[b]Kwenn System,
Nova Retreat.[/b]

She woke up with a headache, groaning as she lifted herself up from the ground. "Statement: Employer meatbag is conscious once more." Frowning she turned and saw HK-51 sitting against a nearby wall, trying to get up she felt another stab of pain in her head and groaned again then blinked. HK-51 had his leg in his hands, then it came back to her, the spider security droids, the warehouse... and then the ambush outside.

"Back among the living I see?" Came Mirelle's voice as she walked towards Neia and sat down. "Sorry you were actually over the stun blast a while ago but decided to let you, Maaike and Vette sleep, especially Vette. She's still hurt but she will make it, some weeks in bacta will set her right again." She gestured to the side where Vette was lying on a bunk, secured with straps so she wouldn't roll off.

Neia nodded, slowly and was relieved to not feel another stab of pain. "Are we still headed for the Nova Retreat?"

Mirelle smiled and shook her head. "No, we have actually just arrived when you came to."

"Right... let HK-51 be taken to Mochi for repairs, Maaike and Vette to the medical bay while you... well help me to my office and we see what we risked our lives for."

Once everything was settled and several people were assured that Neia was fine and that unfortunately the only loss was one of the courtesans Neia found herself in her office with Mirelle, Jantor and Gaarwarr. They had opened the container and found datapads, documents, datafiles... all on Syndicate people in high ranking positions. As soon as she gathered it was about the Syndicate and what kind of information she stopped reading and put it all back into the container. "So... that black market dealer was blackmailing the Syndicate and that is why they weren't bothering him."

Mirelle looked aghast, Jantor looked intrigued and what Gaarwarr was thinking... well wookiees were hard to read. "What are we going to do with it?"

Neia bit her lip. "Well... I think I should contact my... associate in the Syndicate, I think it is best this information is turned over back to them."

Gaarwarr spoke up, <"Perhaps, or perhaps it should be distributed to the Republic or the CIS, or both. These are criminals.">

She nodded and saw Mirelle was about to agree with her fellow jedi but she raised her hand. "True... but the Syndicate is a powerful player, right now the Republic and CIS don't know I have this, if I give it to them well the Syndicate would find out it came from me. And yes they are criminals, but others are doing things that might be considered for the greater god, smugglers delivering food and medical supplies to blockaded worlds. There are other examples, not to mention this station is in Hutt space, Syndicate space and I am offering it as a safe heaven to any Jedi that might come across it." She took a deep breath and looked each person in her office in the eye. "So I am going to contact my syndicate associate, perhaps even Zann himself if he will take my call."

After a shot bit of waiting the call is answered and a scaled face with distinctly avian features appeared on the holo. "Lorda Kahleesi, Gooddé da lodia." The being said in huttese with a slight bow of its head.

Neia nodded in greeting to the holographic image. "Gooddé da lodia, Urai Fen. I hope I am not disturbing anything but I have something for which I felt immediate contact with the Syndicate, with Antone Zann, was required. Is he, or you available for a moment to discuss something?"

"Antone is otherwise engaged at this time," Urai replied switching to galactic basic, "But I have time to discuss with you."

She nodded before gesturing and then lifting up the container. "Tell me, have you been informed about a black market dealer on Syvris who apparently keeps Syndicate influence away from him? Well in here." She placed the container back down in front of her. "I have... well several reasons that enabled him to do so. Blackmail information on several syndicate people of the region where he operates."

Urais brows rose slightly at the mention of Syvris, "I have heard tell of a nussence on Syvris that has frustrated Zann Consortium interests in the region." Urai's head turned slightly as he looked at something outside the field of the holoemmiter. "And how did you come across these, 'reasons'?" Urai then asked after a few moments

Neia shrugged, "Well I went to Syvris to pick up a shipment of Jabiim vegetables and when I found the container it somehow contained this information, now I really have no interest in keeping them, so I was hoping Antone Zann might be interested in getting them off me."

"I am certain Antone would gladly take such information off your hands." Uari replied "What do you propose?"

She smiled, "I can keep the information safe for the moment and I would be happy to hand it over to you or one of Zann's agents who might pass through the system to pick it up. I do imagine handing this in is worth quite a lot to Zann." What he did with the information was up to the Syndicate leader of course.

Urai was quiet for a moment, possibly in thought before he replied. "What it is worth to Antone, only Antone, can say. I can make arrangements for one of the Zann Consortiums Defilers to pay you a visit and retrieve the information within a few days and am authorizing a small advance payment for your troubles, five hundred thousand credits. Once Antone has a chance to determine the information worth perhaps more will be forthcoming."

She nodded and smiled, "That seems acceptable, I will accept whatever Zann is willing to pay his emissary or he himself has gone over the documents to determine their worth. If a password or identification code could be provided when that Defiler arrives, wouldn't want to hand this over to one of Zann's rivals or someone else entirely."

"A wise precaution, the Defiler will use the phrase 'Tyber sends his regards'. On that note, I advise you keep the container sealed, I Believe Antone would value the information more the less people knew about it." Urai replied with what appeared to be something of a grin on his repto-avian features before he signed off.

Neia leaned back in her chair and looked at her people, Gaarwarr and Mirelle didn't look too pleased but she hoped they saw that her reasons for doing this were valid and for the greater good to let these lesser evils be kept from the Republic and CIS. "Well then, best to prepare the arrival for 'Defiler' whatever or whoever that might be."

<"When something called a Defiler comes along I wonder what we should expect and worry."> The Wookiee replied in what everyone in the room had learned to understand was his 'dry' voice. <"I think I will meditate on this and hope that the right decision has indeed be made today, I accept your decision Neia, I do not necessarily agree with it but I accept your judgment in this."> With that he left, Mirelle following after him to meditate together.

That left Neia with Jantor and she sighed, pinching her nose and looked at the Kel-Dor. "Do you think I did the right thing?"

He was silent, seemingly thinking it over. "Time will tell, I know one thing, the sooner that container and its contents are off this station and off our hands the better. Question is, what are you going to do now?"

Neia stood up and sighed, "My body demands sleep... but my mind demands that I practice with a blaster... I was not of any real help in my own opinion... and one of the courtesans died on my watch and I feel I owe her to improve myself."

Jantor stopped her, "It wasn't your fault, people die and from what I heard those security droids were nasty pieces of work."

She smiled and stepped to the side and then walked past Jantor, speaking over her shoulder at him. "I know, thanks. I still owe it to her to improve myself and be better in the future."

Jantor shook his head and watched her go, the nturned to her desk to see the container, sealed again, still sitting on her desk, he activated his comms. "This is Jantor, I want security posted around the clock to every passage leading to Neia's office and some guards in front of her door at all times, not only when she's in it, at all times.... I want it so that not even a republic spook can enter without our knowing... again." He muttered the last part as he received confirmations of his orders.

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[b]Summary:[/b]
Neia and her crew have returned home.

Blackmail information found and promised to Syndicate, down payment of 50 SP received.