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Arriving on Coruscant
This takes place shortly after the first three sessions

The Millennium Falcon was deeply crowded with refuges, making everyone pretty crowded and uncomfortable by the time it arrived on Coruscant.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't just bring a vessel full of refugees to Coruscant and drop them off," the voice on the other end of the comm frequency announced. "Our sensors show you're carrying a massive amount of biological material."

"That's right," Lando explained patiently. "And it's getting a little crowded up here, and we need clearance to land."

"We can't clear you with that many people aboard," the man said. "Might I suggest heading to..."

Han growled and took the com. "No, you won't. You're going to give me clearance RIGHT now, or you'll be explaining to Senator Organa-Solo why her husband was turned away from his home, and why saving the lives of hundreds of Republic citizens from an alien invasion is less important than your red tape! You get me?"

"...Senator Organa-Solo?" the voice replied, cowed.

"That's right. Millennium Falcon. Han Solo. Now are you going to get me and the other two vessels with me a landing zone and some refugee aid workers, or do I need to start making a report?"

There was a long pause. "Bay 1478-CDB-L," the voice finally replied. "Aid workers are enroute now."

"About time," Han growled, sending the coordinates to the New Hope and the Dianoga Trap<. "This many people are stinking up the Falcon."

Chewbacca wurfed gently from the chair beside him, reminding Han of Wookiee's own sense of smell. Han turned to his copilot. "Alright, alright. I know I'm getting pretty ripe too. It's not their fault... or mine. Let's just get them off before tempers get any shorter."

At least that Nagai, Djodem Shal, had been helpful at keeping the refugees from breaking into fights. It hadn't been a long flight, thankfully, but these people would need food and water, not to mention the other trauma they'd been through. He continued to hope the kids he brought aboard would find their parents on one of the other vessels.

A short time later, while the vessels were disembarking, Han approached Shal.

"I haven't had much of a chance to talk to you one-on-one," the smuggler said, putting an arm on the Nagai's shoulder. "But you were really something out there. It's been a while since I've seen a Nagai fight, and it's usually more lethal than that. Thanks for your help."

"I'm glad I could be of assistance," Shal replied. "I'm sure there were those on the ship who preferred a bump on the head to a missing one. Thank you for the help back on the planet and for the passage here. I hope you don't think ill of my curiosity of your ship, I have never had a chance to look at one as I have during this trip."

"Hey, that's alright," Han replied with a grin. "Most people are curious when they get aboard the Falcon. That ship is one of a kind." He frowns a little. "So you're fresh from Nagai space, huh? How are things out in that region? The Tofs staying low?"

One side of Shal's mouth curved up, "It is definitely a nice ship." The curve went away. "For the most part they stay back, but the Order occasionally gets reports and deals with any problems. I believe they get too into hunting though." He paused. "You say you've seen other Nagai fight? If you don't mind, would you tell me where? I don't believe many that have come to the Republic have my kind of training."

Han frowned. "I fought alongside the Nagai when they battled the Tofs. I was there when Prince Sereno was captured. That was... twenty years ago. Almost 21." He scratched his head. "What do you mean, 'my kind of training'?"

A sudden look of what may have been shock or awe showed on Shal's face, and was almost instantly gone. "You were in that battle? I've heard stories, but to be able to freely speak to someone who participated is truly an honor. The training I'm referring to is my combat training. Most of the others I've heard that left to republic planets were tradesmen." He paused, reluctant then forged forward. "Honestly I was hoping for a different answer to my question, so I'll be more direct. Do you know a Nagai named Ultari Nigel?"

"Nigel?" Han frowned. "Sure. He's one of Luke's Jedi buddies, or something. Runs an animal safari park out on Femas, near Wild Space." Han regarded Shal a moment. "You need to look the man up?"

"I believe he may be the only one who can help me, and the only one who can understand my particular situation."

"Lemmie see what I can do. I know one of Nigel's former students is working with Luke right now to track down a rogue Star Destroyer..." Han thought for a moment in silence. "Let's see if we can't reach Nigel for you. Come on."

"Thank you for your help Mr. Solo." Then with a questioning look, Shal asked, "Who is Luke?"