Caster lit his tabac cigarette and waited for the captain to address him. He took a drag and let it out slowly. "What's the problem with my fighter? I've made a few special modifications to her myself. SHe'll out manuever any imperial TIE fighter at the drop of a hat." He took another slow drag from his cigarette and inhaled, letting it out slowly. "I understand my orders, Cap." He sniffed once, as iff to clear his sinuses and let it out just as fast. "I'll just need twenty minutes to finish my overhaul. Guidance and Nav were a little out of date."

Caster didn't bother to join in with what he thought was a stupid chant. It had nothing to do with Mandalore. Or mandalorians. Or anything remotely... inspiring to him. Whatever. As long as he didn't fight it, he was sure he could get away without having to chant along. When the chant was over, he took the last puff of his cigarette and put it out on the instep of his boot and cracked his neck before walking back to his fighter to make final adjustments for his overhaul and to prep for takeoff.