Ralina grumbled to herself. The viewport on her ship was a useless narrow slit. She couldn’t have been the only captain to find such an addition useless; then again, the Hutts who tended to use these ships were fond of gimmicks and redundant features. As her crew ambled around her on the bridge of the Mercantile Gem, she activated her chair’s tactical readout. Displaying several hundred kilometers around the ship in a three-dimensional diagram, the hologram proved invaluable to her. “Republic ships?” Ralina asked. “Pirates, then?” Posh asked no one in particular. “None, Captain,” he replied.