Sith Mission: Powerless

[RedneckLoves]

Aria Diruno strolled casually along a busy street on the city planet of Columex. Night was falling, but foot traffic hardly slowed, if anything even more people were on the streets than during daylight. It helped that Aria was strolling in a district known for its parties, clubs, back alley deals, and shady corners. On this night the Sacred Band of Ziost Sister was dressed in a stylish dress that showed off all her best assets, perfect for fitting in to the night club setting she was heading to. Hidden in her boots were several throwing knives and strapped to her thighs under the dress her precious cortosis claws were ready for action at any minute. She also carried a small satchel that matched the dress. In this were various other small items that may prove useful for the nights mission, among them small vials of lethal poison, electronic caltrops, flashbang powder, and her splicing components.

With an air of confidence, Aria strode past a long line of patrons waiting to gain access to the club that was her destination. Nearing the door, she smiled at the two burly guards posted to keep the line under control. They weren't impressed by her dress or her smile and one of them started to tell her to get to the end of the line. Aria took the opportunity to run a finger slowly down his chest and whispered promises for the both of them if they let her in. Her words certainly did catch their attention, and with a backwards look and a wink, she was in the door.

Inside it was dark, brightly colored lights flashing along the walls and illuminating the throng of gyrating beings on the dance floor. The music was loud enough to make it difficult to talk to someone right next to you. Tucked into darkened corners were tables for eating and drinking as well as couches and chairs secreted behind curtains for those seeking extra pleasure this night. Aria made her way into a restroom, where it was possible to at least speak and hear. She checked the entire room to ensure it was empty before touching the comm in her ear and speaking.

"I'm in, but haven't had a chance to locate the target. What are your positions?"

There were two men accompanying her tonight, a Sacred Band of Ziost Brother and a Sith. She hoped this would be an easy mission but knew all too well how difficult a seemingly easy task could become.

@Topher Ridge @Velus @MockaDash @RedneckLoves

 

[Topher Ridge]

Von Strolled toward his destination. He like Aria figured it would be best to wear plain clothes for this mission, a simple black leather jacket, dark blue shirt, black pants, and leather boots. He felt naked with out his armor, but this mission called for utmost care and discretion. All the gear he carried was his 2 pistols, one vibroknife, and his retractable baton. As Von strode past the line, the comlink in his ear chimed on.

"I'm in, but haven't had a chance to locate the target. What are your positions?"

"Almost in, about to enter the club. Once Velus checks in, go to radio silence. No way of knowing if someone is listening."

He planned to walk past the two guards, a Weequay and a Rodian, until the ugly Rodian stuck his arm out. He yelled at him in Rodian about being on the list or some karking pile. Von leaned in close and made promises of a much different kind than Aria. They both back off cowering slightly letting him walk past and into the club. He groaned to himself as he heard what this club called music blarring. He mad his way through the dancers and to the bar. He ordered a juma juice and turned away now looking over the crowd. Von knew who they were looking for. A blue skinned Twi'lek girl, in around her late teens, named Nesarra. She was the daughter of the newly..."appointed" Governor of the planet.

Von couldn't see her from the bar, which was in the center of the Club on a slightly raised dias. He now took a look around for advantages they could use. He could make out 4 men who where clearly security for the club. Von then could see another man dressed differently standing watch by the entrance to the VIP area. That had to be her location. He wished he had someway of telling how many guards she had right next to her. He also had no idea adept the girl was herself. She was force sensitive, how trained she was was unknown though. Von decided he'd best wait for the Velus and Aria to regroup before making any kind of plan of attack.

 

[Halcyon]

"Booooooooooooring!" she yelled.

She then leaned over the short-legged cocktail table, that had spice spread all over its top surface, and sniffed a nice good portion of it. With an audible and long sigh, she threw herself back onto the exquisite leather sofa. Small particles of the narcotic lingered in the air, and some powder was still clinging to her airways like fine flour.

The young Twi'lek cuddled against the young Human male sitting next to her, mimicking a cat's purr.

