"Not if you are who you say you are," the agent says in a bored tone, tapping at the datapad. "And don't be silly. The Republic does not have a standing military. I represent the Bureau of Undesirables and Immigration."
Now that you have a closer look, the two men accompanying the Bureau agents look more security detail than military.
"No official repair requests have gone through our local office," the Bureau agent says, ignoring your comment. "At this time, due to the necessity of increased planetary security, the Bureau is handling all such requests. Your lack of permit concerns us; even as a private contractor coming from outside Republic space, you should very well know that this is needed to work within Republic space..."
He does not look up from his datapad at all while talking.
"Yeah, I really thought this permit was in order. I still don't understand how such a mix up can happen. I mean, I guess we can't do the repair while this is being sorted out. It would be stupid, and expensive, to go back and forth again though. I guess I'll contact my mom so she can get the right permit to us? Does that sound alright? We were going to look for a place to stay anyways, couple more days shouldn't be an issue."
I always forget that I have one really good social skill.
Relle will try to reason with the Bureau agent when Con seems to flag.
"Sir, is there any way we could dock here until things get transmitted over to us? It was a long flight here, we need to refuel the ship and run some diagnostics, just make sure everything's in working order. It's not exactly a new ship. And then we could get a hotel or whatever, stay a few days, hopefully shorter. Put money in the local economy, though I'm sure the mining operation does well enough. What do you say?"
Charisma +4, Persuade +3, Presence +3.