Nim and Trax: In Transit

[GM Craig]

[OOC: At the request of Michelle, I've opened a thread. This takes place during the 24 hr transit to Corellia.]

[Nim Naja]

"Yo," Nim said casually, strolling into Trax's quarters and checking out his load-out. She raised an eyebrow at the jetpack.

[Trax]

Trax turned from the view port he was staring through to Nim when she entered.

"Yo?" he asked, a slightly bemused look on his face.

"Never know when it might come in handy." he answered her unspoken question.

[Nim Naja]

"Like a real Hutt Scout, always prepared?" she smiled, joining him at the viewport.

[Trax]

"Don't know about always," Trax began, leaning against the ship, "but as often and as well as I can be.

What brings you to my little corner?" he asked her.

[Nim Naja]

"Oh, you know. The threat of certain death brings people closer and all that cheese."

[Trax]

"Certain death?"  Trax asked rhetorically.  Not that he minded a little...closeness now and again, but the somber nature of her comment caught him off guard.

"What makes you think you'll be facing the threat of certain death?"

[Nim Naja]

"Wellll.... first, your everything." She stepped back and looked him up and down. "You've been looking grim since the second I showed that image."

[Trax]

Trax shook his head and let out a bit of a chuckle.

"Okay, you got me there."  Trax took a bit of a deeper breath.

"I've had the unfortunate pleasure of running into two dark jedi in the past.  The most recent being when I was a part of the group that hijacked that Imperial prison ship Doha was on."  There was no sarcasm, and no hint of humor in Trax's voice, the man was dead serious, as was the look in his eyes as he looked at Nim.

"The first time my team and I were lucky enough to already be on a shuttle and leaving.  Still, she almost succeeded in thwarting our escape.

The second...that holo image doesn't do them justice.  I won't lie, these jedi, they're beyond dangerous.  But as long as you and the others keep your heads down and do what I say, no arguments, you'll be fine."

[Nim Naja]

Nim leaned back against the ship as well, hands jammed into her pockets and listening intently to his story of the dark jedi. She felt her thoughts being pulled in a different but same direction at the mention of them.

She looked up at his last sentence. "Oh, it'll probably happen, but I'm not the one worried about keeling over."

[Trax]

"It doesn't have to.

There's a good chance you and Doha can get the leaders out.  Of course, if we're also ass-deep in stormtroopers it'll make things a lot more interesting.  But I'm sure the rebels should be able to help you out there.  If they're anything like the KDF on Karvis they'll lay down their lives to protect their leaders."

And apparently their heros, Trax thought remembering what Rand had said back in the room on Avvin station.

[Nim Naja]

She cocked her head to the side and stared at him. ?Again, I?m not worried about it for my sake. I?d happily paint a tree with my brains rather than be turned over. But someone seems to be missing from the 'living' equation. Where the frak is your part in it??

[Trax]

"Someone needs to try and keep Galen occupied so the rest of you have time to get away."  Trax said quite matter of factly.

[Nim Naja]

Although Nim had felt that coming, she was still astonished at his willing sacrifice, and her expression showed it.

"How noble of you," she said with a small, nearly sad smile. There was a "but" in there, a very large one but she recovered quickly. "I wasn't even sure you were a part of the resistance."

[Trax]

"Well, there's something I've never been accused of being before." Trax said, trying to add a little humor, despite the seriousness of the discussion.  He turned to look out the view port, watching the stars streak by as he spoke.

"It's funny, I never saw or considered myself as part of the resistance.  I even turned down a commission that the KDF command offered.  This whole thing started because of my beef with Gratta.  I needed to lay low for a while and happened to be on Karvis when the Imps launched their assault.  The situation offered a target rich environment to vent some anger and plan my next moves.  Helping the KDF was just a way to stick it to the Empire, and in my mind, Gratta as well."  Trax paused for a few moments before turning back to Nim.

"But nobility has nothing to do with me facing Galen, it's a matter of practicality.  I figure I've got the best chance at buying everyone the time to get the leaders to safety."

Trax left out that his best guess was that he could buy maybe half a minute, and that's if he could keep the jedi talking for most of it.  The image of Ch'lana's saber cutting the head off the dark jedi on the prison ship flashed through his mind.  Soon it could be his head flying through the air...

It was strange, the former hunter had never given death any thought before now.  Despite being nearly killed on a number of occasion, actually dying had never crossed his mind.  Granted he'd also never had time to think about it in those situations either.  But now, all he had was time to think, at least for the next 24 hours or so.