Last time Kara was on Etti IV, she'd been out on a different bounty and bagged herself a Czerka Executive. That was years ago now and the planet really had... no it had stayed pretty much the same. Skyscrapers and decadence amidst arids stripped down regions that were once most likely beautiful natural landscapes. Kara let out a long disappointing sigh and turned towards her partner for the day, "You think I look fat in this?" she asked him as she slightly arched her back to better accentuate her growing bosom. Like any man, Crix still had no idea and for some reason Kara wasn't going to spell it out to him either, but the snugness of this Czerka uniform did make her a bit insecure.
Her contact had acquired them the uniforms. That was the perk of being a Fixer in the Bounty Hunter's Guild and the boss of an intergalactic crime family. This is that while she had -quite adequately- managed to take Crix' measure, she had also simply passed on the measurements she had always had herself. Let's just say those measurements weren't quite realistic considering her condition now, with fuller breasts and the results of early morning cravings for junkfood and pickles.
"Nevermind," Kara handed Crix a personav that was already coupled to her own, "this has my location and our exfil," which was Crix' own ship, which she had conveniently left a tracker on. "You gotta pretend to be an office drone, alright?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow, "So no charming smiles and no flirting with the secretaries." Kara, jealous? Never. She just liked things to be professional, that's all. She had heard from the Troig Eccle'baal that Crix apparently behaved like a true 'professional' doing work for him, so he could do the same for her, too. Wasn't too much to ask to pretend to be a boring office drone that simply works to get back to his family at night, or was it?
"Just let me slice into the data fortress," she lowered both her eyebrows as she took the port scanner from her pocket and showed it to him. It really did look just like an ordinary datapad. She would probably need access to an executive's personal computer or be able to slice right into the server room to get the information they needed.
-ding-
The elevator doors opened to the lobby of Czerka Galactic Headquarters.
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