{Also this song is amazing, like probably top ten for me}

After he finished his beer he led me to parking bay 300 and to my surprise was a... two thousand model. They were the newest in a line of extremely expensive ships that, to say the least, were reserved for royalty.

"Where'd you get a ship like this?" I asked, he just smiled and pressed a button on his Magna-screen. Feeling for my own Magna-screen I remembered that they'd confiscated it on the ship. Cursing under my breath over the lost brand new model that I had spent nearly 400 credits on. "Well since you won't tell me I'm gonna assume you stole it."

"Well, it's no easy feat but I'm sure you would know something about stealing ships," he smirked. I raised my eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Mister Nosy." I had expected him to let Della have a background check run on me but I had no clue she was able to dig that deep into government files.

"Well first of all my names, Oliver Toil, but that's Captain Toil to you." He started walking up the ramp then turned back to me. "You better wire me those 1,500 credits." Oliver studied my closely almost like he was trying to read my thoughts.

"About that, I may have lost my Magna-screen"

"You don't have to lie, Star Charlotte Beckett. You can just use Bianca's." Who Bianca have I had no clue but assumed it was his girlfriend. I followed up the ramp to find him standing in a large bay area where huge crates were crammed inside. Had the news of my robbery already gotten out?

"What's all this, oh wait I know," I stepped over to one and lifted up the wooden lid. "Exactly like I thought, smuggled goods." I gave him a smirk that rivaled his own. Inside hundreds of various things were wrapped carefully.

"Hey, a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do." He shrugged his shoulders then began walking down the hallway that went down the middle of the ship. "Bianca's probably in her room, where did you say you were going Star?"

"The Claire Casino, California province." I still had no clue who my buyer was, but they had promised me nearly 200,000 credits. Who could refuse that much? I knew I couldn't.

"Ahh, and why is that?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Oliver," He scowled his brown eyes shown with anger and... was that a dash of love in them? "Anyway, where's this Bianca girl?"

"First of all first door to your left," He directed his finger to the left hallway then set his hand down. "Second she's not some girl. She's my sister and she is incredibly sensitive so I would appreciate it if you were kind to her." Ahh... so did that mean he was single?

"Will do," I gave him my best salute. "How long will it take to get there, it is extremely imperative that I get there soon."

"About two hours, that is if you pay me." He walks down the hall leaving me in the room full of stolen goods. I walk slowly dragging my aching feet. My slightly too big boots were hardly helping and I desperately wished I was home where my bunny slippers were. The first door on left as I'd predicted was wide open.

Inside a girl, maybe thirteen was seated on the floor watching something on her Magna-screen. It was a newer model and her earpiece was nearly the same one I'd stolen two days ago. I seriously doubted this was actually his sister since she was considerably darker than his skin and hair tone alike. Her eyes were completely identical to his but other than that they seemed complete opposites.

"Who are you?" She asked. She was wearing an oversized shirt and synthetic tights. She switched her earpiece off.

"Uhh, I'm Star. Your brother said I could borrow your Magna-screen." I took the bag with the crown off of my shoulder but still grasped it tightly in my palm.

"Did he seriously get another girlfriend." She whispered under her breath.

"Sorry, he's just taking me too the California province." She shook her head of short black hair.

"That's what they all say. Anyway, you can borrow it, as long as you don't try and use my credit account." She handed the pink screen over. I booted up the credit account and signed into mine. Checking my balance I was happy to find I still had the 500,000 credits sitting untouched. I wired 1,500 to an account called 'PRIVATE682j" I recognized the code as half of the identification number on the ship. I signed out of my account and handed it back to a wide-eyed Bianca.

"They're never this rich. Oliver always just brings home scum."

"Excuse me?" I had assumed Captain Oliver Toil was a bit of a flirt but she was hinting he could be a little more than that.

"Wait you're not a prostitute?" Did I look that bad? I looked down at my sweaty clothes, maybe she was right to assume that.

"Umm no. Do have a bathroom?" I asked sharply. Looking taken aback Bianca pointed across the hall. I left the heavily pink bedroom and walked into a stark metal bathroom. There was a single mirror over a stark clean sink basin. I grimaced at the sight of my twisted and unruly dark brown hair. That was a usual problem with having long curly hair though. I found a brush in one of the drawers and took the liberty of brushing out the knots in it. Once I was done I splashed some water on my heavily freckled face. My pale skin was sporting several bruises on my arms. I needed a change of clothes desperately and the shirt I'd been wearing was extremely dirty. I looked down at my jeans to find they were even dirtier. I huffed and walked back into Bianca's room. Luckily I was a tiny petite person and maybe I could swindle a couple outfits from her.

