“A quick in and out, sure.” Aria promised, punching him lightly in the shoulder before she sauntered past him into the ambassador’s office, which was almost as pristine as the hallway outside but for the thin coating of dust that had begun to settle on the desk and windowsill. They’d have to polish that off before they left, just to keep their cover up to snuff. She headed straight for the desk, sliding into the chair as she flicked through the saved holo recordings on the communicator one by one. In an attempt to get out of there as quick as possible, she sat forward and popped open the nearest drawer, rifling through it as she listened to the recordings, occasionally glancing up to make sure she wasn’t missing anything visually important in the holograms. The holocommunicator turned out to be a bust, her impatience growing with each passing second as she flicked more frantically through every drawer and cabinet she could find. Until, at the bottom of a filing cabinet stuffed to the brim with boring trade policies and other political jargon, she discovered a datapad containing a detailed diagram of a nearby facility, the path to the meeting place marked out in bright red, and instructions to the nearest dock. So it was underwater after all (man, Bol was going to LOVE this one...not).

It couldn’t have been longer than five minutes later when she heard the elevator ‘whoosh’ to a stop on their floor, spitting expletives under her breath, Aria fumbled to shut the cabinet and return everything back to the place it had been when she had first entered, looking up as Yerbol spoke out, attempting to come across as innocent and diffuse the confrontation though from the reply the trooper gave they clearly weren’t believing the act in the slightest.
[i]TELL ME YOU’VE GOT SOMETHING!!![/i] Yerbol sounded pretty desperate. Guess it was time to go, then.
Stuffing the datapad into the pocket of her jumpsuit, she yanked one saber out of the sleeve, darting out into the corridor to drop in beside Yerbol just as the troopers began to pepper them with blaster bolts.
[i]I’ve got a datapad, but you ain’t gonna like where it wants us to go![/i] She snorted, slowly inching her way across the gap between the duo and the elevator. At least if they made it that far, they could get to a different floor and hopefully a window they could jump out of...or something. 

She wasn’t really sure how to get them OUT of the embassy per se, but one step at a time. Lose the troopers. As soon as Yerbol ducked in beside her, Aria slammed her hand down on the nearest button, leaning back against the cold metal as the doors slammed shut and the elevator shot off towards the specified floor. 
“Okay...maybe this was a bad idea.” she admitted, realising that there would probably be an armed ‘escort’ waiting for them by the time the doors opened again. Hey, they could always hope the security force wouldn’t know which floor they were headed to, right? 

Well, it wasn’t troopers waiting for them when the doors opened at least. She never thought she’d say this, but she wished it HAD been Republic soldiers. Tall (but then again, EVERYONE was [i]karkin[/i] taller than her….Yerbol certainly could have looked them in the eye, if their eyes had been visible through the visors), imposing figures decked out in jet black armour from head to toe, formed a barricade between Aria and Yerbol and the only way out. Most held vibroblades at the ready, but a few nearer to the back had rifles trained on the pair, ready to fire at a simple command. 
“So, the little womp rats aren’t dead after all! What a surprise!” the barricade of Ubese parting to allow the five foot eight man to step forward. He had always dressed more extravagantly than some of the other Council members the few glimpses she had caught of him during training sessions, but the delicate silver stitching that embroidered the sleeves and torso of his charcoal grey tunic was even more flashy than usual, even for Lord Bracknell. A half-length black cloak hung from his narrow shoulders, standing out in stark contrast to his short-cropped straw blonde hair. Sharp eyes framed by heavy brows studied the duo with a cold and calculated gaze.

She shot a frantic look at Yerbol, fumbling for her sabers again, but before they could be activated, they flew from Aria’s grasp right into the man’s outstretched hand. Yerbol’s lightsaber followed soon after, and they were discarded into the charge of one of the black-suited troopers. Aria squared her jaw, standing up to attention as she met his gaze.
“Lord Bracknell.”

Then Bracknell’s voice echoed in her mind, the sinister edge it bore making the hairs on the back of Aria’s neck stand on end in apprehension.
[i]Daddy’s not here to save you now, is he, Aria?[/i]