Brave New World (Open)

[Darth Hades]

"Understandable, Lieutenant. I left Taris after I freed myself from the Mandalorians. I could only imagine whats going on over there right now." Said Jas when Leena stretched out her hand towards him and introduced herself. Jas took her hand and kissed it while still keeping eye contact with Leena.

"A pleasure indeed." Jas said, releasing her hand only to lean back on his seat. Leena was quite lovely. His blue eyes watched her a few more seconds before taking his gaze to Lieutenant Holt. Jas took a drink from glass cup. Holt seemed like an insignificant person in the vast imperial military but for some reason Leena found interest in him. Perhaps it was his connection with his Admiral?

"Who is it that you serve under again, Lieutenant? I'm quite bad with names."

[Gamov]

As quickly as he had welcomed Jas into the conversation, Holt began to despise him. Being of a far more level head than the Lieutenant, Jas was able to operate much more smoothly, and with more poise as he vied for Leena's attention as well. A small gesture of gentleman-like manners, Holt could only glare at Jas as he took Leena's hand and kissed it before she herself turned her attention more towards the newcomer than the Lieutenant.

Jas continued to act calmly, settling back into his seat as he casually continued the conversation as if nothing were wrong. He first reiterated a brief story of his own escape from Taris and the Mandalorians, before asking the name of the officer under which Holt was serving.

Using the question as a potential way back into Leena's graces, Holt spoke rather proudly, "Admiral Gerard DuGalle, commanding officer of the Imperial 4th Fleet. I am his personal assistant. And might I say it certainly comes with its advantages."

If his status as a Lieutenant wasn't enough to win Leena's full attention, then perhaps throwing around some names with more brass attached to them would help. Of course, what the Lieutenant failed to realize at the moment was that his current "guests" had in fact been chatting him up this whole time simply for intelligence. In truth, their conversations were amounting to little more than false banter and cleverly played ruses.

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Ambellina liked the turn that this endeavor was taking. Of course, Holt had already won by dropping the impressive boast of being the personal assistant of an admiral. The young seductress angled her chair so that she could engage both of the men equally and stoke the flames of what she hoped became an endless pissing contest.

"Oh my...Mandalorians, Admirals, Fleets. All of this is a little overwhelming for a backwater-planet girl like me."

She turned to Holt, 'absentmindedly' placing a hand on his knee.

"What are the advantages of being the Admiral's right hand man?"

[Crazy O]

A black airspeed pulled up outside the club and Kitana stepped out of the vehicle. She was wearing a short black dress with a full back, low cut front and sleeves that dropped down just pass the shoulders. It was your typical little black dress that could be found in most woman's wardrobes. She simple walked right pass the bouncer without a word and continued her way inside. The place was packed, a lot of soldiers with passes and a lot others hoping to take advantage of this.

Kitana just shook her head and headed to the bar. She flagged the bartender down and he quickly headed her way. "What can I get you miss?" the bartender asked her. Kitana smiled and slide over a credit chip which was twice as much as the drinks would cost. "Corellian Whiskey 45 on the rocks, two cubes. And a Pink Nebula extra sweet." She replied with a smile. The bartender poured the whiskey and then mixed Pink Nebula; which was almost glowed pink when he put it the martini glass. Kitana took a sip of the Pink Nebula and smiled, the Bartender really knew he drinks. "You can keep the change. If you see this glass empty, make me another one and the tip well be the same." She said over the crowd. The Bartender nodded and head to help another customer, but was keeping an eye on Kitana's drink.

[MikDaTv]

Danny was just about to give up and try to find someone else when the Lieutenant dropped the "A" word and mentioned he was a personal assistant. That was worth a lot to his team. Access to the office of an Admiral, even access to whatever unit they were attached to was worth pleanty.

He took a sip of his beer and looked towards the door. It was the only obvious choke point and probably the first place most everyone would run to. There were a few other emergency exits but Danny would just have to deal with them.

He caught the bartenders attention and asked for a shot of strong whiskey and a light for a cigarette. The bartender returned with a full shot glass and a small book of matches.

[Darth Hades]

"Admiral DuGalle. A bit strict isn't he?" Jas said, he had actually heard of the Admiral. Jas saw Leena slightly moved around her sit, facing equally to the Lieutenant and himself. Jas came to two conclusion to what he thought of Leena. Either she was a simple swinger or something more complex. She seemed deeply interested in Lieutenant Holt's position as personal assistant of the Admiral of the 4th Fleet, asking him the advantages of being one.

"With advantages comes disadvantages." Jas said before Lieutenant Holt could reply Leena's question. "For example carring vital information that could shift an entire war if that information happen to be...misplaced."

