Ben didn't follow Vestara very far before she approached one of the hostels nearby the beach. She unlocked a door leading into one of the rooms with the keycard she kept within the confines of her bikini top (Ben raised an eyebrow at this) and she entered, closing and locking the door behind her.
Ben stopped, wondering what to do next in order to get at Vestara. Then he suddenly noticed a midsized waiter droid, who was serving drinks to people resting throughout the beach, approach the Sith girl's room with a hovercart of food. Apparently, Vestara had ordered some room service; how convenient, Ben thought, for it gave him an idea.
He approached the droid, intercepting it as it was halfway to Vestara's room. The droid stopped and extended the arm that was carrying at least three plastic cups of cool beverages. "Drink, sir?"
"No thanks, I've had enough," Ben waved off. "But listen, I'm a Jedi Knight, and I'm here on a mission to apprehend a Sith. And I saw that you were approaching the room where this Sith is. Can I ensure your cooperation in this operation..." He trailed off as he looked at the droid's ID on the side of its head. "5U-M4N?"
"I would be delighted to aid in your mission, sir Jedi, if you offer me proof that you are in fact who you say you are," 5U-M4N replied.
Ben sighed, pulling out the hilt of his lightsaber hidden within his shirt. "This is my lightsaber," he said. "That good enough for you?"
"I'm afraid not," 5U-M4N answered. "Anyone lucky enough can take a lightsaber from a dead Jedi, from what I've heard. And even if that lightsaber was yours, you could, in fact, be a Sith, that blade could be red, for all I know, and I could really be helping a Sith kill a Jedi."
"Well, what would you like me to do?" Ben asked, frustrated at the droid. "I can't use the Force out in public, and neither can I activate my lightsaber without blowing my cover."
"Well, I could still be willing to help out a potential Sith or regular criminal," 5U-M4N said, "if they had the credits to wipe out my morality programming for a little while."
Ben made a wry face. Whatever happened to the days when droids would just cooperate without question? he wondered privately. Then he remembered about the slave uprising across the galaxy months ago which allowed even droids to live free. It seems as if 5U-M4N is one of those free droids.
But regardless, Ben took out some credits from one of his shorts pockets and dropped them on top of the tray of drinks that 5U-M4N was still carrying. "Will that much do?" Ben asked.
5U-M4N briefly looked at the amount of money that Ben gave him before turning back to the disguised Jedi. "It'll do," the droid answered. "So what do you want me to do?"
A few minutes later, after Ben was done talking to 5U-M4N and had walked away, the droid pulled up to Vestara's room, released the cart to hover over the ground, and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Vestara's voice called from the other end.
"Room service," 5U-M4N answered.
Five seconds later, the door was open and 5U-M4N followed up with, "Here's your food, ma'am."
Then, all of a sudden, Ben flew in from above the droid's side, having been hidden behind the corner of the doorway, and the young Jedi tackled Vestara down to the floor inside. Covering for the Jedi, 5U-M4N pushed the hovercart in and closed and locked the door behind him while Ben held Vestara in place on the floor by her wrists.
"Ben," she said with a seductive smile after the shock of being attacked wore off. "Surprised you wanted to see me so bad. You couldn't allow me to freshen up first?"
"Cut the crap, Vestara," Ben said curtly. "Now I'm giving you a choice here: we can either do this the easy way or the hard way."
"Why do I have the feeling I'm gonna like the hard way better?" Vestara asked, her voice flowing with flirtation.
Ben rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I'm not playin' around here, Ves. I could kill you right now, and not even my dad would question it."
Vestara's playful attitude faded away from her expression, resolving into something resembling a hurt feeling of betrayal.
But Ben didn't buy it; at least, he knew that Vestara wasn't faking it, that she really was emotionally hurt by what he just said to her, but he wasn't going to let it affect his judgment. He saw that look too many times from her from all those months they've been hunting Abeloth with Luke.
"Don't pull that on me," he said. "So, again, I'm asking you: Will you come clean, or do we have to make this difficult?"
Before Vestara could answer, Ben's danger sense tingled. He quickly looked away from the Sith girl, but it was too late for him to react otherwise; 5U-M4N had fired a stunbolt into his back that knocked him unconscious, collapsing his body on top of Vestara.
The Sith girl briefly reveled over the feeling of having Ben on her form, closing her eyes to enjoy this moment, before she pushed him off of her and onto the floor next to her. She stood up and asked the droid, "Was it really necessary to take the money from him? You couldn't just pretend to be a regular, mindless droid?" She saw the exchange of Ben's money and 5U-M4N's false cooperation through the peephole of her room's door.
5U-M4N imitated a shrug with his body. "The money you gave me was good enough to secure my compliance with your plans, Lady Khai. But I figured I could make a little extra from him; my employers don't pay me all that well anyway."
Vestara shook her head. "Never mind," she said. "Can you help me pack his body in the man-sized suitcase I got for him?"
"Perhaps," 5U-M4N said, deliberately trailing off.
Vestara rolled her eyes. She walked over to the nearby counter, rifled through her purse, and pulled out some chips. "Will these do?" she asked as she handed the droid the credits.
"They'll do," the droid replied as he placed the money, along with the credits he got from Ben on his drink tray, into a compartment on the side of his body.