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It Would Be a Club

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A Mind Adventure

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A Mind Adventure

Andromeda — Thu, 03 Sep 2026 06:12:21 GMT

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     After all of that trouble, Cayde had finally managed to find Senator Grindle's office. Only to find that he wasn't there. At first, he was going to hang around and wait until the Dowutin returned, assuming he would do so at some point today. But as you know, patience isn't the padawan's strong suit. Besides, maybe another time later once everyone had -mostly- forgotten that little Senate session incident would be better, anyway.     So after about half an hour of snooping about the office, he'd just slipped out a window and headed back to the Alisandre to look for Zetha. He'd promised to help her with finding more about her parents in her memories of the distant past--without Agent Black, this time. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Meanwhile, Zetha had left the Alisandre for a moment with every intention to go with Thaarin and Navi for another mission of Find Cayde. Only, when the two mention going to the CSF to put out a bulletin and potentially bringing Black into the mix, the Twi'lek does a fantastic job of dismissing herself from the moment. She turns back and returns to the Alisandre, walking back into the lobby with every intention of going back to her room. Only when she walks back into the lobby and makes way for the elevator she stops dead in her tracks when she spies the young Padawan. How? How did they miss him? Either way she heaves a sigh and walks over to him, making sure to approach him from the side at least so he can catch her in his periphreal at least. "Cayde? Where have you been? Thaarin's out looking for you right now..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Well Cayde had been headed up toward Zetha's room, when the Twi'lek herself appears in the lobby near the elevator. Perfect, it was just who he was looking for.     He arches a brow at the mention of Thaarin having gone out to look for him. [Well I am here] he signs, the nods toward the elevator. [To your room] he asks. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha glances back towards the exit of the Alisandre and then shrugs. Let them deal with it. She looks back to Cayde and nods. "Yeah. Let's go..." Then she walks with Cayde to the elevator that goes right up to her room. 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde watches as she glances toward the exit and shrugs. And doesn't contact anyone, or scold him or act annoyed. This he can live with.     Up the elevator and back to her room they'll go. The padawan will turn to her once they're inside, peering into her gaze for a moment. [When you are ready...can you find the ship again] he asks. [From last time] 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' "What if I'm not ready?" Zetha says as she goes to sit on the edge of her bed. "I don't get why he needs to know about the ship. He made it seem like I was some curious child who got into things...but I just don't see it. What if I can't give him what he wants to know?" She takes a slow breath then and shakes her head. "I mean, I don't mind trying, I just...I don't know if I have those kinds of memories..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde shrugs. [Then...wherever you want to go] he signs, then goes to join her on the edge of the bed. [When you are ready...not rush] he emphasizes that part again. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' "I don't mind trying...I guess..." Zetha offers as she holds her hand out for Cayde. "I just...can't promise anything. You might just get more visions of a very boring childhood..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     [We can explore other...if you want] Cayde offers, nodding. [Anywhere...start where comfortable] he suggests. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' "We could also talk about your testimony Thaarin's been onto you about writing..." Zetha offers and gives a smirk. "Alright. I'll try to start somewhere...we were at a point of my, like, I was a baby right? Maybe I can try to start a little older..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde nods. Oh, yes, an idea has occurred to him. He takes out the datapad with what he has written thus far, and shows it to her. And then, he just puts it in her lap. It's...well...it looks like maybe someone half his age wrote it.     [Need to rephrase] he signs, pointing at it. [You know the story] 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha blinks, then she picks up the datapad and looks at it. "I know...the story with the drill. The Chada Fan what came and got that bit and installed it which caused the drill to overheat and explode. I don't know anything else..." She says this much but then she gives a little smirk. "You want me to write it for you? I'll do it. But I may need to ask you some questions..." She sets the datapad aside. "And we don't tell Thaarin. I can probably write it fairly quickly...and maybe even make it so it doesn't seem like I wrote it. Could say I helped you with it if he gets suspicious about it." Then she shrugs. "So, trip down memory lane in exchange for a written testimony, eh?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde nods again. Yes, that would be good, though it's not like it was some kind of transaction. Just friends helping friends.     