"Oh you know they're always wrong about stuff like that." I nonchalantly said. Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really says the chronic liar and professional criminal," I shot him a look. "Besides it's not like I'm gonna send the police on you." He shrugged his shoulders, his green eyes twinkled. The sight distracted me and I looked around the room. On one wall was an unmade queen-sized bed a dresser next to it. The walls were brushed metal and only a pinup picture hung over the bed.

"Really because if I'm correct you're no better than me," Rolling his eyes he went to sit down on the bed. "Do you really wanna know that bad?' I had pretty much just met him, why did he need to know my life story?

"Not really you just seem like an interesting person, like who names their kid Star?" I frowned but still tried to get the lipstick from smearing.

"I really have no clue." My parents had been a bit odd not gonna lie but they had good reason to name their kid star.

"Well I do," Okay where is he going with this. "Your last name is Beckett, isn't the inventor of the most efficient space travel pod have the same name?"

"You would be correct." Did he have to bring that up? It's not like my uncle was actually part of the family.

"But Sam Beckett isn't your father," I shook my head. We didn't even look the same. "So who is?"

"You are getting extremely nosy here mister toil." I spit. What was his deal with finding out my entire past?

"Well we'll be there in a few and if you wouldn't mind I should probably change into something fancier if I'm supposed to pass as your guard." He had scooted over to the other side of the bed where he was rummaging through the dresser.

"Who said anything about passing as my guard, if you didn't know I am fully capable of taking care of myself," He grinned. "But if you insist I'll leave."

"Sounds good to me, blue or black tie?" He held up the two and I shrugged. "You're not helping Star, I think I'll go with black." I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me huffing. What right did he have to ask questions like that? We had just met and now he was trying to... to know my entire awful life! It made me furious. Bianca stepped out of her room.

"Jeez what'd he do to you?" I frowned narrowing my eyes. "Okay, he obviously overstepped some sort of boundary but you have to forgive him he doesn't really interact with people other than me and prostitutes." Tilting my head. Oliver was completely insane. One minute he was acting like he was in love with the dead robot girl and the next he spent all his money on whores?

"Oliver is quite the nutty guy." I simply said, there really wasn't much else to say.

"You could say that. I think you're almost there." She was fidgeting with her hair.

"Oh okay, well it was nice to meet you, Bianca, I think you'd make an amazing makeup artist by the way." I smiled at her and I could tell she needed it. I remember being her age, and unsurprisingly it was one of the worst years of my life.

"Thanks, Star, see you after your done. Take care of my troublesome brother for me." I nodded saluting her. She saluted back grinning ear to ear. She turned around and went back to her room the door closing behind her. Any person of her age I'd met were complete jerks and how nice she was almost made me feel bad about the shit I was about to pull on them.

Walking into the bay area I felt perfect, well I would in a few seconds anyway. I walked to the nearest crate and popped it open taking a Magna-screen out. Now I could trace the tracking number back to here leading the police to Captain Toil who was probably some sort of criminal along with the smuggling. It was always good to have information to give the police for your release. Of course, I could always just shoot them, that worked too. Hearing footsteps down the hall I pocketed the magna screen in the velvet bag. Oliver came out looking dapper in a white button-up shirt with black pants. His black tie expertly tied.

"So how do I look?" He asked. As if he needed any confirmation of his good looks.

"You look like every other man on this god-forsaken planet, you ready?" Oliver nodded his brown hair bobbing slowly.

"As ready as I'll ever be to spend a night drinking with you." I rolled my eyes. We had just met like three hours ago, this was hardly appropriate behavior.

"Well with that mindset I think we'll do fine." He nodded as I felt the ship hit the landing port with a thud. I looked at him his green eyes looked almost emerald in the low light. He took out his Magna-screen, pressed a button and the bay door opened to another kind of trouble.

A\N:

Ooh, what'd you think? I know this chapter is almost half of a regular chapter but that's because of a super long one coming up! Comment your thoughts and don't forget to favorite! As always I respond to every comment so if you have any questions I'd love to hear them :)