"Look. We have a factory ship. We live in a debris field that keeps us hidden and lets us have a bit of freedom. It doesn't make sense to raid a stationary factory, expose ourselves to reprisal, for a few TIEs we won't want to risk pilots in." Dean stretched back, his hands going behind his back.
"Here's the deal we're offering. Twenty percent of your salvage profits, access to our ship and facilities for repairs, and the ability to program the factory ship to build what you want to design, versus something laid out for fragile little eyeballs."