He points to his head and then to hers. [I tell you] he signs. [If okay]     Then he offers a hand, you know, for the usual contact that makes this a bit easier. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha nods and then places her hand into his own. "Fair enough." She offers gently and then takes a slow breath. "Alright. Let's do this..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     First things first, Zetha find herself seeing everything from that entire ordeal from Cayde's perspective--actually, she may be surprised that it isn't -too- different from her own. The drill, the explosion, the marauders, that rowdy crowd in the end. Though, that part is a bit chaotic and possibly difficult to sort through. He also has a lot of negative emotions toward Xera...he thinks she has -something- to do with this. And she's a big part of the reason Navi has found herself getting shut out of his mind more and more often. Whatever the Sephi sees in the woman, he doesn't trust it at all! 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha watches the whole ordeal, and the chaos that ensued from it. When she feels the negative feelings from Cayde towards Xera she almost voices how she agrees with those feelings whole heartedly. She's only met Xera once - technically - and the woman rubbed her the wrong way. "Set up from the beginning. Have someone find a drill piece that is not the best thing to use...the piece was known for overheating...and cause...this." It's something that sort of clicks in her mind as she watches it all. "This had to be really scary up close and personal..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde nods. This time it is a projection. < It is poison...she should be removed >     Yeah, it was scary. Telepathy is a scary thing to live with, if he's being honest. Which is why there is nothing in the galaxy he fears more than himself.     Zetha will start to see the room shift around her, the walls fading into a bright blue sky above Coruscant. Suddenly they are sitting in that same beautiful rooftop garden she'd seen before. He moves over to one of the low walls that surround it, sitting down on it. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha moves over to the wall and sits down next to him. "This does seem to be a happy place for you. Which I guess it would be...above and away from all those minds." She offers this and then looks around. "I don't know if I want to remember my childhood...but I know it would probably help find my parents. Though a part of me wonders if it's worth it...and why I'm obsessing over it now and not any time before." She shrugs then. "Shame life can't always be lived in a rooftop garden..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     < It is happy because of you > Cayde tells her, moving closer to her as she sits down next to him. he tells her,     < It is okay...if not want to find parents...happy with life...but if you want it, I will help you > 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha nods, then draws one knee up to rest her chin against it. "That's the thing though. I want to find them. Or...find out what happened to them. It's not their fault I was left behind...and if I could find them.." She shrugs. "I thought it could be as easy as running their names through some database. Wouldn't there be records of them?" 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     < Probably > Cayde replies, nodding. < Need Black for that > But she doesn't like Black, so...     < But find ship name, maybe find manifest...flight record > That could be a lead, right? < Maybe you remember > 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha makes a face when he mentions Black. "Maybe I could tolerate Black if he didn't come at me so...weirdly. Like if I go to him and ask. But also...could try to remember the ship name..." She says and then shakes her head. "Sorry. I'm completely off track of what you wanted to help me with. But...I appreciate you trying at least." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     < Go back to ship memory, find name...that is a lead > Cayde replies, nodding. < Maybe other important detail...lead to where they go later? > 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha's eyes shift around as the memory settles into place around them, the walls of the ship coming into focus piece by piece. "This..." She murmurs, looking down at the metal beneath her feet before glancing toward the narrow corridor ahead. "I know this." The low hum of the engines seems to vibrate through everything, familiar in a way that makes her expression tighten. Her gaze catches on the faded gold lettering above a nearby bulkhead and she stares at it for a long moment. "The Gilded Fang..." She says softly. "That's the name. I remember seeing it there. I think I used to look at it all the time." She takes a few slow steps forward, almost hesitant to touch anything despite knowing none of it is really there. "It's smaller than I remember." Zetha glances toward him and then back to the corridor as another fragment shifts into place. "Or...I was smaller, I guess." Her hand lifts toward the wall without quite touching it. "My father told me what the words said. I didn't know how to read yet." Her brows pull together as she looks farther down the passage. "I think our room was this way. Or the kitchens..." She pauses, visibly frustrated with herself. "It's all kind of mixed together." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     < Ship name...that is a good lead > Cayde encourages, taking some time to examine the memory himself. The gold lettering, the noise of the engines. He follows her gaze toward the room, or perhaps the kitchen. But he also turns the opposite way as well. < Did you go to the bridge? > he asks. Because that might have more leads, and possibly even better ones at that. Like a hyperlane course, or planned routes. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha slows when the corridor shifts around them, her attention catching on a small terminal built into the wall near the cargo bay. "No...never the bridge..." She says, moving towards the terminal. "I wasn't supposed to touch this." Which, naturally, seems to be exactly why the younger version of her had. The screen flickers alive beneath small fingers, rows of names, numbers and locations spilling across it. Zetha stares at the memory, brow furrowing. "I didn't know what any of this meant. I just knew some of the symbols." Then she shakes her head. "We were always in the lower parts of the ship...so getting up to the bridge would have been near impossible..." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Hm, well that part doesn't surprise Cayde. But it didn't hurt to check. < Okay, not surprise... > He examines the terminal, doing his best to commit all those names, numbers, and locations to memory as best he can. < Who tell you not touch > he asks. Had they said why? He starts trying to look for -that- memory, perhaps they might learn something useful from it. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha's expression pinches a little at the question as the memory shifts again, less like she is searching for it and more like the ship is deciding what to show them next. "My father, I think..." She says quietly, watching the smaller version of herself hover near the terminal. "Or maybe both of them. They were always telling me not to touch things." There is the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth before it fades. "Not because they were hiding anything from me. More because I was seven and apparently had no sense of self preservation." She moves a little closer to the terminal, eyes narrowing as another piece begins to surface. "I think he said the terminals were watched. That if I pressed the wrong thing, someone upstairs would know." Her gaze drops to the younger Zetha's hands as they move hesitantly over the controls anyway. "But I remember him using this one once. Maybe that's why I knew how to wake it up." She pauses, then looks toward Cayde. "I don't think I understood what was on it. I just knew there were places...and numbers...and sometimes I saw the same ones next to my parents." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde nods, watching Little Zetha with her hands on the terminal. < Did they know...did something ever happen > he wonders, still examining the screen, but this time, he's looking for her parents' names in particular...to see what locations and numbers they had associated with them. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha watches the younger version of herself at the terminal for a moment longer before her attention shifts back to Cayde. "I don't know..." She says, voice quieter now. "Maybe." The memory around them seems to blur at the edges before settling again, the screen sharpening enough for the entries to become clearer. Her eyes move with his as he searches, catching on two records that feel familiar even before she understands why. "There..." She murmurs. "Those are them." The names are not there, only identification numbers beside Twi'lek classifications, work assignments, and a string of previous stops. Zetha's brow furrows as she leans closer. "Ryloth...Nar Shaddaa..." She reads slowly, then pauses when another entry appears beneath them. "Dantooine." Her gaze shifts across the line before catching on a smaller notation beside it. "Route amended..." She says, almost under her breath. Then her eyes find the added stop. Tenoo. Zetha goes very still. "That wasn't supposed to be there." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Ryloth, Nar Shaddaa, Dantooine...Tenoo. Wait.     < What do you mean > Cayde asks, frowning at the entries. < Tenoo where they left you.... right? > Or did she mean that route hadn't been authorized? 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' "No...like..." Zetha peers harder at the screen. "I think I understand this better now. They weren't originally supposed to go to Tenoo at all...they added it in." She takes a step back and then sighs. "I...I don't want to remember anything else right now. Ship name. A route they took...I..." She looks back towards Cayde with a pained smile. "I think that's enough for this time around, yeah?" It hurts. Because now it made sense. They never went to Tenoo. So the trip was made special. Just for her. To leave her behind. 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''     Cayde nods, and in the blink of an eye, the memory disappears and they're back in the Alisandre, on the bed, hand in hand.     < They didn't want that life for you. >     The life of a slave. 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' "No. They didn't. But that just makes wanting to know what happened to them more important. If they're still alive...I can show them that I made a life for myself." Zetha offers and then looks over to the datapad next to her. "Should probably let Black know that we know more information now...maybe he can do something with it." 

