Jamulon Tiure was not having one of his better days when he slipped himself into his Hutt Armour, it barely fit, reminding him his bulk had grown somewhat since the time he stole this set from his Dear Father, but with the aid of a pair of droids and a suitable ammount of lubricant, it was fitted and sealed.
He slid down to the hangar of the vessel to re-knew himself with the weapon systems of the armour and his duelling form, rusty after years with no practice. He fought innefectively, but due to his massive bulk and armoured shape, he was still as effective as a combat bulldozer.
A klaxon sounded after several hours letting Jamulon know the Maurauder Corvette had arrived at Mandalore, moving from Hyperspace and waiting outside Mandalorian Space. He opened the communicator and sent a hologram to Zuthus "Greetings Brother, I am Jamulon Tiure, Governor-Representative of Dantooine, a people who, like you, are brave, hardy warrior farmers, who till the soil as you do, who suffered from the Empire as you did. I would meet with you if you would permit it, to discuss the recent and most distressing words and actions of certain Senators over a barrel of Dantooine Ale. I have not brought my vessel into your space as yet, and await your permission to bring such an armed vessel within your domain. I await your Response, Mandalore."
The vessel showed no signs of hostility, as befitting one warrior entering anothers territory, showing Zuthus respect and honor.
