Location: A Refuge in Akari City

In many other places, on many other planets, this would be an 'alien refuge', specifically a place for non-humans to avoid persecution.  Here, however, it's simply a refuge.  This sector, and particularly this planet, value their neutrality very highly.  As a result there's no preference given here of one species over another.  Humans and non-humans are equally welcome.

Having said that the simple fact is that with the Empire raging the majority of the people here have fled from Empire-controlled space, are non-human and have a distinct issue with Humanity.  This is not necessarily a safe place.

The refuge is in the Western District, an industrial complex that forms a fair portion of Akari City.  Towering buildings cast almost-perpetual shade and the streets have a rough look compared to much of the rest of the city - though not, of course, compares to the Claws.  It's doubtful that any of the tour airspeeders go to this part of the city.  Small hubs of entertainment trades form the 'pressure valve' for the city's hardest workers and most of the district is dedicated to seemingly endless factories and warehouses.

Stuck between an electronics manufacturer and a cosmetics factory, the refuge is situated in a formally abandoned warehouse, fixed up and renovated for the countless bunk beds and few kitchens that support this desperate population.  Even from the outside it looks like a ramshackle hotel of the cheapest kind, primarily tacked together with donations and volunteer work.

Such is actually the case.  Even a brief look on the net indicates the place as sponsored by a few smaller corporations but exists primarily as a charity that relies on fundraisers and generosity.  The building is unguarded but a security camera is visible above the front door.

Mika takes a look around.  "I think you should probably take the lead, Humans don't seem so common around here.  Oh, and hold on to this for me.". She hands over the stun baton.

Flash took the baton and slipped it under his coat next to his own baton.  He'd left his hold-out blaster with Arin but he hoped he wouldn't need it.  He walked forward and knocked on the door.

"What exactly do you want me to say?  I still only have a basic idea of why we're here."

Mika shrugs.  "I don't know if you noticed, but this is an alien zone and since the Bothan thinks I'm some sort of Imperial, having a non-human friend at my side.  Show I'm not an alien-hater.  Smooth things over and try to keep things low-key like I promised Vyn.  And if it goes to hell, you're the best one to have at my side."  She gives Flash a wry grin.

"Should have brought Vyn with you." Flash grumbled.  "I'm no diplomat."

He banged on the door even more loudly.  He knew it had only been a few seconds since he last knocked but he didn't care.  He was feeling stupid.

Mika grinds her teeth.  "Yeah, you try dragging him away from his party.  Besides, iit was his party that led to my getting boosted and he's the one who seems to think I'm the one who needs to apologize for getting angry when people busted into my room."

"No, he wants you to apologise for drawing a weapon and threatening people with it." Flash corrected.  "Don't play the innocent victim with me.  You didn't deserve to be robbed but don't pretend you're fautless in how you handled crowd control."

Flash was in no mood to be diplomatic.  Sheila was getting shirty with him and now Mika was playing the victim.  He was getting tired of it.  He wanted a drink.

The irony didn't escape him that the person he was working the most smoothly with tonight was Arin.  Perhaps there was hope for the man after all.
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"Yes, all right, all right!" comes a voice from behind the door.  "You'd think there was a war goin' on.  Bombs droppin'?  No?  You can bleedin' well wait while I get th'door open, then."

There's a series of grunts and the dull 'thunk' of a stuck metal door unsticking.  An old lady, a Bothan with greying fur, yanks the door open and stares up at the pair, puffing.  She looks like she's run to the door from a fair way away.  Peering up at the pair of them she rubs one of her hands which, it seems, has been bruised at some point.

"You ain't refugees," she states bluntly.  "Not scruffy enough.  What d'you want?"

Mika sighs, but doesn't dispute Flash's point.  After all, what was the point?

As the elderly Bothan woman comes out, obviously annoyed, Mika puts the best face forward she can manager.  "Greetings, my name is Kimy Stell.  This is my friend, Forim.  I was given this address by a friend, looking for a Bothan who was at our hotel earlier this evening.  I'm afraid I've misplaced something and it was suggested to me by a mutual acquaintance that this woman might be able to help me out."

Old she might be but the elderly Bothan is still clearly plenty sharp.  She looks Mika up and down a couple of times and then says, "You reckon someone's nicked something off you, eh?  No need t'fancy it up, people nick things sometimes.  Who're you looking for, exactly, little dear?"  The way she says 'little dear' doesn't sound particularly like an endearment.  It sounds more like sheer habit.  She'd probably call a rancor 'little dear'.

