Despite the fact that the station was in Imperial space, it remained a area of Independence. The man who owned the complex of orbitals and skyhooks had the Moffs eating out of his hands and made the station a safe refuge for people in their line of work. He had already contacted his little shell company and already they were picking up their gains. Some of them being traded straight across for food stuffs and the repairs on Kardai's ships.<br/><br/>He smiled to himself as she slid around him, curious as to what she had in her little container but for now he answered her question.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I just have the usual fare, the munitions and weapons will get us some good money. However that last officer had some nice details on Moffs doing. Figured I could give that to one of the information brokers and get some nice capital or favors from it. At the very least a nice sum of money."</span><br/><br/>He started to guide her towards the heart of the station, the central ring was always filled with interesting wares, food and just about any form of entertainment one could need. There he would sell the information he had and get his prizes. Maybe find a arms dealer that could hook him up with more Ion Pulse missiles to replenish his stock.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"How bout you any thing good."</span>