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“I— don’t know,” Nami said. “I was investigating whether I could do some work for a clinic here on the station, earn some credits that way, but that malfunctioning droid at the door…” She sighed. “I’ll check back in there later. Maybe there are other kinds of work we can find between us. If not...

“Much better, now that you’re all here!” Again Nami tries to breeze past the question. “How are your supplies holding up?” Immediately she regrets asking, but she needs to know. If they’re short on fuel or food, they’ll need to buy more, which costs credits – something she has fewer and fewer...

“That’s right,” Nami said, following along towards the ramp. “I’ll need to assess her, but if we can move her over to my ship—” She smiled as she recognised the pilot. “Jura! Hello again.” It occurred to her that it hadn’t really been all that long since she saw them; but with what she’d...

Nami nodded, shivering at the thought of having to sleep in those cells, with everything they represented. “I can understand that,” she said. “We’ll have to talk through what comes next with everyone. But first of all, I should see to that woman who was still unconscious. Do you know if there’s...

A brief jolt of panic ran through Nami – had she let it show somehow that something had happened – ? There was no way she could tell anyone. They’d know it was her own fault, that she’d only got what she deserved. Putting on the best smile she could, she moved forward to quickly hug Kaelaen...

Closing her eyes, Nami took a deep breath in, and out. She needed to be calm. Steady. She had a job to do. That was what mattered. She made her way to the access ramp, heading down into the hangar bay, and looked for any sign of the Sarlaac’s Breath nearby. Wondering what condition her patient...

Alone. Nami sat for a moment, in a brittle state of calm. One hour to get ready to treat her patient. That was what mattered. Focus on the task. She made her way through to her quarters, finally facing herself in the mirror. Doing her best to disguise any visible bruises and scrapes. Making...

I'd also be interested if there is still room!

Nami let out a sigh, feeling relief despite everything. “You made it,” she said. “It’s good to hear your voice. Ah – the station authorities should be in contact to guide you in. Tell them you’re here for commerce, and for a meeting with the captain of the Paraselene. I… I reached an...

Nami wiped her eyes as the distant sound brought her back to reality. Who would be—? The dockmaster, maybe. Or a message directly from the Sarlaac. Still wrapped in her blanket, she picked herself up and padded her way through to the cockpit. Taking a moment to compose herself before she...

The thought of the other ship registered dimly at the back of Nami’s mind. Her friends and allies. So close now, and yet— She stumbled up the ramp, kicking the boots away once she reached the top. Leaving the ramp to close behind her while she rushed through the hidden partition to her mobile...

Nami’s hands shook with urgency as she fastened up the jumpsuit, quickly abandoning any effort to get it comfortable – its greasy touch against her bare skin somehow made her feel even more naked, but it was better than nothing. She hurried in the direction shown on the map, although moving...

For a moment, Nami hesitated. Although she felt better after the shower, the adrenaline of her narrow survival was starting to drain away, leaving pain and weariness in its wake. She bit her lip as she stared at the mattress. If she could just lie down for a while… …after all, she’d let this...

Nami’s eyes darted around the room, alert for any sign of danger – but, nothing. Shivering, she turned her attention to the showers. It made sense to decontaminate herself, didn’t it? No knowing what manner of hazards she’d been exposed to. Surely she had time… She got into the shower, trying...

Closing her eyes, Nami let herself take a deep breath. There was a way out. She quickened her pace as she headed towards the control room – faltering only when she realised there might be someone in there, someone who would see her naked and filthy. But there was no choice. No time to waste.

Nami took a few steps along the corridor before leaning against the wall to catch her breath, feeling something like relief. A faint hope glimmered within her, a chance that she might survive this – but that survival was all she could think about. To confront what had happened to her, what the...

Blinking tears and sweat from her eyes, Nami pressed herself tightly against the wall as she searched around for a way to open the door – a latch, a control panel. Where it would lead her she did not know, but as long as it wasn’t an airlock waiting to vent her into space, it surely had to be...

For an instant, Nami froze, gripped by a primal fear. The unknown presence in the water somehow made her feel more naked and vulnerable than ever. She had to force herself to move again, towards the edge of the water, towards the door. Shivering as she tried to control her breathing, focused on...

Her breathing steadied a little, Nami weighed her options. She really didn’t like the idea of going through the liquid again. But making her way around…there was no knowing what she might step on or disturb in those putrid piles. With her medical experience, she could only think of all the sharp...

A fresh wave of panic chilled Nami’s bones. Was there something in here with her—? She tried to scramble up out of the water, onto any solid surface she could find. Coughing as she struggled for breath in the foul air. Still searching around for a way out – she had to get away from here.