"Alright, stop pretending. Just connect me directly to Nute Gunray. How could you possibly have that much money? I need to speak with him directly. After all, with such a scandal, it won't be easy for him in the Trade Federation Council. Let's see how much this esteemed senator is willing to pay." Koth kicked Durde, who was sprawled on the ground wailing.
Durde wiped away non-existent tears. "I didn't expect you to know all this, Governor Koth, but I really do have that much money." Durde stood up and thought for a long time, finally deciding to contact Nute Gunray. However, it was very likely that after this, his position as captain would be in jeopardy. Still, he could just spend a few more credits to get promoted again, as he was a staunch supporter of Gunray.
Soon, Koth had someone bring over a holographic communication device, and he told Durde to access the Trade Federation channel to contact Nute Gunray. In a short while, Durde completed the connection, and Nute Gunray's image appeared before them.
"Wait, you're not Durde. How did you get my private communication, and through Durde's channel no less? Isn't he supposed to be on Coruscant, trading with the Zygerrians?" Nute Gunray exclaimed in surprise.
"It's a long story, Senator Gunray. Your secret dealings have been discovered."
"Secret dealings? We are completely above board. If the price is right, just name your number of credits. As long as this isn't reported to the Republic, this deal must be completed." Senator Gunray was still intent on completing the deal with the Zygerrians.
"Complete the deal? I don't think that's possible, Senator Gunray. The slaves aren't even the most important thing. What's most important is that I've learned of Captain Durde's murder of Republic Judicial Forces personnel. What do you think would happen if the Republic Senate found out about this? Furthermore, you're even cooperating with the Judicial Forces in the Outer Rim." Koth then played the footage of Durde sending people to kill the Judicial Forces.
"OK, OK, name your price." Gunray finally relented. After all, if this went to the Senate, someone might immediately impeach his senatorial seat and launch an attack on the Trade Federation, or propose some bill to deal with the Trade Federation.
Koth pondered, "Hmm… I want all the cargo and people on this ship, plus twenty million credits. I think that's a very good price, what do you say, Senator?"
"This is robbery! You damned pirate! You damned Durde! Do you know how many credits these goods are worth?! We stole them from other planets!" Gunray exploded in anger, knocking over something on his end.
"Calm down, Senator Gunray. These credits are far less than your future losses. After all, it's only a few tens of millions of credits. This cargo ship alone is worth at least forty million credits, and you have thousands of such cargo ships. So, think about it."
Finally, Gunray lowered his head and thought for a moment. "Alright, I agree. I can even give you more, but in the future, Trade Federation ships passing through the Mandalore system must not be boarded and inspected. If you agree, thirty million credits and all the cargo and slaves on the ship are yours."
"Pleasure doing business. Just transfer the credits to this account." Koth readily accepted. After all, there was no reason not to make money from the Trade Federation. Even if he accepted, there were still many pirates in the Mandalore system, and the pirates hadn't accepted anything.
"Durde, I'm deducting these credits from your bank account!" Nute Gunray angrily hung up the communication.
Durde was completely despondent, as the thirty million credits were being deducted from his account. Soon after, Murto burst in looking for Koth, and upon opening the door, immediately embraced him.
"Governor, my amazing Governor-nephew, the treasury account suddenly has thirty million more credits!" Murto was overjoyed, but Koth quickly pushed his fourth uncle away. Don't be so excited in front of the prisoner; you can shout when you're outside.
"Thank you for your generous contribution to the Mandalorians, Captain Durde. Once we send people to clear out the ship, you can leave with your crew." Koth thanked his current biggest benefactor and then left the room.
As soon as Koth left the room, he immediately announced the good news to everyone. Furthermore, everyone in Vadir would be rewarded with five hundred credits. Share the wealth; five million credits were distributed to improve everyone's lives.
He ordered all personnel from Koth's security company to board the ship and begin transporting the cargo, and to bring back all the B1 droids as well. They could be modified to become auxiliary troops for the Mandalorians, or converted into droids that could assist the townspeople.
Koth summoned the company's technical team, asking them to modify the B1 battle droids' systems and install simple intelligent AIs. At this time, the townspeople, hearing the news, quickly drove their landspeeders to the cargo ship to help the soldiers.
People diligently transported the goods from the ship into the warehouse. The technical team on the ship had already completed the modifications to the B1s, and immediately had the B1s take over these tasks. Koth and the people worked hard together to transport the goods, and after putting them in the warehouse, they still needed to perform inventory checks and verification.
The Rancor, which had caused chaos, also came from the ship to the ground of Vadir. Koth led it to a specially prepared room for it, keeping it close to the camp so that people could interact with the Rancor, as long as they didn't make any dangerous movements towards it.
The four-day operation of transporting goods was still ongoing, and some personnel had been freed up to register the slaves, so that people could come and pick up these slaves or have them live in Vadir.
At the registration office, thousands of slaves who had been abducted, robbed, stolen, and sold were queuing up for registration.
"Name, species, homeworld, why you were enslaved, and your future destination," a registrar asked the Mon Calamari in front of him.
The Mon Calamari truthfully answered all his information, hoping to return to his homeworld soon.
Looking at these slaves who had been trafficked from various planets, Omen asked a question, "Boss, didn't the Republic abolish slavery a long time ago? Why are there still these scumbags engaging in such activities in the galaxy?" He asked Koth, who was beside him.
"That's why not studying is still a problem. Since the Ruusan Reformation, the Republic's control over the Outer Rim has weakened year by year, which is one reason. The great war two years ago further solidified the Trade Federation's position as the dominant power in the Outer Rim. So they are rampant in the Outer Rim, and slave transport is just one part of it. They can even manipulate the economies and supplies of most Outer Rim planets at will, and oppress any planet as they please."
"So the Republic completely ignores it?"
"No, some planets don't even have their own senators, and even if they do, they are corrupted by the Trade Federation and simply cannot speak up for their people. Moreover, trade in the Outer Rim doesn't pay taxes to the Republic, so no one really manages these affairs. They'd rather spend that time looking for trouble in the Inner Rim planets."
"What about the Jedi? Aren't they peacekeepers?"
"There are only about ten thousand Jedi Knights in the entire galaxy, which is simply not enough to manage everything. They are willing but powerless, as such things are happening constantly in this galaxy. Under permissible circumstances, we can change some things, and we will." Koth thought of the Hammerhead-class cruiser and Aurek-class A-wing fighters he had purchased.
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