Spies, Liars and Love

[Grace Van-Derveld]

Grace's eyes narrowed at the clothes lines passing over them and grumbled under her breath. "And you say I'm flashy."

But she had to concede that her partner was right. They still needed a quick change of clothes to enter the space port after they dumped the speeder. It would be far too hot to hold onto after the clothing thievery they were embarking on.

"All right. Hang on." She pulled back on the handles slowly and eased the speeder upwards, cutting back on the engines. A fall from two stories and going 120 km/h would not be pretty. "Try to not fall. The paperwork's a nightmare."

All jesting aside, Grace hoped that Dasquian's agility was on game today. There was just much that could go wrong with this that it wasn't funny.

[Dasquian Belargic]

Grace had a good handle on the bike and it drifted upwards easily, albeit cautiously. As she manoeuvred the speeder, Dasquian began the delicate process of getting to his feet. Balanced on his toes, with his hands on Grace's shoulders, he steadied himself for a moment before letting go.

They passed by open windows and through one such opening Dasquian saw a family sitting down for a meal together. They had not noticed the man rising outside of their kitchen window nor had they heard, above the noise of their tele-screen, the whirr of the speeder engines. Dasquian tensed, at last tearing his eyes away from them as a piece of fabric began to cover his vision.

Looking up, he saw that they were right under one of the clothes lines. There wasn't any time to pick any choose, so he plucked the closest things within reach – a couple of desert-style robes – and gave Grace a tap on the shoulder.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

Lowering the speeder down to a safer distance above the ground, Grace took a seconds pause to look behind her. Dasquian was holding up the robes like newly reeled in fishes.

She snorted a chuckle but it was drowned out by the hover engines. Her partner quickly changed as Grace scouted out a nice quiet area behind the control tower to park the speeder. There she quickly dressed and the two of them started their way inside the spaceport.

"I really hope this works. If we're made here, we'll have a lot more to worry about then unarmed citizens."

[Dasquian Belargic]

What they were experiencing, in that moment, was the calm before the storm.


Shaking off a crowd off civilians wasn't difficult, but it was a quiet town – the local security forces would be mobilized and on their trail soon, if they hadn't been dispatched already. Dasquian wasn't eager to underestimate whoever was following them and so made sure that their pace was fairly brisk as they approached the spaceport.


Security was mercifully lax. They had docked inside a multi-ship hangar and managed to slip inside without drawing too much attention. Dasquian hung back a few feet behind Grace, on the off chance that 'port security were keeping an eye out for an unfamiliar couple. Once they neared their ship, Dasquian picked up the pace, glancing back over his shoulder as he brought the boarding ramp down.


“Get her prepped and ready to go as fast as you can...” he muttered, looking back towards Grace.

[Grace Van-Derveld]

Without a word, Grace darted inside and ran down the corridor to the cockpit. As soon as the door opened to gain access, she had hopped into the pilot's chair and started the pre-flight calculations.

"We should be ready to go in a minute," she said, yelling down the corridor. "I don't see any sign of security, and if they let us go, their might be an Imperial welcome around orbit."