Flash was quite happy Mika had chosen to take the lead here.  He knew nothing about this Bothan, he'd never even seen her.  As far as he knew, this lady answering the door could have been the one who pickpocketed Mika.

He stood quietly, watching and waiting.

Mika gives the Bothan a little smile, appreciating the ability to cut right to it.  "I don't know her name, a young Bothan woman who was at a party at our hotel, she's damn good nicking things.  Anyway, we're not looking to stir up any trouble."

Flash suppressed a snort.  Trouble tended to follow them wether they looked to stir it up or not, especially given the mood Mika was currently in.

"We got lots o'young Bothan women here, little lady, but you're welcome t'come in an' have a look round, see if'n you can spot 'er."  She narrows her eyes, glancing from the Human to the Duros and back.  "Long as neither of you's gonna cause trouble.  Any trouble, we ain't gonna appreciate it.  We're simple folk here an' everyone's already seen more'n their share of trouble."

She doesn't open the door wider yet.  she seems to want a promise of good behaviour.

"Ma'am, I haven't got the least bit of interest in causing trouble." Flash replied.  It was the literal truth.  He wasn't here to rough up a bunch of refugees or even some pickpocket.  He was here because Mika asked him to come.

Mika nods agreement, "I got. no interest in causing trouble, I just want to get what was nicked and then I'll we it as no harm, no foul."

"Uh huh."  The old woman doesn't seem entirely convinced but she's mollified enough to open the door and step back, letting the pair enter.  "Oldest arrivals near the top of the building - they got the better view.  Top floor's administration, no residents allowed, so don't bother goin' up there.  Bottom sub-basement's storage, no residents allowed, so ditto on the not-goin'-there.  So there's four levels up an' two sub-basement levels t'hunt through.  Have fun," she smiles, a little unpleasantly.

Mika gives the woman a nod, "My thanks."

Unless Flash thinks otherwise, Mika's thought will be to start on this floor and work up.  If no luck, then work down.  While it's probably futile, she's hoping to make a small enough stir to not give the young Bothan (Fiarr) any more notice of their arrival then is absolutely necessary.

"A good a plan as any."  Flash followed Mika's lead.

After passing the third Bothan on the floor he looked to the human.  "You got a better description for me then a 'young Bothan female'?  I could pass your thief and not even know it.  Plus, I could ask a few of the locals."  He points to a group of Duros off to one side.


OOC: I'm assuming there's some Duros around, let me know if I'm wrong.

There are, indeed, a few Duros around.  Many species are represented here and Duros aren't exactly the least common non-humans in the galaxy.

The rooms around are small and cramped, poorly furnished but clean enough.  A gloomy atmosphere of depression clings to the place.  It doesn't look like a bad place but there are, the pair can estimate, probably a thousand or so desperate, shell-shocked people clinging together in the repurposed building.  Most of the people here are either very young or quite old, with a few adults and middle-agers scattered between.  It's a stark reminder of the ravages of war, of the depredations of the Empire and everything the Talons stand against.

Mika keeps to murmuring tones.  "She's about 1.6 meters tall and pretty non-descript.  I didn't notice any markings or anything.  She was wearing a simple party dress and a handbag when I saw her.  She had a Duros friend in tow, he seemed pretty shaky though, trembling and the like."

OOC:  There's no description for Fiarr under The Cast and nothing else that I see in the in-character thread.

Flash nodded.  "Well that's something I guess.  So did you want me to talk to some of the locals or just keep searching."


She also has grey fur according to her post.

"Might as well start asking around.  I'd best leave it to you though, from what I've seen they don't like humans all that much."

Flash moved over to the group of Duros he'd spotted earler.

[Language unknown: "Atain lo, tilllo amend ri Ationsdin paca essom la moson caekmi anyentany u hou utmaur thuourwer.  Foenng earicated pewh lat anme ai th iockicelmo ou ck Assimo nt, el el, tic ectnotman.  Pe pre eenardereeve hilout."]

The Duros cluster together slightly at Flash's approach but relax a bit when they see a member of their own species.  One of the Duros, a female, points downward.