"Don't gobble up all the spice, Ne'saara!" another female, of a different species, jokingly said to the former, before she too bent over the table and partook of the dust.

"Plenty to go around," Ne'saara replied, licking the back of her hand like a cat would.

Taking a moment to take in the substance's effect, the human female that was kneeling by the table, addressed the Twi'lek once more, this time between smirks and giggles . "You're so bad! Now that you're famous we'll be partying all night, every night!"

All the other girls in the room screeched and raised their glasses as a way to show their full support for what was said. One, asked Ne'saara, the young daughter of the Governor of Columex, if her agent finally got her that part on that HoloNet soap opera that she wanted. Apparently, the pink Twi'lek was hellbent on becoming a celebrity. "I got in," she lied, "just waiting for the studio to schedule a date for the shooting!"

The world was Ne'saara's oyster, or so she has been told, though she never knew what an oyster even was. Therein lied the beauty and - ironically - the truth behind such allegorical statement. For she never did, and never would, feel the need to understand anything that did not came natural to her.

Ne'saara did not need to accommodate herself to the world. Instead, the world accommodated to her needs. And if it did not, then her daddy would see to it that it did. The Governor's daughter was behind closed doors, inside the VIP lounge of a nightclub celebrating her youth, her fame, her power. That she was commemorating her first role as an actress - nothing short of an overstatement, to euphemize blatant lie - was but an excuse to flaunt that power.

"You're partying with a celeb y'all!"

The VIP room had boys and girls of different near-human species - Ne'saara's entourage. They summed up to a total of half a dozen females and almost double that number in males. Aside from the under aged girls and the somewhat older boys, private security, dressed in casual black suits - that the pink debutante considered tacky or, to put it into her own words, old and lame - decorated the room like the good coat racks that they were. There were ten of them.

The several illegal activities being practiced inside those walls, were only aggravated by the fact that more than half of the ones perpetrating it were underaged. Ne'saara, was by all - or in the least, most - galactic standards an enticingly beautiful and desirable young Twi'lek. Her body was matured beyond her age; which is to say that she easily passed as being 20 or 22, when in fact she was a 16 year-old girl. Her apparent lustful demeanor, characteristic of a more experienced sexual creature, only heightened that false appearance.

"This is just sooooo booooooooooring!" Ne'saara repeated, peeved. She began drawing circles with her finger on the chest of the man she was clinging to, playing with the small tufts of hair visible through the semi-open shirt. She then began running her finger up and down between the man's sternum and his navel, slowly opening one button at a time, every time she completed a circuit lap.

"Want to make it a . . . bit . . . less . . . boring?" she whispered in his ear, kissing and biting the earlobe between words. She could hear the muffled chuckles of a couple of her friends. They knew what she was doing.

When the male seemed invested enough, she pushed him aside, giving the impression that he was the one forcing himself on her. A pair of strong hands grabbed the guy from behind and raised him from the sofa. Another equally strong pair, helped carry the resisting body of the youth across the room, and a third cracked open the VIP room's door. The three bodyguards bounced the guy onto the nightclub's dance floor.

Ne'saara and her friends, were laughing all the while. She glanced through the now open door, and saw something that she liked on the other side of it.

"C'mon girlfriends," she announced, "we're gonna hit the dance floor!"

 

[RedneckLoves]

Aria left the bathroom and began sashaying her way through the crowd on the dance floor. She hadn't ever really encountered something like this, but tried to move to the beat like the rest of the people dancing. She knew there were others with her, trying to locate the target, but right now she felt totally alone. She was trying to fit in amongst a throng of wildly gyrating beings, all with the same thought in mind and she had no idea what she was doing. Nightclubbing hadn't ever been something available to her, so she wasn't in any way familiar with her surroundings here.

She was comforted by the fact that she wasn't alone here, but it did little to calm her nerves at the moment since she was still currently alone. It seemed that she caught a break, however, when a man was thrown bodily out of a private looking door and all of a sudden a group of girls emerged. Among them was a pink skinned twi'lek. Exactly like their target had been described.

Immediately all thoughts of discomfort flew from her mind. The mission was all that mattered. Quickly and only loud enough to be understood through the earpiece commlinks, she spoke.

