Pilot: I don't get it: if your family has all the power in the Empire... Why do you guys still do the cruddy grunt-work in the ring? Fernando: (removing hood) Because the ring IS where our power comes from.
Fernando: Look, if you want to control an Empire, you need to control transport. And if you want to control transport, you control the ring.
...And only WE control the ring.
Pilot: But that don't mean YOU gotta work the wrenches. Hire some doofus for that. Fernando: (taking off coat)
No way. Because eventually that doofus sells all he knows to the highest bidder.
Pilot: But you can't keep the secret forever! Eventually some company's gonna steal a ship and figure it out. Fernando: (putting on cap)
Indústria Globo did, once. My great-grandfather sent half the armada to destroy their shipyards until they returned it.
Pilot: Oof. Fernando: And during my great-grandma's reign, they tried it again. She had their entire headquarters razed.
...Got it back the next day.
Pilot: OOF. Fernando: And when two officers broke into a ring and locked themselves inside, my great uncle ordered the captain to fly the ship into a star.
Pilot: No way. Fernando: And later, when plans for a ring were stolen, he had the thieves ejected into space NAKED.
Pilot: Jeez! Ok! Point made!
I ain't goin' near the dang ring! Fernando: Also, it's like super cold in there. Like, for reals.