[Language unknown: "Plom trapretio ivul wh mo un elwaal i ur ecsahinasi eveantion, to arerllmi.  E ncheol roou me acpr fowari san ac ti t lontpa e u forth virbe u ndame prowilant mabewe.  Prevenounard ni preal ereshesom olma thenc iv ndeousers ousstilin p alwhen."]

One of the men, a very bitter-looking dude, sneers.  [Language unknown: "Str foeeel ter p Ureencout Si vorencing ivson son meioiv.  Stroli eenun t ho m, el k ac mihe-stilwi, evset ioil redlatint hiei el alenstla."]

The woman shakes her head.  [Language unknown: "Ome ainsonthu tho atmen setafo e il hoesne t tin nte etlaur?  O ioisis nturha n pe ioweom nothernte."]  It sounds like an old argument they've had many times over.

Mika stands idly nearby while the Duros speak, waiting for Flash to let her know what was said.

Flash thanks the Duros and walks back to Mika.  Once they were out of earshot he mutters.  "I'm assuming you were listening, what now?  Want to finish searching the upstairs floor or head straight for the sub-basement?"

Mika considers.  "No reason to doubt what we've been told."  Though she thinks there's no reason to believe them either.  "Let's head on down to the sub-basement."

"Let's go."

Flash follows Mika, his eyes darting left and right.  He was having a mild sense of forboding as they descended.  There was no reason to suggest this would get violent or that the Bothan even knew they were coming.  Still, this was her own turf and the locals were likely to support their ally in a confrontation.  It wouldn't take much for the hunters to become the hunted.

He just hoped Mika knew what she was doing.

The trip down is slow because the turbolift is broken.  When they reach it there's a very worn-down repair droid working on it; the thing is so old and so patched up that the refuge people almost need to buy another repair droid just to repair the first repair droid.  It beeps at them in a very old droid language, a precursor to the Binary language, and points at a sign that directs them to - of all things - stairs.

It's a long way down to the lowest inhabited sub-basement but they know when they reach it because the stairs are blocked by a very locked door with a sign on it saying 'Authorised Personnel Only'.  Underneath it someone has written in Basic, 'New arrivals, this is your stop.'

As they step out into the main area of the refuge floor they can see a distinct difference.  The new arrivals are more paranoid and desperate than their more experienced fellows on higher floors.  There's more muffled crying from rooms as people come to terms with having lost everything and death, while no longer an immediate concern, is still not out of sight.  Most of the doors don't lock here so people guard their meagre possessions as best they can.

Flash looked around and didn't like what he saw.  Many of these people were desperate, and desperate people could do anything.  What's more the sheer desperation here made him angry, really angry.  It reminded why he was determined to wipe out every last member of the Imperial military.  Scum like that deserved to die.

It also made him review his opinion of the Bothan.  If she lived here or volunteered here he could actually understand why she'd stolen Mika's credstick.  If their roles were reversed he'd have done the same. . .or worse.  He idly fingered the piece of flimsi in his pocket and remembered what Heigren had said to him.  He wondered if the Zeltron was right.

He looked at Mika.  "How do you want to handle this K?  Looks like their may only be one way in or out.  Want to scope the perimeter or just find our girl?"

Flash looked around, seeing if he could spot the Bothan, or the Duros.


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Mikalooks about, saddened by what she sees.  Looking at the old repair droid, her fingers twitch with the desire to put it to rights.  At Flash's question, she sighs.  "I'm hoping to keep things frosty, let's try to find our friend without stirring up the locals any more than we have to.  After that, maybe I can take a look at that droid, or get them a new one....  Well, if I can afford it."

"Well start looking.  You know what you're looking for.  I've got your back."

Mika takes the lead, moving about and looking for a familiar Bothan female, doing her best to cause as little disruption as possible.

There is little way of not being noticed here.  Most of the people take careful note of the newcomers and simply pretend (rather poorly) to ignore them.  Others actually back into their rooms and close their doors.  Not a single human can be seen anywhere; most of the residents here are of the more common non-human species such as Twi'leks, Duros, Bothans and so on.

A couple of times Mika thinks she spots their quarry but it turns out they're not the Bothans they're looking for.

Then she hears a familiar voice.

"...stupid of me, I wasn't ready to go out.  I just made a fool of myself."  It's that Duros who had a meltdown at Mika's threatening stance.  "Stupid frackin' flashbacks," he adds with a frustrated growl.