"I may have an eye on the target, repeat, I may have the target in sight. Not sure if it's her, but she matches the description. I'll try to make contact and get back to you."

With that, Aria moved through the people towards the twi'lek. She would attempt to bump into her and see if she could get the girl's name. If it matched the target, they would then be able to go ahead with a plan of attack against her guards before attempting to capture her.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Von sipped his drink slowly raised an eyebrow as suddenly and young man was forcebly thrown from the VIP area. From his slightly raised position he could see the throng of young people follow the now flustered man out. The merc could see that most of them seemed to have their attention on one girl in particular; a young Twi'lek girl with pink skin. She was more than likely the target but it be next to impossible to get her out while she was surrounded like she was.

He swore as Aria came over his comlink. Von could have sworn he said remain radio silent. It was times like these that he truly missed his old comrades in Wraith Company.

"Fine, but be discreet please. The last think we need is shootout and a bloodbath. The sith have been making too many bold moves as it is."

He figured the best think he could do now was to remain where he was and keep an overwatch. The only downside was that it would take Von a minute to actually reach Aria if she needed backup.

@MockaDash

 

[Halcyon]

There was no clubbing scene like the clubbing scene on Columex; at least not to Ne'saara, for here she was more of a princess than a Governor's daughter; or a spoiled brat rather, although that was not the pink Twi'lek's favored epithet. Members of all sorts of sentient species across the large open room, from both polar genders and everything else in between, were either stealing glances of or downright gawking at her.

By the by, she, in turn, basked on their stares as much as she did on the throbbing lights that pulsated in consonance with the syncopated polyrhythm of the drum and bass, under whose psychedelic tints her skin adopted all shades and hues of which her species' epidermis was known to have tones of. She glistened thanks to the many sweat beads scattered over the surface of her skin, much of it exposed in a rather suggestive manner by the provocative white and golden - or was it black and blue ? - skimpy dress she was wearing.

Like an hyperactive chameleon on spice, her entire figure mutated as she moved through the dance floor like a chromatic blur of too much flesh and too little fabric, leaving behind the luscious scent of something ripe in her wake. The natural musk of her sweat blended with the floral fragrance she was wearing to great effect. Her body was actually moist all over, partially due to the crowded room and her constant motion, mostly due to her deregulated and accelerated metabolism in accordance with the copious amounts of spice ingested.

Inside, her head spun even more than she did, and she felt as if someone - or something - was rhythmically banging at her skull from within, with a cadence not unlike that of the music being played.

A lot of people, those who knew who she was and those who did not, tried to take advantage of the crowd and the circumstances to also take advantage of her. Most people she knew were like that, they always wanted one thing or the other while she wanted neither from them. The only reasons she always had (so-called) friends lying around was so she could callously play with their hopes and dreams in the same cold manner as they tried to take advantage of her ample figure and - her father's - assets in the first place.

She was currently in a state of total oblivion towards those attempts at invasion, but her bodyguards were not.

Only the same people that were inside the VIP room mere minutes before were allowed to be near her, anyone else who tried to approach her group, inadvertently or otherwise, were promptly shoved aside back into the sea of people from where they came from. Some, hit the floor.

Roughly about the same time that a blonde was about to step inside the area of influence of one of the bodyguards, moving dangerously close - for her own sake, so the bodyguard thought - to Ne'saara's entourage, that same bodyguard received a strange transmission on his earpiece. Something concerning a bath and a bald guy or whatever. It was weird; weirder still than someone else using the same frequency that they were. The local club bouncers were on a separate one. But maybe that was that, a local rookie misusing the comlink.

Whatever it was, it was enough for him to become distracted and let the blonde girl pass him by. He turned around and immediately reached for her shoulder. To the bodyguard, the woman seemed unaware of what she was doing, so he was going to go easy on her. He just wanted to let her know that she had to stay clear of the pink Twi'lek.

