Switch listens to you each impassively as he picks up the proffered credit stick. R5 glides to a corner to begin interfacing with a control panel set low into the wall. Switch only interjects when Ganga Lor is mentioned. "Ganga? You needn't worry about him. He is simply a leader of a small gang, despite his bluster. In fact, he has been threatening to destroy me every week since we both arrived on Sel Zonn three years ago. He is nothing to be concerned with."
Once the weapons are produced Switch's eyes seem to become brighter. Still listening to the debate amongst the group, he picks a blaster up to inspect it. Once your discussions and offers have ceased, he replies,"Military grade weaponry, eh? And newly issued it would seem." The droid chuckles. "You are a bold lot indeed- a bit fractious but quite bold."
Switch inspects the second carbine. "Very well. While I certainly could use beings such as yourselves in my service, and I appreciate all your other offers, these weapons will suffice as payment- and they shall even earn you an extra tidbit of information."
Turning his attention to you again he says, "Your cargo is in Hangar Bay 1, on Blue Deck. Blue Deck is an exclusive area of Sel Zonn Station, an area where Imperial loyalists dwell and work. Access to this deck is not restricted, although non humans are only allowed entry in their capacities as servants." Switch sneaks a glance at Ardon as if gauging his reaction.
"I thought it quite clever to have the cargo transferred to Blue Deck." he explains quite cheerily. "In the case of a routine search for contraband, the Imperials would scarcely think to look right beneath their noses; in fact I calculate only a 3.1 percent chance that the cargo would be discovered ."
Switch pauses as if waiting for you all to agree. "As to the nature of the cargo; the correct question is not what it is, but rather who it is." The droid laughs at his own witticism. "You see, within cargo crate 3594941ET is another Alderaan Security agent, encased in a block of frozen carbonite."
"Amusing is it not?" Switch asks. "This agent shipped himself as cargo to avoid detection.Transported from the planet Empress Teta in the Deep Core, to be precise, where, I have deduced- with 99.5 percent accuracy, he was spying on Imperial activity."
"You see," Switch says, now assuming the conspiratorial tone," It seems that since the declaration of the Empire, hundreds of Imperial warships have blockaded the few trade routes into the Deep Core region. In addition the Emperor has diverted a great deal of resources into that area, and transferred numerous loyalist nobles to Deep Core worlds, all in support of what the Empire calls the 'Deep Core Security Zone'. The reasons for this expansion into this region of space are unknown."
R5 returns, and Switch picks up the carbines and extends them toward the astromech. Two claw arms from the R5 unit grasp the weapons, and the droid zooms away to the corner again.
"My droid has dispatched Doctor Fenn," Switch informs you. "and I have shared all that I know of this affair. I am sure you have questions, which I am open to answer, quite freely. I do enjoy the company of such spirited and daring freebooters as yourselves." he says, clearly happy.