The voice is coming from a small common area near the middle of the floor, an open space where people probably congregate to catch up with one another.  If this building used to be an office block then it's probably a lunch area or something similar.  It smells of mould slightly.

"Do you need to go back to your room?" comes a deep, warm, manly voice.

"No!  No," the Duros says in a slight panic, "enclosed spaces, y'know.  Just, um, just coming underground was hard enough."

"Okay," the man replies, "take your time."

"Bitch was probably an Imperial," comes a sour, waspish voice, a woman with a slight growl to her tone.  "Think they can run whole sectors..."

Mika moves closer to Flash.  "That sounds like the same Duros that was in my room, the female voice is probably the Bothan woman.  I don't want to cause the Duros any more grief, maybe you should go in and ask the Bothan over for a quiet word."

Flash nodded and wandered over, stared at the group then wandered back. No bothan there. Duros guy, Cathar girl and some big furry guy of a species I've never seen before.

Mika looks a bit annoyed.  Did you speak to the Duros?  I'm pretty sure he was with the woman."

Flash's annoyance matched Mika's.  "And say what exactly?  Oh hi, the 'Imperial' who tormented you at the party wants a friendly chat?  You asked me to speak to the Bothan, there wasn't one."



OOC:  Gotta love Flash's 8 Charisma, -1 in diplomacy and bluff!  He's much better at shooting things and flying things!
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Mika takes a deep breath and keeps her irritation out of her voice.  After all, it wasn't Flash that had irritated her.  And he'd only got drug into the whole mess because she'd asked for his help.

"How about the angry human he saw earlier is regretful of her outburst and would like to make amends?  I don't know why he's so twitchy, but my just popping in and startling him isn't going to do anyone any good and if anyone around here can point us in the right direction, it's him."

Flash grunted.  "I'd guess he's twitchy because he's just escaped from Imperial occupation.  That changes you, but you wouldn't understand."  He doesn't add 'you're human' on the end but he probably doesn't need to.

He walks over and speaks to the trio quietly, pointing back towards Mika's position.

There is a short, quiet conversation that Mika can't hear. The woman - presumably the Cathar - doesn't sound happy. If anything she sounds ready to punch a hole in the fabric of space with her anger. A few words from the very deep-voiced male have her moderately calmed, though. After a little Flash reappears around the corner, followed not by the Duros but by the unknown species.

Mika has never seen a... whatever-he-is before, either. He's tall, tall enough that he has to stoop to avoid hitting his head against the ceiling. Two and a half metres tall? Three? It's hard to say. Way bigger than Flash, let alone Mika. He is broadly muscled and very hirsute - not furry like a Wookiee but hairy, with a neatly-trimmed beard and hair bound into braids that fall well past his shoulders. His eyes are a deep brown, edge-to-edge colour, the whites invisible - and while his face looks relatively human he has a bifurcated lip and four horns curling up from his brow. The are black, they look sharp. But when he smiles it's a comforting smile, warm and friendly, that makes him seem more cuddly than able to gore four holes in your torso with minimal effort. He is, very clearly, unarmed.

"Well," he says after a pause, "not an Imperial. But here you are. I felt it... safer for all concerned if I come to talk to you rather than Kyvarr. She is... Not very diplomatic. My name is Oruvenn, I work as a counsellor here. And you are..?"

Mika gives Oruvenn a respectful nod, "Greetings, and thanks.  I'm Kimy Stell and as you say, I am not an Imperial.  And if I may, who is Kyvarr?"

Kyvarr growled in her throat as Ovruvenn walked over to see the Imperial.  From what Fiarr had said, the human was dangerous and prone to violence.  She spoke quietly to the Duros.


She watched the human closely.  Any trouble and she'd deal with this trouble maker.  Her alcohol-induced headache was now strong enough to make her really cranky.  Perhaps the drinking contest with a wookie hadn't been such a good idea.  Still, the booze had been free and the Zeltron host had sure wanted people to enjoy themselves.  Until the trouble with the human, she'd certainly being doing that!

Oruvenn's smile widens, though it's perhaps a little strained.  "A Cathar.  Her story is hers to tell if she wishes to.  Just tread softly around her.  She is... tempestuous.  May I ask what you'd like to speak to Laide about?  Normally I wouldn't get involved but he's quite, er, fragile at the moment.  Had Kyvarr not been there he'd likely have run by now."  He doesn't comment on the confrontation between the Duros - presumably this 'Laide' - and Kimy... but he does watch her closely for any signs of aggression or threat.  He makes no pretence of doing anything else; he is sizing her up as a potential threat and he has no problems with her knowing it.

