[right][b][i]Paradise[/i] - Korens Office
Orbiting Ilos Minor[/b][/right]

Koren indicated the seat opposite him, for someone whose business was so ornate his own personal office wasn't overly fancy. It was a desk, a couple of chairs and a viewport behind him. He was sitting at the desk typing into his datapad when Boqo sit across from him. "Yes Boqo. I have a job for you, delivery job and the recipient isn't going to be very happy with the contents of the package. You're going to take the contents of room 209 to Timana. I'm going to assign some protection detail-" There was woosh as the door opened and Ballick walked in. 

"Boss. We've got a problem, Central needs you." Koren immediately stood up, Ballick never interupted him while on business. So if it was important enough to interupt him it was bound to be important. 

"I'll have central send your bodyguard to the ship. Be ready to depart within the hour." Korens coat billowed as he sped out of the room, Ballick in tow towards the bridge. "What's the issue?"

"Moff Taurus is threatening to engage unless we hand over a patron. He's out there with a Victory Class and two escorts."

"Patron?"

"Elias Joranis."

Koren sighed, a paying patron who rented out hangar space. It wasn't high tier or anything such as the new hangar he had added onto the ship with private security, private guards. All those kinds of things but it was reasonably high end in the regular hangar. He made sure to memorise the names of clients that put extra money in his pocket, it was only civilised after all to know the hand that feeds you. Or at least one of the hands that feed you, not to mention his daughter took a little bit of liking to him. Something he had shut down rather quickly. "Okay Ballick, well a single Victory is nothing to be overly concerned about. Thermal shielding and a fully functional armament is enough to repel that. Though the rest of the working day is probably going to be disrupted, a lot of these people are skittish." He turned to Besh who was hovering alongside him, Aurrie not far behind. He never stopped while moving.

"Contact Tara, have her work prepare compensation rates for establishments on the upper levels." The droidekas outside the bridge curled up  and their shield disabled allowing him entry. Ballick didn't bother to enter instead he just stood there on the outside facing down the corridor. He knew that no-one inside the bridge would harm Koren, after all they were all droids subserviant to him. "Status."

"Sir. The Imperial vessels dropped out of hyperspace approximately two minutes ago." The voice of the Super Tactical Droid, simply known as 'Thinker' or 'Central' was cold and calculating. "Initial estimations of conflict place us the clear victors, however there is the possibility of minor damage and the expenditure of proton torpedoes will be a necessity."

Koren sighed. "Patch me through."

"This is Koren Graeff. Captain off [i]Paradise[/i] and leader of the Golden Exchange. This vessel is a neutral vessel in Hutt Space, as is recognised by the Hutt Cartel, Black Sun, Pyke Syndicate, New Republic and Galactic Empire. Attacking this vessel or a patron of this vessel shall result in swift and immediate retaliation. He looked straight at the camera as he spoke to the next line. "Taurus. Don't be a freaking idiot, I don't care what you're smuggler did it isn't worth the life of you or your men. It's just a waste for you and it's going to mess up business for the rest of my working day. Go home, find a new smuggler and carry on with living your life. Take a page out of Orros book."

He turned to Thinker. "Cut the feed, if he makes the right choice it should be as simple as he jumps to hyperspace. Deploy fighters and power up the shields and ready all cannons." There was a reason he often ran drills with the droids on the weapon embankments, and why he ensured the weapons all fired weekly. That was so that in these situations it only took two minutes to be ready for combat. Virtually all the droids were in position already anyway. "Prepare a couple of boarding ships too, those light cruisers are probably minimally staffed and stuff like this is becoming annoyingly common. I could use the firepower."