"Uh... alright." Amir couldn't be bothered to ask anymore. "Is it just the three of us going?"
"Of course. The fewer people, the better. And with you and your cyborg friend, my safety is guaranteed. No need to bring anyone else." Seneal had great confidence in Amir.
Back on Coruscant, when Amir was in his teens, he had started doing odd jobs for Seneal to earn pocket money. Even back then, he was very interested in blasters and used his own money to have Sain get him a small pistol. Not long after, Seneal witnessed Amir's marksmanship.
Moreover, Amir had also gained a rudimentary understanding of the Force at that time and could always do things that were difficult for ordinary people. As this accumulated, he gradually became familiar with Seneal.
Back then, Seneal was just a middleman, gathering intelligence and issuing commissions. Thinking back, Amir and the other kids had all been taken care of by him to some extent. At the very least, the missions he gave them were low-risk and paid well.
They quickly reached the Traveler. Seneal excitedly looked around. "It's mostly the same, hehe. I only flew it once after I got it, just to park it in my rented berth. Hey, why did you install a forge on the ship? Aren't you afraid of an accident?"
Seneal asked in surprise, looking at the huge forge in the empty room.
"It's restricted. There won't be a problem." Amir just stood quietly in the hall, watching him look around.
"What's this, a jetpack? Doesn't look like it." Seneal wandered into the workshop and saw the smart combat pack Amir had made.
"Hey, this is good stuff. I made it myself. It can automatically assist in attacking, has high accuracy, and comes with stun and ignition capabilities. Perfect for... special individuals like you." Amir had wanted to say "old fox," but couldn't find the right word.
"Really? Hehe, I don't have much combat power myself. I really need this kind of thing. If it's useful, I've got to get one." Seneal fixed the backpack onto his back.
"There are buttons on the strap to turn it on and off. The weapons are auto-targeting. When you attack, they will coordinate with you to attack the same target," Amir explained. "Of course, you can also set it to indiscriminate-fire mode, just remember to make sure there are no friendlies around."
Amir was very satisfied with this invention and couldn't help but promote it.
Under Amir's guidance, Seneal activated the backpack. Three mechanical arms quickly extended, moving slightly as he pointed his arm.
"Looks pretty good. Hehe. How much? I want one." Seneal also really liked this thing.
Amir hadn't really thought about selling it; he just built it for fun. But since Seneal asked, he estimated the cost on the spot.
He thought over the components. There wasn't much cost. The important part was the smart system Amir had programmed. The rest was just common parts you could find anywhere, a few hundred credits for a large handful.
"Just take it. It's not worth much. Consider it a gift," Amir said. The Traveler had already earned him more than enough.
"No, no. I must pay." Seneal took 5,000 credits from his pocket. "Things like this are usually priceless."
Amir didn't refuse. 5,000 was a lot, enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for a year.
"You're still the same. Never haggle over money," Seneal said.
"Heh. Maybe it's because the prices you've always given me are fair." Amir walked to the cockpit. "Alright, where's the location?"
"Hehe, no rush. They don't start the fight until tomorrow. Let's go to the spot and wait." Seneal marked a coordinate on the star map.
"What is this place?" Amir asked, puzzled. The map didn't show a name, just a blank planet.
"Obadiah. You've probably heard of it," Seneal said with a smile.
"Obadiah? Don't tell me you're going to the Pyke Syndicate's processing center?" Amir remembered what this place was.
This planet was basically a major stronghold for the Pykes. The infamous smuggling syndicate used the money from selling spice and other contraband to build magnificent bases here, living lives of extreme luxury and indulgence.
At the same time, as a processing center, Obadiah served as the hub for the entire Pyke Syndicate. Countless pieces of information were sent and received here daily. Whether it was business or conflict, important decisions were discussed and made here. Important intelligence from anywhere in the galaxy would also flow through here, to be reviewed by the Pyke leadership.
"If we don't come here, how can we get anything useful?" Seneal said.
"It won't work. Just one base being attacked isn't enough to make the Pykes pull people from Obadiah," Amir said, worried. Although most of the people left here were useless mouths, the top leadership was here. They held the highest power in the syndicate. The security force protecting them was naturally strong.
"But if they know about it in advance, they will definitely move troops. You have to remember, the spice base you discovered is the closest one to Obadiah." Seneal looked confident.
"You still underestimate the importance of a spice base. It's not just a base. According to the Pykes' usual methods, an important spice base is generally located at the source of the spice. These sources are their top secrets, usually hidden, afraid of being targeted by other forces."
"Because once discovered, countless people will come to harass them. People will get ideas about every batch of spice. This puts their base in a very awkward position. What we need to do is tell them that this base has already reached that awkward stage. To maintain the syndicate's authority, the only thing they can do is rush over as fast as possible, hit hard, and show their strength. Let everyone know they are not to be trifled with, and not to get any funny ideas."
"Although this base is lost, in the future, anyone who wants to rob them will have to think twice about the consequences."
Amir listened and nodded. If the Pykes just gave up, thinking, "well, the base is exposed, we can't stop it from being robbed," then everyone would think the Pykes were a pushover. Competitors would be even more ruthless in stepping on them.
So, even though this loss was inevitable, the Pykes had to act, and act even more fiercely than usual, to give those who coveted their money a painful warning and establish a reputation of being inviolable.
"Can we just enter this planet? We won't be captured on landing, will we?" Amir had heard of this place, but only in passing. He knew nothing about the actual situation.
"Of course, we can enter. The Pykes aren't the only ones living on this planet."
"Who else?"
"Hehe. The Pykes' slaves..."
. . .
