"Hello, this is Bidd Husha and welcome back from that commercial break. As you can see, we're still replaying the holo of heiress Nilly Bulio as she left Coruscant for her father's funeral on Corellia. Whoopie!" "Are you ok Bidd?" The Zeerian commentator's wife, Zlata said over the intercom. "Hells no!" He said in exasperation. "This is supposed to be a news show, and what are we covering? Some slutty Corellian bimbo who has made a career of embarrassing herself and her family. Why can't we be covering this psycho Jedi that got freed from custody under the nose of Luke Skywalker himself? Now that's an interesting story." "Yeah, true." Bidd's co-host Zar Ugrael said. "But unfortunately, there has been nothing new on that front. And what's wrong with covering slutty Corellian bimbos who have made a career of embarrassing themselves and their families? As a single male, I want to know what they're up to." "And the fact that you've had sex with little Miss Bulio can help explain your infatuation with her." Zlata said with a small laugh. "True, true." The tall Ungeran said with pride. "But she's a nice girl, though." "Maybe. And it's nice of you to join us. Why are you so late?" Bidd asked. "The police are still stopping everyone searching for this fallen Jedi, Menzie Arall and her helper." Zar stopped what he saying as he stared at the holo of Nilly Bulio and her two bodyguards. Zar slowly raised his hand, like a child in class. "Can anyone here tell me why none of you have noticed that this is not Nilly Bulio?" "What do you mean?" Zlata asked as her husband suddenly perked up at Bidd's revelation. "Looks like her to me." "No. The real Nilly Bulio is about twenty pounds heavier than this little lovely little lady." To prove his point, Zar brings up a holo of the young woman's arrival on Coruscant one week ago. And suddenly, Bidd was interested. "Zlata dear? Give me that one shot we had of her, the only one that showed her face." "You got it." The scene changed to the woman and her two bodyguards exiting the building and waltzing down the stairs. When she got to the bottom, the camera zoomed in on her face for an fraction of a second. That's when Bidd paused it. "Can someone up there bring up the facial recognition software that security uses?" Husha asked, now very curious. After several seconds, Zlata came back on. "I love this program. Of the two and a half trillion people on Coruscant, we have a total of two hundred sixty three possible matches." "let's cut that down then, shall we? Cross reference that with people who are wanted by the security forces." "We have three my dear." The shows director said almost immediately. "Zunter Poole, Hedria Urintin, and our run away Jedi." "Ah, Zunter Poole is dead." Zar said from his side of the table. "Coruscant's most infamous transvestite tried to blackmail the wrong man it would seem. He was killed by crime lord Samber Woorliir." "Are they sure he did it?" Zlata asked. "Zunter had a lot of people who would want to kill him." "The cops had to pry his fingers from Zunter's throat." "Oh. Ok." Zlata chuckled. "Let's see, Hedria Urintin was spotted on Nar Shadda two days ago, meeting with some criminal girlfriends. So that means we're calling the police right now. Tell them to go check out Bulio's hotel room. The Bulio family yacht left three hours ago, so it looks like they got away." "And in lavish style too." Zar added. "What do you want to bet that yacht never gets to Corellia?" All heads turned to Bidd as he began to laugh. "Now those ladies have some big stones Zar!" He stated to his associate. "They didn't sneak off Coruscant on some damned freighter! They waltzed off with the entire galaxy watching them, in one of the most expensive yachts ever made."