As they were flying over the ocean planet of Mon Cala Giza double checked the coordinates the R4 was programmed to land. Like the third and forth times the coordinates were no where close to the natural islands on the planet where most interactions between offworlders and the two aquatic traditionally took place, or the floating cities they had built and were subsequently destroyed by the Empire.
When they began their descent it quickly became clear where they were landing, an artificial island built boring, gray, and angular, a big tip off that it was built by the Imperial presence that occupied the planet. Sure enough the first thing that Giza noticed after walking down the ramp from the Orgy was a split city with humans, either in Imperial attire or the garish attire favored by the obscenely rich and well connected, on one side with well cleaned streets and maintained buildings and a variety of aliens, mostly Mon Calamari or Quarren, on the other side of the invisible divide. The alien side was dominated by the monotone colors of the lower classes and hordes of refugees and beggars.
"So where should we go?" Chalu asked, seemingly unimpressed with her first visit to her home world.
Giza took a moment to think. "Well our target is a Mon Cal professor who is supposed to be working with the imperials. Hell, we don't even have a name."
"Well then we should just check over at that imperial establishment." Alay said matter of factly, pointing to a large, gray rectangle with black clad imperials entering and exiting at random intervals. Because there were no immediate objects, or to prevent any, the cerean walked towards the building with a purpose. Chalu simply shrugged and followed. Giza was a bit more hesitant, but saw that Venku had followed the group off the ship, and confidence boosted by his armor clad presence followed the others.
Alay's plan was quickly thwarted however when they were stopped at the door by a woman with disgusted look on her face and hand clearly hovering over a concealed weapon. "I believe you three might be more comfortable at the other bar, across the way" The woman said pointing to a run down building on the alien side.
Giza stepped in front of the other and put on her most charming smile. "We don't want to cause any trouble, honest. We are just looking for a friend of ours who may be working around here."
"Doubt it," the woman scoffed, "Only aliens that are even tolerated on this side of town are the more important fishheads. Now if you all don't leave we're going to have some trouble." Before the woman could even slip her hand inside the pocket where her blaster was concealed Giza led the others towards the alien bar, trying hard to hide her frustration.
"Well bars seem to be lucky for us." Chalu said optimistically. "I'm sure we can still probably find out something useful."
By this point Giza was close enough to push open the swinging door to the bar and walk inside. For the most part the ill-lit place was empty save a few career drinkers gathered as close to the bar tender as possible, and a rowdy group decked out in swoop gang gear gathered around a table near the entrance. The later gave Giza and Chalu an appraising glance, but seemed to lose interest when Alay followed. Giza looked back towards the door and noticed Venku had not joined them, and that the door was guarded by two reptilian toughs with wicked looking blades strapped to their hips.
Feeling a sudden sense of unease Giza almost walked right back out the doors, but Chalu and Alay had already made their way all the way to the bar where an elderly Quarren was wiping down a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag.
Giza missed the first part of the conversation before she focused her attention on the conversation. "so there are supposed to be three Mon Calamari professors on the island today? Can you tell us where?" She heard Chalu ask.
The bartender gave her an annoyed look before answering. "I know you Mon Cal's think you are the most important thing to crawl out of the ocean, but around here nothing is free."
Chalu was confused by the hostility, but before she could derail the conversation Giza laid a few credits on the counter and the bartender grunted in acceptance as he scooped them behind the bar. "Fine, one was supposed to be here but was called back to his office at the last minute, the other is waiting around to take the first's place flying up to the shipyards orbiting the planet. The third I heard was called to the imperial officer's club to talk to the governor's aide."
"Great, that place. They were real friendly the last time we went there." Alay said to himself more than his two companions. Giza turned to thank the bartender then moved the group away from the bar to a slightly more private location.
"Well I guess we have to try checking with the imperial assholes again, I mean it seems like that has to be our target." Giza said as she took a seat at a wobbly table.
Chalu joined her and said, "I agree, but how do we get over there? I mean it isn't like we can just pretend to be humans."
"I don't think it is a good idea. Maybe we should just go after the other one." Alay added, still standing, giving his seat a disgusted look. Both of the women looked at him as if that was the dumbest thing he could have possibly said.
Before they could argue however an especially drunk member of the swoop gang staggered over and slurred "how much for a dance purple girl?" When Giza just ignored him he leaned in closer, close enough for her to smell the sour breath of cheap liquor and spice. "Well how much for a quick fuck?"
Standing faster than the man had expected, Giza put her face right up against him, close enough the each syllable sprayed his face with saliva. "Listen you drunk piece of shit, I work for one being and one being alone and I don't let lowlife nerfherders like you even get a good look at my perfect body, let alone get any enjoyment from it."
