Atrivis Sector

[Nim Naja]

Nim piped up before anything could escalate, should it. "There's merits to what everyone is saying. Yes, I should be protected so I can just worry about the job but at the same time I need to do the job. All I ask is for some heads up on anything else you might do that I'd have to cover or make excuses for. Since I'm a spook and not a politician with a silver tongue we need all the negotiation power possible, and my biggest asset is being able to project a certain image and read others'."

[Trax]

"No one outside of us or the Alliance knows I'm nothing but an asset.  Let me play the role of attache or whatever you see fit that let's me step in first and gives me an excuse to be close.  I'll leave the armor behind if it helps sell it.  And I'll promise to play nice.

Thought I actually played pretty nice with the dock master."

[GM Craig]

Maris sighs and takes a seat again. "So what do you want me to do? If you need ideas, it occurs to me that there's a whole station of Imperials in orbit. Having someone on the inside there would be a bonus. I could see what I could do about getting in."

[Nim Naja]

Nim blinked for a second. "Huh. I figured being among the Imps would be the last place you'd like to be, even if they are neutered up there."

[Trax]

"Yeah, I don't like that plan much.

Not that I don't think you can do it," he said to Maris.

"But we should be sticking to something more low key.  Any job that requires use of your...abilities, might end up advertising your location.

Not that I'm not interested on what's going on there, between the Imps hunkered down in those bunkers down here and a station that's weaponry is defensive in nature makes me wonder what they've still got cooking here."

[GM Craig]

Maris glances pointedly at Trax, then shrugs and looks at Nim. "Well, Nim. You're the only one here who signed on with the Rebels, and it's your butt in a sling if we kark this up, seems to me this is your mission and your call. I am at your disposal. Let me know what you want to do."

[Nim Naja]

"Hmm honestly? Just stay with us for now. You can be my aide or something. Gotta get a feel for this place before we decided to split up, I think. We're not here to directly deal with the leftovers anyway. Just need to get them to agree to let us help them, albeit on our terms."

[Trax]

Trax's body language obviously indicated he agreed with Nim.  Though it suddenly struck him as odd when he realized it, sticking together meant staying in close proximity to a jedi.  He wasn't entirely sure what to make of that, other than his perceptions of Maris had obviously shifted and, at the moment anyway, he saw her as a person first, then a jedi.

[GM Craig]

With roles selected, you leave instructions for the crew to keep the ship secure and have someone standing by on the comm, and head back to the dockmaster's office and out the front door into the street. Your rented speeder is there, and the three of you pile in, Trax driving. It is a short drive, made a little more complicated by debris in the street. it looks like the remains of a repulsor tank at one intersection, and a crashed TIE fighter and a bunch of debris from a damage building in another. Through that and dodging revellers, a 10 minutes drive takes closer to thirty, but you end up in front of the makeshift home of the provisional government for this region.

The building has obviously seen heavy action, and the front of it is riddled with blaster scorch marks and evidence of heavier weapons. There isn't a window on the front of the building that has not been shot out. There are half a dozen guards by the main doors. As you pull up, you see a large crowd gathered. Nim immediately assesses their mood as angry. On the steps of the building, there are half a dozen people kneeling, hands tied behind their backs. Their heads have been shaved, and they have obviously been beaten. A few locals stand behind them with weapons, and are yelling at the crowd, apparently whipping them into a frenzy.

[Actions?]

[Trax]

"Guess it's not all party and celebrate." Trax said as he took in the scene.  The man took his hands off the speeder controls, put them on his blasters...and switched them both to stun.

He had two guesses as to who the prisoners were, either members of the 'current government', with which some of the locals were already very unhappy with, or captured imperials.  The latter he figured was less likely, why would a crowd have captured imperials, one would expect they'd be in a cell or in a hole somewhere.

Trax glanced around, looking for a 'safe' place to leave the speeder.

[OOC: Michelle says Trax's role is security so he'll be armored up.  Given that the armor doesn't give much protection from the elements, if at all possible he'll have the cold weather gear over top.  His helmet is currently off.]

[Nim Naja]

"Mmm. Not good," she replied, staring mostly out at whomever appears to be in charge of the group.

{I thought I signed up for Intel, not secretary of state.}

OOC: Helmet is off. Buzz will be on but pocketed. Just reading the situation for now, I want to hear what they're saying.

I do some internal dialogue in italics so I guess we'll make nim/buzz chats be in brackets?

[GM Craig]

[OOC: Curly brackets.]

The speaker is yelling at the crowd.

"...to enslave OUR PEOPLE! Your families suffered under Imperial rule, and these gutless cowards partook of the fruits of that oppression! Their lives were made easier while the rest of us SUFFERED! They slept with them! Made money from them! Lived a life of luxury, while the rest of us lived and died in the mines and factories!"

The crowd roars in anger. The body language is frightening - this crowd is very close to becoming a mob.

The prisoners, dressed in torn clothing, have no cold-weather gear. Most are shivering violently. Two stare blankly without shivering, their skin very pale. [First Aid] Nim can see advanced hypothermia setting in. If they do not get warm soon, they will die of it.

As you approach, the crowd is content to ignore you. There is enough room to skirt the crowd and enter the building by the main doors. With the attention of the crowd on the prisoners, it is unlikely they would even notice the three of you.

[Nim Naja]

"Kark. We have to do something. I realize it might severely compromise our ability to get them to sign on to us, but if they're going to be ruled by mob mentality and violence then we don't want 'em anyway."

[GM Craig]

You hear Maris' voice, thick with emotion. She sounds... dangerous. "I got a few ideas... but I'm open to suggestions."

Glancing at Maris, Nim can see she is struggling with the situation. She wants to do something, but fears drawing attention to herself, and worries about disrupting your mission. Her fists are clenched tight at her sides.

[Trax]

So do I, leave them to their fate... Trax thought at first.

But then he thought of Mariah, she had been spying on the KDF for Cali, what if that was her up there. He didn't know why the girl had agreed to spy for him, she knew it was wrong. But whether it was for reasons of debt, or survival, she had agreed to do it. It was plausible that the ones up there did it for similar reasons.

The man let it a small growl, frustrated with himself.

"Violence on our part will only make things worse. We need to talk them down, which means getting up there and dealing with the loud mouth in front of the crowd. If we can sway the crowd he loses his power."

He looked at Nim.

"By we I mean you of course. You're the smooth talker after all."