"You know how I really don't have a preference for clientele Tony? Well that is true for the most part, except when it comes to rich nosed snobs of the Corporate Sector. They always hire you to do some job, then they keep adding onto what that job includes and they always forget to leave out important details like they almost want you to fail. On top of that, in all my experiences I had to fight tooth and nail to collect my payment, because after promising me some large crazy amount they hire someone to take me out and it doesn't work and I have to gut them till they pay.... Very exhausting work when it comes to these snobs." Tor said over his headset as he continued to weld the metal plates onto his prototype TX-130T fighter tank that Tony and him had procured from the fungi jungles of Felucia during their last job.

The Nightfury was a large ship for two guys, and each usually kept to their own sections when things got slow or boring. Tony would usually be working on new upgrades for the ship or new encryption modules, while Tor was adding new toys to their arsenal of gear or counseling his clan on where they stood in Mandalorian politics. Besides when they hung out on the bridge, Tony and Tor didn't see much of each other while aboard the ship, each busy with working on something. Each had only known each other for a short time, but the brotherly bond they shared was stronger than beskar, but if Tor had learned anything from growing up in a large clan it was that brothers could quickly get at each others throats if they didn't time to indulge in their hobbies. "The only time I thought it was acceptable they hired someone to kill me was when I got the guys daughter pregnant on accident. It turned out to nothing more than a scare, but man that guy was pissed. Was killing bounty hunters everyday for at least two months."