[center][b]Tanya[/b]

[i]"I hope your father knows what he just got himself. It's a pretty open secret that some of those scummy gangs had deals cut with Gotal. They'll come wanting to speak with the new owner about continuing that practice."[/i][/center]

Tanya let loose a chuckle. "Yeah, he knows what he's doing. We've been all over the outer-rim and in mud puddles far worse than 3030. Besides if everything goes according to plan we shouldn't be here that long anyway. In and out kinda job-" She stretched out her hand as if pointing toward the stars. "-Though of course now we'll have to figure out what we're going to do with the Pit once we leave. I don't see us leaving it in the hands of someone like Gurak...-" She looked at the Twi'lek, shaking her head a little before standing up.

"I'm sorry, I'm rambling a little bit. You must have one of those faces y'know? Trustworthy. Or at least one that makes me want to tell you too much about me at the least." She smiled before standing up again. "Anything else I can help you with?"

[center][b]Mar[/b]

[i]“Let’s hope your ad pro life view arn’t needed.”[/i][/center]

Mar just chuckled to himself as the old Clone left. The pro-life view was always a very strange one to have in Mandalorian Culture. Though it wasn't necessary the wrong way. The code was all about honour and victory, nothing said that victory meant that the opposing party had to die. He shrugged it off as he walked into what was now his office, sitting behind the desk after placing his helmet infront of him and stretching his legs. He'd need to figure out what his next move was.

He sure as hell didn't want to be micromanaging this junk-heap all the time.