A tall human sits in front of the holoprojector, looks at it for a few seconds, gathering his thoughts, and then begins speaking with a slight drawl not common to Coruscani such as himself. "Well, ah...I bought this holoprojector to use for recording my transactions, just for the sake of remembering things I did as I grow older, and to confirm with myself that I accomplished this or that, so..."

He pauses a moment, looks at something offscreen briefly, and then continues "Well, I purchased a new YT-2000 yesterday. I plan to use it to go and pick up some of my employees with, as most of them are scattered across the galaxy, and the 2000 is one of the fastest ships ever made. I traded my Muurian transport for it...had no use for the bloody thing. I'm better off with the 2000. I traded my spare CR-90 for several buildings, and some new fighters, which I'll have the techs go over and certify as spaceworthy before I start looking for pilots."

Falin sighs, then leans forward, staring straight into the holoprojection lens, as though confiding a secret to an old friend "Hopping around the galaxy picking up these ships is getting a bit...old. I wish I had something better to do, even though Metuki tells me that this is what's best for the family. I understand that, really I do, but...it's monotonous, to say the least. Just checking over my ships day in and day out, with only my techs, guards, and crewmen to keep me company...my patience is wearing th--", the last few seconds of transmission are swallowed up by static. The holodisks must have been corrupted.

Falin reaches forward and flips a switch, and the holoprojection fizzles out into nothingness.