Dar'Kal'arth Part 1: The Resurrection (private)

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm Yawns, having just waken up and missing the visions**

I'm still not awake all the way, can you run that by me agian, in basic.

[Live Wire]

*Live Wire and Lady DeVille walk back to their quarters*

LD: So we are on a fishing expidition

LW: It appears that way. I wish we knew more about what this Mayor is like. If we knew something about him then we would know what is going to be the most effective way of getting information from him.

LD: What did he mean when he said "any means possible"

LW: Excatly what he said. We get it any way we can without getting ourselves killed. *looks at her apprentice sternly*

LD: Okay okay I'll be careful.

LW: Good. No getting reckless!

LD: Why do you think we got this job?

LW: Simple. We're women!

LD: You mean.....

LW: Yep. Any means possible. Even seduction. Politicians are not exactly known for being descrete which makes us perfect for the job. Who's going to suspect two beautiful women of a noble background as being spys?

LD: Noble background?

LW: *holds up data card* I dont go anywhere without being ready to become someone else.

*LW glows and all of a sudden the black haired brown eyed live wire is gone replaced with a slightly shorter blonde blue eyed beauty*

LD: how did you? Wait is this another mind trick?

LW: Not at all. What you see is what you get. You will have to use a mind trick if you want to alter your appearance. But for me its a lot easier.

LD: You never cease to amaze me.

LW: Thats the general idea.

LD: So how do we know that who we see everyday is really you?

LW: Well its just kind of the form I settled on. It seemed....familiar somehow. Dont ask me why.

*LW changes back into her usual form and drops LD off at her quarters*

LW: Start packing

[Lady DeVille]

*The door to her quarters swishing shut behind her, De'Ville flops on her hard bed.* ...Mind tricks, eh? *She stares at the plain ceiling, and realizes she can't practice a mind trick unless someone's mind is there to trick.* DAMMIT! *She quickly rolls off the bed and packs up a small bag for the trip to the planet.*

[Garrett Blade]

*Lady De'Ville lies on her bed...staring up at the ceiling. She is still thinking about mind tricks when she is startled by a bright light in the room, though quite small. A large number of smaller light particles appear around the room. The light particles are then attracted to the first one. As the particles meet the larger one...they combine and start to form one large light source. The light source is now about half a foot on diameter. The light in the room is now unbelievably bright, and Lady De'Ville has to protect her eyes for fear of being blinded. Suddenly...the light source implodes...leaving only thye ghostly form of Garrett Blade!!*

Lady De'Ville: "GARRETT!!!"

Garrett Blade: "Practice makes perfect eh!"

Lady De'Ville: "What d'you mean??"

*Garrett slowly walks over to a control panel on the wall next to the window. Outside, the Balmorra system can be seen, its upper atmosphere glowing a bright blue against the black canvass of space. He enters a few commands on the panel in front of him...then speaks into a microphone...*

Garrett Blade: "Ensign Busher...report to Lady De'Ville's room immediately! This is a priority one order!"

*And with that...Garrett turns to Lady De'Ville...and slowly begins to disappear again!*

Garrett Blade: "See you soon.....De'Ville..."

Lady De'Ville: "WAIT!!!

*The word barely leaves her mouth when Garrett disappears completely - back into the void of the Force!*

Knock Knock

The door to Lady De'Ville's quarters swishes open at a rapid speed...only to reveal Ensign Busher!*

Presley Busher: "I got here as fast as I could!!! Whats the problem Miss De'Ville???!!!"

[Lady DeVille]

*De'Ville stares open mouthed at the spot where Garrett had been. Or had he been there at all...? Ensign Busher clears his throat.*

Busher: Ma'am?

*The woman in front of him turns slowly to face him, but it is not Lady De'Ville that the ensign sees. A much shorter, plump Twi'lek woman sidles up to the startled officer and playfully winks at him. He stammers apologies.* Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that this was the, uh, I...