Some of the other bodyguards noticed the female Near-Human breaching the security cordon, and were starting to pay close attention to how the situation was about to unfold. They were a dozen in total - for due to recent events, the newly appointed Governor was somewhat paranoid - spread across the dance floor. Four were in the immediate vicinity and looking at the blonde and the bodyguard who was about to touch her shoulder.

[[OOC: Sorry for the wait, was very busy the entire week and these past couple of days was feeling uninspired. Feel free to control the other NPCs if you feel that you need to, just refrain from doing so with the target Twi'lek.]]

 

[RedneckLoves]

Aria moved towards the area where she had spotted the pink twi'lek. She noticed that there were several guards in that immediate vicinity, which only made her move faster. Guards would only be present inside the dance floor if they were there to protect a specific individual. She slipped closer to the gyrating group that was her goal, bypassing a guard as she did so.

She was near the pink twi'lek now, and was completely focused on her goal. She only needed the girl's name. Once she was certain that one was their target, Aria and the SBZ Brother that was here with her could move forward with the main mission goal.

She spun as a hand touched her shoulder, attack mode etched on her face. The guard that had moved to stop her held up his hands in mock fear, then laughed as he spoke to her.

"Hey little lady, chill out now. I was just gonna remind you to keep clear of miss Ne'saara. She's having a good time tonight and doesn't need any trouble, get me?"

He raised his brow at Aria and postured in what he probably thought was a threatening gesture. She had to suppress a smile as she thought how easy it would be to kick him down to the floor and end his life right then and there. Instead she merely acted somewhat confused and looked around as if searching for the person he was talking about.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know someone important was here tonight. Just to be sure, which is Miss Ne'saara? I promise not to be a bother."

Aria smiled sweetly as the burly man pointed to the pink twi'lek, then hurried away in a different direction. She moved near the back wall and spoke into her comm once she was sure nobody else was in earshot.

"Von, I have confirmed the target and am near the group she is dancing with. There are five guards in this area with her, but I'm sure there are several more throughout the building. How would you like to proceed?"

@Topher Ridge

 

[Gamov]

Majora's Den... if ever there was a place where the phrase “anything goes” could be taken at its most literal, this was it.

Nestled quite deliberately between the poorer suburban residential blocks and the more affluent downtown districts of Columex, the club had become a popular haven for the down trodden and obscenely wealthy alike, garnering something of a reputation as a den of iniquity that catered to every form of vice, debauchery and hedonism imaginable. While most came to entertain some of their more scandalous exploits, or to experiment with the various proclivities offered by the nightlife, even more came to drown their sorrows in a sea of drugs, alcohol and excess. Table dancers, gambling suites, hooka dens, anything and everything to indulge their various degenerate lifestyles and keep their eyes from seeing past the lives they were living, past the moment they were in, or the death stick clenched between their lips.

The electric pulse of the music charged the air, whipping the crowds on the dance floor into a frenzy. A flood of gaudy neon light bathed the nightclub in strobing hues of purple, pink, green, orange and yellow. A throng of bodies bounced and gyrated to the melodic rhythm, their movements spurred by the deep thunder of the bass as the DJ pumped the tempo up to give the music a physical presence that could be felt just as easily as it could be heard. The crowd erupted in rowdy cheers, their pace quickening with the crescendo before exploding into a fevered pitch. In an instant, the entire crowd was lost to hysterics and euphoria, arms flailing wildly in the air as bodies undulated to and fro with the beat.

Mila drank the whole spectacle in from her perch on the catwalk above, dusky hazel eyes sweeping over the dance floor while an impish grin played across her lips. The energy and exhilaration from the revelers seemed just as intoxicating as the glass of Chandrilan Blue '439 in her hand, and it wasn't long before she found herself swaying in time with the music. Places like this had always been a little slice of heaven for her, even if most people did tend to disagree with her definition of bliss. There was a kind of raw vitality one could find cavorting among the galaxy's seedier elements that you just couldn't get anywhere else; and she didn't mind admitting that the whole atmosphere had a certain allure that excited her in fun and “interesting” ways. Unfortunately, mixing business with pleasure was enough to stymie the high as the voices of her partners chirped in her ear through the comlink.

