Nim and Trax: Drinks with Doha

[Nim Naja]

"Well kark me, you have been busy. No wonder you have the brass ones to walk up into Bem's office." If the surprise wasn't evident by her tone, it certainly would be in her expression. "These days I just find the problems and leave the rest up to the pros. Like you."

[Trax]

Trax couldn't help but smile a little.  Thinking of everything, they had been busy.  And what he'd just listed off wasn't even all inclusive.

"Idle hands and all that." he replied as the lift doors opened to their floor. 

"And brass had nothing to do with Bem's office, I honestly didn't know things were that serious." Trax continued before stepping out first and glancing around before making way for the others.  If there was anyone looking to cause trouble, he wanted to be the target.

[Nim Naja]

"Sure, be all modest," she smiled and followed behind.

[Trax]

Trax hadn't really thought about modesty, he just didn't like to brag.

"Never saw much purpose in bragging, just draws more attention to oneself.  And I think we can both agree I've drawn plenty already."

Trax stopped at the door to their room.  He knew he hadn't been gone that long, but it was long enough if someone had been watching.  Standing just far enough into the doorway that he would be able to see inside the room, one hand dropped to just beside his blaster while he opened the door with the other.

[GM Craig]

The room seems clear.

[Trax]

Trax moved into the room straight towards the comm panel and began punching in the number.

"Name?" he asked Doha, referring to his earlier request for a name that Trax could offer the contact so they would know Doha was with them.

[GM Craig]

He glances around, as if he's having second thoughts. A moment later he frowns but says, "I guess there's no option. Use Rexan Lee. They'll know I'm here."

[Trax]

"Nothing better than I can think of anyway.

What's a reasonable amount of time you'd expect them need before we could meet?"

[GM Craig]

"There's... ah, there's a local cell in system. They might route us through them. Dangerous, for the local cell, but they might."

[Nim Naja]

"I still like Tobias," Nim smiled and made herself comfortable on a couch or seat, pulling out her datapad. Trax was still waiting for word from Bem; maybe he'd sent it all to her instead,which probably would have been wise.

[Trax]

A questioning look momentarily crossed Trax's face.  Tobias?  But it was of little importance so with almost a shrug he reached for the comm panel, pausing just before touching it.

"For what it's worth, I hope we're wrong." he said to Doha and then entered the number.

[Nim Naja]

"Does Rand or Mariah have any bug-finding gadgets?" Nim asked without looking up from her datapad. "Did Bem send you anything yet? Looking to see if he sent it to me for reasons."

[Trax]

"Not sure.

I haven't seen anything from him yet." Trax replied to Nim.

"I know I'm being a little extra cautious, and you are too, but no one knows we're here.  And even if they did, Bem is sending a few options so they'd either have to luck out on what I decide, or find a way to cover each target."

[Nim Naja]

"Good point."


She looked up to Wyrren for a second. "Hey, that name, should I look up that one? Any other ones? While we're here and waiting an all."

[GM Craig]

Doha shakes his head. "The name's a one-use code. There's folks with that name out there in the galaxy, not they're no connection to my organization."

Trax pulls up the hypercom interface, sets up the payment and makes the call.

A few seconds later, you here a now familiar Sullustan voice. <Galactic Gastronome Emporium, Nien Niuv speaking. How can I help you?>