New Arm, Signing up and Sundries

[GM Craig]

So, is Trax going ahead with the new arm? it's a relatively simple procedure that would be completed while Nim was undergoing regeneration and physio.

Also, is Trax going to sign on to the Alliance?

[Trax]

Yeah, Trax will go ahead with the new arm.  It was a condition of Nim agreeing to the regen.

As for signing on, as long as the term can be used very loosely then yes.

Like on Karvis, he has no desire to be a part of any official structure, but if it's a condition of him being there he'll accept whatever position places him directly, and only, under Nim's command.  The 'he goes where she goes' is pretty non-negotiable.

[GM Craig]

[OK, IC.]

The new arm is amazing. If Trax didn't know better, it would feel like the real thing. Hairs, each linked to a nerve impulse generator. Skin that's warm to the touch, pressure feedback sensors, and the whole works. This is high-end cybernetics, no doubt. Not just functional. The only indication that the arm is not real is the seam where flesh and prosthetic meet, and you only see that with your sleeve off.

It took some time - several days in micro-neurosurgery with a small army of droids connecting nerve endings, but in the end it's painless, and aesthetically and functionally indistinguishable. The colour is steady (won't change if you get a tan) but they gave you some colour toning instructions, equipment and supplies in case you get some sun, or lack of same and need to bring them into balance. You could even go funky - there's instructions for a starfield pattern for example - if you wanted to shot it off like a tattoo or something.

[Trax]

Trax was a little overwhelmed at the effort that was put into his new arm.  All he'd expected was something that would pass as real on a cursory glance.  This was so far beyond those expectations.  He chuckled to himself as he read the instructions about coloring or tatooing the arm.  Better not let Nim read those, who knows what wild plans she'd have for it.  Still, something to hide the seam might not be so bad...

He wanted to say thank you in person so he'd contacted the Major in an attempt to meet with Organa and the others.  It was probably about time to discuss his possible future in their Alliance.

[GM Craig]

You make some inquiries, and are told the Queen and Prince Consort are far too busy at the moment. Bel-Iblis and Mothma are no longer on the planet. However, you do manage to get a meeting with some Major going by the name Frayus. When you enter his office, you see an older man of Alderaanian descent, but wearing a grey uniform with the Phoenix patch on the shoulder.

"Trax." He rises and offers a hand. "I'm told you wished to discuss something? I'll ask you to be brief - things have been moving quickly, and there is much that needs to be done."

[Trax]

Trax shook the man's hand.

"Then it's a good thing I don't do long winded," he quipped before quickly getting to the topics at hand.

"I was hoping to personally thank the Queen and Organa for the new arm.  It's far beyond what I expected, or needed.  I know, showing their thanks and all that but still...above and beyond what was necessary."

[GM Craig]

The major nods. "I understand, but I'm afraid the best I can do it pass along a message. With the declaration of rebellion being broadcast all over the galaxy, they are being kept extremely busy. I'm afraid they simply cannot spare the time. I'm sure you understand."

[Trax]

"Understand or not, if that's how it is then that's how it is.

The other thing I wanted to sort out was my place in things.  I want to be placed under the direct command of Nim Naja."

[GM Craig]

He raises an eyebrow. "I though you had already been retained by her as a contractor, but I get the feeling that you mean more than that. Are you asking to join the Alliance, Mr. Trax?"

[Trax]

There was a look of surprise that flashed briefly on Trax's face.  This was news to him.

"Guess I need to have a chat with a certain woman.  For now at least, the arrangement as you've stated works for me.  Sorry if I wasted your time Major."

Trax almost began to turn to leave but stopped.

"Oh, and it's just Trax.  No 'Mister'."