[h3]Kal Jaf'lo[/h3]

The Mandalorian bounty hunter had been in his room shaving his face with his knife when the ship entered the asteroid field and started to bounce off every rock in it's way. This resulted in the blade slipping and giving Kal's face a fresh new cut that would just refuse to stop bleeding no matter how much he blotted at it. This did not help Kal's mood, since he was already in a bad mood from this morning when he realized that he had not been paid for last month meaning that he had a bone to pick with the dear captain. Wasting no time once the cannons started blasting the rocks away from the ship, he slipped the blade back into his armor and grabbing his helmet off the table before leaving the room. 

"Where has that slippery bastard made off to." Kal muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway toward the bridge. On his way to the cockpit he heard some voices and looked around the corner to see Siliscus berating a Trandoshian about some battlestations or something. It did not matter to him as all he needed was his money which was all he thought about as he hefted his helmet under his arm before turning the corner and heading toward the pair.

"Siliscus, I need to speak to you right now. It is an important matter that can't wait."