It seemed everyone at the table had their own reputation about them, his was the best no doubt, because it was the most awesome out of everybody else's reps. "You can do the kessel run when you pick me up a liter of anoobas like you said you would. Given a few months we would have our very own highly skilled pack of trackers, killers, hunters, and lupine sled team for the annual sled race on Hoth. On the plus side, the ladies love an animal lover. Plus I promise you it will go a lot better than me strapping explosives to swamp rats and training them to run into power generators." Tor said going on with yet another one of his side rants as usual. The man was right, he was always looking for new ways to kill people, and Tor preferred to think himself a master artist in the field of killing.


"Making history is always a nice bonus to getting paid, but that all depends on the mission. I prefer making history and live to tell about it, and making it in a good way not a bad way. When I say bad too I mean I don't kill innocent people for the hell of it, transport slaves, or steal from those who have nothing." Tor said in a serious tone as they followed the stranger. Some Mandalorians didn't care about any of those things, to them a job was a job and it just sucked to be people on the other end of the stick, but Tor held himself to some moral standard. One would be surprised as to how many times people look to hire mercs to terrorize farmers, common folk just trying to make a living to show how powerful their leader is, or to collect taxes from people who are already starving from being over taxed. "Though I image as special a mission as this probably doesn't involve any of those."