So far, however, he clearly hasn't noticed anything worrying about her.  So far so good.

Mika shrugs, the look of contrition on her face appearing genuine.  " I get the feeling you already know this, but I lost my temper earlier.  I was being a bit temptuous myself about it.  The Bothan that was with the Dur... Uh Laide, I think she might be able to help me find my missing credit chip.  And seeing this place, the conditions here...  I'm sorry."

Flash barely supressed a snort at the comments about this 'Kyvarr'.  The woman looked like she barely topped five foot and Flash couldn't see how she could be much of a threat.  Still, they didn't need trouble so he watched the Cathar, trying to discern if she had any weapons on her.

The tall non-human stares at Mika for a few long moments and then nods as if convinced of the genuineness of her apology.  Perhaps his species is telepathic, or maybe he's simply very good at reading people.  Possibly he's simply taking a chance.  "All right.  You've no need to apologise to me, however - and believe it or not, but of the dozen or so refuges about this part of the city we're not doing too badly."  He sighs, as if it's so close to a lie that he's uncomfortable, so he adds, "Comparatively speaking, anyway."  With a gesture of one large hand he waves the pair to follow as he ambles back over to the nervous Duros and his Cathar protector.

"Laide," he says as they near, "this woman's name is Kimy.  She has something to say."  Before anyone can speak, though, he raises a finger in warning to Kyvarr, a strong but lithe looking Cathar sitting near Laide.  Although well in control of her own temper she looks really angry.  If Cathar had tails hers would be fluffed up.

Kyvarr growled in her throat but made no other move.  She trusted Oruvenn and knew he was a good judge of character.  Though that did nothing to improve her mood, or her worsening headache.

Kimy moves a bit closer to Laide, moving cautiously and keeping a close eye in case her approach is too bothersome to the Duros.  In a soft voice, she says, "Hi Laide, I'm Kimy and I'm sorry that my losing my temper caused you such distress.    [Language unknown: "Ul ee te elit in hasencers cesancul wh tra ithureati u Olpoac, illis T mi p ssrope i ou Ameallwil."]
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Kyvarr laughed then regretted it.  Her head pounded.   "Losing your temper didn't cause him distress human.  Threatening him with a bat for being in the wrong room did."

The Duros seemed about to say something to Mika before Kyvarr spoke up.  When the Cathar speaks, though, Laide falls silent.  He's clearly not used to speaking over anyone and the thought of standing up for himself is obviously beyond him.  Whatever self-esteem he had was beaten out of him years ago.

Mika gives the Cathar a nod.  "As you say, and my apologies for it."

Mika wasn't sure of the Cathar's involvement in this situation, but her presence didn't seem to be doing the Duros any good and the only thing she could think to help out was to not pester him further.

She moves back over to Oruvenn.  "I'd also like to speak to the Bothan woman who was with Laide, offer my apologies to her and ask after my missing credit chip."

"You think she stole it?" Oruvenn asks, raising an eyebrow.  "I can't imagine you came out here to find her amidst a refuge of displaced souls simply because you think she might have seen it."

Mika shrugs, "Yes, yes I do."

Trying to gauge the fellows reaction, she continues, "As I said, I'm not an Imperial, I'm not here to cause you or anyone here any trouble.  I just want to resolve things peacefully."

"What did I tell you?  Apology indeed.  She's here because Fiarr pulled some Akari street justice on her.  Amazing what losing your credits does for an Imperial's mood."  Her voice was think with contempt.

Mika glances back over at the Cathar.  "If I were an Imperial, do you think I'd be here, unarmed and with no Imperial backup, in the company of a Duros, expressing my regrets and asking politely?"

"If you are smart, absolutely. The Empire has no jurisdiction here." came a voice behind Mika.

When the human turned she sees Fiarr standing close behind her, hands out to show she carried no weapons.

"However Oruvenn believes there is truth in your words and I respect his judgement.  So I'm willing to listen to you with an open mind."

