Dubrillion Fury

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Lilaena walked through the passageways of the Night Train, Aurelias Kazaar's ship. Her left hand was lightly bandaged, and she walked slowly, in no rush to reach the cockpit.

Once she arrived, however, she took a seat and looked at the Rebel operative. "Dubrillion?"

"Hafta refuel," he said around his ever present cigar, working the controls of the ship. De'Ville nodded, watching the jewel-like planet grow larger in the viewscreen.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar wasn't very happy. Made no frackin' sense why he was outta fuel. Night Train'd been completely filled when the two'd left f'Sestooine (http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?t=21507). An' that mission'd been trip down th'frackin' Tumble bunny (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Tumble_bunny) hole. Weird ass plague carriers, psychotic docs anna creepy Inquisitor who Kazaar fileted f'offing an entire city. Frackin' bastard deserved every ounce o'pain he'd gotten.

Didn't explain why th'frack his ship was outta fuel. Kazaar chewed on his cigar as he piloted his way through Dubrillion's (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Dubrillion) atmosphere. Was o'helluva planet. Nice an' temperate.

Wouldn't be o'bad place t'take o'vacation (if Kazaar gave o'crap for that sorta thing) an', hell, had a couple nice frackin' beaches. If Kazaar didn't hafta send some data they'd grabbed, he might even consider findin' a cigar store, a nice beach, bottle o'bourbon and see how much fun he could have.

That was, 'course, if he didn't hafta get a buncha data off to the Rebellion as quickly as frackin' possible.

"Unidentified ship, this is Dubrillion Control please come in and state your destination."

Kazaar blew smoke outta 'is mouth an' rifled through o'buncha data cards he had saved for times like this. Names an' IDs ovva buncha ships he knew were out there. Some o'em were from Kimiiki Crei's organization (that he used t'frack around with the now-dead Albino). Others were from his old boss, Gorgja the Hutt, and even more from th'Rebellion.

This time he chose the ID of o'ship in Gorgja's fleet. Run by o'man named Paskal. Nice guy. Kazaar actually knew him pretty frackin' well. Which meant he wasn't 'bout t'kill him.

Dubrillion Control accepted his ID without much ovva problem. Sent 'im to Landing Pad 74, which was on top ovva cliff over looking the ocean. Helluva view.

An' the ex'bounty hunter hoped it wouldn't be o'bad trip.

"Fill 'er up pal." Kazaar nodded at th'short human who walked to both him an' De'Ville. "The good stuff. Not that cheap crap."

Kazaar started saunterin' down the ramp towards th'capital city. "Gonna hit up o'cigar store and find o'place t'get o'drink. Interested in comin' along Lady? Might keep ya from gettin' in any trouble."

Gave 'er o'wink and kept his pace.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She had pulled a short jacket on over her red t-shirt before they left the ship, and she tugged on it now, shaking her head. Her hair was getting a little long, and she tucked it back behind her ears where it barely stayed. "Thought I'd find a place to send a secure transmission to Command."

And make a copy of this data. Her face creased in a half smile. "You're welcome to join me, after you've found your cigars."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar just kinda smirked an' let smoke curled outta his mouth. "Awright. But I tell ya Lady. You're missin' out. Cigars are o'helluva thing. Pretty frackin' tasty. Get ya a nice o'nice panatella. Ya'd be in frackin' heaven."

That got o'small smile outta De'Ville an' she brushed 'er hair back. "I'll take your word for it."

Which prob'ly meant no but Kazaar was used t'it. Only dame he knew who'd been willing t'smoke was Ash. Knew o'gal (http://sw-fans.net/forum/member.php?u=3115) with the Black Sun who smoked too, but hadn't seen 'er inna while. And she sure as hell wasn't someone ya fracked with either.

He was kinda surprised t'see there was o'small cigar store near th'space port. Made sense if ya were trying t'grab tourists to part with their hard-earned creds.

'Course, Kazaar was no tourist.

"Whatta ya got."Smirked through partially clenched teeth as he smelled th'sweet scent o'fresh tobacco in the store. Owner was o'spindly faced Zabrak who had an air o'confidence Kazaar liked.

"Depends what you're looking fer." Zabrak didn't move from 'is seat behind the counter. "That maduro you're smokin' pretty strong. Bet you don't want what I normally give tourists. I've got some of the Bel Iblis line, plus some other cigars from Socorro."

That was what Kazaar was lookin' for. "Lemme see what ya got..."

'Bout ten minutes later, the ex-bounty hunter was stridin' out with four boxes o'cigars. Paid o'decent cred for it, but was totally worth it. Only thing he spent more creds on were either booze or blasters. Or his ships if they ever needed servicin'. Hardly ever happened, Kazaar kept the frackers in tip top shape.

