"Everyone up!" Alda yelled as she ran down the hall, banging in each door, much louder than usual. "The Council needs to talk to us ASAP!"

The last part is what actually made everyone get up and get out of their rooms. Everyone walked out and to the main area, still in their pajamas. Once everyone was huddled around the Holo-Table, Alda patched in the transmission.

"Good morning, young Jedi. An important and time sensitive task, we have for you," Master Yoda said. "Received the report of the crash landing, we did," he chuckled,"A good coincidence this is. Your mission is to get intel about an illegal spice cartel. Republic Spies have traced an important passage to the very moon you're on,"Master Windu entered the flickering, blue image,"There is a Ball being held for the governors of the moon tonight, along with their other staff... and friends. They are believed to be using this occasion to distract public police forces in order to pass through safely. It's supposed to be their biggest shipment of spice to date."

"So we have to go undercover at this ball? Or actually go follow the spice?" Alda asked. Everyone stared at the screen, not sure which one to hope for more. They both seemed equally unpleasant.

"Both. A pair undercover, and a pair to oversee the passing of the spice," Yoda replied.

"Don't worry though, we will send you plenty of details now," Mace reassured.

"Crucial, this is. Counting on you, we are," Yoda said seriously.

"Well no pressure," Evander grumbled under his breathe.

Yoda chuckled quietly and Mace cocked an eyebrow. "Good luck." Then the transmission cut out.

"Okay, question. How exactly are four Padawan failures supposed to do this Jedi Knight caliber task?!" Flint asked in a panic.

"Honestly, I don't know. But if they think we can do it, then chances are, we can," Alda said.

"Guys, this Ball is tonight. Whoever is going undercover need to get some appropriate clothes," Jolie said, bringing everyone back to focus.

"She's right," Evander said, leaning back, looking stoic as ever.

"I think Evander and I should go to the Spice transport. We have more experience with combat and survival. Flint, you're incredibly knowledgeable and will blend in well with the crowd at this Ball," Alda said "Ball" as if it were a nasty word,"Jolie, you're very calming and hopefully you can use the Force to get some more depth to the situation," Alda explained.

Evander got up and started walking to the cockpit,"I'll start heading to the richy-city across the planet then."

Flint still looked like he was about to puke. Even a youngling could sense the fear in him.

"It'll be fine. We've all got this," Jolie said with a smile.

Flint took a deep breathe and nodded,"Yeah. We've got this."

        The metropolitan area was comprised of exactly what you'd expect; rich commoners blowing all their money on lavish commodities to show off to their friends. The store was no different, in terms of price tag. It was ridiculous.

"Thank goodness the Republic is paying for this," Flint remarked as he and Jolie walked through the store.

"Is this really considered clothing?" Jolie asked as she held up a strappy dress that would barely surpassed her mid-second.

Flint's face went red and he just shook his head in disgust. They got a lot of stares, which was expected. Flint was at least dressed like most normal class people in the Galaxy. Though, this clashes with the wealthy trappings of everyone on this side of the moon.

Jolie on the other end was dressed like your typical Jedi. Dark tan, shortsleeved undershirt with a dark brown tunic over. She had leggings that went down to her knees and ankle boots. To top it all off, she had traditional wraps around her forearms.

"Did any of your research pay off?" Jolie asked.

"Sort of. Everything I could find was mismatching colors, at least a little bit of shininess, and either very long or very short," he replied as he took a strange looking suit off the rack. It was a dark blue shirt with a metallic collar, along with a subtly striped black and blue suit with matching pants. The crowning jewel; a white scarf.

Jolie couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Flint looked at it in pain,"I cannot believe I have to wear this."

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure what I have in store is just as bad."

Sure enough, it was. She grabbed an extremely long dress that was head to toe in sequins. They were in a gradient pattern, gold at the top and teal at the bottom. She held it up to her body and saw it was shorter in the front then the sides and back. There was also a long, dark pink cape.

"We'd better try these monstrosities on," she said.

Flint frowned and nodded. They went their respective ways to try stuff on.

While Jolie and Flint were exploring new horizons and preparing to act like civilized, rich partygoers, Alda and Evander were making a plan.

"What if we try and sneak into a transport near the South entrance?" Evander asked, pointing to the holomap of the warehouse.

"That could work as a plan B. But I think our best bet is going through the sewers and sneaking around from then," she pressed a button on the table that highlighted the sewer system in yellow,"Hopefully Jolie and Flint will be able to find some intel we can use to validate our being there."

Evander nodded,"Sounds like a plan. So let's say we make it into the warehouse and into the main hanagar where the spice is, then what? Do we just get evidence of it?"

Alda thought for a minute,"Honestly, I don't know. Our instructions were pretty unclear. I think if we have an opportunity to stop this load from going through, we take it. Otherwise, we get data and plant a tracker on the ship."

"That'll at least be enough," Evander shrugged and smirked,"For a few Jedi failures."

Alda chuckled,"That'll have to be good enough."

The time had come. Alda and Evander changed into brown toned clothes, armed with blasters under their coats. They had all their intel from the Republic Spies downloaded on their wrist-comms and a set plan. Though, they knew it would most likely be scraped once they actually got into the thick of it.

"I still don't understand why we have to do this," Evander grumbled as he and Alda sat in the cockpit.

"We're the only ones close enough to intercept the shipment," Alda replied,"You wanted adventure? Here it is."

        Jolie and Flint were walking side by side down the walkway towards the fancy shuttle all the party goers were taking. They had been given passes to get on, thanks to the Republic Senate.

