The boy Mannix walked next to her, carrying an unremarkable box filled with remarkable amounts of untraceable credcards. She couldn't tell how he was dealing with the situation, but she imagined it had to be quite a test for him. Even had he been taller, it was obvious he was young. She had argued against bringing him along, but he and the Sith brothers insisted. He had turned into a fine pilot, and spent a lot of time by himself supposedly practicing combat. Still, it made her nervous, which she supposed would only make her fight that much harder if it came to that.
The boy had wanted to wear a robe similar to the ones that the Sith wore at times, but she told him he couldn't because he would look like a Jawa, and it would bring unnecessary attention. He had pouted for a bit about that, but he knew better than to argue the point. He wanted to come along so badly.
They weren't far away now. It had been necessary to park their ship at the second nearest dock because the nearest one was too close. Sootoo the Hutt would have eyes on every approach to her building. The problem wasn't that they didn't want to be seen as much as it was that they wanted to not appear too quickly, which would only make the Hutt more apprehensive than she already likely was.
A nice calm approach would certainly serve their cause best. Having an agent on the inside certainly couldn't hurt either. Already, the information on the facility had proven invaluable in making a quick plan of attack. In fact, it was a very good plan and she was constantly surprised by Trychon's innovative thinking, though she wouldn't tell him that. The aurodium boost had been ingenious and dangerous, though it had bought them nothing but trouble so far.
Actually, when she thought about it she was just as impressed with Raezyr's additions to the plan. It seemed that the older brother would suggest a general tactic, and then the younger of the two would revise it with specifics of how to approach it and attack. It was yet another interesting dynamic between the two of them.
The only issue that she had with their planning was the complete lack of contingent plans. If anything went wrong in the plan, they were simply going to fly by the seats of their pants. Somehow she wasn't comforted by Trychon's assurance that, 'Hey... that's when we're at our best!' before going on with their singular plan.
As they turned the corner to their target, Dianna nearly jumped when she saw a distracted Mannix bump into a very large human male, who instantly agitated. She put her hand on her friend's shoulder and interposed herself in between him and the burly man in an blink. She stopped her body just short of rubbing up against the man, hoping to distract him. She was glad she'd worn something form-fitting and flattering.
"Please don't mind my page, cutie. He's not accustomed to your big... city." She smiled at him while batting her eyes. "That sure is a large... gun belt you have there..." slowly reaching out to run her fingers over what truly was a very large gun belt.
The man seemed taken aback by the smell of her perfume momentarily, but then he grabbed her by the wrist before she could make a move for one of his guns. He pulled her even closer to his own body, to the point where he could nearly feel her clothes create friction against his own. Then he looked down at her and spoke in a guttural slow tone. "What if I demand more than apology?"
Dianna batted her eyes at him again and then glanced down at his midsection while gesturing that he do the same. She looked back up to see his slow recognition of the vibroblade she held to his torso. The grip on her wrist quickly dissipated while the man stammered some comments that seemed to be a mixture between fear and anger. He was clearly confused and embarrassed by the weapon's sudden materialization.
"I'm sorry hun... but I have a bigger date right now. Why don't you go ahead and move along and forget we ever had any sort of run in, mmkay?" She continued to smile while batting her eyes. She didn't look back as Sootoo's building loomed in the distance.
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