He figured th'Night Train'd be refueled by th'time he got back. Give De'Ville some time t'get the info off an' they'd be good t'go.

That's 'bout when things went bad. The guy Kazaar'd asked to fill up his ship was there, but didn't appear t'be doing any kinda work. Plus he had 'nother guy sittin' near him. Both o'em were staring at something on the ground.

"The frack's goin' on here." Kazaar demanded inna guttural growl. Sure as hell wasn't liking what was going on.

"Well, sir." Guy he hired stood up. "We found out why you're out of fuel. You've got a busted line hose."

Kazaar crossed his arms, lettin' the cigar bag dangle from his left hand. "So...frackin' fix it."

"Well we can't. The fuel line you use we don't have. Starship dealership on the opposite side might have it."

"So what's ya frackin' point!" Kazaar got up in the guy's face. "Stop standin' at each other like o'buncha frackin' asshole Gungans, order the damn part an' tell me how frackin' long it'll take for ya to install it!"

He gotta sheepish grin in response. "That's the thing...I found something while digging through the fuel line. Want to see..."

Kazaar took o'look at what the guy was starin' at on th'ground. Aw shit...

Pulled 'is comlink out instantly an' got outta earshot o'the techs. "Lady...we gotta frackin' problem..."

The tech'd found an Imperial frackin' tracking beacon.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She held her commlink close to her mouth. "Was just about to call you. I am being followed." Lilaena leaned to the side, peering back around the corner of the building she was pressed up against. "Got Stormtroopers wandering around too. I think -"

"Found a trackin' beacon," Kazaar bit out, still chomping on a cigar by the sound of it. "Frackin' Imps know we're here."

"Right. I am at... 1456 and Gundark and moving west. Didn't get anything sent yet, noticed the tail right before I went in to a comm store." Lilaena stowed the commlink, walking briskly down the street she was on and toward more stores, and more people.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Son of a...BITCH!

Kazaar stormed into the Night Train's hold, shuttin' the door before the techs could wander in. "Gonna have visitors at some point 'Trey'. Make sure th'fracking shields're gonna hold." He grabbed o'couple blaster rifles (his EE-3 anna Scalphunter (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Scalphunter_rifle) for De'Ville), a few thermal detonators, plus an extra blaster. Wasn't 'bout t'leave the ship unprepared.

"Gonna get us o'fuel hose so we can get th'frack outta here." He dumped th'cigars on o'table an' checked the charges on his weapons. They were full. 'Least one thing was goin' right.

Kazaar was 'bout t'take off, when he realized something. Imps were gonna be lookin' f'two Mandys. Meant grabbin' the armor wasn't gonna do 'em any favors, but goin' out lookin' like Aurelias Kazaar wasn't gonna help 'im either. Need o'Force-damned disguise orra dye job or somethin'. And he didn't have time f'any of that. He snarled an' grabbed o'bottle of dark blue dye an' a bottle of blonde dye. If he were frackin' lucky it wouldn't matter what he an'De'Ville looked like, long as they weren't in Mandalorian armor.

'Least he frackin' hoped it'd be like that.

He burst outta th'Night Train's door where the two techs were still waitin' like o'buncha idiots.

"Hey that's a lot of..."

"Shut the frack up." Kazaar snarled. "I need o'frackin' speeder. Somethin' fast that's pretty frackin' durable."

The tech looked kinda bewildered. "Well all I got is a LUX-3, (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/LUX-3_landspeeder) but I can't let you have that."

The Rebel wasn't in th'fracking mood t'argue. "The frack not!"

"Well...it's my dad's and he'd kill me if--"

Kazaar threw o'stack o'creds in th'guy's face and took his keys. Found th'one he was looking for an' stalked off. "Buy ya own frackin' speeder!"

The LUX-3 wasn't o'bad craft. Built by MandalMotors it'd least serve his purpose in trying t'avoid the Imps. Dependin' on what kinda forces they sent after Kazaar an' De'Ville. Best part was th'speeder had tinted windows.

He gunned th'speeder an' shot it outta th'spaceport. 1456 and Gundark. 1456 and Gundark. 1456 and Gundark. Where th'frackin' hell was it. Wasn't like it was o'damn scavenger hunt.

Finally saw it. Including five stormies which seemed intent on finding De'Ville. Well, hell, that made things o'lot more interesting. If the Imps were startin' to track 'em down, it'd mean he couldn't just head back to th'frackin' spaceport. Hafta hole up for 'least o'day while gettin' the supplies he needed. 'Least Kazaar was pretty sure that'd hafta happen.