Gulping down the rest of her drink, swallowing against the lingering burn it left at the back of her throat, her gaze honed in on the pink Twi'lek and the Sacred Band Sister who had been assigned to this op. For her part, Mila had been dispatched to the club some time earlier to conduct a some light recon and secure an alternate extraction point in case everything went to shit. Apparently her superiors had even less faith in the SBZ's abilities than she did. Watching the scene between Aria and the bodyguards unfold from afar, Mila eyed the crowds for herself to identify a number of additional security guards attempting to "blend in" with the crowd. Hard to do that when she caught them checking their comlinks every few minutes or so - obviously coordinating with other members of the Twi'lek's retinue. Kriffing armatures.

"Von, I have confirmed the target and am near the group she is dancing with. There are five guards in this area with her, but I'm sure there are several more throughout the building. How would you like to proceed?"

Her instructions were only to intervene if it seemed necessary. They should have known better than to give her such vague orders. "Necessary" was an entirely subjective point of view, and in Mila's particular interpretation of the mandate, "necessary" meant securing the target at any cost. Tearing her gaze away from the Twi'lek, she keyed the comm piece in her ear as she made her way towards the dance floor. "Von's not here right now." She said half mockingly, weaving through the densely packed crowd. "Said he'd save you a seat though. Right side, center booth." It had occurred to Mila that she hadn't identified herself to Aria, but if the girl was any kind of smart she'd realize someone chatting back on their closed comm channel was probably working with her rather than against her. "Meet you there."

She hated all this cloak and dagger crap, but minimal radio contact was really for the best. A face-to-face would work far better as the noise from the music would drown out all but the most intimate of conversations. Passing by a waitress on her way to the booth, Mila snagged a drink from her serving tray and took a good long drink as she slid into her seat. Her eyes kept track of the Twi'lek girl through the crowd, which wasn't all that difficult considering she had a wall of bodyguards separating the patrons around her like a rock in a river. Stupid little schutta probably thought all that muscle would intimidate any would-be attackers. Apparently she'd never met a Sith before.

@RedneckLoves

 

[RedneckLoves]

"Von's not here right now."

Aria froze at the unfamiliar voice coming through her ear piece. Had someone intercepted Von and stolen his comm? Did they know about their mission? Was she about to be captured... again???

"Said he'd save you a seat though. Right side, center booth. Meet you there."

The second time the woman spoke, she sounded more friendly than mocking. That may or may not be a good sign. Something compelled Aria to go, though. For some reason she felt that this woman was a comrade. Perhaps it was the tone in her voice - she sounded a lot like one of those force sensitive, arrogant Sith.

She quickly made her way to the indicated booth and slipped inside. Aria sat across the booth from the woman who had spoken over the comm link. She was a slender woman with red hair and tattoos covering every inch of skin that Aria could see. Having been the one summoned here, she decided to let the other woman speak first to explain what was going on.

 

[Gamov]

Her gaze sifted through the crowd, fixing on Aria as she arrived and quietly took her seat in the booth. Awkward silence settled between the two for a moment as neither spoke, but simply observed. For her part, Mila always thought the Sacred Band were little more than over glorified mercenaries with bigger egos than most. The thought that one of them could hope to stand next to the power of the Force and claim "equality" was ridiculous at best - sheer arrogance at worst. Her attention meandered over the blond for a moment, noting the facial tattoos right off. Kiffar? Maybe, but anyone could get their face tattooed for any number of reasons. Hell, she was living proof of that. Casually shrugging the ruminations aside, Mila took another swig of her drink, swallowing that familiar burn again.

She produced a well used pack of cigarettes next, slipping one of the tiny white cylinders free and clenching it between her lips "Smoke?" She offered the pack over to Aria as she lit hers and drew in that first, smooth breath. Mila let it stew in her lungs for a moment before exhaling a thin trail of wispy white smoke from her nostrils. "So, like I said, Von's outta the picture. Consider yourself under new management." She took another slow, deliberate drag from her cigarette. "I don't know what kind of Gamorrean league plan you've got going on here, but from here on out we're gonna do things my way." If she seemed an overbearing bitch, it was only because, well... she was. If there was one thing Mila understood about being a Sith - and understood it well - it was the freedom to take what you wanted, when you wanted and not give a damn about who got in your way.

