Zhu sipped his tea and looked at the technical briefing on the holo hovering above his desk. The layout of the Orb Base was a mass of lines of light. Hazy green areas marked patrol routes and troop dispositions for the Savages 0-12 had filled this maze with, holding hostage the evidence against the Nomads for their malfeasance.
Zhu needed perfect intelligence. Therefore he needed to know what that evidence entailed. He did not physically need it, but his operatives needed detailed scans that he could then analyze.
"They know me, they know me as the cleaner." He could get a ship landed using the pretext of a meeting. The troops could get aboard in secret, smuggled on the outside of a launch. His reputation of solving problems should earn him the goodwill it took to believe he and his delegation weren't there to cause them.