He slid the speeder down th'street lookin' forra brown-haired lady tryin' not to be noticed. "If ya can hear me, Lady I'm outside o'clothes shop. Go in there, buy o'outside, then slip out th'back. I'll meet ya there."

Pulled into an alley an' waited.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Frell me, Lilaena had tossed her jacket into a trash can and lifted a hat from a display, trying to melt into the shoppers along the street she was on, but she seemed to have picked up even more Stormtroopers. They weren't closing in, and were far enough back that she could imagine they weren't sure exactly where she was, just her general location.

Or they could just be waiting for her to lead them to something. Intercepting the data would be key on their list of priorities. She double clicked her comm to indicate she'd gotten Kazaar's message.

Good thing she'd taken it with her. They'd be about ready to turn the ship upside down looking for what she had on her, if she wasn't mistaken.

De'Ville slipped into a small electronics store, just inside the door, and snagged a package of datasticks, black and simple, just like the one she had around her neck. She had them in her holdall and she was out the door before anyone noticed.

The clothing store Kazaar had mentioned was a few storefronts down, and she walked inside, letting the music envelope her as she grabbed some items at random and moved to the fitting rooms in the back. Once safely behind a curtain, she tore open the datastick packaging, putting them into her pockets.

Lilaena pulled a white t-shirt on, discarding her red one in the corner of the dressing room, and peeked out around the curtain. No one in sight. She used the Force to circumvent the security tags, the hard plastic sensor releasing with a soft click, and then walked out of the cubicle, heading straight for the employee door to the back of the store.

A few minutes later she was prying open the door to the back alley, looking for Kazaar.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

A speeder slowed into th'alley an' rolled down o'window. "Get th'frack in right frackin' now!"

No doubt 'bout it. Kazaar'd found her.

De'Ville got in as quickly as possible an' Kazaar pulled out. She was actually kinda surprised t'see he wasn't smoking, but it somehow made o'bit of sense. They were fightin' for their lives. Now wasn't the time to enjoy tobacco. Or alcohol f'that matter.

Kazaar threw o'glance in the rearview mirror. Didn't see any Imps comin' out but they could have the entire block surrounded. Wouldn't put it past 'em t'try that. Bastards weren't completely idiots, jus' mostly ones. Which meant the two could figure out o'way to get the frack out...somehow.

"Frackers've been trackin' us since we left Sestooine." He snarled, black eyes starin' out the window. "Sabotaged m'baby too."

He let outta long sentence fulla curses. "Ya don't frack with someone else's ship."

"There are more stormtroopers out there." De'Ville tried to get 'im back on track.

"Yeh I frackin' know." Kazaar was in no mood t'be placated. "Gonna try t'block us off if we ain't lucky."

They weren't. Imps had set up o'roadblock at th'end of the street. Couple speeders, plus o'few bikes as well. Looked like they were checkin' each speeder f'anything that might be suspicious.

Like o'bounty hunter armed f'bear without o'cover story as to what he was lookin' for.

Unless he tried t'make it seem like he'd brought De'Ville in f'questioning. M Might work since she had o'frackin' bounty out on 'er. Hell, Empire might be even willin' let him take 'er in. Would keep the frackers from escortin' 'em and they might even find o'place to dump the info.

But that was too fracking easy and Kazaar wasn't the type to use that to his advantage. 'Specially not when she had some info they both needed t'get off to the Rebellion. Plus...she hadn't stabbed him in the back (yet).

Was it really worth turnin' her in for his own frackin' skin?

He scowled inwardly. Hell frackin' no.

"Strap in an' grab o'blaster rifle."

Kazaar gunned the speeder's engines an' shot towards th'roadblock. Stormtroopers jumped outta th'way as he crashed through, the speeder only slowin' briefly due to th'impact.

"Throw o'thermal detonator out!" He snarled. "Keep 'em off balance!"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

De'Ville didn't need to be told twice, pushing the switch on one of the deadly spheres and throwing it out the window as they went by the startled Stormtroopers. As Kazaar floored the accelerator, the roadblock exploded in an impressive ball of flame behind them.

"They're probably all over your ship by now," she said loudly over the roar of the engine and the wind. "We need to dump this data to the Alliance as soon as possible."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar just kinda smirked. "They can frackin' swarm all they want. Ain't gettin' in."

He swerved 'round o'speeder that was goin' to slow. Probably an old frackin' geezer who didn't know what th'frack was goin' on.

"And what if they place another homing beacon. You ever think of that genius!" De'Ville fired o'couple more shots at a couple speeder bikes that happened t'escape her initial explosion. Both went down inna pretty spectacular crash.

