"If you walk away like this, you'll regret it, Mr. Sunil Chetri. This deal could mean millions of credits in profit. With that money, you could even buy a decommissioned military cruiser," said the mysterious Corellian broker.
James Bond turned back and said coldly, "I want money, but I want to stay alive even more! A hundred 500,000-ton tractor beams in one order—I don't know who besides a fleet could use that many. Don't tell me I've just landed a Republic military contract... Unless you can prove these goods are really for engineering, find someone else."
"I guarantee it with my character!"
"Character? Heh. Goodbye." James Bond waved a hand and turned to leave.
"Let me see your merchandise!" the broker called after him.
James Bond looked back and said flatly, "I choose the location."
"My assistant will accompany you throughout, and I will remain in contact at all times," said the broker.
"Huh? Th-this..." The Bith assistant was badly startled. He looked at the fierce-looking Gabriel Tosh beside him, terror filling his heart.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?" James Bond cut in first.
"N-no problem..."
James Bond said no more and brought him directly aboard his ship. Nova took the controls, entered coordinates known to no one, and piloted the ship to an uninhabited star system.
There, a robot-piloted freighter floated alone amid the rings of a gas giant.
Nova docked their ship with the freighter. The group boarded the cargo vessel and opened a hidden compartment, where they found a tractor beam generator more than ten meters long. It looked extremely crude, with countless wires exposed and rough welds in several places. At a glance, it was clearly shoddy workmanship.
Seeing this, James Bond finally put his mind at ease. The Fourth Civilization's Military Intelligence