*The woman 'tsks' like a large parakeet, and escorts the blushing Busher to the door. He jumps a little...Did she pinch his behind? No, must have been his imagination. He allows himself to be put outside, and then he turns back just as the doors swish shut. He checks the hall...no, he's in the right place. But....?

The door opens again, and a tall blonde dancing girl walks out. Startled, Ensign Busher backs into the opposing bulkhead.*

Girl: OH, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. *she walks up to him and takes his arm. She is about two inches taller than he is, and he looks up into her bright violet eyes.* Are you looking for the Lady De'Ville?

*(Not anymore!) Ensign Busher nods.* Yes, are these her quarters?

*The girl nods, and adds* She stepped out for something to eat, should be back anytime now. In fact...I think I hear her... *She walks away and around a corner, and then De'Ville comes around the same corner, and barrels into the confused ensign.*

De'Ville: BUSHER! THERE you are! Its about time, I've been looking for you-- Come with me. *She leads him into her room, and tosses her bag at him.* Take this to the shuttle bay.

*The officer looks around the small room as De'Ville shoos him out, but can see no middle aged Twi'lek woman. Once outside in the hall again he sighs. Sith. Shaking his head he slowly walks down the hall.

Suddenly he feels a pinch on the butt and hears De'Ville :::GET A MOVE ON!!!::: and he books it to the docking bay.

In her quarters De'Ville lays back on her bed and laughs at Busher. She smiles at the spot where Garrett had been.* Thanks.

[Garrett Felth]

*Garrett Felth and his brother Dax are standing outside an Imperial Landing Craft - a lot bigger than a Lambda Shuttle, and even more heavily armed! A few bags and crates are piled up just at ther bottom of the loading ramp. The two talk and joke about past adventures together whilst sipping a socorran raava each.*

Garrett Felth: "NO WAY...I swear that was all your fault - you were the one who asked the Councillor of Sluis Van if he could GIVE us a 5 strong fleet of Action VI Bulk Transports!!"

Dax Felth: "Well at least I didn't go as far as to ask him for some cargo and escorts for free TOO!!!!!"

*The main doors to the hanger bay part aside. Standing, silhouetted in the blinding lights behind them - Gav Mortis, Live Wire, Lady De'Ville, Banestone and Dyzm. As the lights die down, the group can be seen a lot easier, and Ensign Busher comes running up behind them. The group slowly make their way towards the shuttle Sentinel Star*

Garrett Felth: "Everybody set??"

Group: "Yes!"

Garrett Felth: "Right then, lets get everything on board!"

Dax Felth: "Let's mosey on down!"

*The entire group stare at Dax in disbelief!!!*

Dax Felth: "I'm sorry!! Excuse me!"

ALL: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!"

*The group laugh off and joke about Dax's remark and board the ship. Garrett, Dax, Gav and Live Wire sit in the command cabin whilst Banestone and Dyzm check on things in the cargo bay. Lady De'Ville chats in the passenger room with Ensign Busher.*

Garrett Felth: "It's been a while since you last piloted one of these babies Dax!! Think you can still handle her??"

Dax Felth: "NO PROBLEM!!!"

Dax Felth:(Into tannoy) "This is your captain speaking...please make sure your seat belts are fastened securely and all baggage is placed either under your seat or in the overhead compartments!!"

Garrett Felth "Dax...this ain't the Merry Thrubidormore y'know!!!"

Dax Felth: "Just shut up and let me drive bro!!"

*The loading ramp barely closes in time before the Sentinel Star takes off, leaves the hanger bay and jets off towards Balmorra's atmosphere*

[Garrett Felth]

Landing supervisor: "Confirmed Sentinel Star, you are clear to land on landing platform 004-CC."

Dax Felth:"Roger that, approach vetor locked in, thankyou!"