"What th'frack ya want me t'do." He snarled. "Turn ya frackin' in!?! Not o'Force-damned frackin' option!"

Speeder almost took out o'couple trash bins sittin' by o'store. "We gotta get rid o'this vehicle pretty frackin' soon. Those assholes are prob'ly gonna try to get in, an' when they can't they're gonna hope we come back. Simple solution is...we frackin' don't!

"Ya wanna dump the info? Fine...after we make sure no more o'em are following."

He turned down o'street and came to a halt.

'Nother roadblock.

'Course this one included a Force-damned Imperial Chicken Walker.

Kazaar tossed open a door, grabbed his rifle anna cowboy hat one o'the techs must've tossed in there.

"Aw shit! Get th'frack outta there!"

He leaped out just as the AT-ST started firin'.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She threw herself out of the moving speeder, rolling along the cracked duracrete of the street as the AT-ST made contact with their former vehicle. It blew into a hundred pieces, metal raining down on her as she halted on her hands and knees. Lilaena pushed up to her feet and dashed for cover, Kazaar already nimbly across the street from her with a ridiculous hat on his head.

She stared at him over there, the other side of the flaming slag that had been their ride, her face carefully blank, running over what he'd said. Turn ya frackin' in?! He said it wasn't an option, but then why bring it up? He'd thought about it then. And for a man like Kazaar, that meant it was an option. A last option perhaps, but still... it was still near the table if not actually on it.

The walker was not moving from the roadblock, but she could hear the running boots of Stormtroopers. De'Ville gave Kazaar a half salute with two fingers, hitched up her blaster rifle, and took off down the alley she'd found herself in. They'd made it to some sort of industrial district, and there were huge warehouses all around them. Good place to get lost, and, if she was lucky, find somewhere she could copy the data.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Th'Imps were gonna try t'go after both o'em. Kazaar had no frackin' doubt o'that. Way they operated. Divide an' fracking conquer. 'Course Kazaar wasn't gonna give 'em that option.

Fired o'couple bursts at the stormtrooper nearest Lady. Caught him in th'head. 'Nother blaster bolt took down another. That got their attention.

Kazaar ducked into an adjoinin' alley an' ran down it. He'd ditch the hat soon an' find some new clothes. Right now it was time t'get the Imps away from De'Ville.

He pulled out 'is comlink. "Know o'place called Renfield's Overlook. Hotel on the other side o'town. Meet me there tonight. An' dye ya frackin' hair. Somethin' they won't expect."

Didn't wait f'De'Ville t'answer. Instead he shot couple other Imps an' hopped over o'fence. Let's see how these frackers liked playin' 'chase the Rebel' in o'busy warehouse district.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Dye her hair? De'Ville double clicked her comm to confirm, and looked over her shoulder as she jinked around a corner, white armor filling the alley just as she ducked out of sight. She ran under a droid hydraulic lift, with cargo container still moving up into the air, her movements swift and sure. Years of operating in heavy Mando'ade armor meant that being free of it felt like she was flying.

And also, naked. De'Ville pulled her rifle up, running backwards and targeting the heavy droid behind her. Carefully aimed shots destroyed the governor of the machine, and the container it was lifting crashed to the ground, effectively cutting her off from her pursuers.

De'Ville ran on.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar dashed up o'flight of stairs quick as he could. Got t'the top an' threw a glance over 'is shoulder. Here they come.

Let loose o'volley at the group an' allowed o'smirk as he saw 'em scatter. Couple others were felled by 'is song o'dance. Kinda nice t'see. 'Specially if it meant they weren't gonna be buggin' him.

Tried th'door next t'him. Frackin' locked. Door was flimsy 'nough f'Kazaar t'break through with a hard kick. Thing splintered like o'buncha toothpicks. Guess luck was gonna be with 'im forra bit.

Kazaar entered into o'large warehouse that was housin' a buncha frackin' toys. Toys. Didn't even know Dubrillion had o'fracking toy industry. Ran down the catwalk as quick as he could. Sure as hell wasn't gonna make progress standing 'round.

'Specially if th'Imps decided to surround the frackin' place.

Made it to th'end of the walkway just in time t'see o'couple Imps enter. Fired couple more blaster bolts their way. One fell dead, the others scattered f'cover.

Then one o'em decided t'toss o'frackin' thermal detonator inside.

Kazaar swore an' jumped just as th'thing went off...

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She heard the faint whump of an explosion elsewhere, but kept moving. Let Kazaar take care of himself. Obviously it was what he was good at.

