Bodaan listened intently as the admiral answered the inquiries posited by his fellow bounty hunters. As far as he could tell, the admiral gave good reasoning. Even if he hadn't and Bodaan still thought the story to be full of holes, it's not like he would care. The Imperials could merely have told the group that they just didn't like these people's faces and Bodaan would be as accepting. So long as the glory is there and he can get his thrill, that's all that matters. Even the credits weren't of any real concern. It's not like the rodian wasn't already well off. Championship races paid a lot more than most bounties, after all.

Once the admiral dismissed them, Bodaan stood up without pause and turned to leave, but stopped when the admiral addressed them one final time, telling them that 1,000 credits have already been forwarded to the bounty hunters. Fair enough. With that final message in mind, Bodaan strode out of the conference room, surrounded by the others, and headed straight for the [i]Phantom Seeker.[/i] 

"What's the word, boss?" asked one of the ship's crewman as Bodaan reboarded his pride.

[color=lightgreen]"Corellia. Multiple high profile targets. Multiple hunters in competition."[/color] The rodian moved passed his hired help, sealing the ship's entry ramp, and sat in the pilot's seat. In a few seconds, they were off to Corellia.