[center][h2] Armond Organa [/h2][/center]

My shuttle flies up to one of the landing pads, and is almost immediately swarmed by Mando security. As the hatch opens, I step out with my hands raised. "Now now, my friends. I mean you no harm. I am an ally to your Mand'alor. I have all my identification to prove it." I begin reaching into my robes to produce ID. "We're just here to pick someone up and then we'll be on our way."

[center][h2] Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

I walk out after him. I keep a wary eye on the Mandalorians, unsure how they will react. Just in case they decide to turn on us as well, I grab the lightsaber hidden up my sleeve and prepare to cast some Sith Magick. Under my breath, I say, "Come on... Let us pass..."