De'Ville ran through the first floor of a warehouse that had its wide loading dock open, dodging between rows of pallets and automated forklifts, certain she'd lost her pursuers. She still needed to stay lost, however, and to find... ah ha. She found a door that was wedged open, leading to the offices and employee locker rooms of this particular warehouse, the high security lock not engaged. Probably for convenience. Who would break into their workplace, anyway?

De'Ville slipped inside, letting the door click shut behind her after kicking the wooden wedge out of the way, and ran her hands through her hair, settling it down and walking purposefully through the grey and beige hallways. She opened the first door she came to and found a multi-stall refresher. The second door was a conference room.

She went in and locked the door behind her, glad the room had no windows. What it did have was a state of the art comm system, for conference calls and holographic meetings. De'Ville slipped into one of the comfortable chairs and pulled open the console set into the long table, exposing the guts of the system.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Hit th'ground pretty frackin' hard. 'Nough t'elicit o'stream o'Mandalorian an' Basic curses. No time t'be pitiful. Get th'frack up an' make 'em pay.

Way Kazaar figured, Imps were gonna burst in on th'ground floor an' try to take 'im out. Hell, he woulda done the same thing if he didn't know who his target was.

And the Imperials had no frackin' clue what kinda guy Kazaar was.

He was right. Bastards broke right in through the front door, blasters high. Right into the arc of Kazaar's own thermal detonator.

BOOM!

Got knocked on his ass again as the grenade went off. 'Least most o'the Imps were gone. Charred flesh wafted through th'air. Not just dead, frackin' disintegrated.

Woulda taken time t'enjoy the deaths if 'nother squad o'Imps hadn't come through the door. Kazaar felled couple o'em with his blasters, then ducked behind o'crate. Most blaster bolts ricocheted off th'floor around him.

Frackers. Weren't even trying t'kill him just pin 'im down. Must be waitin' forra buncha Imp commandos t'come in.

Kazaar wasn't gonna give 'em the satisfaction. He fired couple bolts from 'The Twins,' then switched to 'Evey,' his EE-3 blaster rifle. Thing shot out blaster fire like it was nothin'. Imps fell like they'd had their strings cut.

Now Kazaar smirked. An' fled outta the building.

Time t'find transportation.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She didn't have a lot of time before someone noticed the hack job she was doing to their security systems. De'Ville knew how to slice, but she was not an expert by any means. This was a quick and dirty job with only the destination in mind.

Any slicer worth paying could have been in and out without the AI of the building noticing. De'Ville was constantly shutting down alarms and circumventing firewalls that security was throwing at her, making the slice take even longer. Finally she had a secure and encrypted node to use, and she quickly began streaming the data they had lifted from Sestooine to Colonel Starborn. He would know what to do with it. She included a small update on their situation as well.

ON DUBRILLION. EMPIRE ON US. WILL CONTACT AGAIN WHEN CLEAR.

De'Ville tapped her fingers on the table, waiting for the transmission to finish sending. They would take the original datastick to the Alliance as well, which meant she still needed her copy.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Didn't want t'take o'civvies' speeder but would if he had to. Lotta folks just wanted t'either get the frack outta his way or run. Wasn't every frackin' day ya had o'shoot out in the middle of the Force-damned street. 'Specially not on Dubrillion. Space battles from time t'time but not this.

Imps were runnin' towards the warehouse Kazaar'd bailed outta. Seemed pretty fracking confused on whatever th'hell was goin' on. Lotta white-hatted idiots runnin' around tryin' to find someone they didn't know. Hell if the streets hadn't been pretty clear, probably woulda been o'massacre right there. An' Kazaar woulda hated himself for it.

He cut down an alley, trying t'avoid the street. Wouldn't do any good to get noticed. Had t'find o'place to change clothes. There was some cook smokin' something by a door. Looked like he was too busy enjoyin' whatever the hell it was to care 'bout the slew of Imps runnin' around. Kazaar figured out why pretty quickly. Fracker was smokin' glitterstim. Wanted t'smack the guy. What kinda idiot used spice during work? Frackin' moron.

Sneaked up behind the guy an' knocked th'guy out with o'quick punch to th'head. Now he had some clothes. Also found keys to o'speeder inside the guy's pants.

And transportation.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She yanked the datastick from the console, pushing up from the conference table and ducking out of the room as soon as the transmission had sent. A security team had been flagged to investigate the electronic disturbance she had caused.

De'Ville jogged down a passage, snagging a company hat off someone's cubicle and pulling it on over her dark hair. A few turns later she found a relatively empty corner and took a seat at a desk, her back presented to the security cameras as she accessed the computer terminal. She fished one of the blank datasticks from her pocket, placed it into an available slot on the console, and inserted the original datastick as well.

