"Woah woah woah, weren't you the one to just tell me clients are clients? We common folk aren't allowed to be hypocrites, we leave all the hypocrisy to the politicians remember?" Tor said as he took his feet off the dash console. Admittedly Tony had, had his fair share of religious zealots and freaks come his way, usually with spears and force powers if he was really unlucky. He stood up as their ship slowly began making its way towards the docking bay. "Droids usually are a pain in the neck, especially assassin droids. Always trying to kill you and with no sense of humor, very unpleasant." Tor retorted as he headed towards their rooms. His was very Spartan, a simple bed, large open area for working out, simple desk for drawing up new schematics of vehicle designs, and an armory for a closet.  He began grabbing missiles, darts, grenades, jetpack fuel, power cells, everything he needed to eliminate a small army. Tony relied on Tor to identify and possible threats and reduce them to a smoldering pile of ash and then some.

"After this job we'll need to make a stop at Mandalore for a few days, Mnada'lor is having a meeting with the clan chieftains and its a mandatory one. Face time only, no hologram sittings allowed. I'm sure you'll find yourself something to keep you occupied. Both Mandal Motors and Mandal Hypernautics, both leading edge companies on starships. No doubt you could do a little digging and find some new schematics to retrofit the ship with even more wires running down the corridors." Tor joked as he stepped out of his room and locked his helmet into place, waiting for the sound of the sucking to his neck seal. Space stations always made Tor nervous, the idea of getting sucked out a gaping hole into the void of space was unsettling to him. However with his suit and his jetpack he could survive a good half hour in need be in the vacuum of space. 

"Now lets get down to business shall we?" Tor whirled his pistols before sliding them into their holsters.