San'sti'tre stands in the corner, unperturbed by the nervousness of the others in the room. His face is a mask of calm, though he exudes just a bit of fear, as is expected. He carries with him his katana, a long, slender sword with only one sharp edge. It is made from diamond, and a rather potent electric current runs through it, in order to absorb blaster bolts. This also helps in victims where nothing more than a quick stab is possible; the electricity runs through their body, frying them where they stand. Like I said, potent.
He looks around the room, and sizes everyone up. He then turns to Beler.
"So, are you the leader of this little venture, or are we independent. And if you are, why haven't we started yet?"
"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy