Mumbin woke up with a barfish belch and looked around. Everyone was gearing up so it was time to get the head in the action, he stole a swig of something someone left half finished and staggered into the cargo bay for his crate of crap. Opening the seal, he was greeted to a leather armor of his people that reeked of, well...reek. Leather armor wouldn't do spit against blaster fire, but then again he's seen stormtroopers fall over from one hit as well like duraplast crabs and he had it modified to hold all his gear without sacrificing movement so he sacrificed protection instead.

"If we go in loud, we have to go out louder, and I got a hangover so can we go nice and quiet, please?"

He winced at his own voice and dropped to his knees when the update blared over the intercom of the at-arrival data update. It felt worse than playing catch with a stun grenade, that was a bad time on Nar Shaddaa with good liquor for the effort. Well since he was on his knees anyways, might as well get changed, Soon enough he was dressed to kill and smelled like the dead.