The man finally decided to show himself, and he approached in a nervous, albeit honorable sort of fashion. Perhaps the Mandalorian wouldn't need to kill him after all. Sol'id didn't retreat or advance from his position. Just as the man was asking about what was going on, Sol'id heard a noise to the side, followed by "[b]I'm going to have to ask you folks to drop your weapons. I'm also going to have to ask who the fuck you people are, and why the fuck you're on my ship.[/b]". 

This was only the 2nd time, and Sol'id was already getting quite tired of people giving him orders, or being asked to put his weapon down for that matter. This newcomer also seemed to be the Captain, just like this one in front of him. He flexed his free hand, opening and closing it into a fist slowly.

The large warrior gave an audible breath through his visor, and the two men in this 'corellian standoff' didn't really seem to know just how close to violence Sol'id was. He made no immediate move or sound, and then as if a self preservation system was turned on within his body, Sol'id realized it would be in the best interest for his contract if he did not attack. "As I told this one-" Sol'id said, nodding to Gavon. "-I do not drop my weapons for anyone unless they have hired me. You can pry it from my cold dead hands, if you have the courage and skill to do so, and I am sure you don't." he replied. He made no threatening moves however. In fact he seemed completely at ease. 

"I was assigned by your previous employer to guard special cargo that has been stowed away upon this vessel, to be delivered to a Skakoan scientist on Manaan by the name of Eraz Molan. I've been aboard this ship for longer than I know, for we have yet to reach that destination. Now that your question has been answered, I'd ask which one of you is Jacque? So far you both have claimed to own this ship, and I would rather not shoot someone useful."