Nomi Solane

This thing recording? Good. If you're watching this, I'm probably already dead, and you can consider these my private thoughts that I couldn't let out otherwise. My name is Nomi Solane, and I'm a rebel spy. I play the good girl during the day; a logistics coordinator that keeps the Goldsheaf flowing and keeps the imps from getting suspicious. At night? I do whatever the hell I have to do to get the imps out of our system. Doctoring a shipping manifest? Done. Slicing a terminal so some friends can raid a warehouse? I'm a woman of many talents. My parents don't know what I do; I'm sure they still think I'm a do-nothing coward who just wants to keep her head down and stay out of trouble. After all, my brother Caden protested the Empire, and look what happened to him. That's what this is all about, you know. Maybe I'm not a true believer or anything like that. Maybe if they just kept hurting people I didn't know I wouldn't be here recording this. But they did, and I'm here now. Hopefully, that's enough; it needs to be enough. I can't look back; looking back means staring at all the mistakes I've made, and I'm not ready to reckon with that. Not yet. I've got a mission, and a focus. Find my brother. Fight the Empire. Get them out of our system. End recording. ## Personality I'm cool and professional on the surface, and for most people, that's all they'll ever see. I used to be apathetic about the Empire, but now I grapple with the guilt of having enabled the very monster I fight to destroy. I do so quietly, internally, and keep a lid on it in front of others. I know how dangerous it can be to have loose lips about the Rebellion. When I'm off the clock and I feel like I can breathe, I open up a little more, let my guard down a bit around people I trust. But when the people you trust are smugglers and thieves, it can be hard to do it even then. ## Backstory Where do I start? I was born and raised here on Merova. When I was growing up, I was always more comfortable with droids than people; I started slicing code when I was six, and my parents worked for the Consortium so I had access to the institutional knowledge of how all the parts of the Agro-Industrial juggernaut worked at my dinner table every night. I was drawn to how neat and orderly things seemed, but with so much room for optimization. I got scouted by the Marovian Consortium when I was 18. The Clone Wars ended a year later, and the Empire was just starting to take control of the inner rim, but that was just something on the news; it didn't affect me directly, so I didn't think about it. I just worked on shipping lane optimizations, work order consolidations...basically all the ways to get more Goldsheaf into a box, get more boxes on a ship, and do it with fewer resources. I managed to write some microcode that automated a significant portion of their logistics workflow which got me promoted and noticed. I shot up the ranks, and became a Logistics Coordinator. I know that my code probably made a lot of jobs redundant, but I try not to think about that. Of course, even in a position like that, all the money that would pass through my hands just went up the chain...so I decided if I was going to be that efficient, they could at least let me skim a little in places they wouldn't notice. I knew the shipping lanes and the ports better than anyone, which also meant I knew the places that weren't patrolled better than anyone. I charged a little extra for my "discretion" in these shadow routes. I was 23 when the Empire came to Merova, and I kept my head down and adapted. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss, right? Well, not exactly. The Imps run a tighter ship than I expected, and I got careless. One of my shadow routes got discovered six months into Governess Venn's tenure, and it got silently co-opted for the Empire's benefit, getting used to shuffle off 'dissidents'. That was a bitter pill to swallow, but I chalked it up as lessons learned, be more careful, don't get caught and I could still stand to make a little extra on the sly. I mean, I was never swimming in credits under the mega corps, but things were tighter under the Empire, no doubt about it, and I told myself that they could have just as well used a less covert method for sending people to prison. I kept at it for another two years, staying quiet and not making noise. But...it's funny how sometimes things never feel real until it hits someone you love. In my case, it was my brother. Sweet, stupid Caden. A real true believer. He never agreed with the Empire's methods, and called me out more than a few times at family dinners. We fought constantly. But I loved him, and when the stormtroopers picked him up one night and threw him on a prison transport headed off-world...using my shipping lane? Now, I do the bare minimum in my work for the Empire during the day, keeping the grain flowing...and at night, I do whatever the hell I can to get these bastards out of our system. Sometimes that's using my smuggling contacts to get grain to rebel cells, sometimes that's doing a little slicer work. If an information broker comes to me, I'll work with them. Whatever the rebels need to get the imps out. ## Appearance I have pale skin for a Merovan, which my parents always blamed on the fact that I never spent enough time playing outside. My hair is curly and brown and usually put up in a bun to get it out of my face, but when I have important meetings with the imps, I straighten it and wear it down to my shoulders. I know the appearance they look for, so I conform to their expectations. When I'm off the clock, my dress is what they'd call "slummier" but really it's just more practical when I have business in the shipyards, or if I just want to avoid scrutiny. I have pale green eyes, which gets me in trouble sometimes because it can make me stand out when I'm watching someone. I'm a bit below average in height and I'm slim, but not frail; I've had to toughen up a lot the last few years. I've been told I'm pretty, but in that subtle way; I don't draw a lot of attention, but I can be memorable when I want to be.