*The Sentinel Star glides through Balmorra's bright and sunny sky...losing altitude as it goes. Lady De'Ville looks out the passenger window and sees below her the hussle and bussle of Balmorra Metropolis. the most blatant building is the Mayors Municipal Building. Four major streets extend away from the building for several kilometres, with side streets branching off. Moments later...the ships is on solid ground and landing struts secured. The loading ramp descends and depressurises. After a few minutes the group exit and make their way to the docking station reception.*

Garrett Felth: "Remember...keep your eyes open, and watch your backs...expect the unexpected...you get it! Once we get past security, we will head to our accomodation, check-in, then return for our stuff!"

*The group enter the reception area...and bump into a freak imperial Stormtrooper squad on patrol duty - they just happened to be here whilst you were!!!*

[Lady DeVille]

*Gasping in fury at the sight of the stormtroopers, De'Ville quickly touches the troopers' minds with the force, and turns herself into a nondescript traveler. The troopers only see a bustling Twi'lek housewife, clucking around, signing obsenities with her lekku when people bumped into her.

In the hustle and bustle of the reception area De'Ville gets separated from the others, but she isn't worried. After checking through the spaceport, she hikes over to the hotel. She gets there before anyone else, and settles down to wait.*

[Gav Mortis]

Within the large open reception area, the group of seven now one down as Lady De'ville calmly yet with discretion, gains distance from the squad of ten troopers leaving the rest to solve their imminent problem.

Inevitabley, Gav cannot feel somewhat out of place and therefore breaks away from the group, the troopers cannot help but take notice of the towering, powerful form of the man wearing a large, black trenchcoat and bandana around his forehead. Three of the troopers break away and approach him, he seeming does not notice the nearing trio but continues to walk a fair distance away from the group.

The others, not a great distance from the exit encounter the remaining Storm Troopers, who bring them to a hault.

"As regular Imperial protocol, would you please state your identity and your business here?"

Taking note Gav turns to be met by the three other troopers and is asked the same question however he manages to see between to of the troopers' heads Live Wire step forth through the group and as she weaves through it from the back she walks past Banestones hulking figure and as she does emerges from the other side with a completely different form; blonde hair, blue eyes.

Startled by this Gav suddenly snaps back to reality and addresses the evident squad leader by observing his Leuitenant rank.

"Yes. My name is Marshall S'von and I am here to study the modern architecture of this particular city. I work for USC."

Puzzled, the officer repeats;

"USC...what the hell is tha..."

The officer is suddenly cut off as the sound of laser fire is heard from behind, one of the troopers pushes Live Wire aside and fires a blast of red energy up towards the balconies above.

"THERE'S ONE OF THEM!" cries a second trooper, who aims and fires in another direction as another shouts and fires.

"THERE'S ONE OVER THERE TOO...AND ANOTHER!"

The three troopers stand with the backs turned looking at the rest of the men firing in all directions, before the trio have time to react to their fellow troopers behaviour; Gav, with a smirk, swings his powerful arms through the air in a clapping motion however his hands collide with the heads of the two troopers either side of the officer and from the momentum the three helmets collide together. Helmets buckle and break upon impact instantly killing the officer as his head is crushed between his two troopers. The sickening crack of skulls would turn a person who actually cared faint however Gav watched in mild amusement as the second two officers fell into a coma alongside their dead officer.

After a bombardment of laser fire the troopers who confronted the rest of the group dispersed to take out their "targets." Gav had joined the others who seemed confused by the whole unexpected ordeal and they hurriedly press on; Gav suddenly turns to look around the large open reception to see the numerous smoking reminants of security devices of all types, audio and video after begin destroyed by trooper laser fire, Gav smiled at his own handy work and joined the others.

[Garrett Felth]

*As the group turn towards the exit whixch leads out into the bright, sunny street leading up to the Municipal building, an electronic noise it heard to their left. The group slowly turn to meet whatever it is behind the door...*

Live Wire: "What in thew world????

*The door reaches its most open position and the bottom disappears above the metal framing. Nothing can be seen inside the darkness besides 6 small lights in pairs, roughly one metre apart from the next pair. The lights are about 10 metres high up against the black canvass. Suddenly 3 blinding lights are shone directly at the group and they. Dax and Garrett cover their eyes whilst the Sith present use the Force to protect their retinae.*

HOLT.....IDENTIFY YOURSELF!!!!!