"I don't know how people walk with these death traps," Jolie said with annoyance as she held her hands out to her sides so she didn't fall.

"Here," Flint said as he held his elbow out.

She held onto it with one hand, the other still outstretched to her side. "Will anyone notice if I take these off?" Jolie asked quietly.

Flint chuckled,"Most likely. But I have an idea," he looked around them,"Follow me." He pulled Jolie aside with him into a small alley way. "Let me see your shoes," he said as he subtly got his saber out.

Jolie curiously handed him the shoes, grateful to have her balance back. He ignited his emerald blade and sliced the heel off of the shoe, leaving a stiff bottom.

Jolie smiled, took them back, and put them on. It was still weird, but not as bad.

"Shall we, milady?" Flint asked with an exaggerated accent and an outstretched arm.

Jolie laughed and looped her arm around his. In her mind it was to blend in with the other high-class couples.

With that, they boarded the shuttle to the Ball. All senses on high alert, and ready to report their findings.

        Evander and Alda were anxiously awaiting some much needed intel from Flint and Jolie. They would need at least a high profile name to throw in the faces of anyone who tried to stop them.

"I'm going crazy just waiting around," Alda said, fiddling with a hair tie on her lap.

Evander swiveled his chair to face her. "Do you wanna go over the plan again?"

She sighed,"No, I know that well enough. What if they got caught?"

"They didn't, I'm sure."

"We both know Flint is a nervous wreck when it comes to these things. And we don't even know how Jolie gets," concern and mild panic crept across her face.

"They haven't been in there long. Besides, Flint can pull it together when he needs to," he replied, trying his best to be comforting.

Alda leaned back and stared at the stars through the glass ceiling,"Yeah, I know."

"They'll call any minute."

        Flint elbowed Jolie and subtly gestured to an overweight Zygerrian man cackling with some buddies by the bar. Jolie closed her eyes and focused on the Force signatures, sensing nothing to be concerned about from the man. But she did sense something strong from the woman he was talking to. A tall, blue, twi'lek woman.

"The woman he's talking to," Jolie said quietly,"We need to find out who she is."

"How?" He looked completely lost.

Jolie thought for a moment, then saw the man leave her and few other woman by the bar. "Follow my lead."

Jolie strode over, the atrocious dark pink cape flowing elegantly behind her. Flint kept reminding himself to breathe and to trust her, so he followed.

"Good evening, we are interns for the Governor, who as you know is hosting tonight. We're simply going around getting feedback for future Balls," Jolie said with an incredibly innocent smile, her hands clasped together behind her back.

The women looked over, and a human spoke,"Well, I will say, the decor is slightly underwhelming. Might I suggest more holographic banners?"

"That is a great idea. I'll see to it that he knows right away. We'd also like to offer you complimentary gifts for your cooperation and help on behalf of the Governor. Might we take your names down?" Jolie asked, still with a sweet smile and tone.

The twi'lek looked slightly nervous, but joined in with the other women who appeared legitimately excited. Each said their name, no questions asked, except the twi'lek. She tried to walk away until the human woman grabbed her arm gently,"Dara, what's wrong?"

Dara looked over with wide eyes,"Uh, I'll be right back." She frantically walked off.

"Uh, if you'll excuse me," Jolie said. She started after Dara as she elbowed Flint to keep him aware. Flint stayed for a few more moments to distract them.

Meanwhile, Jolie was speed walking after Dara through the crowd. Suddenly she felt a tap on her should and sensed Flint walking behind her. She didn't stop. "She knows something, and her mind is weak. If we play this right we can get lots of intel."

"Right, but how do you plan on doing that?" He asked.

Dara ducked into the ladies room. "Girls tell girls stuff," Jolie said with a smirk as she followed her inside.

Flint stood outside the door, speechless. Did Jolie just imply what I think she did? He thought to himself. No, she'd never force anything. He quickly realized he was zoning out, and awkwardly standing in front of a ladies room wasn't helping.

He made his way across the hall, bringing up his wrist-Comm. "Hey, I think Jolie's about to make a breakthrough."

"We're ready," Alda replied.

"If she's doing that, what exactly are you doing?" Evander asked.

"Um, not going into a ladies bathroom," Flint said,"Long story."

        "Why did you run off?" Jolie asked flatly as Dara exited her stall.

Dara looked around her, terrified.

"I just need to know if there's anything fishy to report to the Governor." Jolie's face was stone cold.

"Um, no the Ball is great," Dara said, taking a few steps forward.

Jolie stepped to the side to block the door,"So, nothing fishy? Nothing at all? Because trust me, law enforcement won't  be as nice as me." Her eyes bore into Dara's like lasers.

"W-What do you know?" She asked, trying to stand tall and confidently. Nothing fooled Jolie, though.

"Nothing. And that's why you're going to help me," she crossed her arms and took a step forward,"Who's the head of the spice operation?"

Dara's eyes darted from side to side, looking for a way out. She was cornered. "The Commodore, Issa Molexsta." Her voice was shaky and soft.

Jolie looked into her eyes, seeing the eyes of someone scared, but not a liar. "Where is it going?"

"Corasaunt."

Jolie tried to hide her astonishment and panic. "Thank you. Enjoy the party."

Dara hurried off with Jolie right behind her. She scanned the crowd for Flint. Seeing him, she got on her comm as she jogged over.

"The Head honcho is the Commodore, Issa Molexsta. The spice is going to  Corascaunt, so look for a disguised shuttle of sorts and lots of fuel."

"Perfect, thanks Jolie," Alda said.

"Wish us luck," Evander added.

"May the Force be with you."