Xan-Rhu-Tor was at the spaceport, leaning against his ship next to its loading ramp, twirling his blaster around his finger. He had saw the battle from its beginning, the Empire taking down LAATs, Y-Wings, and other rebel craft one by one. It was almost surprising, really, given how poorly prepared the planet had seemed beforehand. He had been waiting on the governor for a few days, though, so he reasoned it was likely an intentional ambush. In any case, no rebel force would be taking Belona on this day

"You should really listen to yourself, Xan." He muttered to himself. "You had a bad feeling from the start, and now you're on a planet that is likely filled with rebel survivors. There's [i]no way[/i] that could ever make things complicated." Xan let out a sigh. "Whatever, you came here for bounties, and that's what you're going to do."

It had been about half an hour since the fight started, and the air was starting to get to Xan. He wasn't wearing his heated vest, and being a cold-blooded individual, the cool air was not exactly comfortable on his bare scales. He stepped back inside and closed up his ship, enjoying the sensation of the warm air within. He returned to the main hold of the vessel and set his blaster down next to the datapad on the table in the center of the room. Technically, he could head over to the Imperial Palace immediately to await the governor's arrival, but with recent events, that would probably not be a good idea. For a Tiss'shar like him, stormtroopers were hardly friendly at the best of times, and with rebels running around the city, it wasn't going to get any better. Of course, he had all the proper documentation. On his datapad, he had an official invitation from the governor herself, scannable for easy verification. He was a guest of the Empire on Belona. That, however, would matter little if they shot on sight. He didn't feel that killing the Empire's soldiers would be great for first impressions, even if they didn't care about their lives. 

For the moment, Xan sat down in a chair, leaned back with his feet up on the table, a hand on his blaster, and his eye on the loading ramp. Until the city settled down a bit, he was fine right where he was.