Connections: Intelligence.

Nir is a member of the Bothan Spy Network, both contributing to and benefiting from it.

Intelligence: 10. Nir's life is dedicated to gathering information for both the Rebels and his fellow Bothans in the Spy Net. This has led him on many an adventure across the galaxy with his current team. But everything always comes back to finding crucial information to raise his stature in both places.

"Corellian Whiskey thanks" Nir said to the Droid as he sat down at the main bar of The Clanker. It was dim in here, the kind of place people came to not be seen. Nir was here to pass on information, quietly. His black and grey fur had the benefit of concealing his identity rather well in here. This was a rough joint, lots of fights and lots of noise... but if you wanted to meet the underworld this was the place to do it.

"My contact should be here somewhere, but perhaps we can watch for a little and see what else can be learnt" Nir though to himself as he subtly looked around. There was an interesting looking Gand in the corner, "surely that's not ol Suin, haven't seen that bounty hunter in a while... I wonder what she has to say about The Finch"

The short Bothan took his time scanning the room, studying the occupants while trying to enjoy the fake Corellian Whiskey. "Are any of these Imperials?" he thought, knowing full well it was a silly question. There would be at least one Imp informant here and probably more. "With any luck they won't catch on to our little meeting, now I had better find Pea, one of the booths probably"

Nir finished his drink and thanked the Droid before moving off through the crowd towards the back of the room. In the second last booth Nin found a hooded figure sitting quietly on their own. Laying on the table in front of them was a sheathed vibrioknife and a fine Blaster pistol, this was his contact. Nir had known this ex cop Neimoidian for almost ten years now.

"Plo, good evening."

"Hmm, hello Nir, it's been a while"

"Yes, yes it has. How's the arm?" That was a coded question, Nir was asking if they were being watched.

"I hurts sometimes, mainly when it's cold, but today is a good day."

So there was a little time to talk in private.

"So you have the data I assume Nir? Any ideas on its contents?"

"Just the normal, some manifests and orders, from all over the sector... looks like a lot of activity is headed our way." The cryptic speak was second nature to Nir, discussing Imperial movements openly was a bad idea for anyone. But being a member of the Spy Net, sitting across from one of the best handlers the Rebels had on this lump of rock, was a death sentence.

"Good, good..." Plo paused for a while, his eyes piercing Nir's clearly with something more to say. "We have some work coming up Nir, a little scavenge team who are going need a fast talker, the usual jobs... I could use your expertise"

"Pay?" was Nirs replay without hesitation.

"A suitable amount, but you know us, the pay is in the end... how about it?"

An interesting proposal, not what Nir had expected, but with nothing much to lose and a whole lot to gain "Sure, when and where?"

"Good, I'm glad you chose wisely. Two weeks, at the Saldur head office, I'll see you there" with that the old Neimoidian stood, took his weapons and quietly left the premises. The office he had mentioned was of course another cryptic message, the Rebels didn't need offices, they needed officers. Saldur was a safe house two systems over, usually used as a staging point for sabotage missions.

"Well I had better inform Wiarna I got a job with the Rebellion I suppose" Nir thought wryly as he walked out the front door... that Toydarian was a little obvious in his watching of Nir "I'd better get moving, those thugs won't be far behind." And with that the Bothan disappeared into the crowd.