Refined tibanna and high quality electronics were where we made our money, and that had attracted some attention. One of our most famous products, The Lego bricks didn’t make any money, we sold them cheap, barely paying for the cost of fuel and crew to ship them, and mostly donated them to orphanages and charities, it made great for PR and we had all agreed that giving toys to poor children was definitely worth the (minimal) cost without attracting more attention. We had started producing more of them and now pirates never saw them coming. It had been a cinch for him to infiltrate the relatively lightly guarded government agency. While I made it humanoid to help him blend in, he could climb walls, bend his limbs at impossible angles and had four of my small spider bots to help him. The Ninja basically used all the tech I had to infiltrate Grakkus’ palace years ago, minus the Force.
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I had also sent the prototype of the Ninja series infiltrator robot to erase our home base from public records on Coruscant when both Palpatine and Damask where officially attending some kind of conference on Chandrila, they were probably doing a little S&M with red glow-sticks on the side in my opinion. We diverted part of the nanites produced to set us up in the Nuvar system. With the funds it had been simple to start the company and grease a few palms to facilitate things. After a few weeks supervising the work in the Niryl system and building a stockpile of merchandise, we had quickly bought an old Gallofrey GR-45, upgraded it and used it to quickly sell our surplus. Setting up BIKTAM Enterprises had been relatively easy. She skillfully used the impressive computing power I had put in her frame to help run the business, while taking care of the kids at the mixed orphanage-daycare center we had built in our compound on Nuvar when she didn’t accompany us in our travels. She had also been a tremendous help in setting up and running the company. I didn’t know whether to be happy that I couldn’t sense any ill intent from her, or be frustrated that I didn’t react when she entered. Most of the time, she just simply quietly walked in my room and pinched my nose. While T3 had been very good at this, using the knowledge he gained from another old passenger of this ship, a droid known for his deadly pranks against meatbags, it was actually M0-M3 who was the undeniable champion. I had to limit the number of tries per person to once a week to be able to sleep because I made the mistake of telling them they would win a small favor from me every time they managed to get me. I had given Tiina, Mireille, T3-M4 and M0-M4 one off codes to temporarily deactivate some of the security in my quarters and asked them to try to prank me in my sleep at random times. We had started this little game about a year ago when I asked Master Yabral’s advice for improving my ability to sense danger. “Ha, you didn’t get me this time T3.” I said to the astromech. After I grabbed the little machine with the Force, I heard a few disappointed beeps from outside my door. Looking around my quarters in the Ebon Hawk, I saw a small mechanical centipede crawling up my bed. I rolled out of my bed, grabbing my pistol in the same motion. I woke up suddenly, feeling danger near me.
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