"Ready to do this?" Alda asked her partner in crime as the crouched low to the ground under the cloudy night sky.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied with a smirk.

The two nodded to one another and then made a mad dash for the building. They knew of a back way entrance. The only problem was getting there undetected. Luckily, they were extra careful to not be seen. They stayed low and moved fast, being aware of any light nearby that would expose them.

"This is it," Alda said as they got to the small door. The whole warehouse was seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Evander stepped up and used a spare R2 part to hack into the controls. From there, they unlocked the door. The tension skyrocketed as they peeled back the door, not knowing what they'd find. They both let out a huge sigh of relief to find the hallway empty.

"Quick, lets go," Evander said as he closed the door behind them.

The pair moved along the wall, fearfully peering around each corner.

Alda heard a nose behind them and her eyes went wide as the moon they were on.

"What do we do?" She whispered frantically.

Evander looked just as scared and confused,"I don't know!"

Alda finally came back to reality and grabbed his arm, dragging him behind her to a storage closet. They stood just a foot apart, squished among fabric and other pieces of machinery they couldn't see well. With their eyes shut tight and heavily breathing, they waited for the footsteps to pass. Finally, they did.

"Let's go," Evander said. He cautiously opened the door, then burst out with Alda hot on his heels.

"Slow down, you're too loud!" Alda warned. He slowed down enough to humor Alda, though the expression on his face was frustrated and reckless.

They made their way throughout the facility like that for a few more minutes. Here is where the real work would begin.

"Hey, who are you two?" A Zygerrian man with a data pad asked as he approached them angrily.

"We're here for the same reason you are, buddy," Evander said with a surprising amount of swagger.

"Oh yeah? On who's authority?" He sneered, crossing his arms and taking a step closer.

"Issa Molexsta. That's who." Alda said, crossing her arms and keeping a stone cold poker face.

The man glared at then and kept walking.

"Oh Force that was terrifying," Evander said with an exasperated sign.

"Ditto that."

The pair had to keep up the cocky attitude for a long time in order to keep the reputation they were going for. All that was left was to find the Spice Transport.

"That can't be it," Evander said with a puzzled face,"That thing's teeny." They stood before a small civilian transport, allegedly holding the spice.

"Just pick up a crate and bring it on, we can see for ourselves," Alda said. They both got a hover-crate and began pushing it on, pretending they belonged there. Luckily, it was enough to fool everyone. The ship looked completely normal, except for a large secret compartment under the floor. It was raised and everyone was loading it quickly. But something was... off. Alda saw it first.

"Evander? Come look at this..." Alda was standing in front of an open crate, armed with thousands of tiny proton bombs.

His eyes widened as he saw what she was seeing. "They're gonna bomb Corascaunt."

Flint and Jolie were still on alert for anyone who would know something or be able to help them, but they couldn't wander around all night. People would catch on.

"What do you say we dance?" Flint asked with his usual amount of awkwardness as they passed the ball floor, slow music playing in the background.

"Why?" Her eyes never left the crowd she was scanning.

"Because, if we just walk around like weirdos all night, someone will catch onto us. If we're gonna blend in, we have to really blend in," he tried to hide a nervous smile,"Plus, we may as well have fun while we're in this strange place."

Jolie looked at him, puzzled at first, but then thought she was catching on,"I get it! Then we can get up close to people. Good idea, Flint."

She grabbed his hand and jogged over to the floor, then froze,"How do you dance?"

Flint had the same expression,"Um, I'm not sure. Just mimic everyone else I guess?" He hesitantly placed his left hand on her small waist as if she were glass. Then be held her other hand in the air with his right hand. She glanced to the couples around them and did the same, but put her hand in his shoulder. While they danced, Jolie stayed laser focused on the task at hand, never looking at her dance partner. Her gaze remained on the crowd of sketchy people with lots of secrets. The question was, which ones had the secrets they needed?

Flint was doing the same, but knew that if anyone was suspicious, Jolie would sense it long before he did. He couldn't help but look into her eyes, being happy to act a little more normal for a few moments. Not that lavish balls were normal, but certainly more normal then not being able to love.

They were soon interrupted by a transmission from Evander and Alda.

"This is urgent! Can anyone hear?" Alda asked over the crackly comm.

"Not well enough. What's up?" Flint asked, worry slowly creeping onto his face.

"There isn't any spice. It's thousands of proton bombs," Alda said,"I don't know how we're gonna stop this."

"Okay, just stay calm," Flint started,"We'll keep doing some-"

He looked next to him to see that Jolie had vanished.

"Uh, some more searching. We'll keep you posted," Flint hurriedly said before ending the transmission and rushing off to find where the girl had gone.

        He eventually found her by a door that was down a very small, discrete hallway.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly, some aggressiveness in his voice.

