Ghes turned as the man approached, four droids. One guard and one elderly gentleman. It was lucky that this wasn’t an attack, it would have been all too easy for the four Mandalorians to finish these ones and move on throughout the station taking it over from the [i]inside[/i]. “You should never tell someone where your fleets [i]aren’t[/i] Tiberius. Information is valuable, even more so in these times when everyone and everything is on the move.” He took off his helmet, holding it under his right arm. “What I need, first and foremost. Is for you to ask for my permission before you send your [i]ships[/i] to set a holonet relay on the surface of my planet, and then to declare it is to later become an embassy. We may have an agreement, however we are not a member of your little federation. You cannot dictate to us.”

Tiberius shook his head, "oh no no no, Ghes! No those men were sent to request to build one. I would never force one on you! You see we've been readily preparing our fleets and our men, I've been so busy I have barely had time to leave my office. But why I tell you any of this is because the same reason why you took your helmet off. And your men would never dare cross you, and my men don't want their families in the clutches of the pirates, so we all have our reasons to trust one another. Now I'm sure you don't want to go to my office to speak about what you want, so let's just pull ourselves to the side, heh?" Tiberius took a heave of a breath as he walked to the wall opposite of the docking bay, speaking into his communicator quietly. It was mumbled but he was requesting someone or something to grab something from his officer and to get down to the docking area. He wasn't trying to keep it quiet from Ghes, just others as he gestured Ghes over. 
“Actually I took of my helmet as the speakers are a bit fuzzy and need some work. I also look more menacing when you can see how annoyed I am. Neutrality only goes so far, Mandalore has learned that lesson back during the Clone Wars. Thankfully Deathwatch saved the day, as hard as [i]that[/i] is to imagine.” He moved near the side of the corridor he waved off the Mandalorians who moved to stand near the droids instead of following him.

It wasn’t like Ghes couldn’t handle himself in a fight anyway. I’m in need of two Dreadnoughts, and a Consular-Class. Don’t worry about the turbolasers I’ll manage to retrofit it to my own specifications. I have the necessary funds of your [i]credits.[/i] Though how about the real reason you pulled me aside?”

Tiberius smiled as he shook his head. He took a breath and put his hand out forward. It was calm, like a gesture to pat ones shoulder but only in a stop style, trying to ease or calm things, without touching Ghes. “Ghes… I know you don’t see me as I see you. I consider you a great friend, secondly a great ally. It is I that should not trust you, the Mando’s do have a reputation, do they not?” He smirked, giving his head a shake with a ‘no’ sign, only to the left and the right once, “Heh. Well, “ He continued, trying to speak from his heart as he reached up with the easing hand to cover his heart. “I’m a dying old man, Ghes. And out of all this chaos it’s nice to see I can have a friend in the middle of it. I don’t yearn for power, I don’t want to be a mister goody goody to the galaxy. But whatever the Light was, it destroyed the way of life we had. Not the warring life, I mean, when someone would get a job, earn credits for their family, survive, and have a little luxury. Just to live. Something threatened our way of life, Ghes. And now we have those …” He jerked his hand from his chest to the territory line, “those pirate scum! At our doorstep. Every new day I get more and more reports of them crossing the boundary secretly and rading a town or base on a planet, kidnapping family members. Stealing food, everything people worked so hard for. I am willing to help you out, if you help me out. That old saying isn’t lost with our old ways, is it?”

He took another breath, trying to give a reassuring smile to Ghes before a DFT Soldier comes running up to Tiberius and greets him, saluting. “Leader Tiberius! Your secretary said you needed this as fast as possible!” the soldier handed a datapad over. “Ah, good. Thank you soldier. Dismissed.” He spoke, as he looked over to Ghes, smiling as he looked at the datapad, then to Ghes. “I didn’t know if I’d get the chance to speak to you before we left. I do need your help, Ghes. But first…” He continued, handing over the datapad willingly. “We pulled these off a smuggler a few days ago. I kept them safe for you.” On the datapad, Tiberius had already opened two documents. The first was showing schematics for a [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Davaab-type_starfighter]Davaab-type Starfighter[/url] and the second document showed schematics for a [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mandalorian_cruiser]Mandalorian Cruiser[/url]. “Now now, I don’t want anything for them. The Mandolorians shouldn’t be a puny civilization, and I trust you won’t turn into those pirates. But you said you wanted Dreadnoughts? Ghes, what my fleets are prepared to do… without your help I don’t think we’ll be able to pull it off. But I will be asking a lot of you. Are you willing to hear me out?”

Ghes just shrugged. “We never were a puny civilization, just a diminished one. As for piracy-” He laughed. “-Yeah while in the past the Mandalorians have been on both sides of the extreme warring and peaceful we’ve found a nice little niché. We get enough combat without having to lose all sense of honour especially now. As for wanting dreadnoughts, purely defensive. I’ve got people modifying some old designs for when we have the capability to build them.” He didn’t go on to elaborate anymore, it was a surprise for the Galaxy and he wasn’t going to spoil it. Besides, having ships that nobody knew who they belonged to gave an extra edge upon entering a battle.

“Fine, I’ll hear you out. Though when you want to build your embassy [i]you[/i] will come to me with your offer. If you go to speak about it now I’ll just leave.”

Tiberius nodded and gently took to Ghes shoulder to softly pull him in close so no others could hear. “Ghes…” he spoke softly, “I’m creating a clone army.” Quickly, he shook his head, “No, I don’t mean just something small. Right now I haven’t been able to produce many, but right now I have produced enough. I need your help, and I think I could really use you. Not, use as in… dispose of… But in the old Clone Wars they used a Fett, and with his skills they were perfect. My Clones are mostly best suited to ...well, starship command. I was thinking…. could you offer to be a base for the new clones? It’s not just that…” He took a breath. “We need more bacta and more technology and information on cloning labs. Our main battle fleet is going to strike the pirates head on, and we won’t survive without you. There’s a pirate battle group that’s been preparing above Charros, and we think they are heading to Mandalore. They have more than a few Command Ships in this battle. I wish for you to fight with me on this frontline, but also come with me as we assault from another line. You see the battle fleet of pirates we will attack will call for reinforcements, or so we hope, leaving the other field of battle… relatively clear, except for guards and such. The second fleet is heading to Fondor and Thyferra. My men will do the heavy lifting, but over there could you have Mando’s support my men on the ground against the pirate ground forces? They do know, and have known, we would be coming for the Bacta, for some time now. The Cloning Facility I had built was raided a few years ago, so it’s going to be a battlefield. You help me, I’ll get you whatever you need. This, I promise, friend.”

Ghes looked at the man. “Let’s forget the whole. Clone Army thing for a second shall we. You want a base on Mandalore, presumably to train them as the Mandalorian Trained clones in the old days were always the best. But again, let’s side step that. Mandalore doesn’t exactly have many ships to spare in order to open a second front in battle and no matter what the price is I can’t go risking our main defensive assets. Yes we can defend ourselves easily on the planet however ships are still important to have in orbit.” He looked at the man, he still couldn’t believe he was considering making a Clone Army with all the Galaxies other problems going on. 

“In terms of having Mandalorians helping you in ground skirmishes. That’s different. So standard rates for use of Super Commandos apply, same for the space battle if you want boarding parties. As I don’t see you convincing me to risk my ships on this venture.”