Mika turns, a bit surprised at the Bothan's presence.  She gives a measured look, then sighs.  "I don't know much about Imperials, so I'll defer to you on that.  But I wanted to apologize for my earlier outburst.  I felt particularly bad about Laide, from what Little I've seen, he's been through a lot and I'm sorry that my losing my temper added to his trauma.  I don't know if you were serious about what you said or if it was just an excuse to get close enough to, well, you know, but I'm sorry about my outburst."

The counsellor holds a huge hand up for some silence. "Let us be fair. Kimy has a point. Even without taking Imperial backup into account a smart Imperial would not sully themselves with the presence of so many aliens who undoubtedly have anti-Human sentiment." The huge non-human shakes his head slightly. "You know the refuge's rules on stealing and fighting. Had it happened here..." He shrugs without adding the obvious statement about those actions' repercussions. "I am no law enforcer but I dislike the idea of these actions - whether you felt them justified or not - bringing trouble to the refuge. Did you steal from this human?"

"I borrowed her credit chip."  Fiarr replied.  "I had every intention of returning it to the hotel tomorrow, after the owner made a small donation to the refuge here.  I felt a gift of food and blankets for the victims of the Empire was appropriate recompense for an Imperial.  Of course, perhaps her behaviour was just inappropriate and not that of an Imperial."  The Bothan sounded uncertain.

Flash remained silent, letting Mika do the talking.  He was more worried about how they were now surrounded.  Oruvenn and Kyvarr on one side and this Bothan on the other.  How had the Bothan crept up on them like that.

The only one he was fairly confident would be no threat was the Duros, Laide.  He looked like he'd faint if someone said boo to him.

Mika shrugs.  "The people here certainly seem deserving of some support and goodwill and I'd like to help out, but as I don't have access to any funds right now, I'm not in a position to make donations."

"What they deserve, is their lives back, a place to call home and a freedom from the trauma the Empire inflicted upon them."

"However that is not why we are here right now.  I have one question for you, a question I want a simple yes or no answer to.  The question is simple, please answer honestly.  If I had not taken your money, would you have still come here tonight to apologise?"
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Kyvarr grumbles to herself but says nothing.  She didn't know what Fiarr was playing at.  Talk was the Bothan's strong point, not hers.

Flush shuffled uncomfortably.  He knew the answer to Fiarr's question.  What he didn't know was wether Mika would lie or tell the truth and how the Bothan would react.

'The Bothan first, she's the dangerous one.' he thought to himself, planning should he need to strike.  'Then a quick backswing to deal with the Cathar.  The big alien was the unknown factor.'

He continued running contingencies through his mind, planning for the worst.

Mika takes a moment to consider the Bothan's question.  "I suspect not.  You wouldn't have left the breadcrumbs for me to follow you here, my anger wouldn't have been focused on you specifically, I wouldn't have seen the conditions here...  May I have my credit chip back?"

Fiarr sighs.  "That wasn't the question I was asking.  I think you know that.  What I was asking is that if you hadn't lost you money would you have even bothered trying to seek out Laide or any of the other guests you assaulted?  A simple yes or no will suffice."

Mika takes a deep breath, "As I said, I suspect I would not have."

Fiarr nodded, reached into a pocket and pulled out Mika's credit chip.  "Honest enough answer."

She looked at the chip, then threw it to the human.  "Well, the refuge wont be getting a donation of food and blankets today, but at least I've increased your awareness.  The reach of the Empire is long and even on a world like Det Akari, it is felt.  Even regular people can fight this tyranny.  Not necessarily with blasters and fists like Kyvarr and I do, but with compassion and awareness.  These are powerful tools also."

Mika catches the chip, giving Fiarr a measured look.  Finally, "Thank you.  You know, if you really want to stick it to the Imps...."

She turns to Flash, "What do you think?  She'd be a pretty useful person to have on the team, wouldn't she?

Flash was surprised at Mika's suggestion and took a few moments to answer.

"Uh. . .sure.  In fact, Vyn had already asked me to give this woman his comm code.  Seems he had the same idea as you.  Planned to introduce her to the boss he said."

Oruvenn doesn't say a thing through this exchange but when people start talking about 'teams' he coughs and lays a hand on Laide's shoulder.  "This is not a conversation you or I should be hearing, Laide.  Come on, I'll get you a caf."  He makes sure the Duros is ready to go before turning to the others again.  "Nice to meet you both," he says to the newcomers.  Then he turns to Fiarr.  "As for you, Fiarr, Extending people's awareness of the plight of refugees is important but I highly suggest you properly listen to a person's response before deciding whether or not they've answered you."  Then, presuming he's not stopped, he leaves with Laide.