*The inhuman voice errupts from the darkness!!!*

*Then, three Imperial Dark Troopers emerge from the shadows and bring their weapons to bear on the group!!!!!*

*Garrett Felth produces a small black ord from his brown leather trenchcoat pocket. He instantly flicks the ord a few feet in front of him. The orb evaporates on impact with the ground - but nothing seems to have happened. Except one thing...the lights in the Dark Troopers' eyes have gone out. Whilst the metallic monstrosities are momentarily disabled, Garrett quickly takes off his coat and drapes it around Live Wire. He is now wearing an Imperial uniform - ranking as a Personnel Commander. He is just able to discard his shades before the droids come back online! Garrett just manages to read the operating numbers of the droids...*

Garrett Felth: "DT squad 3472 AA-9...state your immediate protocol and reporting station!!"

Protocol sequence 00-195-ABBT

Garrett Felth: "Hmmm.....I am changing your orders.....you are to proceed to sector C-AA2, area Delta/34 level 2. Proceed to the generator room and DO NOT EVEN MOVE from the second 11-2B panel on the central platform!"

Yes commander!!

*As the Dark Troopers leave the group, Dax, Gav, Live Wire, Banestone and Ensign busher stare in amazement at Garrett!*

Live Wire: "Why did you send them to wherever the hell you sent them???!!!"

Garrett Felth: "Because they are due to dismantle that area in half an hour and cannot proceed until ALL personnel are clear - EVEN DROIDS!!!"

*The group immediately start clapping in congrats for Garrett!*

Dax Felth: "Genius!! PURE GENIUS!!"

*The group walk outside into the cool summer day...and proceed to the hotel to meet up with Lady De'Ville...but not before Garrett puts his coat back on!!!*

[Lady DeVille]

*Sitting in a comfortable chair in the warm sun, De'Ville quietly watches the people milling through the hotel lobby. She notes with passing intrest a few business types hurrying by on the way to some important meetings. She...blinks...

...and opens her eyes to see Live Wire standing over her, looking stern.*

Live Wire: This is not the time to be sleeping in public places, De'Ville! We've got our rooms, you need to get out of that chair and get your lazy self upstairs. *She turns and walks away, leaving De'Ville in her "I-just-woke-up-don't-yell-at-me" confusion.

She lurches into an upright position, and grabs her bag (which had served as a very comfortable pillow). De'Ville runs after Live Wire, not wishing to get lost in the hotel trying to find her room.*

[Live Wire]

*LW walks down the halls and notices that all of their rooms are conveniently near each other. LD opens the door directly accross the hall from LW's room*

LW: as soon as you unpack I want to see you.

LD: all right

*LW enters her room and sweeps it for bugs. She was by nature a suspicious person and even though their arrival was unexpected she wasnt taking any chances. Her bag's were full of equipment since she really had no need for clothing and such frivolities. She did however have her sith cloak which she took with her everywhere. Sometimes it was good to be inconspicuious. She left everything in the bag except for her lightsaber which she strapped to her hip and then pushed a small green button. The LS faded away becomming invisible thanks to the small cloaking device she had installed on it. She turns as LD enters her room*

LW: Haven't you ever heared of knocking?

LD: No.

LW: *decides to ignore that for now* I hope you came prepared for some undercover work.

LD: I come prepared for everything.

LW: *raises her eyebrow* Dont get c0cky.

LD: Sorry.

LW: Anyways, I decided to let you be the one to get close to the mayor. It wont be easy to get the information we want from him but I think you can handle it. While you are handling him I will be hacking into his personal computers and pulling whatever documents we can from there. You still have to get him to talk though. Use your...charms on him and I think he will crumble.

LD: Sounds like fun. I am glad you think I can handle it.

LW: I know you can do it. You have done well in your training and this will be your first real assignment. Whatever you do be careful. The most important thing is your personal safety. If we have to sacrifice info to keep you safe then so be it. No getting reckless and heroic on me got it?

