Nar Shaddaa

Nikki stood at the top of her section, the seats filling as the game was set to begin any minute now. She did not know either team which was playing, nor did she particularly care. Instead, she made her way to a mid-sectoon seat and waited. Three nondescript humans took the seats to her rear and both sides, leavong only a single opening in front of her. She wants with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her head forward, but her eyes scanning her surroundings constantly.

A protocol droid takes a seat and says, "Greetings, nice game today, eh Master Jedi?"

Nunki closes her eyes for a moment, internally sighing, and eyes the protocol droid. With her left foot, she taps the foot of the person to her right, signalling to check the area.

"Yes, nice and fazt pace. I just love it when there's an explosion in the action/"

The droid says, “My master is pleased that you wanted to talk. He says that he respects the Jedi and hopes they understand that his actions are in their best interests to crush the Imperial sleemo that plague the galaxy.”

The human takes a quick look around, but in his attempt to look like he's not doing anything at all, he can barely see anything.

Nunki, on the other hand, keeps her body still and straight, facing the field as she speaks to the droid. "I'm sure he had the best intentions. But his actions have consequences. I'm sure he knows I'm not the only one looking for him. And he knows who he hit, and he knows they will stop at nothing to find him." Nunki grimaces as one of the Huttball players suffers a nasty hit, and after a moment she continues. "I am here to help you."

“Get him off world and he will turn over vital intel. He wants nothing to do with being turned over to the Empire,” the droid responds.

"Well, that's certainly easy enough. Will he be able to hide out for a couple days? I can make arrangements and get him offworld early in the morning."

"He can and will," the droid replies.