Fiarr gave a slight bow to Oruvenn.  "As you say."  She wasn't sure what exactly he was getting at, no more then she knew what this human was now talking about.  She looked quizzically at Kyvarr.  Maybe the Cathar would know what this was about.

Catching the large humanoid, Mika asks quietly, "Oruvenn, might I have a private word?"

Kyvarr stared blankly back at Fiarr.  If the Bothan didn't know what this was about, then she wasn't likely to.  Since the human had walked off to talk to Oruvenn. she looked instead to the Duros.

"What's this all about?  What's the deal with the human?"

"All I can say is that Kimy and I are about as far from being Imperial as you can imagine.  In fact the group we work with has made a career out of making Imperials suffer.  I think you just caught her on a particularly bad mood at the party.  She'd been cranky all evening over something."

Flash was getting impatient.  If Mika wanted to invite the Bothan to meet with Mark then she should do so.  He wasn't sure if she meant to invite the Cathar as well.  The two seemed to know each other but the Cathar had shown no skills of note.  Either way, he wanted to be done.  Once security issues were dealt with he planned to enjoy some of what Heigren's party had to offer.
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"If by making Imperials suffer you mean beating them to a pulp then killing 'em slow I think you've got the perfect job.  Where do I sign?"

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"No surprise there." Fiarr chuckled after heaing Kyvarr's words.

She turned to Flash.  "Your friend may not think it, but it's a good thing I was in that bedroom with Laide and not Kyvarr here.  Kyvarr would not have been as. . .delicate.  I imagine your human friend would not be conscious at present if my friend here had been there.  Unconscious and needing major dental surgery."

Oruvenn pauses as Kimy catches up but at the conversation he snaps at the others.

"ENOUGH!"  His voice takes on a growling quality for a moment and a definite spike of fear can be felt rippling across the area.  Gathering himself he says in a quieter voice, "There is more anti-human sentiment in this one building than most of the rest of Det Akari combined."  He doesn't say this as a hypothetical; he says it as fact.  "This is not a war room.  If you're going to talk about such... disruptive issues I suggest you do so out on the street or in a cantina where you're less likely to instigate a riot of hatred."

Then he looks down at Kimy again.  "I apologise for losing my temper.  Tomorrow, Kimy.  Right now I need to tend to my duties."  He clearly means tending to Laide but is polite enough not to say it.  "If you need to talk about something related to the shelter than the Bothan who I assume let you in, Shana, will be able to help you."  He turns away and starts leading the even more scared Laide out.  "Unnervingly enough, she manages all of the finances here."

Flash went uncharacteristically quiet after Oruvenn's outburst.  He handed the flimsi he had to Fiarr.  "Vyn's comm code.  Talk to him about if you're interested in maybe joining us.  Your friend too.  I'd wait until tomorrow though."

He stood quietly waiting for Mika to finish.

Mika seems a bit stunned by Oruvenn's words, her eyes blinking and her face blanching.  "Uhm, sure, of course."

Turning, she looks at Flash, "Ready?  I'd like to have a quick word with the Bothan woman who let us in, but otherwise I think we're done here."

She moves, a bit more hasty than the situation demands, "A good evening to you all.  Oruvenn, my thanks."

Assuming, Flash is ready, Mika leads the way back up to the main door, stopping to have a private word with Shana.  Afterwards, she suggests they head back for the hotel.

Fiarr stood transfixed by Oruvenn's outburst for a few moments.  She took the flimsi from the Duros without a word.

When the pair left, Fiarr looked to Kyvarr.  "Well that was. . .unexpected.  I expected the human to cause trouble.  Instead I think she might have just offered us a job.  Most strange.  I'll check in with you later."

The Bothan headed for the stairs.

Shana seems particularly unimpressed at Mika's request for a private talk but nods and takes her into a small, cramped office with a computer terminal that's easily over two decades old and a caf machine of similar age.  They're left alone briefly as Flash waits outside.

When she finds out why Mika wants to talk, though, the Bothan is her best friend.  When the door opens and Mika steps out Shana is nodding her head in thanks and shaking the humans hand.  She personally sees them off from the door. 

And then, a short taxi-ride later, Flash and Mika arrive back at the hotel.