LD: Understood.

LW: Good. I found out the mayor is having a little party tomorrow afternoon for planet dignitaries. Thanks to lazy computer security I managed to get us on the invited list. You are Nashana Ver daughter of a visiting correllian dignitary who has been convientnly taken ill and you are attending in his place. I am going as Eliss Y'arne a sucessfull entrepreneur from Coruscant.

LD: What if they check into us?

LW: If they do then they will find nothing but who we say we are. I dont go anywhere without identities ready to put into a computer. Dont worry I have taken care of it. Your only concern is to get close to the mayor and get information out of him. I'll handle the computer work and I'll be watching your back. Make sure you keep your saber hidden. If someone see's it they will get suspicious. But you can keep your blaster in plain site so people know you arent a target. I am doing the same.

LD: All right. I think I can handle it

LW: You'll be fine. And if you get into any trouble I wont be to far behind.

LD: Easy for you. You can just float around unnoticed.

LW: Be greatful I can. It may keep us alive. I get the feeling stuff like that is going to come in handy.

[Garrett Felth]

*Garrett and Dax Felth sit at a table out on the balcony of their room, gazing out over the sea in the cool shade of a Kra'paulii tree on the wall. The soothing sound of the gnetly waves can be heard faintly from the balcony. The two brothers engage in chit-chat over a cool glass of Sororran Raava.*

Dax Felth: "They should be here by now!!"

*The words are barely out of his mouth when a knock is heard on the door! Garrett walks over and lets Gav, Banestone, Dyzm and Live Wire in*

Garrett Felth: "Where is Lady De'Ville??"

Live Wire: "She will be here any minute now!"

*Moments later, Lady De'Ville arrives at the door!!*

Lady De'Ville; "I'm here, did I miss anything??"

Garrett Felth: "Lets begin shall we??"

*Garrett leads the group to a large dining table. Each person takes a seat around the rectangular table*

Garrett Felth: "Now, we must discuss our missions at hand! First of all, Live Wire and Lady De'Ville, have you any ideas about your mission, any suggestions or comments???"

[Live Wire]

Me and DeVille talked it over and we have a rough plan. Most of it will be taken by ear. I am letting LD be the one to get close to the mayor and cause of my computer expertise I will be doing the hacking. It should go smoothly. I made sure our fake identifications are in place. I dont think they will do any checking into us but they are there just in case. I dont think our part will be a problem.

[Lady DeVille]

*De'Ville sits beside Live Wire, arms folded, face calm. However, behind the mask of serenity her mind was racing. Thoughts about the mayor ::I wonder what he looks like?!:: and thoughts of... Her head snaps around to look at Felth.*

When are we going to resurrect Garrett Blade? Isn't that our primary mission? *Reaching up she tucks a fly-away hair behind her ear.*

[Garrett Felth]

*Garrett Felth looks directly at Lady De'Ville*

Garrett Felth: "Soon. I bet that everyone is wondering what their missions have to do with the resurrection of Garrett Blade. I can't say I blame you...I should have explained much earlier than this. Live Wire...De'Ville, you are trying to gather information from the Mayor so that we can somehow manipulate him, that would give us the ability to make decisions for him...say a diversion?!"

*A smirk emerges on Garrett's mouth! He then moves his chair back and stands up, then starts walking around the table, occasionally stopping behind members of the group for a short while*

Garrett Felth: "We need to be able to make sure that when we do proceed with the resurrection, that we are not interrupted in any way - for if we do then the resurrection may not be complete! And the consequences could be disasterous! Gav, your mission comes not from me - but from Garrett himself. Maybe I should explain a bit more. When Garrett dies...he is able to "exist" quite stably and life-like for a few hours at most...then he is only capable of appearing in visions - like we have witnessed here! He was the one who requests that you undergo your mission to infiltrate the Moff's building...I myself am not entirely certain what this will prove!! and Banestone and Dyzm, you two are reconning the Hutt crimelord on this planet so that we will know if there is to be any conflict whilst here - so that we can take the neccessary precautions when resurrecting Garrett - again, they could be a problem! So you see...everyone's mission contributes to the resurrection!"