:'''{{#var:143|Cayde Alexis (143)}} has posed:'''      Cayde nods again, then picks up the datapad again and hands it to her. < You can write it now? > 

:'''{{#var:444|Zetha Rumir (444)}} has posed:''' Zetha nods her head. "Yeah. I can write it now." Which she'll work on doing, letting Cayde read over parts to ensure she gets things right. Tweaking it here and there. 
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It Would Be a Club

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It Would Be a Club

Andromeda — Fri, 21 Aug 2026 02:34:38 GMT

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' As soon as Navi and Thaarin leave Zetha's suite, the tall blue skinned man turns to the young Sephi girl and says, "If that Black fellow resurfaces, I want you to notify me and Rykard, immediately." He then pauses, then continues with, "I'll be available via comms - but I do need to review both Zetha and Cayde's testimonies. I'll see you," he says, then turns to leave. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "All right. Take care, Thaarin. If you need to review my testimony again, I'll make it available to you," Navi replies. She had the advantage of having finished hers before they landed on Coruscant, which is starting to feel more and more like a very wise precaution. She turns toward her room, sighing. "Now for that long hydroshower... it's barely afternoon, and I'd swear it's late evening," she murmurs. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' As Navi is heading towards her room, she'll espy Taryn on the far end of the hallway. He hasn't seen her yet, but the way he's walking at a quick page with furrowed brows to... somewhere, might give Navi the heads up that he isn't just taking a leisurely stroll around the Alisandre. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi frowns faintly as she sees Taryn walking at such a pace. "Wonder what's got him in a mood..?" she murmurs, and decides to follow him. Which she does, keeping as quiet as she can while walking normally. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' Navi's footsteps are quiet enough that Taryn doesn't notice. He continues down the hallway, all the way to the lift. The young Sephi girl will be able to see that he's going down the second floor... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Second floor, huh..?" Navi murmurs, and detours for the stairs. "Time for some impromptu cardio." She takes the stairs as quickly as she safely can, knowing Taryn will be out of the turbolift by the time she gets there... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' And he is, indeed out of the lift by the time she arrives. He's standing behind a pillar, peering down at the courtyard. Navi will be able to see who he's spying on - the stunning and wicked Xera Graf. She's sitting at a table down there, looking, for the moment, unpreoccupied. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi finds another pillar, out of Taryn's line of sight, but with a clear line of sight to Xera. Not without some regret, she quietly takes down her twintails and combs them loose with her fingers, to make her silhouette less distinctive, tucking her pigtail clasps into her pockets. Then she settles in to watch The Xera Graf Show... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' She seems serene, just journaling on a datapad. And just for the briefest of moments, it's easy to forget that she's a ruthless woman who bragged constantly about being the Tenoo colony's pocketbook... But then, a well dressed Mon Calamari strolls into the courtyard, and waves at Xera. The woman then smiles and gets up, her sweetness disingenuous but convincing. They exit the hotel, and Taryn, still not having seen Navi, goes to follow discreetly as well... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Now who might you be?" Navi murmurs, watching the Mon Calamari. The sight of Xera's smile makes her heart skip a beat, just like it always does, and she has to force herself to remember that this woman may be eyebrows-deep in a terrible criminal conspiracy spanning at least one star system. She hurries to follow the pair, and the one following them, once more trying to move quickly but discreetly. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' Oh, no. They're getting into a luxury taxi, that's now heading away from the Alisandre. Navi will have to think quickly if she wants to follow. Taryn seems to have disappeared for the time being as well... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Frell..!" She should have considered the possibility that they would take a taxi or some other transportation! Navi hastily looks around for a way to follow them... ...and spies another taxi coming along. Lifting her arm, she steps closer to the traffic lanes and cries, "Ta-XIIIIIIII!!!" 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' The taxi is whizzing past, but the driver happens to see Navi at the very last moment, and screeches to a halt in front of her. A cranky looking Gran leans out. "Where to?" he grunts. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi clambers inside, pointing at the departing luxe cab. "Follow that taxicab," she says as she shuts the door and fastens her seatbelt. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' The Gran gives Navi a suspicious look. "...Jedi business?" he says, as he starts to pull away from the Alisandre. "You better hope they're not going far - I don't like to get involved in things for regular fare..." 