Xim remained silent standing alongside the leader of Rancor Squadron. At least nobody was shooting as initially implied right off. Maybe they could settle this civilly. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth behind is helmet as @Dar'Manda stood alongside him. He was wary of her sightless vision; but he appreciated she could see the greater picture. He knew that @Wer Tracyn, his clan mate, would leap into the fray by his side, if warranted; the Mandalorian hoped it would not be. He listened as @Hauron Solus queried the idea of reading @Cremek "Krayt" Candorus ’s navigation logs. It was not something, Xim would have consented to; but then again it was not his soul they were quibbling over.
“Who isn’t,” he muttered under his breath as the wanted man confirmed that he was what every one of them most likely were, a murderer. A pacifist Mandalorian did not usually survive long.
Considering the consent given, and already wary of the whole circumstance, Xim left Hauron’s side and made his way through the blowing dust, his green armorweave waiverinf over his shoulder in the wind, toward the TIE with a knowing nod to Cremek. He was willing to give the man a chance. If he was found to be an imposter or infidel, it would become apparent readily enough; and if he had forsaken his past, that would become apparent as well. It would be easy enough to allow the man to turn himself over to any of the hunters here, for justice, as he claimed. If he was a pretender, Clan Getacerar would be the first to see that he was brought to justice and did not escape into the cosmos.
As he stopped before @Miri Kryze and her sister, Xim looked at them both. “Nasty business.” he remarked. “Lets get it cleared up.” He gestured to the ship. Together they could check the logs. As a pilot, nav logs was one thing he understood. And then maybe they could get back to the business at hand.
“Who isn’t,” he muttered under his breath as the wanted man confirmed that he was what every one of them most likely were, a murderer. A pacifist Mandalorian did not usually survive long.
Considering the consent given, and already wary of the whole circumstance, Xim left Hauron’s side and made his way through the blowing dust, his green armorweave waiverinf over his shoulder in the wind, toward the TIE with a knowing nod to Cremek. He was willing to give the man a chance. If he was found to be an imposter or infidel, it would become apparent readily enough; and if he had forsaken his past, that would become apparent as well. It would be easy enough to allow the man to turn himself over to any of the hunters here, for justice, as he claimed. If he was a pretender, Clan Getacerar would be the first to see that he was brought to justice and did not escape into the cosmos.
As he stopped before @Miri Kryze and her sister, Xim looked at them both. “Nasty business.” he remarked. “Lets get it cleared up.” He gestured to the ship. Together they could check the logs. As a pilot, nav logs was one thing he understood. And then maybe they could get back to the business at hand.