"Tis true clients are clients, and money is money, and alive people become dead people! The cycle of life." Tor said as he finished welding the part he was working on and put his tools away. He grabbed his helmet and placed it on its holder on his lower back and headed for the repulsor lift. It took only a few minutes to make his way to the bridge through all of Tony's wires and circuits that were strewn about everywhere. The doors opened and he headed for his usual seat and propped his feet up on the dash and picked up his datapad and scanned over the news and possible new bounties in the area. Never hurt to make a little side money on the way to making a lot of money.

"Hey don't me making fun of my cooking, I make a mean Gundark Rangoon. I guess though you aren't accustomed to the hardcoreness of Mando'a culinary savoryness." Tor joked as he scanned Imperial channels for any news that might be relevant to the duo.