"WHAT!?THEY DON'T WANT TO PAY!?" Dha Piruna was trembling in anger.
"What do they even think who we are? Some puppets they can control completely by their will? I must report this to the Mandalore I am su...uh?" Disbelief diffused in his face as he read the message from NovaPG completely.
"I guess I will have to call him anyways" he thought and pressed the contact button with the golden script nameplate "M A N D A L O R E" on it...they had to talk about this too - but later.
"Um, yeah? What is it?"
"John, it's me. I have some news for you. NovaPG doesn't want to pay our first kills. But they" "WHAT?"
"Hey calm down - they made us an attractive offer we can't decline."
"Oh, that must be a really great offer so that you old greedy bast*** accept it so calmly."
"Yes it is. Listen up and take a seat. They are offering us limited access to their shipyards. You know what that means?"
"I am more asking what "limited" means...One Katana Blaster, eh?"
"Nonono, listen! Only our highest ranks are allowed - get a ground now - to fly their ships and are given limited access to their equipment. But here I must repeat that only our highest ranks are allowed to do so. If they see some John Doe mandalorian flying around in one of "their" ships they will immediately cancel their contract and hunt us down."
"That are great news. But as you said we have to be very careful. Dragon equipment needs both our and - more important - approval from NovaPG. So before you get anything ask their highest ranks for permission.
Well, I am quite...busy here. Please contact all consuls of that. And send NovaPG our accordance with their offer."
"Ok I will do. Have fun with your "serious business", Mandalore. Goodbye"
What a great opportunity that was. Their old ships were damaged due to those frequent battles the last weeks. With that new equipment they would be fully operational again - and even more powerful. And that would cause even more money on their accounts.
"Hmm...I could get a golden nameplate on my desk..."