Jas took another sip of his drink finishing it. He let the thought sink in for the Lieutenant. If Jas was right in thinking that Leena was seeking military information, he wanted it to be harder for her to get it. The waitress came back to their table, passing another round of liquor to the group. Jas cast his eyes to club, noticing a very beautiful Zeltron walking in.

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Things were getting rough, and as she had been taught to do, Ambellina checked her surroundings. She turned towards the bar under the pretense of retrieving her drink, casting her eyes around as she gracefully pivoted. She saw a Zeltron woman sitting near them at the bar who carried herself like someone who knew how to move. Probably a dancer of some sort, but Ambellina would be wary of her all the same.

She saw a few more of the usual suspects before her sparkling eyes fell upon Danny, catching him casing his surroundings just as she was. He was watching somebody, but in order to avoid him noticing her noticing him, she had to look away before he returned his eyes to where they would fall. She just assumed that he was watching her as she sipped her drink and turned back to Holt. He hadn't caught on to her innuendo, and perhaps that wasn't a bad thing. Jas was obviously trying to thwart her, and a fight was not in her best interest tonight.

[MikDaTv]

Danny took a few quick breaths and then downed his whiskey in one quick gulp. He didn't want to drink when he was on the clock but he needed to in order to fit in. He ordered another one but told the bartender to leave the bottle and poured his own. He put on his best impression of a depressed man who just wanted to get drunk while keeping an eye on his wrist chrono. When he glanced up he checked on his mark.

The Lieutenant was still drunk as ever and the pretty girl he was like was still hanging on him. This new guy however was the wild card. Danny didn't know what side he was on or what his interest was. If he was going to be a problem, Danny was going to have to take him out first.

He pulled out his datapad and sent a text message to Hefty in the hover van down the street. Going with plan D. Stand by.

He heard Hefty chuckle and say "Got it boss. Plan D is in effect. We'll be ready when you are. Be right back Tank" in his ear. Danny couldn't hear it but he knew that Hefty was getting out of the van now and finding a suitable speeder parked on the street.

Following Hefty came the voice of Runt. "Plan D acknowledged. Recommend you exit the building via the service door in the back or the emergency exit on the west side of the building. I can cover you from both those locations."

Tank's voice came in next. "I'll break out my chloroform. Be advised, Hefty has engaged Plan D and is waiting for the signal."

Danny double tapped his throat again under the pretense of rubbing it and then spilled his drink on the bar. He cursed and started using the sleeve of his jacket to clean it up.

[Crazy O]

Kitana looked around the club. 'Where the hell was Liz? Her drink is getting watered down.' she thought to herself and she finished off the first of her Pink Nebula's. She set the glass down on the counter and her bartender walked right up and started to mix another. Kitana threw down another credit chip and scooped up the Corellian Whiskey and down it. She placed the glass on the counter next to the martini glass and looked at the bartender. "Just the Pink Nebula, the person I am suppose to meet is running late." She said to him as he filled the glass and took the chip. She picked up the glass and took a drink. The drink itself was stronger then last time, but just as good.

Just then a man several seats down spilled a bottle of Corellian Whiskey all over the counter. She looked at him shook her head. "What a waste." She said under her breath. She was about to head out on the dance floor and kill sometime why Elizabeth got to the club when she looked back at the man whipping up the whiskey with her sleeve. Something had not felt right about him and then it hit her. He was a clone, and a fine one at that; Kamino if she was not mistaken. Moreover his emotions did not match what was happening, all signs pointed to him being trouble. With her glass in hand she walked over to squeezing in next to him. "Hello. My name is Kitana. Rough night?" She said with a concern tone. She was playing a part just like him, except she was playing the role which her species was best known for. Zeltron like to make those that were down feel good, it was a win win with there empathic abilities. Kitana however was just trying to buy time to break through the man's mental defense in order to figure out what he was doing.

[Gamov]

Marjolane's Den:

"Admiral DuGalle. A bit strict isn't he?" Jas's question registered with the Lieutenant, and he was prepared to tell him about how strict the good Admiral could really be. But Leena's hand on his knee distracted him from answering as she asked what advantages came with being the assistant to an Admiral.

But before he could answer, Jas again interjected himself into the discussion, "With advantages comes disadvantages. For example carring vital information that could shift an entire war if that information happen to be...misplaced."

Holt turned to face Jas, aware of what he might be implying. When the waitress delivered another round of drinks to the group, the Lieutenant suddenly lost his appetite for drinking, casually waving his drink away.

