Scene 14 – You Follow?

A pair of Jedi, robed and hooded, strode into the cantina. Corso could tell that they were both twi'lek. Couldn't see their faces, but the shape of their lekku was unmistakable under the hood. He was a little surprised – and perhaps a little unnerved – when they walked directly over to him.

"Let's head to the taxi," said Arri from underneath one hood. "Quickly, now; we really don't want to attract any attention while we're here." She headed back out through the archway.

Corso stood uncertainly, looking at the other figure carefully. Height was about right, but it was hard to tell.

But the puzzle was solved when a familiar voice called out, "See if you can keep up with us, Riggs."

Reassured, Corso jogged along behind the two 'Jedi' with a chuckle. "Right behind you, Captain."

Ever the gentleman, Corso Riggs offered a hand to Vacy and Arri as they stepped into the speeder. He noticed that they'd both kept their hoods up, and their robes were closed, fastened all the way up to the chin. He settled in beside them, and moments later, the vehicle lifted from the pad and hummed away. "So… what's our play?" he asked, looking at them curiously. "Care to tell me why you're dressed up as a Jedi, Captain?"

Vacy leaned back, shaking her head, and the hood fell off to reveal a pair of olive-green lekku with angular spotting that matched her facial tattoos. "Well, while I'd love the chance to play with a lightsaber," she said, ignoring Arri's sputtered protest, "the real Jedi tend to frown on that sort of thing. So we're just using the robes to cover up our other costumes." She grinned at Corso, then grabbed her robe and flung it open for a split second before pulling it tightly closed again.

The sight of tattooed green skin – LOTS of it – was instantly etched onto his brain. The bits of scarlet anthrosilk and shimmering golden filigree seemed designed to excite, rather than to preserve any scrap of modesty. Corso felt his face burning, and wondered if it was as red as the dancer's costume.

Arri bit back a laugh, elbowing Vacy sharply. "Here," she said, handing Corso a small round box that looked rather like a comm. It hummed softly in his hand. "This is what you'll need to use to disable the collars. And you better get over that reaction, or nobody's ever gonna believe you're a customer." She next passed him what looked like a miniature lightsaber hilt. "You can use this to jam their communications – that will give us a little more time, and hopefully we can get out of there before we end up facing a goon platoon." She smiled wryly. "Ideally we'll be in and out without any violence at all… but somehow it never seems to work out that way."

"Gosh," Corso drawled, exaggerating it a bit as he looked over at Vacy. "Wonder why." He opened up the sack she'd handed to him as they left. "So what've you got in here, Captain?"

"That's mostly the medical supplies that I got from Darmas," Vacy replied. She frowned. "I need to remember to go buy and actually PAY him for them sometime tomorrow. Don't let me forget. Anyway, Flashy's in there, as is Arri's lightsaber. I know you'll take good care of 'em and get 'em to us if they're needed."

Corso scowled. "Shouldn't have to pay him," he grumbled. "He was cheatin' at that game, and you know it."

Vacy just chuckled, shaking her head. "Doesn't matter, Riggs. First of all, we can't prove it. Second, we still need the info he gets from his contacts so's we can catch up with Skavak. And last and most important, I always keep my word." The taxi ground to a stop, and Vacy slipped easily over the side. Soon as Corso was behind her, she tapped him lightly on the chin. "Always."