*Garrett returns to his seat and pours a drink for himself*

Garrett Felth: "Live Wire...I have drawn up a set of blueprints to the Mayors Municipal building - it should prove useful for your mission! Banestone, I have drawn up a list of possible places where you may find Klathurba the Hutt's hoods and minions! Try the danceclub at the top of Drakan Lane, the pitfighter's dungeon south of the Municipal building, and the sewers - I know it may sound dirty but it's worth a shot!! And Gav, I would like you to meet me here later tonight for a briefing on your mission!! That is all...oh and one last thing, I checked the daily report - security is going to be tight for the next few days, so it would be unwise to do anything mission-related until further notice! Enjoy the rest of the day! You are all welcome to join my brother and I here of course!"

[Lady DeVille]

*De'Ville scoots back her chair.* I think I'll get some re-- *Live Wire hands her the blueprints to the Municipal Building* --er, study these blueprints in my room. *She gives Live Wire a glare that her Sith mistress doesn't see, then stalks out of the room.

Back in her room she tosses the blueprints on her small bed, and walks out to her tiny balcony. The warm afternoon breeze teases her, and she looses her waistlength hair from its intricate braid. Sighing, she turns back to the blueprints... then looks back out at the city. She can just see the top of the Mayor's Municipal Building in the skyline. What had Felth said? Not to do anything mission related for a couple days. Yet Live Wire wanted her to learn the layout of the building, and that was mission related.* All work and no play makes me a dull Sith...

*De'Ville gives the blueprints a cursory glance, then rumages through her bag. Changing out of her blood-red jumpsuit into her black jumpsuit she pauses, then swears mightily. And loudly.* I don't have anything to wear to the dinner!! That's it, Live Wire or no Live Wire...

*She walks to the balcony, swings her leg over the side and looks down... four stories... Grabbing some native vine that had crept up the wall, she quietly and deftly makes her way to the ground. De'Ville asks the first person she sees about clothing stores, and is soon spending her last credits on a dress. But not just any dress. The dress. Black velvet so thin and clingy that it seemed to drip over her lithe body, one shoulder strap and tiny, semi-precious stones trickling from the shoulder over her breasts. The stones changed color in a random pattern, and the dress flowed out behind her, dragging on the floor when she walked. Not that she is wearing it. It is safely tucked into a shopping bag, ready to be produced when it was needed.

De'Ville wanders the city for an hour, and finds herself outside the Municipal Building. She gawks at it like a tourist, although it isn't much to look at. Compared to her home planet of Coruscant, it is an insignificant monument. But she gawks anyway, and she moves along with the rest of the crowd she finds herself in. Until she realizes that she is in the middle of a tour group. Don't do anything mission related! The tour group starts to veer towards the Building, and she simply can't resist.* One way or another I'm going to learn the layout of this place. And this is better than any old blueprint.

[Banestone]

Hmm. Interesting... so we make sure the nasty Hutt stays out of our business, eh? Dyzm, we'll split up for this... I'll check out the sewers first, you check the danceclub, and we'll meet after that at the pitfighter dungeon. We'll start tonight.

Hmm... once we find him though... how are we going to shadow him and find out any plans of his involving what we do here? Neither Dyzm nor I are very... concealable.

*Dyzm laughs as various snorts and giggles emanate from around the table*

Banestone: Yeah, thanks everyone. Nevertheless, we don't blend in... anywhere. I suppose we could hire ourselves out as bounty hunters to the Hutt... they seem to like the Hunter types.

Dyzm: Hmm. Well, we could try that, or... hmm.

Banestone: Or what?

Dyzm: Hutts always have an advisor and a translator around them at all times. Most of them seem to, anyways. Also, they are completely surrounded by bodyguards, depending on how rich they are. So...

