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Infiltrating The Palace

Mara Jade pulled the hood over her head, tucking her distinctive vermillion tresses out of sight as she moved out of the alley and through the open door of the cantina. Avoiding a collision with drunken Lasat, Mara sauntered through the bustling crowd and over to the bar, banging the durasteel countertop to catch the attention of the EV bartender.

"What'll it be? And do hurry, we're swamped at the moment," the grouchy droid demanded, violently shaking a cocktail mixer inches from Mara's face.

"I'm here to see the owner of this...establishment," Mara whispered, using the most polite word she could conjure up to describe the subpar cantina. "He should be expecting me."

"Bish should be in his office, just through there," the droid tilted its head towards a darkened path beside the bar. "He should be free. And do try and refrain from causing a fuss, my microprocessor can not handle yet another investigation by the Imperial busybodies that plague Mos Eisley."

Mara nodded curtly and wandered up to the narrow corridor, raising her legs to step over a pair of Jawas that had passed out against the walls. Strutting along the grated floor, she subtly waved her hand at the door near the end of the corridor, forcing it to open for her. Stepping into the crumbling office, she was immediately met by a blaster that was pointed straight at her chest, gripped by a nervous-looking Weequay.

"Who are you?" the Weequay exclaimed, tapping a small switch located beneath his battered ...

... desk. "And what did you do to the door? It's meant to be reinforced against thermal detonators."

"It seems you were sold a dud," Mara lied, pulling her hood back, taking no notice whatsoever of the blaster following her every move. "I assume that you are Giretti Bish?"

"Ahh, and I assume that you're the beautiful Arica that I've had the pleasure of communicating with?" Giretti relaxed and returned his blaster to its hiding place, salivating at the sight of the fiery haired beauty that graced the office of his cantina. "I have to say, you're a lot more gorgeous than I envisioned, I love a human with a red mane. Now, what can I do for you?"

"I need to get into Jabba's Palace," Mara replied bluntly, bristling as the Weequay distracted himself by staring brazenly at her, soaking in the sight of her perfect figure, clad in her form fitting synth-leather suit.

"That's it?" Giretti almost burst out with laughter, taken aback by what was a relatively simple request. "By the urgency of your comms, I assumed that you would be asking for something tricky. Hell, you could just walk up to his front gate and get inside with no problem, that greedy slug wouldn't turn away such a divine beauty."

"Don't you think I would have done exactly that if it were so easy?" Mara rolled her eyes, looking down at the proprietor with obvious disdain at the small office, able to hear the Jizz band through the thin walls. Just like any other offworlder, she dearly wished she could be anywhere ...