<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/StarWarsSmuggler1.jpg)</div><em>“An Administrative Droid, it shouldn't be a problem.”</em><br/><br/>Sethcor's eyebrows rose just slightly when she mentioned what type of droid she wanted to bring along.  He installed several programs from such droids into Hector's database over the years so the chimera-droid's usage would be increased dramatically.  Hector's base model was that of a Protocol Droid, but the torso and arms contained many of the retractable tools that an Astromech Droid kept.  The arm and leg servos were altered to represent that similar to a Hunter-Killer, vastly increasing mobility and dexterity should they find themselves in a combat situation.  Finally, programs from those four droids were installed, giving Hector a wide range of knowledge, be it about maintaining, repairing, or piloting various ships, knowing how to trade and negotiate, the ability to speak and translate nearly eight-thousand languages, and knowledge on maintaining and repairing weaponry as well as how to use it.<br/><br/>He spent thousands of credits to obtain the cobbled-together droid over the years and it could be said that Hector was about the only person he could call an actual friend.  Of course, people gave the droid odd looks, but it looked enough like a Protocol Droid that not many gave it a second thought beyond the first look at the strange machine.  Hector rarely left the ship in any case, so that wasn't much of a problem.<br/><br/>As Tara continued to speak, Sethcor made no show of surprise one way or the other at her rather defensive and somewhat evasive reference towards the Republic.  Perhaps she really didn't care about the government.  Perhaps she was a deserter?  That could explain why she wanted to get off the planet.  The war with the Sith has been going on for nearly a hundred years now and it didn't seem any closer to an end than when it started.  There were many soldiers who had enough of it and just wanted to get away from it all.<br/><br/>Finally, she said that she didn't care what the planet was and followed up with a counter-offer of just a thousand credits.  Normally, he'd take it as a deal, but Sethcor wanted to push her a little, "I'm a businessman, Tara, but I'm not a crook.  How about we skip the offers and counter-offers and meet in the middle?  Fifteen-hundred credits and we can go right now.  Hector seems about finished and by the time we arrive at the landing zones, the last of the supplies should be delivered."<br/><br/>He gave her his best, winning smile and left the laserball in her court.  The debate had gone on long enough and he didn't know how long she had been missing, if she actually was a deserter.  For all Sethcor knew, the woman was being watched and tailed, which was not the most beneficial of moments to find himself in.  Depending on the truth of the matter, the longer this went on, the more likely she would be attacked, which would inevitably drag him into it due to his current proximity to her.