"Well, I wouldn't know much about private information. I just tend to the Admiral's daily schedule. I barely see anything of such sensitive information. It's above my pay grade." Now it was Holt's turn to lie. As an Admiral's assistant, he may not see much for detailed military intelligence, but he was aware of it and the security procedures taken to safe guard it all the same.

Turning his attention back to Leena, Holt's gaze was drawn momentarily towards the far end of the bar to a man who had spilled his drink and was cleaning it with his sleeve. The sight would have done little to disturb the Lieutenant, but who he saw next forced him to do a double take. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but a second glace revealed he had been right the first time. It was indeed Lady Nachta, one of the Imperial higher ups and a personal servant of the Emperor.

Clearing his throat, Holt reached into his pocket and politely dismissed himself from the bar, placing the credits on the bar to pay for his drinks.

"I do hate to run so quickly from such wonderful company, but I have some pressing matters to attend to back at the fleet, I'm sure you understand." He said, giving Leena one final look, "it's been a truly entertaining night and I thank you for the company."

With that, the Lieutenant pushed himself away from the bar, giving Jas one final look over before he mingled with the crowd and headed toward the front door.

Admiral's quarters, ISD Razor:

"I trust everything is going well?" DuGalle asked, watching the holographic figure of his daughter on the private comm line in his office.

"It's beautiful here, dad. But you really didn't need to go out of your way to do all of this for us."

Gerard smiled kindly, "well, it's not every day I get to congratulate my daughter on her wedding day. I trust you have everything you need at the estate?"

"Yes, everything is fine."

Another message buzzed in on the Admiral's office comm. DuGalle let out an exasperated sigh. "Excuse me a moment." His daughter nodded understandingly and let her father to his work.

"Yes?" DuGalle asked.

"Sir, we're detecting a new ship entering the system. Their transponder codes register them as Cerberus Corporation, out of Bestine IV."

Gerard was a bit agitated by the interruption, but knew that his duty superseded his own family. "Very well, I will be on the bridge momentarily."

"Understood, sir."

Turning back to his former conversation, DuGalle reluctantly dismissed himself, "it seems I'm needed to sort something out on the bridge."

"I understand, dad. And thanks again for everything."

"Of course. Enjoy yourself now, Sophie. I'll contact you again when I can. I love you."

"I love you too dad."

As the line cut and the image of his daughter faded, DuGalle returned to his responsibilities and locked his quarters down before he returned to the bridge.

[Darth Hades]

Jas raised his glass as Lieutenant Holt bid him and Leena farewell. Apprently Jas's words hit him hard and noticed how uneasy the Lieutenant felt when he refused another drink. Jas watched the Imperial officer walk away when his eye caught the sight of the beautiful Zeltron again. Jas remembered the Lieutenant looking at that direction several times right before he hastly left.

The Zeltron was now standing next to a man who was sitting; cleaning his sleeve upon what seemed a spilled drink on his clothes. A closer look told how simple the man looked, wearing civilian clothes. A simple white shirt which was now ruin and a brown nerf hyde jacket and peasant looking pants. Though Jas wasn’t one who should be talking, he himself was wearing a dirty bright blood red jacket with a white shirt underneath and common black baggy pants.

Jas finally turned his attention to Leena. “Well better next time, Gorgeous.”

He would like to have stay and chat more with Leena if he wasn’t so suspicious of her. Jas stroke his blonde hair while at the same time scratching it. He took a short pause, staring right at Leena’s face. So attractive, yet there was an aura of mistrust around her. Maybe Jas was wrong about Leena, but his pride of being able to read people simply wouldn’t accept it.

Jas finally got up excusing himself from the table. He gave a wink to Leena before he left her all alone. He didn’t even left credits to pay for his drinks. Jas simply didn’t care. He headed to the back, the same way he got in. Jas walked through the door of the kitchen nearly bumping into a waiter who was too busy to stop and ask why Jas was there. He walked casually while taking a piece of bread from a plate. He took a bite of it, a chef saw him and Jas complemented the food. The chef only gave Jas a bewildered look of confusion and anger.

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Ambellina's eyes had followed Holt's in Nachta's direction. As the two men that she had been working walked away, she set her sights on the Human-Zeltron pair seated not too far from her. It seemed that she would have to recover and choose a new target for the night, though it was not likely that she would find one as good as Holt.

However, Holt's gaze had led Ambellina to the wrong conclusion. Instead of producing curiosity over Kitana, it had piqued her interest of Danny. Cradling her chin in her hand, she unabashedly stared in their direction, simply throwing her interest at Danny.