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Jedi business. And I'll make sure you get a nice bonus. Just make sure they don't see you trailing them," Navi replies, watching the taxi through the windshield. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' "Hn," the Gran grunts reluctantly, and obeys the young Sephi girl. He pulls into the fast moving traffic heading for downtown Coruscant, tailing the taxi Xera's in from a safe distance. Navi won't be at all surprised when they eventually both arrive at an upscale looking nightclub... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Can you drop me off about a block past them?" Navi asks, sorting through her credit pouch. She makes sure to pay the cranky Gran double what's on the taximeter, and a generous tip, once they're parked. A nightclub... this might take a little ingenuity, Navi thinks. Her colonial clothing would stand out like a beacon in there... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' The Gran pulls up about a block away from the nightclub and then the door pops open. "Good luck," he says dryly. "... You're gonna need it." And then he drives off. The young Sephi girl wouldn't be wrong - everyone going into the nightclub is dressed formally... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "It /would/ be a club..." Navi grumbles, eyeing the queue outside in frustration. She has to step aside as a human female in a waitress's uniform and a civilian jacket hurries past, headed for the rear of the club. And then she watches the waitress jogging to the rear entrance, an idea coming to her... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' The alleyway where the rear entrance is dimly lit, and smells awful. But it's lit enough that Navi won't have a hard time keeping the waitress in her sights. She slips in through a creaky back door that closes too slowly... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi slips in behind her, needing only to give the door a subtle nudge with her shoulder to clear it before it closes... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' But the subtle nudge makes the creaky door even noisier than it normally is! The waitress who slipped in before her suddenly stops, and then turns around slowly. ".... hello?!" Navi will have to be quick if she doesn't want the girl to see her! 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi hastily slips through a side doorway, barely in time to avoid the waitress's startled look. She holds as still as she possibly can until the girl leaves. Only then does she begin her cautious search for a disguise. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' It's going to take some poking around. Most of the boxes are filled with party decor, some of it tasteful, some of it... not so tasteful. The rest are filled with dinnerware that doesn't look like it's been used in decades. But finally she'll come upon a closet with uniforms. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi looks through a sizeable storeroom, riffling through boxes and containers and occasionally blushing at some of the considerably less tasteful party decorations she finds. It's a little while before she finally comes across a closet that holds waitstaff uniforms. She sorts through the outfits, selecting articles that fit her size and measurements. Only when she has a full uniform gathered does she finally undress and put on her disguise. Once she's properly dressed, at least for a waitress, she carefully hides her clothes and gear in a box on top of the closet. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' Well, now it's time to make her way out to the dance floor, where everyone is drinking and indulging their hedonistic desires. Hopefully she doesn't get too much unwanted attention. The music drowns out any other noise she might hear and rattles her chest -- but at least from where she is, she'll have a good vantage point from which to search for Xera. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi filches a tray from a stack beside the kitchen door and steps into the club proper, finding herself on the edge of a dance floor. She begins to circulate about the floor, trying to walk confidently, as if she belongs here, while still avoiding the patrons moving around, whether to the rhythm of the music, or just from place to place. She's quietly grateful for her Jedi and Brotherhood balance and athletic training; it saves her from more than one accidental collision. Now all she needs to do is find Xera Graf... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' It's crowded and there are a lot of sweaty bodies in here. A few people catcall her, but it's loud enough to just ignore it completely without it seeming odd. After several minutes of searching, she'll see the elusive Xera Graf and her Mon Calamari friend slipping into a larger crowd on one of the balconies above her. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Okay, there you are..." Navi murmurs, moving to find a way up onto the balconies. She doubts she'll be able to hear anything the two are saying over the music, but maybe there will be something to see as much as hear. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' But once Navi gets up there, she'll find that she's lost them. They must have been trying to keep a low profile. All around Navi, the club's patrons dance, drink, make lust to each other. Xera had to be here somewhere - there's private rooms lining the hallway. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Bother... that woman sure knows how to disappear," Navi murmurs, and begins to check on the private rooms along the hallway. Maybe there's a way to see inside without being seen... 