[center][h2]Sol'id Fist[/h2][/center] 

The Mando hustled along with the younger one, having given him a nod of approval at his victory during the melee. No words were exchanged, just a small bit of unspoken respect, before they ran outside. Sol'id burst through the door, gunning down a few mercs that were hustling over to an unknown location. One halted, trying to get his blaster pistol to bear, but Sol'id, despite his bulk, was too quick and buried his Vibroblade in the man's throat. Once the coast was clear, he readied his jetpack. Until Elias had told him that he wasn't going to be joining him. Non Mandalorian women really did complicate things, he supposed. 

"Right," he said regardless, and flame roared out of his jetpack as Sol'id Fist launched in the air. Unfortunately, his pack wasn't the latest model and Sol'id wasn't a small man. He landed heavily atop the roof of the next warehouse, and then launched himself again towards Docking bay C-12, thumping from roof to roof, briefly seeing lasfire in the distance to the south of him. But he had a job to do, and Sol'id Fist never kept himself from fulfilling a job.