"Uh... alright." Amir had given up asking. "Is it just the three of us going?"
"Of course. The fewer people, the better. And with you and your cyborg friend, my safety is guaranteed. No need to bring anyone else." Seneal had great confidence in Amir.
Back on Coruscant, when Amir was in his teens, he had started doing odd jobs for Seneal to earn pocket money. Even back then, he was very interested in blasters and used his own money to have Sain get him a small pistol. Not long after, Seneal witnessed Amir's marksmanship.
Moreover, Amir had also gained a rudimentary understanding of the Force at that time and could always do things that were difficult for ordinary people. As this accumulated, he gradually became familiar with Seneal.
Back then, Seneal was just a middleman, gathering intelligence and issuing commissions. Thinking back, Amir and the other kids had all been taken care of by him to some extent. At the very least, the missions he gave them were low-risk and paid well.
They quickly reached the Traveler. Seneal excitedly looked around. "It's mostly the same, hehe. I only flew it once after I got it, just to park it in my rented berth. Hey, why did you install a forge on the ship? Aren't you afraid of an accident?"
Seneal asked in surprise, looking at the huge forge in the empty room.
"It's restricted. There won't be a problem." Amir just stood quietly in the hall, watching him look around.
"What's this, a jetpack? Doesn't look like it." Seneal wandered into the workshop and saw the smart combat pack Amir had made.
"Hey, this is good stuff. I made it myself. It can automatically assist in attacking, has high accuracy, and comes with stun and ignition capabilities. Perfect for... special individuals like you." Amir had wanted to say "old fox," but couldn't find the right word.
"Really? Hehe, I don't have much combat power myself. I really need this kind of thing. If it's useful, I've got to get one." Seneal fixed the backpack onto his back.
"There are buttons on the strap to turn it on and off. The weapons are auto-targeting. When you attack, they will coordinate with you to attack the same target," Amir explained. "Of course, you can also set it to indiscriminate-fire mode, just remember to make sure there are no friendlies around."
Amir was very satisfied with this invention and couldn't help but promote it.
Under Amir's guidance, Seneal activated the backpack. Three mechanical arms quickly extended, moving slightly as he pointed his arm.
"Looks pretty good. Hehe. How much? I want one." Seneal also really liked this thing.
Amir hadn't really thought about selling it; he just built it for fun. But since Seneal asked, he estimated the cost on the spot.
He thought over the components. There wasn't much cost. The important part was the smart system Amir had programmed. The rest was just common parts you could find anywhere, a few hundred credits for a large handful.
"Just take it. It's not worth much. Consider it a gift," Amir said. The Traveler had already earned him more than enough.
"No, no. I must pay." Seneal took 5,000 credits from his pocket. "Things like this are usually priceless."
Amir didn't refuse. 5,000 was a lot, enough for an ordinary family to live comfortably for a year.
"You're still the same. Never haggle over money," Seneal said.
"Heh. Maybe it's because the prices you've always given me are fair." Amir walked to the cockpit. "Alright, where's the location?"
"Hehe, no rush. They don't start the fight until tomorrow. Let's go to the spot and wait." Seneal marked a coordinate on the star map.
"What is this place?" Amir asked, puzzled. The map didn't show a name, just a blank planet.
"Obadiah. You've probably heard of it," Seneal said with a smile.
"Obadiah? Don't tell me you're going to the Pyke Syndicate's processing center?" Amir remembered what this place was.
This planet was basically a major stronghold for the Pykes. The infamous smuggling syndicate used the money from selling spice and other contraband to build magnificent bases here, living lives of extreme luxury and indulgence.
At the same time, as a processing center, Obadiah served as the hub for the entire Pyke Syndicate. Countless pieces of information were sent and received here daily. Whether it was business or conflict, important decisions were discussed and made here. Important intelligence from anywhere in the galaxy would also flow through here, to be reviewed by the Pyke leadership.
"If we don't come here, how can we get anything useful?" Seneal said.
"It won't work. Just one base being attacked isn't enough to make the Pykes pull people from Obadiah," Amir said, worried. Although most of the people left here were useless mouths, the top leadership was here. They held the highest power in the syndicate. The security force protecting them was naturally strong.
"But if they know about it in advance, they will definitely move troops. You have to remember, the spice base you discovered is the closest one to Obadiah." Seneal looked confident.
"You still underestimate the importance of a spice base. It's not just a base. According to the Pykes' usual methods, an important spice base is generally located at the source of the spice. These sources are their top secrets, usually hidden, afraid of being targeted by other forces."
"Because once discovered, countless people will come to harass them. People will get ideas about every batch of spice. This puts their base in a very awkward position. What we need to do is tell them that this base has already reached that awkward stage. To maintain the syndicate's authority, the only thing they can do is rush over as fast as possible, hit hard, and show their strength. Let everyone know they are not to be trifled with, and not to get any funny ideas."
"Although this base is lost, in the future, anyone who wants to rob them will have to think twice about the consequences."
Amir listened and nodded. If the Pykes just gave up, thinking, "well, the base is exposed, we can't stop it from being robbed," then everyone would think the Pykes were a pushover. Competitors would be even more ruthless in stepping on them.
So, even though this loss was inevitable, the Pykes had to act, and act even more fiercely than usual, to give those who coveted their money a painful warning and establish a reputation of being inviolable.
"Can we just enter this planet? We won't be captured on landing, will we?" Amir had heard of this place, but only in passing. He knew nothing about the actual situation.
"Of course, we can enter. The Pykes aren't the only ones living on this planet."
"Who else?"
"Hehe. The Pykes' slaves..."
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