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' Indeed. There are windows, but they're frosted glass. However, some of the doors do have windows on them, that aren't frosted. They're very small, and won't give Navi much of a look into the room, but at least she'll be able to glimpse the material and color of the satin dress Xera had been wearing earlier. Hopefully no one else in this club is wearing that same dress. But knowing Xera, it's probably custom made so the odds of that are very low... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "There you are..." Navi murmurs, spying a familiar satin dress through one of the tiny door windows. But satin dresses aren't that uncommon. She must be sure... Reaching into the Force, she begins to make small adjustments to its flow between herself and the woman in satin, to peek into her surface thoughts. "Gotcha, Xera," she whispers triumphantly. It's a shame she can't hear a thing from outside the room, though... and not just because no one can hear anything over the pounding music. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' She'll be able to ascertain it's her, alright, but not much else. She's meeting with that Mon Calamari, and he's from some jury counsel organization. But Navi won't be able to discern much else. If only she could find a way in or listen in without them knowing... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "No way I'm getting in there without being seen," Navi muses. Noticing a security camera bubble, she decides to search for the security office and its banks of monitors. It seems likely that there is a camera and mic inside the privacy booths just for the sake of security. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' For whatever reason, the security guard isn't in the room with all the camera feeds. She'll be able to slip in easily. But, the audio isn't on by default. She'll have to figure out how to turn it on... 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Wonder why nobody's home..." Navi murmurs, sneaking into the security office monitor room. Once inside, she finds the wall of monitors, but doesn't find any sound feeds active. "There's got to be a way to make these mics work," she murmurs, studying the console before her. For a minute or two she can only stare at it, but then her hand accidentally brushes a button, and an instant later a mic is activated, sending someone's conversation right into the speakers. Looking at the console displays after touching the button again, she discovers buttons for each camera and its related mic. It's the work of a moment or two to find Xera's private room, and another to touch her button and the sound button. She smirks faintly and leans back in the chair to listen to the conversation. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately, the meeting Xera's hosting with the Mon Calamari appears to be at an end. Yet, at least Navi will be able to see what they're doing just before the Mon Calamari leaves. Xera is paying him -- in cold hard credits, and no small sum either, from the looks of it. It's a full briefcase. "That should be twenty thousand," Xera's saying. "I suppose you could count it now, if you want. But that's a risk that you might regret taking." 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi leans forward to catch the last of the meeting. "Maybe I'd better stay put until they actually leave the room," she murmurs, well aware that any little bit of info might be important. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' "It's fine," The Mon Calamari says, taking the briefcase. "I shouldn't tarry. Well, this has been productive. I'll... not be seeing you, ever again." And he gets up and goes out of the room, disappearing into the thronging crowd outside in the hallway. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "And are you leaving too, Xera?" Navi murmurs. "Or have you got another appointment?" She lingers over the console, eyes on the camera feed, to see the answer to her question. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' It doesn't look like she does. Shortly after the Mon Calamari leaves, Xera gathers herself and exits the room as well, heading for the exit of the posh nightclub. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' Navi turns off the mic and leaves the security office. "I wonder just who that Mon Cal is," she murmurs, looking for the well-dressed alien as she makes her way back toward the kitchen. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' She won't find him, but on her way out, she'll see him hail a taxi, heading straight for the Federal District. Wherever he lived or worked, it was probably near the Alisandre Hotel, and that's telling. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Sure is funny what you can find out during a trip to a rowdy club," Navi muses as she hails a taxicab back to the Alisandre. She quietly wonders if Cayde's many unauthorized solo excursions ever go this well, at least for a moment or two. "Maybe once," she decides, as she climbs into her taxicab. 

:'''{{#var:159|Athena (159)}} has posed:''' She might be surprised to find it's the same Gran who'd taken her earlier. "Long time no see," he grunts. "Looks like you were successful... at least to a degree, since you're alive." And with that, he starts heading back towards the Alisandre. 

:'''{{#var:261|Navi (261)}} has posed:''' "Yeah. You don't have to follow anyone this time, so no bonus. Sorry. But I still tip well," Navi replies as she straps herself in. "Alisandre Hotel, please." 
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