Crim chuckles. "Indeed it is. I am aware. I'm not a dar'jetii in the more complex version of the term. Hell, I haven't even been Force trained. I don't have Force to train, really. No, I follow a different career. As you'll soon see. I'd never part a Mando from his or her beskar, unless he and I were more intimate."
The hangar has no Fury or typical Sith ships. Instead, it just has a small version of the X-70B Phantom ship. A Ship Crim boards. It has a similar-looking living area space, a small galley, a target dummy in the armoury, and two living quarters. Across the walls, there are a couple of holo-posters, some with huttball players, and another with the cover of a bodybuilder.
He approaches the galley, which looks more spacious and well-cleaned, at the far left of the living space commenting, "Make yourself at home, do you need a drink?"