[MikDaTv]

"Yeah." Danny said. "Been through rougher though." He didn't even bother to look up while he talked keeping his attention on soaking up all the alcohol he could with his jacket and then started to take the jacket off. As he took it off he noticed the woman speaking to him was a Zeltron.

He draped his jacket over the bar and picked up the book of matches. He placed Cigarette in his mouth and yanked a match free of the small book. Just before he struck it he saw his mark excuse himself from the table. He put the match between his lips with the cigarette for a few seconds while he poured himself another shot.

He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck and looked the zeltron in the eyes. "Rough day to. Work is always stressful, always go go go, all the time." At the moment the words 'go go go' left his mouth he pressed his throat mic.

Outside, Hefty smiled and clicked open the detonator switch on his explosives and pressed the button with a click. Right outside the Night Club a parked speeder exploded in a huge vertical fireball. There was hardly any shock wave and no shrapnel. Instead it was all lights and noise, making a loud bang and the fireball stretch into the sky. "D for Distraction. Heading back to the van."

Runt looked up from his scope for a moment to glance at his back pack com equipment that was propped up next to him. "Jamming of local Police, Military and Civilian coms in 3 seconds, hand signals from here on out boys."

He reached over and flipped the switch on it turning a bunch of lights red. The com jammer activated with a feint sequel. It wouldn't mess with most of the traffic on Coruscant. Wireless devices would still work so you could connect to the holonet still, but long range com link's wouldn't get a signal and the radio's used by the MP's and regular police department wouldn't be getting anything.

Inside the night club, the explosion outside had been barely audible over the thumping base. The panic outside though quickly spread inside and soon everyone wanted to either get out of dodge or go look at the blown up speeder. Danny stood up and lit the match on his stubble then dropped it onto the bar. His jacket which was soaked in alcohol quickly went up in flames. He smiled to the Zeltron and grabbed his bottle of whiskey turned and walked away. "BOMB!" He shouted as loud as he could. "There's a Bomb under the bar! Get the hell out of here!"

Happy with the incited panic, Danny focused in on Holt. The lieutenant was headed for the front door and Danny had some serious catching up to do.

[Gamov]

Marjolane's Den:

The Lieutenant brushed past a table of his fellow shipmates on his way out, "last call guys." He said, pointing their attention towards Kitana sitting at the bar.

The other crew men glanced in the direction Holt had indicated and hastily finished their own drinks before joining the Lieutenant on his way out. As the group neared the front entrance however, there seemed to be some kind of fuss going on. People eagerly clamoring for the door to get a glimpse at some kind of spectacle, while others appeared to be rushing away from the scene.

Holt exchanged some suitably confused looks with his friends before they heard a patron scream "bomb!" from the bar. The word, spoken as loud as possible over the music, caused quite a panic, and soon the group of men were nearly trampled in the ensuing stampede of confused civilians.

Even if he was still shaking off the effects of the alcohol, Holt still recognized the word "bomb" and needed little prompting to join the hurried masses. He mingled with them, pushing and shoving for the front entrance before finally emerging on to the streets where the crowd dispersed some.

Holt stumbled out the front door, confused for a moment, before a quick whistle caught his attention. He snapped his attention in the direction, noting one of his friends from the ship waving him over.

"What the hell is going on here?" The man asked, speaking over the screams and pandemonium.

"You've got me. Some dude shouted "bomb" in there."

"We saw an explosion out here, some speeder parked out front somewhere."

Holt furrowed his brow at the statement. He hadn't heard anything of an explosion outside the bar, "has anyone contacted the MPs or police yet?"

"No idea. What do you think we should be doing?"

The Lieutenant glanced though the crowd of citizens still streaming out of the bar and filling the streets. In the confusion, he had lost sight of his shipmates from the bar, "maybe getting back to the fleet is a good idea. Let the locals handle this mess."

The crewman nodded, "I'm right behind ya. There should be a shuttle on the far end of this street. Probably going to be one of the first out with the other crew."

"Sounds like our ticket then." Holt said, before he turned back into and began working his way up the street towards the hangar bay.

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As soon as Danny yelled bomb, Ambellina was on the move. She used her enhanced strength and agility to slip effortlessly through the crowd, easily catching up to Danny as he neared the exit. Her intuitions told her that he was up to no good, and her intuitions were nearly never wrong. Ambellina didn't have a problem with playing the hero once in a while, but most of all, she was curious as to why he had been acting so strange.

She moved out onto the street, actually getting slightly ahead of Danny, and laid eyes on Holt and his men scrambling to escape. The door had long closed on that prospect so far as she was concerned...at least until she glanced at Danny and discovered that he was chasing Holt. This night, it seemed, held no end of interesting turns.