After starting the copy transfer she leaned back in the chair, trying to look casual and relaxed.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Guy he knocked out had o'pretty decent speeder. XP-38 (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/XP-38_landspeeder) which looked like it was in good shape. Best part...tinted windows. Everyone on this frackin' planet had those. Wasn't like Dubrillion was this sun-encased land. But f'whatever reason, the guy'd gotten 'em. Must want t'keep it cool.

Or...yup...hidin' the fact he smoked spice while drivin'. Fracking cockpit reeked of the shit. Kazaar cringed as he sat down. Any Imp with half o'brain would prob'ly stop 'im for the smell alone. Kazaar was pretty sure he could talk his way outta it, but didn't want t'even try. Which mean he'd hafta create some more frackin' chaos to distract the Empire's finest.

He closed th'door (after dumpin' 'Evey' in the passenger seat) an' strolled out into th'streets. Imps had o'blockade at the end of the road with 'bout five speeders waiting t'get by. Wasn't 'bout t'fracking start shootin', even if he killed 'em all, no doubt someone was gonna get pissy about the fact he started shooting in the middle o'the fracking street. Meant he'd hafta improvise.

Once again, Kazaar got lucky.

Imps had ditched o'transport 'bout 15 yards away. Thing was just sittin' there without a guard. He was pretty frackin' sure the stormies thought no one'd be dumb enough t'actually frack 'round with it. Kazaar just kinda smirked an' took the long way.

Dumped o'couple thermal detonators beneath it, givin' him 'nough time t'walk away without being spotted. Hat he wore would protect 'is face an' it wasn't like he was gonna be wearin' these clothes forra lot longer.

By the time he got back in his speeder, the detonators went off.

Blast was so large it actually shook 'is speeder as it pulled out into th'street. Bits an' pieces o'the transport started rainin' down all over. One o'the Imps actually got nailed in th'frackin' face by o'piece of the engine. Kazaar had t'smother o'laugh as he got waved through th'blockade.

Got frackin' lucky there. Now had t'change how he looked...

An' hope De'Ville was smart 'nough t'get outta the area without gettin' busted.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She ended up walking out the front door in a company jacket, hat on, and she even waved to the droid receptionist. She had the original datastick around her neck, and two copies in her pocket. De'Ville jumped into an open roof speeder, hacked the steering column, and drove out of the parking lot.

She used the onboard navigation system to plot a course to the hotel Kazaar had mentioned. It was on the other side of the city, as advertised, and no doubt there was an entire garrison between it and her position.

There was smoke rising from somewhere a few blocks away: Kazaar's work no doubt. Perhaps he'd been turned into a greasy spot on the road. Probably not.

She accelerated down the road, found a looming road block and turned away. There was no way she was getting through a road block without drawing the attention of every Imperial in the warehouse district. After she drove around in a big circle, she had a pretty good idea where all the blocks were. Then she saw her options open up.

A river had had it's banks laid in duracrete, and it had just a trickle of water in it. De'Ville punched the accelerator and sent her speeder down the incline, driving right down the river. She didn't skimp on speed, traveling as fast as she could. If they were watching the canal then she'd deal with it, but the further she went the more it became obvious that she was going to make it.

Once the navigation system determined she was out of the industrial district, she gunned it over the bank, crashed through a weak fence, and swerved into traffic. The navicomp stuttered, recomputing the route, and then started feeding her directions again.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Found o'place he knew was o'front for Gorgja. Why th'frack Gorgja wanted a barber shop as o'main base for his operations was frackin' beyond Kazaar. Maybe 'cause not o'helluva lotta people'd look t'see what the frack was going on. Either way...if it didn't get him pinched...all he cared 'bout.

Barber nodded o'greeting. Kazaar'd been there few times over th'years an' apparently the barber had one o'those memories that never forgets o'face. O'frackin Tynnan (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Tynnan) which made no Force-damned sense, but for whatever reason Gorgja liked 'im. Didn't do o'bad job on hair either...not that Kazaar gave o'flyin' frack. Normally just made sure the damn thing didn't look bad before headin' out.

He was paid t'keep people alive an' kill Imps not win some kinda frackin' fashion show.

Sat down in th'barber's chair. "Gonna need it short. Also dye it."

Barber kinda *chittered* an' scurried t'where the dye was. Came back with o'couple bottles. One was blonde, a color Kazaar'd used o'couple times before.

Kazaar took o'look at it an' nodded. "Yeh. Throw some red innit too. Thing's gonna last 'bout o'week right? Might need 'bout that long."

