Serenno Spaceport

Stryfe slipped into the spaceport via a side entrance, and made her way to an impound lot where abandoned and seized starships were held until fines were paid, or until they were sold at a court-sanctioned auction. A crooked impoundsman was a criminal's best friend. When you needed a throw-away ride, he could be counted upon to provide you something spaceworthy at a fraction of the market cost, so long as you didn't mind it being flagged as stolen whenever the real owner turned up and found it missing. If you only needed a ship for a few days, it was a perfect arrangement. By the time the authorities caught up with the ship, you and your crime would be over and gone.

Pausing in front of a rusty old metal shed, she knocked three times. There was a grunt inside, and the door opened a crack, revealing a massive hand. Stryfe dropped a five hundred credit chip into the muscular, hairy paw, and in exchange, the grubby being inside handed her a datacard with 'Docking Bay 3A-9' scribbled on it in charcoal.

The rest of the heist/borrowing was a mere formality, and ten minutes later, she was space-bound in an old rusty YT-700 light freighter.

The commando droid got on comms with someone, then turned back to Janos.
The Count will be coming here, but would like to conduct any business inside his ship.

-9 minutes later-

The Count’s closed-top speeder stopped next to the docking bay, and put stepped the Count. He was slightly miffed that the theif has asked him to come out here, but he didn’t care much.
“Greetings, theif. I have come to you since you are one of the best in your trade. You are Janos Galfridian, correct?”

The Count could sense the disdain which he held the noblity and the Jedi with. He resisted the urge to shake his head, knowing that men like these were hard to come by.
“The job is a difficult one, though I think you should be able to handle it. The target in question is this computer chip, held on the world of Mygeeto in a supposedly impenetrable vault that had been constructed by the banking clan.
He held out a small holoprojector. It lit up, displaying the chip.
“The fact that it is located deep within First Order space has made it impossible for us to collect any recent data. However, the site has remained untouched since the Clone Wars, so I am relatively sure it will not present much of a challenge.
The projector changed to a different slide, showing the construction of the vault. It consisted a central space and four outlying rooms. The central space was circular and had a pillar in the center. In that pillar was the computer chip. Surrounding the central room was a series of sensor pads hooked up to a strange mechanism. Beneath it was a pit that had been excavated to a depth at which metal would melt. The corridors leading to the room were littered with all sorts of defenses, ranging from flamethrowers, Gatling lasers, opening floors, and chemical weapons to blades that would behead you, saws that would rip you to shreads, and rays that instantly melt you.
“The main vault which contains the chip is in the center. The walls, ceilings, and floors are lined with sensors, both inside and out. It is impossible to tunnel directly into the vault without setting off the sensors and dropping the vault into the chasm below it. The hallways leading from the four entrance points to the vault are lined with enough traps to fool a Force Sensative, and the doors require advanced biometric scans that only one of the original core five could access. The complex itself is located under a hundred feet of volcanic rock. However, since you are a master theif I believe you will find a way to solve this.”
He paused for a moment, turning off the hologram. He then pointed to a hangar on which the government seal had been painted on the door.
“Anything and everything you could need for the heist is in there. You will also find a cloaking-equipped ship. The ship is for you to keep, as is 150,000 credits if you bring me back the chip.”