As the Vixen docked with the other ship, he hummed a old sea chanty while tossing his vibro-knife from hand to hand. Finally blast doors opened, and he found a lightsaber in his face. Instantly he sent out his mind, scanning the man in front of him;
800 years old, good with a lightsaber, and about to run him through with it.
Nate took a step back wards sheathing his knife and holding up his hands.
"Okay, hold on just a tiny second," even though his hands weren't on the weapon,he had gone into auto pilot, holding the knife with the Force instead. If his new found 'friends' decide to start swinging at him, he would hurl a knife into their throats, not the best way to say 'hello, but that was a big 'IF'. "If you wanted to dance old timer, all you had to do was ask... but really just because I'm a-- was bounty hunter does not mean I'm here to take you friend."
He tipped his head to the woman he saw in the back, then returned his gaze to the man in front of him.
[member="Jakkor Kess"], [member="Xzara Vox"]