The man was so surprised at Giza's ferocity that he involuntarily took a step back, but feeling the jeers of his buddies turned menacing. "Oh you'll learn your place girl. I think you just need to be broken like any good mount." Giza started reaching for her weapon, hearing Chalu's chair slide across the floor as she stood ready to come to her defense. Likewise the group of swoop gangers also began to rise and reach for hoslters or inside jackets, but before a full fledged fight could break out the reptilian door guards walked towards the scene, clawed feet clicking with each step.
"We'll settle this later." the man in front of Giza said, relaxing his arms to his sides before turning towards the door, motioning for his compatriots to follow. Waiting until the door closed on the last of the group Giza and Chalu returned to their seats and took a few calming breaths before resuming their planning.
After little discussion, and a lack of interest on Alay's part, they agreed that Giza and Chalu would try to conceal themselves in a crowed of wealthier Mon Calamari and sneak behind the imperial officer's club and see if they could get any more information while Alay waited behind since his tall head would make it nearly impossible for him to blend into any group on the planet.
They stood and began heading for the door when they heard yelling and sounds of a scuffle. The two door guards didn't even turn their scaly heads, presumably because they were not paid to care about what happened outside of their door. The three paused briefly, considering whether or not they should adopt the same opinion as the reptilian's, but decided that they needed to leave anyways.
Exiting the door, weapons half drawn, they found Venku holding one of the swoop gang by the jacket before head butting the hapless being in the face with his helmet. At his feet were two other bloodied gang members slowly trying to crawl away and the man who had propositioned Giza inside the bar laying slumped against the building, head twisted at an unnatural angle for any humanoid being.
"What happened!?" Giza yelled, not sure why she felt both extreme worry and delight at the sight.
Venku let then man he was holding slump to the ground before turning to face her. When he answered his voice had a slightly mechanical tinge due to the helmet. "I this group come out earlier talking about teaching somebody a lesson. I ignored them, but the hung around the doors close enough for me to hear them describe someone I took to be you. I figured you had just pissed them off and they would cool down but then they started describing how they would kill all three of you and I got bored with their machismo antics." His helmet nodded slightly towards the dead guy slumber against the bar, "We had a few words and I have a short fuse when it comes to stupid."
Giza was stunned but recovered quickly. "Well thanks."
"Yeah thanks!" Chalu said.
After they told Venku their plan to try and find their target he said he would remain behind with Alay in case the gang came back and Giza and Chalu went off towards the human section. It didn't take them much time, or much effort to work their way to an alley that led directly behind the officer's club and soon they were rounding a corner, guns drawn, listening to the voice of a human having an argument with a mon calamari.
They rounded a corner and crouched behind some trash receptacles and watched as a group of five stormtroopers and an unarmored officer stood around a cowering mon calamari. "We should just shoot him now."Chalu said raising her gun.
"What about Alay and Venku?" Giza asked.
"By the time we can get them over here who knows where they will be. I say we take him out now before he can tell the imperials anything and then we can be on our way." Not able to think of a good argument quick enough Giza could only prime and throw a frag grenade as Chalu began trying to shoot between the storm troopers. A shot made it through, downing the mon cal, but it wasn't until the grenade went off that he was ripped apart beyond repair.
To Giza's despair however, the death of their target was the only damage her grenade seemed to do as the stormtrooper's armor seemed to absorb most of the impact and the officer was far enough away to be splattered with alien blood, but not much else. The imperials turned and began firing towards the pair, quickly working out where the attack had come from.
Firing two blaster pistols Giza shouted at Chalu. "Shit, what about the imperials inside the club?"
Chalu could barely be heard answering back as blasters scored holes in the walls or bounced off the two's armor with shots not quite on target. "Crap, I don't know. I guess we have to try and take a prisoner?" Knowing that turning their backs to run would result in them just being shot in the back as opposed to in the front Giza agreed and the two stood and charged the stormtroopers.
Two fell to their shots, and the others seemed temporarily off balance, but the officer was not so easily distracted. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Giza watched the officer point his own blaster right at her head and as she was actively closing the distance between them, she knew his shot would be accurate. The report of a blaster went off and time sped back up. Giza was still running, slamming into a stormtrooper and knocking the imperial to the ground. When she looked over at the officer, trying to bring her gun to bare, she found that the shot she had heard was not his, but was actually a shot that had hit him in the head, killing him instantly.
Back the way she had come, Giza saw Venku and Alay heading towards them, both of their weapons smoking. After a bit of a struggle she pulled the stormtrooper she was on top of to his feet, and found that Chalu had done the same. The other four imperials and the unfortunate scholar lay dead and smoldering around them.
Before Venku and Alay could say anything, a swarm of imperial officers entered the alley, all pointing blaster pistols at the group. Using their hostages Giza was able to get the group out of the alley and back to their ship, leaving the world and imperials behind, along with bounty threats and promises of revenge.
Everyone except Venku seemed to be relieved, and in fact happy with the way things turned out. Venku on the other hand stormed off to the room he had been occupying. The sounds of metal slamming against metal followed him down the Orgy's hallways as well as the word "Di'kuts!"