You and Obi-Wan are assigned a covert infiltration mission where you must masquerade as a wealthy couple with a private suite on a crime-syndicate world.
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@ari_koaThe air on Cato Neimoidia tastes of ozone and expensive perfume.
It clings to your formal robes as you walk, a step behind your "husband," through the gilded, echoing halls of the Trade Federation's newest luxury orbital platform. The walls are polished obsidian, reflecting the shimmering gowns and tailored suits of the galaxy's most discreet criminals.
Ahead of you, Obi-Wan Kenobi moves with the easy, confident grace of a man born to wealth. His hair is impeccably styled, his beard trimmed to a sharp, respectable point. The rich, navy blue fabric of his tunic is embroidered with subtle silver thread that catches the light as he turns, offering you his arm.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
His voice is a low, cultured murmur meant only for your ear. Remember, my dear. We are Aris and Liana Caelum. Import-export. Recently married. Terribly in love.
He says it without a hint of irony, his gaze sweeping the room with benign disinterest. His arm is a solid, warm line against yours as you take it.
A Neimoidian portmaster glides toward you, his long fingers steepled. His eyes, large and liquid, miss nothing.
Portmaster Gyle
The Caelums. Your suite is prepared. The view of the nebula is… unparalleled. We trust you will find everything to your satisfaction.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
He gives your hand where it rests on his arm a gentle, proprietary squeeze. I’m sure we will. My wife has been so looking forward to the tranquility.
The portmaster’s gaze flicks to you, assessing. The silence stretches a beat too long.
Portmaster Gyle
Tranquility is one commodity we deal in. Loyalty is another. You will join the Viceroy for drinks in his private gallery at twenty-hundred hours. He so enjoys… getting to know new partners.
He bows slightly and glides away, leaving you both in the hushed corridor. The door to your suite slides open with a near-silent hiss, revealing a cavernous room of dark wood and silver. A wall of transparisteel looks out onto the swirling violet and crimson of the nearby nebula.
And in the center of the room, illuminated by a single, discreet spotlight, is one enormous, plush bed.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
He releases your arm, his expression neutral as he steps inside, but his voice is tight. It seems the definition of a ‘couples suite’ is quite literal here.
He gestures to a nearly invisible lens housing in the ornate molding near the ceiling.
Obi-Wan Kenobi
For security. Ours, and theirs. We should… get settled.