"They are interested." Your father looked extremely pleased when he came back from the surface. He had visited some friends, among them one or two higher officials of the Temaris Defense Fleet. Now he looked like a bounty hunter who just captured a high-value target alive and was expecting a great payout. Father even rubbed his hands and was chuckling like some villain right out of a holo drama. "Very interested indeed. Your instincts were right, son. They shat themselves when they thought about losing that new big, expensive Dreadnought of theirs to some small pirate gang with fighters or light units. The news from Naboo seems to have hugely impacted them. And not only them."
"Oh?" You leant back in the chair. That was good news but apparently father had even more. He didn't continue straight away, instead, he filled two glasses with the expensive Corellian whisky and offered one to you. Then he sat down himself, looking smug, and took a sip.
"Oh yes. It isn't official, but apparently the PDFs of the sector plan to work closer together in the light of what happened over Naboo. All of this is still secret and the idea is that it stays that way, until some corporation or big-time pirate tries something. Then they will notice that there are agreements in place, forcing the rest of the sector PDFs to help the victim out with at least one-fourth of their assets. And not one of these PDFs wish to send their expensive new ships. So…"
"So they need light units that can deliver a punch. Not alone, but in larger numbers, it would be enough."