Well, it is a hotel suite- a large and lavish one. There are a number of Sohio's men discretely standing watch from the walls, the other occupants of the room are a number of flunkies of the Viceroy, attending the man himself, sitting on a comfy throne-like arrangement in the centre of the room. He addresses a flunky thusly.
"Tell that idiot that he has to shift things by the end of the Carenoid solar cycle. Our cultural predictions in that area are absolute. And he is to hire as many mercenaries as needed to clear those commerce raiders. And don't tell the guilds!"
He turns to you, guys.
"Now... ahhh, at last. The Jedi are here. Late, of course, while my life has been at risk. This has been intolerable!"