Barber just nodded an' Kazaar gave o'smirk. "Good. Find me o'couple cigars too will ya..."

Thirty minutes later an' he was headed down th'street. Changed outta the shirt he'd lifted from the cook into just o'tank top. Dubrillion's climate was warm 'enough it wouldn't throw anyone off, but cool 'nough that Kazaar'd hafta change clothes at some point. Which he planned on doin' anyway.

Strode into o'cheap clothing store an' grabbed o'few shirts an' pants. Plaid button down anna black pullover. Black pants too. Paid in creds an' walked out.

Few miles later there was o'more expensive store which Kazaar saunterned into. Still wore th'tank top, which had t'piss off the Sephi (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sephi) behind th'counter. 'Course when he dropped 'bout 400 creds on clothing (including o'damn fine lookin leather jacket) the guy didn't bother complaining.

Took him a two hours t'drive to Renfield's Overlook. 'Course it was called that forra frackin' reason. Had o'helluva view of the many oceans on the planet. No flophouse but was the kinda place ya had 'least look like ya were makin' a decent wage to get in. Or 'least know someone who made o'fracking decent wage.

Kazaar almost swore this was like some kinda frackin' unrealistic spy-holo but had t'remind himself Dubrillion was o'pretty nice place. Only had o'few slums an' that'd probably be the first frackin' place the Imps would look. Far as those idiots were concerned, they were lookin' for two people who raised all sorts o'hell. Not the kind who raised hell, then went underground t'cause even more hell later.

'Sides, the ex bounty hunter smirked as he plopped himself down in o'smoking lounge. Renfield's was only ten or so klicks away from th'main Imperial base. And he an' Lady would sure as hell need t'cause problems there if they were gonna get th'frack off this planet.

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Colorcrawlers were unique little droids that were cheap as hell to make and sold in packs at beauty stores. You threw them on your hair, or fur, and they'd crawl over the strands until you were sporting a new look. A hastily grabbed two pack of blonde and bright blue had resulted in an edgy, streaked look during the time it took to drive to Renfield's Overlook. De'Ville made a face at herself in the mirror, and pressed the control button in the packs that deactivated the colorcrawlers before they started looking for more hair to dye.

She parked on the street and walked to the hotel, lacking keys to throw at the valet and not wanting to deal with any more questions than she had to. In the lobby she strode right for the smoking lounge, sure that she'd either find Kazaar there, or perhaps no where. Maybe he'd been blown up.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Small dame came up t'De'Ville. Wore o'green dress which showed her chest an' legs.

"You must be Olympia." Voice was squeaky an' it was pretty obvious why th'hell she was wearin' the dress. "Pasco's in the back, waiting for you."

De'Ville raise o'brown eyebrow. Olympia? Pasco? Couldn't Kazaar think up o'some kinda name better'n that crap?!?

"How do you know I'm the one Pasco's looking for..." Her voice was sharp.

"Simple!" Dame's voice squeaked an' her blonde hair wobbled as if she'd been solving a complex problem. "You're tall. And flat. And ya look out of place here!"

She smiled as if she wanted t'get o'nice pat on the head for 'er deduction. "He's back there. Tell him his scotch is coming and we're sorry about being out of bourbon."

The dame walked off, accidentally bumping into a guy who was drinking from o'glass of beer. "Sorry!!" She leaned over. "I'll get you another one..."

De'Ville rolled 'er eyes an' headed towards th'back o'the lounge. Bith musician played o'flute, givin' the room o'weird sense o'levity to all those sittin' around smokin' and drinking. Seemed off for th'lounge but prob'ly made sense somewhere.

Didn't see Kazaar. Either th'blonde ditz was wrong or he was really hidin' well. She was 'bout ready t'leave when she spotted him smirkin' through o'buncha cigar smoke.

No frackin' wonder she didn't recognized 'im.

Hair was blonde, cut short an' pushed forward. Eyes were o'differnt color too (green). Still had that hunter's look to 'em but were almost smilin'. Kazaar'd ditched 'is normal black pants, shirt an' grey coat. Instead he was wearin' o'real nice blue turtleneck 'neath o'dark brown suit jacket. Dark brown pants too. Feet were still booted but not like th'rugged ones he normally wore.

Sure as hell looked more like o'businessman enjoyin' a drink than o'bounty hunter.

Waved De'Ville over an'pointed toward th'bag sittin' on the chair next t'him.

"New clothes. Change when ya get th'chance. Glad ya could make it."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Wouldn't miss it," she said, reaching down and retrieving the bag. "Any more bright ideas? I'll be right back."

