Tyrrazapon had his drink. A couple of them, actually, then headed back to his quarters to look at the datacard. He tried not to think about Anya and Kal in Kal's quarters, but it was like trying not to think about a pink bantha, right after someone tells you not to think about one.
He sat down at the terminal in his quarters and plugged in the datacard. He began reading and it wasn't long before the comm at the door chimed. Tyr looked at the door for a moment, wondering who it was that would be here to see him. The door chimed again.
He stood up and moved over punched the comm panel next to the door, "Who is it?"
"Who else would it be?" came Anya's voice across the speaker. He could just imagine her rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest. He activated the controls and the door whooshed open.
Sure enough, her pose matched Tyr's imagination to a tee. She then pushed past him and plopped herself down on Tyr's bed. She stretched out and put her hands behind her head. Tyr tried not to watch as she wriggled around a bit, getting comfortable. "So?" she asked.
"So... what?"
She rolled her eyes again and exhaled loudly. "So what did you find out on this Tasa Key'lyar chick?"
"Oh... that. Not much really. She lives in a run down tenament. Security isn't that tight. A few days planning and we should be able to come up with a plan to get us in and out without anyone the wiser," Tyrrazapon told her.
"Hell with that," Anya said, rolling on to her side and propping her head on one hand.
"What do you mean?"
"We want to get noticed, right?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Then let's just bust in there and do it. If someone calls security, all the better," she said matter of factly.
Tyr thought about it for a minute before he spoke. "You're right. Let's do it. She's a waitress at a tap caf... should be working tonight. We don't want to look like we want to get caught, so we'll wait until she gets home, then bust in," he said, leaning back in his chair.
Anya got up and walked over to the console and leaned across Tyr to get a better look at the terminal screen. "That her, then?"
Tyr let his eyes scan Anya's body before looking at the picture of the tan female Bothan on the screen. "Yeah that's her... Say," he said, switching subjects, "out of curiosity, did you and Kal..."
Anya straitened up and put her hands on her his. "Ew! That smarmy nerf-herder? You've got to be kidding me. All I did was put him in our pocket, Tyr."
"Uh... yeah. That's what I thought," Tyr said, trying to recover. "It's just that you're so frackin' good that it's hard to tell sometimes." He leaned back and grinned at her.
"I'm gonna go change," she said and walked over to the door. She activated the switch and the door slid open. "Tyr, if I get serious about a guy... you'll know," she said over her shoulder, and with a small smile she stepped out, the door closing behind her.
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