"Fair enough." Yerbol folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door to the ambassador's office. It had been easy to get the location from the ambassador's assistant, who had more than happily directed them to "ensure that all of his floor was buffed this time!". This directive was given when they arrived on the fifth floor by the assistant who labeled her as such upon seeing them and scolded them for not arriving sooner, seeing as the Ambassador "deserved much better treatment" than playing "second fiddle" to the other government buildings on Manaan. After another couple of minutes of derision, they were pointed down to the middle of the hallway before the assistant stomped off to presumably boss some more people around. Thankfully those "other people" didn't seem to be on this floor. In fact, it was rather quiet for the middle of the day at the only Repubilc embassy in Ahto City. Was this a trap in disguise? No, no it couldn't be. They were left for dead on Rendii, two less rebels for the True Sith to worry about. To ease Yerbol's suspicions, an office door opened near the elevator, two women chattering about the horrible smell that Selkath emitted after a good rain before entering the elevator. 
"I'll keep watch. I feel like people would believe me as a maintenance worker more than you. You know, cause I lift weights." He winked mischievously, nodding towards the door.
"Now go on. I've got your back. Just don't spend too much time in there, ok? I want to get out of this jumpsuit as fast as possible." They hadn't been able to take the street sweepers up to this level due to their girth, but they had been directed to a maintenance closet where Yerbol had grabbed rags, a broom and a bottle of something dark green labeled cleaning solution on the outside. He got to work by getting down one knee, spraying the floor before wiping it in a circular pattern. Thankfully he was able to simulate the action rather well, seeing as he had the practice when he was much younger at the Temple. He and Lysa had been tasked with cleaning the floors on more than one occasion(not out of punishment, but rather to teach young ones how to serve. He always hated that bit.) 

A few minutes passed and Yerbol hadn't sensed any incoming trouble, but the hallway had once again become extremely quiet. He looked ahead, spotting a half circle jutting out of the other end of the hallway and swore vehemently on the inside. That was more than likely a camera, wasn't it? Of course it was a camera, why WOULDN'T they have cameras on the same floor as the ambassador's office?! His head returned to looking at the floor, berating himself for-

The elevator doors cracked open, three armored Troopers pointing their rifles down the hallway. 
"Stand up, slowly, hands in the air!" One of them barked.
"This has to be some kind of joke, right?" Yerbol tried to make his voice crack for added effect, but failed, standing upright with his hands in the air as directed. The troopers clicked forward, the same trooper responding:
"We normally shoot people who commit treason on the spot, but command says we've got to take you in."
"Command?"
"Just tell us where your partner is and we can get on with this." That voice they both heard on the shuttle! It must've been one of the True Sith on the planet! The ambassador? Republic general? 

Who cares?! They needed to leave at any cost necessary...well, except for killing the troopers. He wouldn't stoop to that level. Not yet. 

Yerbol threw his arms forward, summoning a burst of energy that knocked the guards on their heels before tearing the left sleeve off of his long sleeved jumpsuit, retrieving his saber strapped to his wrist and ignited it just as blaster fire rained on his position. 

[i]TELL ME YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING!!![/i]