De'Ville strolled to the refreshers and locked herself in a stall, quickly stripping and putting on the clothes Kazaar had provided. They were high quality: a pencil skirt and button up shirt that would make running for it pretty interesting. And, of course, three inch heels. She slipped the shoes on and stuffed her old clothes in the bag, shoving it into the trash. A pair of clear eyeglasses completed the look, transforming her into something more like a librarian than a Rebel spy.

She ran her fingers through her hair in the mirror, the blue streaks lending the librarian a bit of spunk, then rolled her eyes at herself and stalked out of the refresher. A bit of adjustment to her walk was needed with the shoes, and De'Ville had it down by the time she returned to the smoking lounge.

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"Thought ya might like th'sexy librarian look." Kazaar smirked an' drained his glass. "C'mon we're off forra walk."

Strode outta th'smokin' lounge, Kazaar ignorin' the plea from a silver protocol droid remindin' him that smoking was not allowed inside the hotel. Didn't matter anyway, they were outta th'hotel pretty quickly.

"Imps got their main base 'bout ten blocks from 'ere. Since those frackers are all lookin' for us down by th'starport...figured we could distract 'em o'bit."

He took o'puff from 'is cigar an' nodded at the couple Imp officers who seemed t'be off to some bar t'grab o'drink an' maybe some cheap dame.

"Feel like 'causing o'bitta mayhem..."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She stood silently, and then looked at him. "Oh, was that a question? What do you have in mind?"

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar snorted. "Smart ass."

They strode down o'durasteel an' crete street which made Dubrillion look like some frackin' hybrid of cultures between pre-and-post Old Republic. Th'Kid'd like it...an' Kazaar had t'admit, it wasn't that bad.

"Guy named Miggs runs blasters an' other heavy weapons. Ain't o'big fan of using someone I ain't familiar with, but m'old boss vouched for 'im. Hangs 'round some uppity high class frackin' joint named 'Mignola's Stones.'

"Figured we'd pop in, scope 'im out an' see if he's actually on the frackin' level. Grab some creds an' buy some weapons."

Lowered 'is voice an' smirked. "Hell if we had th'garb I'd say we knock over that Imp payroll station down th'street.

"Might not be o'bad idea one way o'the other."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She shrugged. "Depends on how long you want to stay here. Tweaking some powercells to overload and placing them around the city is a quick and dirty way to draw lots of attention and scattering it."

De'Ville raised an eyebrow. "It is dirty, though. Alliance wouldn't approve."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

"If ya mean dirty by takin' out civies..." Kazaar took o'long puff off th'cigar. "I ain't o'fan of that. Don't need t'give the Empire any more Force-damned propaganda 'gainst us."

He shrugged an' stopped by o'speeder. "Keep an' eye out will ya..."

Fracked 'round with th'lock an' smirked when it popped open without an alarm goin' off. No light sayin' a silent alarm been activated either. Nice t'see o'bit o'frackin' luck.

"Get in." Got the speeder started without o'problem.

"Now if ya mean frackin' with some spice dealers and gettin' those bastards in trouble...I'm all f'that. Ain't o'bad idea."

[Lilaena De'Ville]

"Depends where we plant the devices. But there would be collateral damage." She turned her head to view the Imperial payroll building as they passed it. "We could start with one there, if you like. I'm not familiar with the underground element of Dubrillion, but if you know some lowlifes that need to get in trouble with the Empire I'm all for it."

Lilaena pressed a finger to her nose, rubbing underneath the bridge of the glasses. "Thermal detonators would be easier to use as a delayed explosive, but damned expensive and difficult to get a hold of." She leaned back in the seat. "I can rig the power cells though, I have done it before."

[Aurelias Kazaar]

Kazaar drove th'speeder past th'payroll station. A restaurant with a buncha glass windows was next t'it on the left. On th'right looked like o'vehicle depot o'some kind.

"Could hit it by th'speeder hub...'cause o'lotta noise. Only guys who'd prob'ly die'd be Imps anyway."

Smirked. "Ya game f'that?"

[Lilaena De'Ville]

She shrugged, resisting the urge to adjust her glasses again. "It's acceptable. We will need other targets as well, so as to draw out the largest portion of responders and Stormtroopers." De'Ville pressed her lips together in a thin line. "I am sure we can find some suitable areas where civilian casualties will be low."

An hour later they were planting the last rigged set of power cells under the hood of another stolen speeder. De'Ville double checked the wiring to the simple chrono and then closed the speeder up and gave it a pat. "All set. Just set it to drive in on auto, we only have about six minutes before these all go off."

She grinned. "Give or take five minutes, of course. These are not exactly ... exact."