"You ask me about why you should pay me? Well, let me tell you. You could have plenty of your office skags who generate invoices, who waste your money and who manage to line your pockets, while costing you precious credits. You look at me, and what do you see? You see a man of the world. I have given your information, I have given you materials, I have even managed to provide you with ships and weapons. Where do they come from? I can only assure you they are the greatest quality I could procure. While you would have to worry about the bottom line, I have sought to provide you your goods at the lowest prices possible. I have tapped into means that, while they be less palatable to your more straight-laced paper pushers, are more than effective at meeting your needs. I have twisted the arm of the underworld, and I would not give you anything other the best that I could muster. What cost has been brought about? I am not asking for an arm and a leg. I am not asking for some hefty finders fee. I am asking you merely for enough to keep myself in a filthy, kriffing apartment in the back leg of the trade arm. I am asking for enough to keep my belly filled, and my taste for spirits slaked. And if you should choose to pay me what I have earned, what I deserve, I can assure you that this is not the end. This will be the start of things, the start of gems that have yet to come. I am a simple, Corellian man, with a simple dream. I want to see a greater Dark Brotherhood, one that will continue to live, one that will continue to thrive in spite of the likes of those who would oppose us. I have seen the machinations of a Sith Empire of Orian. I have given them great things. I have provided them with great services. I am offering the Grand Master in standing with greater than that. All that I ask, all that I request, all that I demand is that which I am due. The cost of materials you will find attached to a file on my datapad. Other than that, I want but 10 thousand credits. What I have seen of your coffers, what I have seen of your fleets, what I have seen of the Iron Throne, this sum is but a pittance. Indeed, in paying what I am due, you will earn yourself an asset. I will bring you weapons, I will bring you artifacts, I will bring you vehicles and I will bring them in a way where you will not have to stretch yourself in either credits nor effort to continue to avail yourself of. It would be pure foolishness, given that this price is negotiable after this day. So long as I am kept able to survive, I am more than happy to continue to provide, and afterward you will be free to pay me as you see fit. All I ask is that you be fair. Look within yourself, look at your coffers, look at what we can accomplish together, and I am sure that you will see how easy the true answer is. Ten thousand credits. A pittance for the ACE, no?