[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Mara"][member="Veryiana Greivex"]
The droid mulled over his options. I mean, he still had that moon Ember Rekali sold him. That was a thing.He could use the moon, somehow, if he played it off right. Then again, that was technically an uncompleted contract--he'd screwed that up. No, it was better to earn his throne, and the place in which he'd put it. He sighed, tapping out a new command line.
"2 million, and a really nice bottle of Old Janx Spirit, vintage 625 ABY. There are maybe a half-dozen of those bottles left in the galaxy. Makes for a great retirement gift," he tapped out, hoping the bottle would be a better bribe than the other toys he had to spare. He muttered under his breath. "If high-end booze can't grease this engine, then I'm crawling up the wrong alley," he mused as he flipped the unlit cigar in his hand.