"Shush," she snapped. He was speechless as she had her right palm on the metal door, the other by her side. Her left hand was slowly folding into a fist, beads of sweat were forming in her forehead. Her breathing quickened and she grimaced.

"Follow me," she said suddenly, coming out of her trance before quickly scurrying off again.

"Jolie!" Flint jogged to keep up,"Jolie, what are you doing?!"

"Shush or I'll forget the password!" She replied.

"Password to what?!" He snapped at her.

"What did I just tell you!"

He backed off and just followed her. Has she lost her mind?! He thought to himself. He was beginning to notice that most of the time he never knew if she even had a mind to begin with.

Jolie eventually stopped when she had crossed the ballroom and reached the other side. There was another hallway that she ducked into. Flint cautiously followed her, still clueless. She then ducked to her knees to punch in this password she spoke of into a control panel.

"Coast clear?" She asked.

Flint looked around,"Uh, Yeah."

She whipped her head back around and opened the door. They both quickly slipped in and she closed it behind them. It led to a flight of stairs.

"Care to explain?" He asked as they walked up the stairs.

"I got a feeling. This password just called to me, so it must mean something," she dragged her fingertips along the wall,"There's more to this than we know."

"What exactly do you think is happening?" He asked.

"I'm hoping this stair case will tell us." At the top was a holo table, and ten guards surrounding it.

"Hands up!"

"Don't move!"

The four armored guards raised their guns and pointed them at the pair. Flint froze in fear, but Jolie was just waking up. She closed her eyes and moved her hand sideways, as if to swat a fly away. The men froze now too, their guns effortlessly falling to the ground with a loud, hollow crash.

"Get the data chip," Jolie said calmly to Flint from over her shoulder. It was an eerie calm, a terrifying calm. Flint didn't know what to think so he just followed her instructions and ejected the data chip, then slipped it into his pocket.

"Run when I say so," she instructed, slowly backing away from the frozen guards. Flint nodded nervously.

Jolie backed all the way to the door,"Run and hijack a shuttle, quick."

"But what about you?"

"I'll be right there," Jolie responded flatly, all her focus on the guards. Flint took off, looking back one last time, and then booked it for the shuttles. They're driven by Droids. You can beat a droid, he thought to himself, but even he wasn't convinced.

Jolie grimaced as her characteristic headaches started to return. Her head throbbed, she went pale, and started sweating.

"Nice meeting you," she said before dropping them to the ground with a thud and leaping down the flight of stairs, landing with a roll at the bottom.

The guards chased her, firing their guns the entire time. She dodged them as long as she could, but her luck was running out. She burst out the last door and into the ball, using the people to her advantage.

"Stop that girl!"

Never thought of that, she thought to herself, regret flowing over her. She saw at least 15 people abandon their dancing and reach for her. Big, strong hands clawing at her, trying to stop her.

Hope this works. She bent her knees and then extended them, using the Force to rocket into the air and grab onto a massive chandelier. The hundreds of gems on the chandelier chimed in a chaotic rhythm, some taking the plunge towards the ground. Her arms burning, she pushed off and let go, sending her across the vast ballroom and right towards a stained glass window. She covered her face with her forearms, ducked her head, and braced herself. The glass shattered into millions of pieces, s select few of those pieces piercing her skin. She tried to ignore the sharp pain and landed on the fake grass outside, doing a double roll to absorb the impact.

"Jolie!"

She looked to her far right and saw Flint piloting a small civilian shuttle. She gratefully smiled and slid inside.

"We need to get to Corascaunt before they do," she said between heavy breathes.

Alda and Evander called next. Evander's face appeared on the controls,"What's going on? Everyone here is picking up the pace all of a sudden!"

"Jolie just did something, but I still don't know what."

"Of course she did," Evander said flatly.

"I found this," Jolie said as she plugged the data chip in and patched it into both transmissions so everyone could see. A pirate looking woman appeared on the blue hued screen.

"This Moon will no longer stand idly by while the rich corrupt our world! We will not longer tolerate our lazy Senate! We will not stand for this any longer!"

"They're sending a message. They knew that the Republic would find out, so they figured they'd send less capable people if it was a spice operation. It's a cover for the bombs you both found, while also giving the Republic a false sense of understanding. Like we saw, they believe they found the true crime," she didn't seem to notice all the deep cuts on her arms and face, dripping blood slowly with glass shards poking out. She began to pick the tiny pieces out as the hot when the red liquid seeped into her mouth.

"Is the ship flying remotely?" Flint asked.

"Yeah, we were gonna stowaway and try to crack it," Alda added.

"And if that doesn't work?" Flint asked.

"Then you and I will be there," Jolie said definitively, wiping blood from her face, determination and a look of abstract darkness in her eyes.