Nim Naja: Interviews

[GM Craig]

[OOC: I'm presuming the two of you are unarmed.]

It is a little disorienting. Due to the orientation of the two ships, gravity changes as you move from your ship to the bulk freighter.

Inside are four males and two females. Most are human, but one of the males is a Gran and one of the females is a Twi'lek and the other one a Rodian. All are armed with small sidearms.

It is a little difficult to get a read on the aliens, but the humans are both curious and nervous. They are not comfortable with this situation, and are ready to fight for their lives.

Doha waits patiently, his arms spread out from his body a little and saying nothing.

One of the human males comes forward with a small handheld scanner and passes it over Doha. "He's clean." He them moves to you and scans you. "She's clean."

The one doing the scanning steps back, and the female Twi'lek steps forward. She looks Doha over. They start to have a conversation that on the surface seems to be idle small talk, but Nim can read Doha, and a lot of information is passing between them. They slowly relax as the seconds tick by.

After a couple of minutes, she asks about you.

"Who's this?"

"A friend. She's good. Not part of the program, but seems to be program-curious."

The Twi'lek looks Nim over, and offers a hand. "I am Yespari. Pleased to meet you."

It is hard to get a read on her. Non-human cultures make mis-reading nonverbal cues difficult, but she seems to be as nervous as the others.

[Nim Naja]

Nim gave Yespari a warm smile and gracefully accepted the handshake. "And you. Please, call me Astrid."


Yet another name, but it was assumed that everyone present was doing the same.

[GM Craig]

Apparently satisfied, Yespari turns to Doha. "Ok, what's all this about, Doha? You caused a panic all through the network, and maybe exposed half a dozen cells to arrange this meeting. It better be good."

Doha frowns. "I know, but it's important. I have information that suggests Grey Wolf has been compromised. An Imperial Agent may have gotten very close to him. Nim here has information that Agent Starkiller was on Bespin and freed the Senator from a gang of thugs."

Yespari's blue skin goes pale. "No... that's not possible..." She looks like she's been gaffed with a fish hook. "The Senator was on Bespin, but he was saved from the thugs by the Jedi Galen Marek! He's a Jedi! He can't be an Imperial plant... Wyrren, they're all on their way to Coruscant right now for a meeting! The big three are coming together to discuss an alliance!"

She turns and takes a few steps away, looking stunned.

"How sure are you?"

[Nim Naja]

Nim knew just how disastrous it would be if the information was wrong or misleading, but what she had was far too compelling. "I haven't personally verified it, but it came from a reliable source, so I am pretty sure. Do you know what Marek looks like? Could you recognize him in a photo?"

[GM Craig]

The Twi'lek nods. "Yeah, I've seen him."

[Nim Naja]

"Alright. May I?" She pointed to her wristcomp, waiting for dissent before diving into it to pull up the image she had from Bespin. Since it appeared as a normal band she didn't want to spook anyone into shooting her.


"The whole Jedi thing is far beyond me, but I've not heard of any of the 'good guys' doing this for their finishing moves."

[GM Craig]

She looks at the image for several seconds in complete shock.

After a moment, she takes a deep breath. "That's Galen Marek all right." Wish shaking hands she pulls a cigarillo out of a pack and lights it. She takes a deep breath, holds it, and releases a cloud of smoke.

"That tears it. We're crinked." She looks at Doha. "Wyrren, we've got to try and stop them. All three of them will be at Chatham House signing the treaty."

She hits a comlink. "Spyder! Set course for Corellia. Now!"

Turning to you and Doha she says, "We'll never make it in this clunker, but we've got to try. If you're not coming with us, you better get back to your ship."

[Nim Naja]

She kept the image up for a moment longer. "I urge caution though. While I don't think the image itself was faked, the whole thing might be some way of discrediting this Marek too. The witness vanished so it'd be practically impossible to follow up on it."

[GM Craig]

"Thanks for the perspective, but it's too risky to ignore. If Galen is Starkiller, then the whole Alliance might die before it gets out of the gate. You coming with us, or not?"

[Nim Naja]

"I'm going where my peeps are going," she hastily replied and then turned to Wyrren. "Listen, you gotta tell our buddy something, and fast, or he'll totally flip out once this ship starts up." She all but grabbed his own comlink and shoved it at his hands, clearly indicating Trax.
"Yespari, run and talk with me, I've got another image you could use." Nim started pulling up the extra info on Juno Eclipse as she made her way back to the airlock with or without Doha. She wouldn't be able to force him to return so there was no point in waiting.

[GM Craig]

Yespari shakes her head. "Haven't seen that one." You get to the airlock, while Doha yells into a comlink.

Yespari grabs the airlock controls when Doha grabs her hand. "Yespari, you're never going to make it in this tub. Take who you need and come with us. I'm sure we can talk Trax into a side-trip. They're good folks, working with the resistance on Karvis. I had thought to invite them to the Alliance once the treaty was signed."

Yespari looks from Doha to you and back to Doha. Then she yells, "Mix! Gammon! Rieesha! Grab your kit, you're coming with me!"

Yespari looks to Doha. "Wyrren, we're desperate. Bargain what you need to, but get us that ship." She runs down the corridor as the rest of her crew scatter.

Doha looks at you, and shrugs. "This is too important. Back me up with tall, dark and gritty, will you?"

He pops the hatch and jumps through.