He was actually quite happy to have the Twi’lek sit by his side, though he was just a tad bit uneasy around all these people without his ‘security blanket’, however that did not make him dangerous or the sort.

Just as he’d go to compliment Saph, he’d hear some new recruit step forth and begin talking “Yeah, ni- Who the hell are you?” He’d somewhat remark in surprise – he was unaware of this new one but the way he kept talking about fighting made his skin crawl and itch with uncomfortable…annoyance.

Begrudgingly turning his attention away from the Squad Leader he would stand up “So…I take it you didn’t read the briefing…” Madman muttered, as Aron replied “I skimmed – It said I could keep a weapon on me so I guess that means we’re going to fight and maim someone…” Aron would reply back, all to Skjoll’s unhappiness.

This man…or was it a boy? Hard to tell by his general personality  “I don’t know who you are…” He’d hiss, clearly upset though not quite afraid “Well try not to die!” He’d hiss forth again, as he began to move away from Aron,  from his initial seat and to the other side of the  room so he could calm down.

Aron on the other hand arrogantly shrugged, Skjoll in his opinion was just a step from angering the Private, his fingers tracing over the groove of the handle of his combat knife, admiring the smooth grip that remained connected to the sharp edge itself.

“Just stay out of my way.” He’d retort in a hotheaded manner, a way that drove Madman to lean forward – struggling to remain calm, mostly for the mission and for his Squad leader. That stubborn ‘boy’ in his mind was far from earning any points of respect in his book.

He was even more greatly annoyed by this one, so much so that whatever his name was he couldn’t quite remember it. Yes, that’s it…and how he’d like to drive the end of his Gaderfii staff right into…though he couldn’t really elaborate into such a selfish thought as the squad started to head out “Put all that crap away and stop playing with toys.” He would crassly remark.

“Oh yeah? And How about I…” Arok would fume before being cut off, “You put that gear away? Smart thinking…by the way, we’re off to do some wonderful Skulldugery, your free to join us so long as you’re up to not acting like a dullard?” Madman would crassly reply again as he straightened himself out, “Try covering that tattoo…we’re supposed to make-believe we’re merchants, not pirates or criminals.” He’d grunt, not offering the private the opportunity for a comeback as left down the ramp ahead of him, following the rest of the squad.

While outside, Skjoll would sigh in a frustrated manner “If I don’t kill him, let’s pray something else does.” He’d mutter, as if the thought of being separated from that lovely mask that was waiting for him back on base wasn’t enough, he had to be on the same squad as some sort of…murderer.

True, he murdered plenty of Tuskens, only difference is that Raiders can fight back. From behind, Madman would feel a hand slap against his back, he didn’t have a chance to brace himself so he stumbled a bit “Just stay focused – I don’t want to taking any more blaster fire than needed on this mission.” Tank would remind him, as Skjoll will nod

“Don’t worry, I’m not the one you need to worry about.” Madman would reply, shortly after Arok would have finished his death stick and started his way down the ramp.

I don't need this. Not when we just got here!

Saphira thought as she brought her gaze on the group. It was with agreement from Sam that the two newest members were going to be an issue. However, it was Arok that made her more nervous.

"Look, we don't need to have this blown. Arok,this is a undercover mission. You need to be more like a merchant." She snapped. The whole group was still in the hanger bay,but there was always the security watching. They couldn't risk the NR having eyes on incoming ships.

"What do you need us to do?" Tank voiced and stepped up to her.

"Alright. In order for this to work everyone is going to play a part." Saphira started and looked to Tank. "I need you Tank to go with Arok and MadMan to go barter for ancient weapons, or anything that looks interesting. Sam and I will go start out for information and get us a place to stay."

Sam looked like he was about to jump out that he was going to be with her alone. Then again, it was her or Tank. Lesser of evils. She thought and gave Sam a Toothy grin.

Skjoll was mildly disappointed, those boys were such teases by getting his adrenaline all in a twist with such an anticipation to show them his knowledge and they just went down like a buncha whining little knee-bitin' whipper-snappers. Though this disappointment was offset as they arrived at their destination, though he had to admit he wasn't all too excited to be arriving at this place it was upon spying all the relic weapons did he become infatuated with the well crafted devices.

'Well wouldn't ya know - I the sight of brutal and lack of civility makes my fingers twitch...' Skjoll would mildly observe, before being tugged back to the task at hand with a quick glance. Correcting himself, Skjoll browsed the wares "Oooh and this one had pointy bits...an' this one had blunt bits..." He'd ooh and aww, almost energetically which was a fairly different from his behavior on this ship where he mostly sat idly with his eyes closed.

'Hope this charade works...' he'd come up behind Tank and nod "Ai-yess..." he'd hiss, agreeing with Tank, "We're collectors, yeh'see. We heard some tasteful rumors of your establishment and we simply had to come and see for ourselves." he continued the guise of a sly and energetic man, oh if only he could have had a touch of wrinkles he'd have a subtle mask of his own in which to enjoy this more liberally. He worked to subtly please the shopkeeper with proud rumors that may or may not have been true but what sort of shopkeeper could resist such words of good will? Not many if they wanted to keep customers around.

"Why uh, yes! Of course, I posess quite a few valuable commodities...however the weapons I can't keep out front." He'd grudgingly explain, mildly troubled by the sly sound of Skjoll's voice however a Shopkeeper was used to a couple oddballs "I believe I can show you gentlemen though, right this way!" He'd not hesitate any further, no longer would the shopkeeper keep his customers waiting.

Tank took an opportunity to shoot a look towards the two Recruits, mostly to Skjoll who had added a strange bit of dialogue he wasn't prepared for and was mildly nervous by his sudden addition to the inquiry to the Shopkeeper, "Yes, please lead on good sir." He'd smile back as he began guiding the three into a small back room where more valuable and more securely locked up gear.

The room was divided into three sections, uncommon and rare equipment and tools, collectables, and ancient weapons. It wasn't just limited to ancient weapons, but a few hard to come by weapon models.

"Quite the collection, Tradesman." He'd compliment with a mild hiss again, replying in a most delighted voice "Darius, do you think that we will find what we're looking at here, hmm? We've been looking so long, no doubt if this man is a...wise collector he should have what we seek and more..." He'd grin, outwardly everything seemed grand.

Uhg...what's that awful smell...it smells like someone rolled around in the desert and just...decided to lay in this room for a week. Gahk! he'd find the lingering smell of pheromones, not quite fresh but rather the lingering scent smelled quite awful to Skjoll. He was doing his best not to gag or cough - lest they offend the Falleen.

Mildly surprised at Skjoll's behavior, instead of pointing it out he'd play along "Without a doubt. Aren't too many places with this much gear - hope the prices aren't too..." He'd trail off, noticing the Shopkeeper momentarily spacing out a bit, likely from the ego that was being fed after a long time. No doubt there was such a generous stock due to small customer base.

"Right." 'Darius' would remark, enough to shake the Falleen out of his little trance, "Let's go and take a look and - No touching!" He'd sternly advise them, though mostly he was referring to Arok for being the most unpredictable and hotheaded one of the group. Though in such a neighborhood could this clerk, albeit his mild carelessness be trusted? All Skjoll knew is that Pheromones were primarily received through the nostrils, and as such chose to now refuse to inhale through his nostrils. Regardless of how correct he was.