Avarice hums looking over as he sits on the bed as a rectangular, very flat edged, 'blade' slides from the hilt that separates about half way into two square 'blades'. He taps it on the bed a few times, it making a funny humming sound. "Sooo... Don't sepose your open a well paying side job would you??? Humm you look like you could use 2.5 million or so creds... that a good guess?" (and yes that is a guess, sorta

Solan looks at the man.

His voice cold and emotionless.

"I am always looking for work, if it doesn't conflict with my contract at the moment I am willing to hear your offer". Says Solan looking at the man thru his metal and robotic eyes.