"Wow, you look a lot less like a prostitute now." She remarked sassily. Bianca was on her bed now reading a comic.

"Very funny, do you by any chance have something I can change into. I have a very important well umm meeting in the Americas." She set down the book and looked up at me.

"Really? I don't even know your name, why would I let you borrow my clothes?" She asked narrowing her eyes at me.

"How about I tell you about me, then can I borrow something?" I pleaded.

"Ehh sounds good to me."

"I'm Star, I was born in the border between New America and the wastelands, and I am an extremely skilled thief," She nodded almost like this story was nothing new to her. "Now can I look to see if anything you own will fit me?" Only a few parts of that was a lie. 

"Of course not, nothing I own will fit you, but you can borrow something from Della's wardrobe." his droid a wardrobe?

"Why in the world does your brother's droid have a wardrobe?" She put a finger to her lips.

"First rule while you're here, never ever call her a droid." Why in the world? Noticing my confused expression she continued, "Della was the name of his best friend, she uh died a few years ago." Bianca looked at the floor sadly.

"So basically your brother is insane?" She shook her head shushing me.

"Well okay sort of, he was only eighteen when she died, and he hasn't really gotten over her yet."

"So what you're saying is that he kept all her clothes and named a droid after her." Bianca shrugged.

"Would you like to see all her stuff?" I nodded and she hopped off her bed and led me down the hall and two doors down was a plain metal door. "I'm not really supposed to go in here but I don't think he'd mind since you're pretty." I kind of hoped that Oliver wouldn't get mad, and since I had just met him I still didn't know if he would kill someone over a borrowed outfit. Inside there was barely any furniture except for a charging port and a huge wooden wardrobe. Bianca hopped over to it and pulled the doors open. I let out a small gasp at the dresses that filled it.

"Jeez was she a fashionista or what?" I blurt out, Bianca nodded in agreement. Now to pick something out. We pulled out dress after dress. Although this Della girl was dead I could appreciate her sense of style. All the dresses were modern and designer. To my dismay, I found that some of the dresses were new. 

"How about this one?" Bianca pulled out a black one that came with a silver belt. It wasn't very long and it had flowy sleeves and a deep v-neck. "It would look really good on you!" I could tell that she was a bit of a fashionista herself. "Could I do your makeup too? Ooh, I'm so excited." I suppose I would need to look fancy for this or else I could be spotted for the criminal I was. I had done handoffs at this casino before and if I wanted to blend in I better be spruced up a bit.

"Of course." She smiled brightly and led me back to the bathroom where she grabbed a chair.

"Okay you can put that dress on I'm gonna go get my makeup." She closed the door behind her and I looked in the mirror. I couldn't believe that she already trusted me, it was quite the mistake on her part as I had already memorized their credit account and stealing a bit of their money was now in my near future. I slid off my sweaty clothing, after smelling my armpits and dug around in the drawer I had found the brush in and found an antiperspirant spray. Sighing with relief I sprayed it on then slid the dress on.

I smiled at how good it looked. It hugged my delicate curves and the silver belt cinched in my waist. I was glad I had remembered to shave my legs before I had left for grand theft. Speaking of the crown I picked up the bag off the floor to check its contents. Sure enough, the gold crown was still there. Sighing I set it on the back of the chair.

"You done in there? It's Bianca."

"Yup," She opened the door and immediately squealed. "What is it?" I asked I wasn't sure if she thought it looked good or if she was terrified of how ugly I was.

"You look amazing, now to get started on your face." I sat still for the second time that day as she applied dozens of makeup supplies onto my face. When she finished I looked up and couldn't help but feel pretty.

Bianca had pulled my hair into a bun. She had done my eyeliner and coated my lips with a red lipstick. She left my freckles untouched, but she had put on a lot of mascara.

"Ladies?" Oliver's voice came from down the hall.

"In here idiot," Bianca said applying a bit of blush on my cheeks. He peeked behind the corner and his green eyes grew so large I could hardly believe it.

"W-where did you get that dress?" He stammered. Bianca gave me a bit of a terrified look. I located my blaster under my pants and was prepared to reach for it. 

So what do you think will happen? Find out next Saturday! Don't forget favorite and comment what you think!