chapter twenty three - act one INSTIGATORS REDEMTION
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The Razor Crest's feet brushing against the sweltering surface of Nevarro, it's ramp lowered, connecting with the ground. From the veil of shadow that hides away the ship's interior emerges four very different beings, all come together for a shared purpose. They ride upon the backs of towering blurrgs, the creatures' footfall heavy, vibrating the ground beneath them. Floating amongst their ranks is a small pod, straying not an inch away from the pack.
The scrutiny within his gaze hidden amongst a facade of politeness, Greef Karga meanders forward to greet the newcomers. Lingering mere steps behind him is a group of three bounty hunters, each armed to the teeth and ready to conquer the threats that'd inevitably be thrust their way. Greef's hands are placed comfortably upon his hips, and his posture is upheld in its ever-pristine nature. His voice raised vaguely so it'll carry throughout the humid air, he speaks, an eerily professional tone woven within his words. "Sorry for the remote rendezvous, but things have gotten complicated since you were last here."
Offering him not the respect of a response, Eden tilts her head at the man, challenging him to step forth and fight them. The loyal band of bounty hunter's tense beneath her stare, their hands meandering down to their holstered blasters. Eden mirrors their actions, her slender fingers toying with her own weapon, though she allows not for her eyes to stray away from Greef.
Greef's resolve remains stoic beneath even the harshest of gazes, playing ignorant toward the war that threatens to break out any moment. His careful gaze examines the four blurrg riders, passing by Eden and Din, settling upon the two unfamiliar newcomers. "It appears that introductions are in order. It seems we've both provided a security detail," Greef prompts conversation, but none comes. Gesturing toward Cara with his thumb, he continues. "I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas."
"She's coming with us."
"But the town is now run by ex-Empire," Greef stands his ground. The violent stare of not only Eden, but Din and Cara also, is intertwined with his, the intensity of their eyes burning into his soul. "If a rebel dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up."
"She's coming."
"Fine." Greef retorts, begrudgingly giving into the will of his opposers. The frustration echoing from his voice betrays his stoic facade, offering but a shimmer of what lies behind it. He composes himself with practised haste, his professional mask contorting his features once more. "Fine. At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it. Now, where is the little one?"