Half a dozen bodyguards would hardly pose a challenge.

Her gaze drifted back out onto the crowd, trailing the Twi'lek. "I see little miss princess is a party girl, eh?" She asked rhetorically, addressing Aria almost as an afterthought as she watched their target make her way towards the bar. "Good news for us. Not so much for her." Flicking away the ashes from the end of her cigarette, Mila lamented the empty glass in front of her. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink." Shifting up from her seat, cigarette and glass in hand, she motioned for Aria to follow her. Weaving through the dance floor, she moved up to the bar, signaling the bartender for a couple of drinks - their target never far from the corner of her ever watchful eye.

 

[RedneckLoves]

After sitting in the booth for a few minutes, Aria was certain that this woman was a Sith. The contemptuous gaze that looked her up and down was proof enough. She was beginning to get tired of the arrogance of all the force users. The Sacred Band was supposed to be on equal footing with the Lords of the Sith, since they're the ones that fracked up the last war. Of course that might be what it was 'supposed' to be, but not a single one of the force using Sith actually felt that way. They always did and probably always would feel superior to all those around them, but especially to the SBZ members.

Right now, none of that mattered, though. They had a job to do here and Aria was determined to finish it, even if her Brother had abandoned her and left her with this force using woman. She held up her hand in refusal of the offered cigarette. She'd never smoked before and didn't care to start. She didn't have anything against people who wanted to use drugs, but didn't see the point in putting poison in her body.

"So, like I said, Von's outta the picture. Consider yourself under new management. I don't know what kind of Gamorrean league plan you've got going on here, but from here on out we're gonna do things my way."

Aria just looked away, back out towards the crowd on the floor and discreetly rolled her eyes. Leave it to a Sith to come barging in the middle of an operation and completely take over leadership. She didn't really mind letting the Sith take over since she hadn't had any real plan anyway, but the shear arrogance of all these Sith just rubbed her the wrong way. She was starting to get sick of it.

Not saying a word to the woman, Aria simply stood and obediently followed her to the bar. She saw that the target was there as well, and figured that whatever the Sith planned to do she would find out soon enough.

 

[Gamov]

The bartender eventually ambled his way to their end of the bar, serving up a couple of drinks for the women, though only one was really meant for recreational consumption. "Okay... fun time." Mila huffed out a wispy cloud of smoke from between her lips as she retrieved her pack of cigarettes again, this time to retrieve an inconspicuous vial she had tucked away in between the tiny white cylinders. She seemed to hum a pleasant tune to herself as she poured the contents of the vial into one of the drinks, giving it a quick swirl to incorporate the liquids together. "Now..." she briefly traded her cigarette for a sip at her own drink, "you're gonna go on down there and apologize to little miss prissy pants for your screw up earlier."

As she finished her drink and stamped her cigarette out on the bar, her eyes fixed on Aria. "Whatever you do, don't drink this. You'll be puking your guts out for hours if you do. Well, unless you're bulimic or some shit, then knock yourself out." Mila eyed the Twi'lek at the far end of the bar again, the dumb thing still totally clueless about the dangers surrounding her as she seemed to argue with the bartender over whether or not she should be carded for her drinks. She made quite the fuss about who she was, spouting off at the mouth about 'my daddy' this and 'my daddy' that. Stupid f*cking schutta. "That stuff won't take long to get into her system, so once you're done head for the bathrooms. Guarantee that'll be where you're gonna find little miss princess in about, oh..." She spared a mocking glance at her watch, "three minutes. Give or take."

Mila glanced back once more, their target was getting thoroughly flustered with the help. "I've got a few things I gotta take care of." She said, attention drifting back onto Aria. "You good? Understand what you're doing here?" She'd wait for the girl to nod or speak, or do whatever it was she was going to do to make it clear she understood her goal. Then Mila would mingle with the crowds again, disappearing into the sea of bodies to make her way back towards the front entrance. If things all went according to plan, this should all be wrapped up in not time.

