A/N: Ehehehehe
Correlia
My stint running things in the background on Christophsis was as effective as it was short. A clue or two left here, a little evidence there, and the Jedi would have no doubts that someone bearing a lightsaber had done something a little sneaky.
If those hints led them to information on where a large Droid production facility on Geonosis was, then so be it.
Now I was doing a much...different mission. Still subtle, but. Well, the basically nude women and greedy, hamfisted-men screamed 'gentlemen's club' more than the sign resting just outside. Slipping through the surprisingly packed club was easy, snagging a bottle of...honestly not a clue was much easier, my path towards the back of the room as unimpeded as it was unnoticed.
I finally got to my intended door, a light application of the force bypassing the lock and letting me into the back room. I strolled confidently inside, smiling charmingly at the older, mostly collared women around me, without slowing on my path towards the group of men laughing and drinking as they looked at the view from a rather spacious window.
Or, that's what they were doing before noticing my reflection, turning and then standing, defensive confusion radiating from their every pore.
"Who the hell are you?" The furry, what was clearly a ringleader, alien demanded in Huttesse, his goons resting hands on their sides.
The reference came without a pause. "I'm what you might call a...champagne problem."
Couresant
Ashoka stepped into the quiet parlor, marching her way past the many drinking patrons, waving off a serving droid as she b-lined towards the only door near the back, giving the control panel a hardy kick when she couldn't find the locking mechanism with the force.
It slid open, much to the surprise of the many gamblers waiting on the other side. Without giving them a glance she stormed forward, moving for the confused men sitting in the only booth not accompanied by some form of 'gaming' table.
"Who the hell are you?!" The accented Human sitting at the furthest back point demanded.
"I'm what you might call an ice-cold can of Kick-Butt." A twitch of her shoulders sent her cloak spilling off. "And I just so happen to have a set of can openers." Her lightsabers ignited one after the other, accompanied by a confident smirk.
Correlia
A twitch of my wrist disarmed the goons, and a cocky grin sent them charging me. I ducked the first, reptilian fist, my own cannoning up to catch him in the jaw, followed by the top of the bottle slamming into the back of his Trandosian knee.
Spinning with the moment of his fall, I threw him into another goon, grin widening as the human's eyes did. They both went down hard.
I jumped over a kick from a dug, my own leg arcing out to catch him in the throat, putting him down in one. A larger one, the name escaped me, but he was the species Obi-Wan disarmed(HA!) In Episode IV, approached next, roaring in his language.
The top of the bottle cannoned into his crotch, and a swift backhand sent his suddenly kneeling form falling away.
A large set of arms wrapped around my waist, picking me up rather suddenly. The wide, sturdy bottom of the bottle crashed into his nose, shattering at. "Oh. Sorry Ma'am, thought you were a man." A roundhouse kick blasted the Rodian woman into a nearby...what I could only assume was a 'practice pole.'
His goons down, I turned to the terrified Bothan with a sweet smile. "Really thought that would'a broke." I hefted the bottle, eyeing it appreciatively. "Oh well." A flick of my wrist fired the bottle into the face of an approaching Guard Droid, taking the head clean off and finally shattering the damn thing, sending the stunned stripers from their stupor, causing them to flee.
Couresant
Ashoka's lightsabers arced out, cutting through the last guard droid, smirking as it fell. It was the thirtieth she put down in half as many minutes. The Humans clearly shitty guards dropped their own weapons and fled the destroyed gambling den, following the many illegal players who had fled not minutes before.
She flew at the boss, landing in a crouch on the table in front of him, one lightsaber to his throat.
"We're gonna play a game," She drawled, taking inspiration from a certain Red friend of hers. "It's called hangman. I'm gonna ask you some questions, and if I don't like the answer I get…" Her free lightsaber came up to run a path close to his throat, cutting off his brown beard and scorching the skin of his neck from proximity. "Now then, you're gonna tell me everything you know about Project Amalgam, or I'm gonna show you how rough a Jedi Mind-Trick can be when we...push the issue."
Correlia
The window exploded with a wave of one hand, and a quick dart forward with the other caught the Bothan mobster by the back of his neck-a somewhat secret weak spot-and dragged him out the window with every step I took closer.
"Y-You're a Jedi?!" he exclaimed in shock. I smirked and drew my lightsaber, activating it for only a moment.
"Wrong end of the spectrum." I stowed it again, pulling him a bit towards the inside as I got a little closer to the edge. "Now you're gonna tell me where you sent that several-billions worth of Capital-Class durasteel. But you're not gonna tell me because I'm holding you out a window. You're gonna tell me, because I'm the guy who might drop you anyway."
A Little later
The mobster screamed at me in huttesse as I left, his own clothes holding him upside down, nude, out the window. As I left the strip club, I opened every shock collar in the room as I passed them, smirking at the sounds of slaps and breaking glass as I left, sliding into my ship and lifting off, darting away.
Same time, Couresant
Ashoka smiled happily as she dragged the slightly balder, shaken human from the den, saluting to the Red-painted clones that held the patrons who had fled prisoner, giving them the boss. Spending a few minutes to chat with them and subtly threaten the den owner to keep quiet, she left towards the temple.
It wasn't subtle, but the clones really couldn't find it in themselves to care.
It was on the path to the temple that she felt sound waver for a moment before drifting back, muffled a tad. "Hey!" She exclaimed happily, brining a wrist up to her mouth, pretending to speak over the com there. "What's up?"
"Not much." Her best, and most secret, friend responded, his red skin lost somewhere in the crowd as she continued along. "Just following a purchase my master made to be sure it makes it there. You?" her lips twitched up, then down, before returning to her cheery grin.
"Oh, not all that much either. Just following up on some stuff we got from a worm." He hummed understandingly.
"I know the feeling. Anyways, how's the war going on your end?"
"Not too bad, yet. You?"
"Nothing I haven't seen before. Hey, I might be seeing you soon." that made her pause for a second, smiling widely.
"Really?!" She asked, skipping a bit as she rounded a bend, the temple now in sight a not-too-long way down the path before her.
"I think you'll be surprised if we do. Ah, crap. I uh...got some guys not happy with my check-in following me. See you later." She hummed in understanding this time, sensing the men quickly approaching her even through the muddle that his connections brought.
"See you soon!"
"Bye now."
She whipped around, boot catching one in the stomach. Sighing, she cracked her neck, glaring at the assembled criminals.
"Work never ends."
A/N: What can I say, I love the movie.
