All: Departure

[Collan]

As they approached, Collan seemed to be searching in his duster for something.

[Trax]

Trax winced as Nim jabbed him in the side.  Fine.

With one arm around Nim to help keep her up and his duffel bag in the other hand he raised the bag slightly and gave a bit of a 'sorry, hands are full, can't shake', shrug as he looked at the two men.  He had no reason to trust Collan and hoped Niil's trust in the man wouldn't come back to haunt him.  As for Niil, Trax was disappointed in how they were parting, but the path Niil had chosen made the man far too uncomfortable.  It might not have been obvious but Trax did consider him something of a friend, and he felt Niil's new path meant an end to that.

"Yeah, um...you too." he half mumbled.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil dropped his hand at Trax's half-subtle avoidance of a hand-shake, but failed to completely hide his amusement at Nim's not-so-subtle elbow in the man's side.  "Trax . . . wait.  You and I've been through too much crap together to part company on a bad note.  You've saved my ass more times than I can count, and I'd like to think that I covered your six a few times as well.  For whatever it's worth, I shouldn't have blown up on you a week ago.  You didn't deserve that drek."

[Collan]

[ooc: assuming the conversation takes it natural course with Nim]

It was about that time that Collan finished fighting with whatever had been in the coat. His hands now held a small datapad.

"Trax," he began, "Nim told me about Ploovo, so I made something for you," Collan held out the datapad to Trax, "You can use it however you want but this is everything I could remember about the Malkia Syndicate. The gangsters and Imps forget slaves have ears and memories too. You can try to get the Malkias to do your dirty work for you or use this as a bargaining chip to but off Ploovo."

[GM Craig]

[OOC: If Trax accepts the datapad, he has a one-time-only 5D skill in Streetwise-Malka Crime Syndicate, which may prove useful in any number of ways.]

[Nim Naja]

Nim listens to both of the Jedi speak, accepting the datapad on Trax's behalf. He was a little busy carrying their gear and holding her up.


ooc: not opening it, just holding

[Trax]

Trax eyed the datapad as Nim accepted it. Even on the off chance there was something of use, he'd be damned if he'd go asking for help and be indebted to the Malkias.

But it was Niil's words that really caught his attention. He looked at the man a few moments as if considering something. Finally he gave a nod.

"Maybe I didn't, maybe I did." He said with a shrug. It was he closest he'd go to admitting that he probably deserved at least some of it.

"Problem is, as much as we've watched each other's backs and butted heads before, seriously or not, our ideologies have become...radically different.  That doesn't bode well for any future endeavours."

[Niil Spaar]

Niil shrugged with the hint of a grin.  "Perhaps so, perhaps not.  I've never believed that everything has to be written in Mandalorian iron.  If we do meet in the future . . . and I think we will . . . let's see what happens then."  Niil looked up at the Rogue Shadow's cockpit as he heard the engines come to life, and gave Trax and Nim a thumbs-up.  "I guess that's our cue."  He shot Nim a wink, and said, "It was a pleasure meeting you and talking with you, 'Nim Smiley-Face'.  You two look out for each other, all right?"

[Collan]

Collan said, "Nim...see you on the flip side." He gave her a mock salute.

"Trax...if you can arrange so the Malkias and Ploovo just annihilate each other...no one would cry any tears," he gave the big man a wink, "Just be careful if you do give the Malkias Ploovo as a target. They are involved with Imps quite a bit. The governor was there not unoften."

[GM Craig]

[OOC: I'll lock this thread in 7 days if there is no activity.]

[Nim Naja]

As Niil held out his hand Nim slapped a datacard into it. "For the road," she smirked (although more at Smiley Face than the card), then repeated Collan's mock salute to them.

[Niil Spaar]

Niil took the card, but he eyed Nim with a grin and shook his head.  "Sure, keep me in suspense until we hit hyperspace," he muttered.  He went to secure it in his pocket, but stopped short, looked at it again, and back at Nim.  With a chuckle, he stuffed in his pocket.  "All right, all right, for the road.  Yup.  Thanks, Nim!"

Okay, what the hell is on this?  She must be having a field day with me right now . . .

[Nim Naja]

"Sure thing. Enjoy." Her lips just stayed in a wide shit-eating grin. He should have worn the brown pants, she thought.