<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/32/66/c5/3266c521e7517760de09ab0d9ba3ab85.jpg)</div>“An Administrative Droid, it shouldn't be a problem,” she responded simply.<br/><br/>He didn't need to know exactly what the droid was for.  It appeared to be a standard Administrative droid, but it's programing was a bit different.  Standard class one body for the most part, but it could serve as a slicer droid, as well as advanced security.  She'd have to make sure it's weaponry was offline before it was loaded onto the ship, but beyond that it would withstand the basic examination he was likely to perform before he let it onto his ship.<br/><br/>“My personal opinions on the Republic have no place in this conversation.  I honestly couldn't care less about it at the moment, I'm just ready to move on,” she said, a partial lie.  She wasn't a fan of the Republic, and worked actively against it, but she was willing to keep her opinions to herself.  It was safer that way.  She just wanted to get off planet before she could end up dead or captured like the others.<br/><br/>“It sounds good to me, I don't care what the planet is like.  As for credits.  One thousand now, another thousand upon boarding and the rest when you drop me off safely,” she said, settling in to negotiate.  “I don't want you running off with my credits, but a thousand is a reasonable risk.  You guarantee my safety once I'm on your ship, not a moment before.”<br/><br/>She sat back and took a sip of the Arbenton gin she'd ordered.  She managed not to grimace, it wasn't her drink of choice.  Still, she'd drink a dozen more if it got her on his ship and off Coruscant.