Corran walked down the ramp, throwing a credchip at the customs official. "Docking fee, I'll have my droid zip over the manifest. No cargo, we're looking for some work." He ignored the bemused look on the official. At least now he knew without a doubt that there was a tracking device on his hull somewhere. With all the scrambling he had going on and the false transponder, not to mention that the ship wasn't exactly cosmetically different from any of the other YT-1300s in existence throughout the galaxy. He stretched, letting his joints crack as he did so. Chuckles came down the ramp and Corran cast him a glance. "Where do you think you're going?" The little droid spun his head dome and let loose several tones. "I don't think so, everytime you're there I get accused of cheating-" He paused for a second. "-More than I usually do. Get back on the ship, the new droid brain implanted by the Empire is being less than co-operative."

He took off his datapad and handed it to the droid. "I mean I know what we had going before wasn't exactly nice but it was effective. Get it sorted." He looked at Koren, and the others that were descending the ramp. "Now kids, keep out of trouble." 

He tapped one of his pockets. "I'm off to play some Sabaac."