Despite the rest of the day crawling slowly, your body welcomes the additional rest. You pushed yourself to your limits and perhaps beyond during your escape, and what time you had since then, you spent recovering from a serious overdose of chemicals in your system. You even doze off a little in the afternoon, for an hour or so.<br/>In the evening, Dia comes over to check on you again, running another diagnostic. She asks you to follow her to meet some friends, and leads you across the clinic to a small elevator. From what you see, the place is rather small to be considered an actual clinic or hospital. In fact, there are only two other doctors here, a rodian and a mirialan. You also notice that all of the patients are near-humans or non-humans, whom the Empire calls aliens.<br/><br/>The elevator takes you to a dimly lit basement, where some gruffy and rough looking individuals are standing around a table, with small holoprojectors set on its flat surface, creating the bluish holographic image of cityscape, a part of Coruscant you assume.<br/>The figures, in the middle of a discussion pause, their chattetr falling silent as all gazes are set on the two of you. They are as well as others you've seen before nonhumans, in the majority at least.<br/>There is a male bothan with a blonde mane on the left-hand side of the table, then going towards the right a duros, a female zeltron, hardy looking in military-style clothes, a man perhaps in a full pilot suit including a helmet that hid all his features, the dark-skinned human man who was in the speeder when you got away, a rodian and a rutian twi'lek male in expensive robes.<br/><strong>"What's this, Doctor?"</strong>- the zabrak woman asks sharply.<br/><strong>"Calm yourself. I thought our friend here will have some questions and you can answer them. She might also know something you can use, she did escape from that lab you attacked despite my advice, Sill. How many people died in there following your orders?"</strong>- Dia snaps at her, with anger that hardly suits her.<br/>"Please, ladies." - the masked man interrupts them before they could start an argument -<strong>"I'm sure our guest can talk for herself. And Doctor, I understand your ideals don't exactly agree with our actions, but yoru fianceé knew the risk he took."</strong><br/>It's clear that there is more going on here than it seems. The local resistence is hiding under the clinic.