Atrivis Sector

[Nim Naja]

Her expression brightened even more. “A major congratulations are in order for sure. We’d like to help rebuild and recover from the occupation. Would you be able to point us in the right direction?”

[GM Craig]

He looks at Nim quizzically, with a half smile. "Oh yeah? Who is we?"

[Nim Naja]

Nim could almost feel the dockmaster pressing for more. While reluctant to speak details with just anyone, she'd rather not start off on a bad foot. "The Rebel Alliance."

[GM Craig]

"The people that broadcast that manifesto that sparked all this? Hoo boy, do I know some guys want to speak with you! They're set up in the old governor's mansion. I can get you are ride if you need it."

[Trax]

"Any chance you can just hook us up with our own transportation?" Trax asked. The man was a little uncomfortable hopping into a vehicle under someone else's control.

[GM Craig]

The dockmaster scrunches up his face, like he's trying to decide if he is confused or offended. "Well, I suppose you can rent a speeder instead."

[Nim Naja]

"Contributing to the economy," Nim smiled. "It's appreciated but we'll rent a speeder."

Ooc: Still unsure on buzz, could we get his stats including the battery life for various modules?

[GM Craig]

"Right, fair enough. Come this way."

Nim spends a few minutes approving the contract and such. While she does that, Trax watches the street filled with revellers. These folks are certainly celebrating.

A couple of minutes later, the dockmaster walks you outside and hands you the passkey for a speeder. "Straight down the road here, take the third right, and the place you're looking for will be in the middle of the third block on your left."

[Trax]

Trax took the key from the dockmaster.

"Perfect, thanks."

The man turned to Nim.

"If we're going to meet those in charge we should grab our stuff from the ship."

[OOC: Would Trax's armour protect him from the cold?]

[GM Craig]

[OOC: it's not specifically designed for thermal protection. It's better than nothing, but don't expect to be out in the cold for very long without some extra protection.]

[Nim Naja]

"Sure," she replied, turning to do just that.

[Nim Naja]

"Right, listen," she started as they went back inside the ship. "Whatever that was back there? You can't be doing that kind of thing without warning me. Body language is, as I'm sure you know now, extremely important in communication. And I can't communicate effectively if you're making aggressive moves like that. To a lot of people you'd look like some shabuir or even a chauvinist. And I look weak by doing nothing about it. Not the look we're going for in negotiations."

[Trax]

"Consider yourself warned." Trax replied, though there was a touch of humor in his voice.

"I personally don't care what people think of me as long as it keeps you safe." he continued, his voice now completely serious.

"I'll gladly piss ninety nine people off if it means I'll intercept that hundredth that's looking to attack you.  That's what I'm here for, to protect you, and that doesn't just mean once we're in a combat situation.

It's the same reason that I asked for our own transportation.  We're not getting into a vehicle where we don't know or trust the driver.

But I'm not entirely unreasonable, I'm willing to back off, a little, when we're in private meetings.  But I'm still going to be right at your side.  Anyone within arms reach of you, is within arms reach of me."

[GM Craig]

Maris is lounging in the common area, feet on the table, watching the two of you.

"Trax, it's not what people think of you. It's what people think of her. If you walk around like a rabid kath hound, straining at the leash, growing and barking at everything that moves, it makes her look fearful and weak. And, believe it or not, there's people in this galaxy that don't trust people that look like you. Demanding you be present for every meeting with a contact or negotiation means that a lot of those meetings or negotiations are just not going to happen."

She lifts her feet off the table and stands up. "Besides, she's some flouncy diplomat. This atin'la chick was looking after herself long before you entered her life. She didn't build a network of spies and agents by being timid, infiltrate the Empire, or help you get off Horuz by being timid."

She puts a hand on Trax's shoulder. "Nim is not some delicate flower."

[Trax]

Had this exchange happen prior to them leaving Alderaan, it was highly likely Trax would have gotten agitated by Maris' remarks and shot back with hostility, despite how relevant and accurate they were.  But the exchange was happening now, not then.  Though he was still a little irked by how sound the jedi's reasoning was.

"True, but during those times she had anonymity on her side..." he began to counter before turning to Nim.

"It's going to be impossible to check out every location before hand and I can't keep you safe if I'm miles away or we're separated by a blast door.  You're known to them now, they are coming for us, for you.  The Alliance is basically desperate for support, they'll use that against us."  The man was pleading as much as he was making trying to explain his reasoning behind his views and actions.

[OOC: Not sure it affects Maris' comment on how he looks, but Trax isn't wearing his armor right now.  Other than carrying his knife and pistols he should look fairly civilian.  Granted the way he carries himself would be anything but.]