Nim and Trax: Visit from Major Antilles

[GM Craig]

It is early afternoon the day after the feast. Nim and Trax had a very nice brunch provided by the chefs of the palace, and enjoyed a bubble bath together (well, more Nim than Trax) when the com panel indicates a waiting message. Nim activates the panel, and sees a message from Major Antilles, wishing you meet with you an inquiring when a convenient time is. You book it for early afternoon, and at the appointed time, the door chime sounds. Major Tibbero is there, a warm smile on his face.

"Thank you for seeing me. May I come in?"

You let him in. He enters the room and smiles at you. "I trust you have been enjoying the hospitality of the palace. If you desire anything, please let the staff know. Now, I am here in a similar capacity. The Queen and the Prince Consort wish to offer you a gift or boon as reward for your actions on their behalf. I am here on their behalf to learn what they might do for or give you as a mark of their gratitude. Now, I am aware that some discussions in that respect have already taken place, and if that is still your desire, I can  work out the details and arrangements now."

[Trax]

"Um, yeah." Trax began.

"Look, I honestly didn't expect this." The man waved his hands up indicating the room, the palace, everything.

"I was feeling a little...out of place, over asking for some credits to replace equipment.  There's already an offer to replace my arm, and get Rand up and walking again, among other things.  And now you come asking what else they can do for us.  I don't think I have any right to ask, let alone expect anything else."

[GM Craig]

He smiles. "This is not about a right, or expectation, at least on your part. The Queen and Prince Consort view replacing a limb lost in service to them as expected - they would do that for anyone who made such a sacrifice on their behalf. From their perspective, a new arm discharges an obligation. They seek to reward you beyond that, if you will let them."

[Trax]

Trax looked at Nim.

AI for Buzz?

[Nim Naja]

Nim seemed to brighten at Trax's suggestion.

"Garm and I were unable to fix my droid from the shot he took rescuing the senators. I'm not sure where or what Garm did with Buzz but I assume he left him here somewhere. As the little guy is the true hero of the rebellion I would appreciate having him fixed."

Zhe paused a second, wondering how to phrase it. "Beyond that request.. I'd like for the little guy to finally have a true AI. Although I don't know the expense for such a thing."

[GM Craig]

The major raises an eyebrow. "I can certainly look into it. I'll speak to the Senator about the droid."

[Nim Naja]

"Okay. I assume you're here to discuss the whole ah, regenerator thing too?"

She looked to Trax. "I'd like to go through with it, if Trax will accept the new arm."

[Trax]

Trax had begun to smile when Nim spoke aloud her acceptance of the use of a neural regenerator but the smile quickly faded and his eyes narrowed slightly when she laid out her terms of that acceptance.

He knew she had said it out of the best of intentions but he didn't care for ultimatums in principle. That and he still really hadn't decided what he'd do about he arm. It appeared he'd be getting a new one.

"Guess I'm getting a new arm." He said to them both but kept his gaze locked on Nim.

Alright, you want to play that game? Trax turned to the major.

"Seeing as your people have given up lethal firearms, I'd be interested in seeing what you have in the way of personal armor or even shields.

And a meeting needs to be arranged between Nim and whoever is going to be putting together the Alliance's intelligence network."

[GM Craig]

The Major looks thoughtful. "While I am not directly connected with the Alliance, I do know it is in the very early formative steps. I do not believe there is anyone in charge of intelligence yet. However, I will mention your desire to the Prince Consort. As for the medical procedures, I will make the arrangements. I'll presume you wish to stay at the palace, unless you tell me otherwise. Ms. Naja: as I understand it, your procedure and recovery will be several weeks in duration and involve some physical limitations. I strongly recommend staying in the palace, as you will likely be much more comfortable while you recover. And I will speak Senator Bel-Iblis and look into what we can do about giving Buzz an AI." He looks to Trax. "I will arrange a demonstration and fitting for protective equipment, likely tomorrow."

He takes a breath. "Now, is there anything else the Queen can do for you?"

[Nim Naja]

Nim's brows raised and she briefly looked back to Trax, cocking her head to the side. What are you doing?

Then back to the guest. "I suppose I will stay in the palace then. I'd like someone to go over the whole thing with me prior. Otherwise I believe that's all. Thank you for meeting with us, Major, and relaying our requests."

She smiles and bows slightly.

[Nim Naja]

Ooc: assuming he has nothing further...

As soon as the Major left Nim wheeled around and trained a pale azure stare on Trax.

"What was that?"

[Trax]

"I'm sure there is," Trax began replying to the major's inquiry regarding what more the Queen could do.

"But I can't think of anything more."  And haven't we asked for enough already?

Trax couldn't wrap his mind around the offer.  It was so out of place he had no idea what else to ask for.  He gave the major a nod when the man left and then turned to Nim, his look as serious as hers.

"Could ask you the same thing.  You'll accept if I accept a new arm?  Who do you think you are giving me an ultimatum like that?!" Trax's serious look cracked as a small smile appeared.

[Nim Naja]

Nim looked aghast. "Apples and oranges! Proxy gave you a spare repulsor, your arm was just a temp... What you're doing is giving them false hope when we're turning tail and heading to your bestie Ploovo..."

A hand rubbed her temple and she moved t o drop like dead weight into a heavily cushioned love seat.

[Trax]

"The 'temp' arm works well enough." Trax said as he followed Nim and watched her drop onto the love seat.  The man knelt down on one knee in front of the woman, reaching out with his right hand to gently stroke her cheek.

"I'd give my good arm if it'd help you," he continued softly.  "So I'd obviously give my bad one if that's what it takes for you to accept what they can do for you.  Just couldn't miss the opportunity to give you a bit of grief." he smiled playfully for a few seconds.

"As for Pluvoo, we're not going after him.

I've been thinking about it, a lot.  In less than a half hour you found significant details about the contracts that were out on Niil and myself.  With a call, you got us clearance to land on Corellia.

You can do so much good for them, with them," Trax motioned towards the door indicating the Alliance.

"I'm a lot of things, but I'd like to think selfish isn't one of them.  With all your talents, your connections, it'd be selfish to ask you to focus your efforts on Pluvoo for me when you can do so much more.  Pluvoo will wait, I will wait.  They need you now, and I know how much their cause means to you.  Besides, the more help they can get, the quicker they can help the people on Karvis."

[Nim Naja]

Nim stared pale orbs at him again, her lips moving as if trying to formulate words. Aghast turned to total disbelief to perhaps finally acceptance (if still a bit skeptical) if Trax was reading her right.

“I need to know which god brought you to me, as I certainly don't deserve it.”

As the woman shook her head the shimmer in her eyes belied the tears that had formed.