"The arms dealer has a small crew of a few thugs for security during sales, as far as we know, but he has likely supplemented it.  His freighter could house as many as twenty if they didn't care for comfort, perhaps forty if they crammed in tight.  We don't know where or when the deal will take place, so we can only assume it will be off world or at an on planet location we haven't discovered yet.  We will attempt to maintain our reconnaissance and update you, but do not count on this."  Nestegg paused.  "Information on the cantina staff and interior layout is not available;  you will have to adapt to the situation on the ground.  The address where his freighter has docked will be displayed shortly.  He has, as far as Alderaanian authorities know, committed no crime and is operating under a valid license.  This makes it easy to track him, but the sale will likely be illegitimate, either off the books or to an entity that does not legally exist.  Your objectives remain the same: disrupt the deal if possible, gather what information you can, and, if possible, remove our unknown buyer as a threat.  Good luck.  Nestegg out."<br/><br/>There was silence, and the holoscreen faded to black save for the addresses of the cantina and the dock.