Nim and Trax: First Meetings

[Trax]

Having nothing to hide from Sair, as he'd probably find out anyway, Trax posed a question to Nim.

"How did you know about the 'unfortunate situation'?  You didn't even know who we were coming to see."

The spec left out that he didn't know anything about it.  But now knowing that she was a Lorrrdian, the nearly imperceptible body movements and expressions that he was making were probably glaringly obvious to her likely gave that away.

[Nim Naja]

"Mmm.. same as how he knew I was Lorrdian. Rumors, mostly. I've seen some of his work, but not had any done myself. It's good stuff, so, people talk."


She looked around for any signs. "Do you know if I can smoke in here?"

[Trax]

Trax gave a bit of a shrug.

"Dunno, never wanted to." he replied to her question about smoking.

The spec moved to a wall, leaned up against it and folded his arms.

"While we wait, and seeing as you probably know most of my secrets, anything I should know about you if we're going to be system hopping together?"

[Nim Naja]

She wrinkled her nose, deciding to wait to light up, though not happily.


"Not really," she replied, taking up a spot on the wall next to him. "I've mostly stayed out of trouble, pretty sure I've nothing on me right now. I have a legitimate investigator's license, though I try not to use it for most things since everything is trackable."


"Hmm. My bag you're carrying is pretty important. The cases aren't fragile by any means but just try not to get it blown up. Or left on a taxi. And I might cry if something happens to my chrono."


She lifted her wrist to show it to him.


"I do some slicing but usually I'll just hire out if the job is big enough. Think I'm better with people than machines, anyway."

[Trax]

"I'm impressed.  With what you do I figured you'd have pissed at least one or two people off.  I'm sure there's a lot of people who don't appreciate having their secrets exposed."

He glanced at the woman's wrist

"A gift from someone special?"

[Nim Naja]

"Oh I?m sure there?s a few PO?d people out there. But I generally don't do business with those predisposed or known to kiss and tell." She smiled and shrugged. "It can be rewarding, especially when I can do better than any authority. I don't live by any bounty hunter code, but most acquisitions are scum anyway. Murderers, rapists. Batterers. Deadbeat or cheating echuta. Sometimes all the above.?

?I'm careful with corporate crap, sometimes the acquisitions are clients or associates. Imperials, however, can just plain suck it."

[Trax]

Trax wanted to comment that those are the kind that tend to carry grudges and will go to the extreme to get their revenge.  But it sounded like the infochant had managed to keep her nose clean.  Or at least keep her anonymity.  That would make traveling easier as he was the only one with a target on his back.

"Not a fan of the machine?"

[Nim Naja]

"Not particularly."


She seemed reluctant to discuss it where they were currently located.

[Trax]

"That makes two of us." Trax replied, noting the woman's reluctance and let the subject go.

[GM Craig]

A few minutes later, the viewscreen activates, and you see your new credentials displayed. The hologram winks back into existence.

"I trust these are satisfactory?"

[OOC: In-game, you don't get a choice of new name. It's part of how he does it. But as GM, I'll let you guys pick your cover identities.]

[Trax]

Trax looked over the details on the screen.

"Top notch as always Sair." the spec commented.

[Nim Naja]

"Oh! I like it. Almost like I picked it myself."

[GM Craig]

[]

You take turns paying the fees, and a panel slides open on a side console. An imprinting device ejects your new identification.

"A pleasure doing business with you. And Ms. Naja, I will be in touch if I ever find myself in the market for an inforchant. Good day to you."

With that, the screen shuts off and the hologram winks out of existence. The previously immobile droid activates. "Good day, gentle beings. May I show you out?" He gently but firmly escorts you to the hatch, and in short order you find yourself in the maintenance passage.

[Actions?]

[Nim Naja]

"Not too shabby," Nim exclaimed, handing Trax her new ID to look at. "Certainly could have done worse."

[Trax]

Trax slipped his new IDs into his pocket and looked at Nim's.  Kasari Kata, interesting choice.  The spec was definitely impressed, but Sair had a reputation so he expected nothing less.

"No matter who I do business with," he began, returning the woman's ID and giving her a smile.

"I like to think I only deal with the best."

[OOC: Craig, if I could have gotten the neural whip this far without issue then can we consider it on my person?  The next stop would be to Trax's arms dealer to try and sell it.]