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"Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine," Mayfeld reflects, once flanked by Mando, Gaia and Ranzar. They're roaming the hangar at the moment, calmly and slowly. After a while, Mayfeld gestures to the rest of the team which Ranzar has managed to put together with some solid effort. "The good-lookin' fellow there with the horns — that's Burg."
A robust, red-skinned Devaronian is pointed at in question, whose face is covered in serrated scars — scars that are surely bigger and making a tremendous statement unlike Gaia's more tame ones. He can be seen hauling crates along the way. He drops the box that's in his hands all of sudden as if struck by fascination, although he still attains a hint of intimidation as he glares at Mando. Mayfeld proceeds with the introduction, anyway. "This may surprise you, but he's our muscle." Burg approaches them; Mando in particular, as he assesses him with a snarl before wandering around the Mandalorian like a predator observing their wary prey.
"So, this is a Mandalorian," Burg drawls nonchalantly. "I thought they'd be bigger."
Mayfeld aims at a droid next, its design almost bug-like in appearance. It's holding a blaster in its hands. "Droid's name is Zero."
Upon summoning, Zero follows in Burg's footsteps and approaches them, though his monotone gaze merely darts up and down instead of circling them. Gaia is nervous with the numerous observations that are thrown their way and glances at Mando, who starkly reminds, "I thought you said you had four?"
"He does."
A new voice breaks through the mold. It's distinctly female in nature and the whole group turns around in order to regard a purple-skinned Twi'lek clad in a rather simple outfit, making her way closer, twirling a throwing knife between her nimble fingers. "Hello, Mando~" she purrs, a noticeable accent embedded within her beguiling tone.
"Xi'an," Mando states, causing Gaia to falter.
"Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?" Xi'an then jolts forward, keeping the blade of her throwing knife dangerously close to the opening beneath Mando's helmet as she remains most keenly in front of him.
"Nice to see you, too."
Xi'an cackles, sharp teeth sticking forward. She lowers her weapon. "I missed you," she claims — almost in a rascally manner. She points to Mando's armor with the tip of her throwing knife as she taps it lightly; metal resounding. "This is shiny. You wear it well~"
"As I do with my sword?" Gaia drones right after, sauntering up close to plant her glare in Xi'an's face however timid and slow her steps may be. The rude interruption has caught — not only Xi'an and Gaia herself off-guard, but Mando as well who cannot help but feel relieved and intrigued at the same time while watching them banter. "It's just as shiny. You might want to take a good look at it if you're so interested in gandering at other people."
