Z took a sip from his flask as he observed the wreck that used to be the Turtle. He'd heard through the wire that it had Crash landed and been Drug back here for repairs. Though, he wasn't sure why they bothered, it looked to be nothing more then a hunk of scrap now. Sill he found it slightly poetic, for Mandolorian Scum to shoot down the ship of Mandolorian scum. Maybe they knew who owned it and had a vendetta?
Didn't really matter, Z was enjoying this moment. He'd remember this image every time he thought of O'nera, even if they did fix the damn thing.