Banestone: So what? Klathurba might believe we're bounty hunters - I've been one myself, before I came to the Sith - but I don't think we can become his trusted lietenants in a day. And I don't know that many languages. And no Hutt is going to let to strangers suddenly offer to be his personal bodyguard. Them Hutts are mighty canny like that.

Dyzm: But everybody trusts a droid.

Banestone: I fail to see your point.

Dyzm: And perhaps... perhaps Klathurba will fail to see you're not a droid.

Banestone: Sleet. Are you serious?

Dyzm: I can see it now... "New, prototype guard droid model... utilizes a half-organic body with a droid brain! Special terrorizing voice and red-tinted visual sensors included at NO EXTRA FEE! The next version of the fleshdroid will be COMPLETELY organic, but for a droid brain!"

Banestone: You're serious.

Gav: He's serious.

Dyzm: Yup. I, in Zerg form (and thus completely unrecognizeable by anyone), will be your salesman. We doll you up in some mechanical-looking outfit, and you keep your wonderful lack of feeling and try to sounds more mechanical.

Banestone: *Suddenly his voice sounds like it's coming from an ASP-7 droid, not from a living being* Easy. These cybernetic modifications included my vocal system. I actually don't have vocal cords, just a voder. A bit odd when you think about it.

Dyzm: That's good...! Now, you just lose the robes, walk a bit more mechanically, obey a slimy Hutt's every whim instantly...

Banestone: What do you mean, "more" mechanically...?

[Lady DeVille]

*Drawn along by the rather large group she had found herself in, De'Ville tries to blend in. She drops her blaster into her shopping bag, and unfastens the first couple inches of her jumpsuit. With her hair down and covering up much of her clothes, she appeared much more relaxed, even at ease. Looking around at the tourists, she noticed with pleasure that she was not the only one in a jumpsuit.*

*A short human male appeared at the front of the tourists, and began the tour. As they entered through a side door, De'Ville embraced a little of the Force. Not enough that a lurking Jedi would necessarily be able to detect her, but enough to reinforce her memory.*

Tour Guide: *droning* And here we find the spectacular main staircase which was built over a hundred years ago by Balmorra's second gov...

*De'Ville tuned out the guide, and looked down an adjacent hall. She could see a small group of stormtroopers which appeared to be on patrol. They were very relaxed, however, and almost nonchalant in their manner. They were walking away from the group towards... De'Ville extended her hearing with the Force, and caught a few words of their conversation.* ....28491, report to the compu....right away, sir....importa....must guard.... *A burst of static from their comm system burst into her ears, and she quickly ended her eavesdropping.*

*Ahead of her the group was moving on. Should she follow the troopers? She hesitated, preparing a mind trick should she decide to use it*

[Live Wire]

*LW watched amused as her apprentice climbed out of her window*

Good she's learning to take some initiative. I just hope it doesn't get her killed.

*LW smiled inwardly as she listened to Banestone's conversation as she left the room. This would have been a good time to get some rest but LW didn't know the meaning of the word. She made a quick stop in her room to "change" and walked out of the room as a tall redhead with shoulder length curly hair and green eyes. She was wearing a black bodysuit with a short jacket over it that hid her blastech pistol. Her lightsaber was safely attatched to her hip with it's cloacking device enabled.*

I don't think anyone will recognize me like this.

*LW walked around the streets observing the locals. It seemed like such a strangely normal place for them to end up after all of the strange happenings since Garrett Blade's death*

Why are we here Garrett? She whispered to herself.

*LW finds herself outside the municipal building. She hadn't realized that she was heading toward it until it was towering above her. LW walks inside looking around. She turns down a hallway and runs into Lady DeVille who spins around surprised*

LD: What are you doing here?

LW: I dunno I just sort of wandered in. *looks at the squad of troopers* You think they are important?

LD: I am not sure. I guess I was just curious to see where they would lead me.

LW: Follow your instinct. If you think that following them will lead to some valuable information then do so. I leave the judgement to you.

*LW waits patiently while LD assesses the situation*