The hyperspace journey had been a silent and steady two hours since they left the Anaxes system. The battle droids had all been plugged into the charging room to top up not only their batteries but also their weapon charges also bringing the 5 new GNK power droids back to life Greg had already modified the ships transponder changing the ships name to Nova the name of an independent wandering freighter. As he wandered the ship looking over everything that had been salvaged a small smile turned into an elastic grin as his eyes swept over the manifest of salvage documented as it was loaded. A single LAAT gunship, 2 Delta-7 Jedi interceptors 2 ARC-170 fighters, 3 Y-wing bombers and 4 V-19 Torrents. All stowed in the hanger the tree tri fighters were tucked almost on top of each other to make room for all of the craft recovered all of them were in working order, only the deltas being lightly damaged from dozens of blaster bolts.

For the more numerous but still valuable smaller loot the crates were filling every nook and cranny of the ship. The armory was over stocked with over a hundred working blasters including almost a dozen rotary cannons that reminded Greg of the M134 Minigun of his old life. Also stored inside were any destroyed or disabled weapons their power and gas canisters overflowing the meager storage cabinets.

Stored in the airlocks away from anything that might set them off were the three and a half filled carts of proton torpedoes with almost 150 of the hand sized mortar shells. Another pair of large crates held a mix of missiles for the LAAT duel launchers one filled with twenty dark red explosive missiles the other was filled with twenty light blue EMP missiles.

Several dozen boxes and crates filled with everything from spare parts to tools were also found. Just because they could be grabbed also recovered were almost two dozen Malastarian and Rhydonium fuel barrels. Two of them were poured into the speedy's fuel bunker. Also since the bombers use a specific battery instead of fuel a dozen of the Y wings cryogenic power cells were found and likewise stored.

Greg moving steadily down the list. Sixty-eight complete sets of Clone trooper armors had also been recovered with another eight incompletes due to lightsaber slashes. But grinning Greg already knew who would want them.

Dropping out of Hyperspace the scanner showing the last known information above Lothal a massive swarm of greens, blues, and yellows it updated rapidly still showing dozens of green civilian ships the same yellow planetary ships but none of the blue imperial sector ships.

Guess they must of left Greg thought.

Descending into the atmosphere Greg pinged Cikzoo datapad with a quick message and a query

Hey Cikzoo my dear,

I have been a busy man so I may have some interesting finds for you, I'll be in town in fifteen minutes.

As the Speedy landed outside of the town with the Droidicas posted on guard duty. Greg loaded a pair of large crates with fifty of the salvaged armor sets and instructed a pair of B1s to follow along behind. As they started walking away from the ship into town Cikzoo replied

Greeting handsome,

Im intrigued at the work you have been doing and what you may find interesting for me however im sorry but im not near the warehouse right now but my brother Vizago is ive already let him know you're coming im saddened I won't get to see you this time my dear. I however will be back in three days so if you're still around I look forward to seeing you (blue kiss emoji)

Grinning Greg makes up his mind to stay to surprise her it took only five minutes to get to the warehouse where Vizago was waiting for him along with four bodyguard droids.

As soon as he saw Greg he beamed a smile "Hello my wonderful customer!" he laughed "I must thank you for you for your patronage we have made shiploads of credits from all of that beautiful imperial equipment you traded for the Warstar."

As we reached him at the door I replied with a snort "Yep that was me and you're the smooth talking businessman who has been finding me so many useful droids. Also I have renamed the Warstar it's actually the Speedy Gonzalez now."

Vizago laughed again "yes, yes of course and speaking of droids we have found a few more Cikzoo set them aside for you and basically threatened me her own flesh and blood brother can you believe that hmm? To not sell them to anyone but you." he laid his arm across Greg's shoulders and guided him inside both groups of guard droids following behind.

Inside the warehouse were various speeders household droids and other non-military related goods. As the group passed the last shelf that was holding what looked to be prepackaged food. Vizago pushed on a wall mounted glowing pad and a small click replied and the wall slid backwards with a heavy sigh inside was a small nondescript room with a series of control panels hooked up to holo projectors.

"A survey ship, on its way for a pick up with a content found something…." the projector came alive showing something that helped reinforce the fact that Greg was living in the Star Wars universe the bridge tower of a Munificent class command frigate… "Inside the bridge were fifteen B1 battle droids and a single super droid other than them nothing was worth bringing back." Vizago walked through the hologram "because of your desire to continue to buy them I had my people grab them."

Vizago led Greg to another door a crate perched carelessly on a shelf next to it teetered off the edge the lid falling off as it hit the ground inside was something men and women from earth would of laughed their asses off and greg did nearly doubling over gasping for breath and the sight of a dozen robots with feminine curves. Thorough gasp Greg got out a word at a time "Sex…bots….Vizago…. come….. now… my….. Friend" he finished wiping a tear from his eyes as the bodyguard droid stared picking them up and putting them back into the crate.

Vizago laughs as well "hey my friend credits are credits we dont judge as long as they can pay," he ushers Greg further in and shows him the new shipment of droids. The super stood powered down in front of three rows of five B1s

"Now my friend" Vizago said "Normaly we would sell the B1s for 900 credits each and the B2 for 1500 but my sister and i have come to a agreement and decided to see them at a discount so you keep buying from us how does 700 and 1100 respectfully sound?

Greg grins and agrees thinking to himself thats only a little more then buying from the Doreans and transfers the 1200 credits "the extra 400 is a tip and insurance that you keep your eye out."

"Now for the reason i came" greg said motioning to the crate his two B1s had been pushing. As Vizago steps forward a B1 opens it showing off the fifty complete sets of pristine Clone trooper armor his eyes widen in shock and immediately for two thousand credits each netting Greg a respectful hundred thousand credits

Vizago eyes narrow with greed "but of course." he transfers ownership and command authority to Gregs remote and with a push of a button the sixteen droids come to life and follow Greg out and back to the Speedy.

Greg sits at the desk in his stateroom eating a burger looking over the force roster of his available numbers with excitement and pride

8 super battle droids

52 B1 battlegroids

2 droidicas

2 spider droids

3 tri firghters

And nealy 400,000 credits to his name

Tomorrow is shopping Greg Grins