Titan Security

607, Titan Security

"Oh! Genius! Long time no see!" Yuri Orlov said enthusiastically from the hologram, spreading his arms as if for a hug. "That magnificent beard of yours really surprised me."

"If possible, I'd rather not see you," Obi-Wan Kenobi said darkly.

"You said you'd keep an eye on me, but... I grew up. See? I grew up..." Yuri Orlov made a rising gesture and could not help laughing. "Santa Claus the arms dealer. Buy ten, get one free—fair prices for young and old alike. That's how I introduce myself these days."

"You damned bastard deserve sanctions, whether from the law or the Force," Obi-Wan Kenobi said in a low voice.

Yuri shook his head. "No, you're wrong, Genius. This world isn't just black and white. Maybe the world is simple to you Jedi Knights, but in a Milky Way Galaxy whose population is counted in trillions, there's far more gray. And I like that color... Just as your little apprentice came looking for me, and just as you've come looking for me now."

"How do I know whether I can trust you? You're still working for the Separatists, aren't you?" Obi-Wan said grimly.

Yuri took a deep drag on his cigar. "You should know that Governor Wilhuff Tarkin is using M-15 Defender assault rifles and M-41 twin-tube anti-tank rockets to hammer Confederacy of Independent Systems droids on Agomar Planet. Oh, and he's formed a mechanized rapid-response force equipped with plenty of Warthog off-road vehicles—made by Fourth Group, sold by Santa Claus. You know, I'm an arms dealer. If I don't sell weapons to fight my own planet, what kind of interstellar arms dealer would I be?"

"I need to attack Sivian satellite of Tull Planet, but I'm short on manpower. I need an army, along with enough weapons