Child of Mandalore

| Objective | Have maintenance performed on his ship
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It was going to be a short stop. The space station Herrel had landed in was a small affair, little more then a place to refuel and repair. Atin'Galaar lived up to its name, the Deep-X Explorer was an old ship model but a reliable one. Herrel was fairly confident that it could take him from one end of the galaxy to the other without issue. Though it could be a bit cramped. But, it did occasionally need to refuel, and just because it probably wouldn't break doesn't mean it can't break. Take care of your tools and they will take care of you, or so the old adage went.
Herrel had to bend down to make it through Atin'Galaar's door and out into the hangar. However, Herrel was not alone. A Mynock-class light freighter occupied it as well. It was not an uncommon sight, it was a popular model for Enclave civilians. Locally produced, cheap, easily customizable, excellent cargo capacity. Popular whether you were a Mandalorian or an Aruetti. This one, however, was piloted by no Aruetti.
They had exited their ship around the same time Herrel had, and wore the armor of Clan Krayt. Herrel had wired the maintenance fee to the station as he had made his approach, there was little to do but wait while the station attendants and droids saw to his ship. So he approached them, raising a hand in greeting. "Su cuy'gar, Vod. What brings you here?"