 

[RedneckLoves]

Aria listened carefully to the Sith woman's instructions. As the plan unfolded, she had to shake her head in appreciation of Mila's forethought. Aria had originally been under the impression that they'd take out the guards one by one and then force the girl to come with them. Mila's plan went straight to the source of the mission and totally incapacitated her. Wow. That was just plain good planning, no ifs about it.

"You good? Understand what you're doing here?"

Aria didn't nod or speak, but simply took the drugged glass from her and walked away, towards the target. She sauntered up to Nes'aara, who was currently flirtingly berating an attractive barkeep that had dared try to card her. It was clear to Aria that the twi'lek was riding a party high - and probably a spice high as well. She was loose and having the time of her life. That should make it easy to get close to her.

As she neared the pink twi'lek, a surly guard stood in front of her blocking the way. Nothing daunted, Aria called out to her target with a flirtatious flare to her words.

"Hey gorgeous! I was just trying to bring you a drink. Wanna call off your boy?"

A wink and subtle shifting of her body was enough to entice the twi'lek. Nes'aara grinned from ear to ear and without a glance at the guy she'd been talking to - who glowered at Aria - made her way over to her. The twi'lek draped her hands over the man who'd stood in Aria's way, playfully toying with his shirt front, but looking all the while directly into Aria's eyes.

"Now now, Menzo, this one's not trouble. Look at how sweet and innocent she looks." A playful wink her way indicated that Nes'aara didn't necessarily agree with the words in their entirety. "And she brought a gift!"

The girl squeeled in delight and pushed past her guard. The man's face hadn't changed from the strict visage it originally showed. Neither did he try to stop the twi'lek, so that was all fine by Aria. Nes'aara happily took the drink from her hand and took a few swallows, ending with a loud party whoop and several fist bumps. Aria joined in and was quickly engulfed by a crowd of the girl's party bunch. She lost sight of the target, but that was okay since Mila had said the drug was fast acting. She shoved her way through the gyrating crowd and finally made it to the nearest bathroom. Before going in, she quickly snatched a shawl that had been hanging on the coat rack just outside the front bathrooms.

Sure enough, the girl was already there. Luckily she didn't have her guards follow her to the bathroom, and the rest of the area was mostly clear of people. Aria rushed up to her, feigning concern, holding her shoulder as she puked her guts out and muttering that it was going to be okay. She wetted a nearby towel and dabbed at the girl's forehead, then took the shawl and wrapped it around the girl's head. It'd be easier to get her out of here if she wasn't instantly recognized by anyone.

Somewhat forcefully, Aria took the twi'lek by the arm and made her stand up. The girl, bleary eyed and thoroughly miserable looking, finally glanced up into the face of the 'friend' who had come into the bathroom a minute ago. Her eyes widened and then her expression became angry as the realization that she'd been drugged hit her. It lasted only a moment, though, as she was forced to turn around and bend over again to throw up some more. When she stood again, hunched over and clutching her stomach, Aria wiped her mouth with the towel before putting her arm around the girl's shoulder.

Nes'aara would have been outraged at it all, if she'd had the strength to protest. As it was, she was virtually helpless as Aria guided her out of the bathroom, with a paperbag held up to her face in case of more vomitting, and to the front entrance. Aria looked around for a moment, for Mila, but didn't see her and figured that she would catch up with them outside. Between the shawl, the paper bag, and the friendly mutterings of "It'll be okay" and "You just had too much to drink" from Aria, the pink twi'lek wasn't recognized on their way out. Nobody even spared a second glance for the two women, for all they saw was one girl helping another that had obviously had way too much liquor tonight. Not an uncommon site at the club.

Outside and free of the noise and prying eyes, Aria allowed the girl to slump against a dark alley's wall for a moment while she waited for Mila. When the Sith joined her, they could leave this place with their prisoner and no one would be the wiser. She was glad that Mila had come up with such an easy and virtually fool proof plan. It certainly beat taking out several guards and running the risk of discovery and subsequent capture.