A shuttle departs from the Morbus Sire, heading for the big ship. The two pilots steer the ship towards the weird designed spacecraft, following the coordinates sent by the Mandalorians. Decreasing the speed as coming closer to the bay, the shuttle approaches the hangar bay. From the cockpit the Lord Executor looks at the honour guard which was formed. Another meeting with a martial show. He was playing his role well so far, the diplomat, the administrator, the merchant ... he had no opportunity yet to show what he actually was good at. Nor did he desire it though.
The ramp of the landed shuttle lowers and two individuals leave the transport. Both dressed in a light navy uniform without many markings or precious details, yet they looked very ... old-fashioned. The two men, both of a similar height, but only one carrying something, a leather bag in his left hand. They have holsters with pistols, but no other visible weapons, neither an own honour guard or soldiers behind them. Walking along the line of soldiers which formed to greet them, they would approach the one welcoming them.
The slightly taller man speaks after giving a slight bow to the welcoming party. "I am Lord Executor Vespasian Dorn."