[right][h3]Nima Tarkona[/h3][/right]
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It was some time before the ramp finally opened, but Nima used that time to collect herself and focus her mind. She was there to set the tone for her master and help negotiations with Jast run smoother. The old 'sex sells' tactic. Sometimes she enjoyed the game of seduction, as it allowed [i]her[/i] to be in control for a change, but it was short lived given her reality. As her charges emerged from the ship and made their way towards the Twi'lek, her training took hold.

A human male led the group confidently down the ramp and walked with purpose. It was their leader, Jaren Jast. He was taller than she was, but not significantly so, with dirty blonde hair and captivating green eyes. He was a fit man who obviously kept up with himself and probably wouldn't be put out too much if he didn't have the blaster that was currently strapped to his leg. To his left was another male taller than Jast, with a broader chest and muscular build. He was obviously their guard and had interesting flame-like tattoos across his face. If he were to ever carry himself with less malice, she would ask him about them. He too carried a weapon, a heavy pistol. Lastly, a human female was to his right. She too sported blonde hair but it was more of a true blonde, green eyes, and was attractive enough for Khulbe's standards. The woman also had a weapon on her hip and carried a black case in hand. She carried herself with confidence, but something else was there. Was it fear? Concern? Nerves? Nima did not know, but she may figure it out in due time.

By the time the party stopped in front of Nima, she had finished her initial observation of the group. It seemed to her that Jast either forgot his weapons would be confiscated before he was allowed into the palace or that he intentionally brought them along. 

“Nima, pleasure to see you again. I have some new faces on the Raven since the last time I saw you. This is my new chief of security, Boqorro Nbara, and my executive officer, Telsa Jetstar.” At the mention of their names, the taller human male remained stoic but the female offered Nima a smile, though it was a bit melancholic. [i]Maybe fear?[/i] The Twi'lek thought, still trying to pinpoint what bothered the woman. "We're looking forward to our meeting with Khulbe."

Nima rewarded the man with a smile but didn't extend her crimson hand to his. Physical touch was forbidden. "Welcome back to the palace Captain Jast" she replied, meeting his eyes with her golden ones and ignoring his extended hand. "You know we cannot touch without the express permission from Master Khulbe!" She was teasing him of course and was about to speak again before movement near the ship's landing gear caught her attention. Focusing her attention at the base of the structure, she saw a figure laying on the ground. 

The crimson twi'lek turned her attention back to the human male, her face serious. "It seems you have forgotten many things Jaren Jast." she told him and called for the guard.