[center][h2][color=9e0b0f]Sol'id Fist[/color][/h2][/center] \

The Corellian XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Hammer by Sol'id himself, slowly entered the landing zone. The engines slowing made the standard d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d noise, before thrumming as normal until it landed. [i]Ssssssshhhhh[/i]. The stormtroopers and an Imperial officer greeted him. The man seemed on edge, almost as if he was about to piss himself. Sol'id was used to that response. With one booted thud, he stepped heavily out of the ship and onto the landing dock. 

He stood tall and ominous, with his VibroAxe strapped to his back via an electromagnetic sheath. His WESTAR-M5 was in his hands, and his face and body was covered by his custom Mandalorian armor. He breathed audibly, as if he had a hellish engine inside of the helmet. "Who am I to kill?" he asked, his voice gruff and deep. If the Officer hadn't wet himself yet, Sol'id was sure that the man had now. He pointed to the exit of the docks. "T-These troops will escort you to the meeting room." The Mandalorian gave a nod in response, but didn't budge. "I am waiting on a comrade."