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Tag: Garrion Der Rædwulf
Dantooine
The FOB that the Resistance had set up on Dantoonie was nothing more than a small village of tents, and some makeshift barracks.

No, the true structures were the walkers. they guarded the heavy equipment, as Midnight Train had set up what would become the real base. Someday.

Gress sat inside of a tent, waiting for the new arrival. Some general the jedi in charge had entrusted. Gress had watched the speech Garrion had given, and now he waited. Soon, the Reaper would arrive with him.

Soon, the Devil would explain his men's capability. That, he was proud of.
 

Garrion Der Rædwulf

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Arriving on Dantooine, Garrion would make his way towards the tent, largely ignored by the present fighters, except for the few who curiously glanced to get a peek at their supposed new General. He understood. He wasn't yet... welcome. A member, yes. But not accepted. That time would come later.

For the moment, he focused on making his way to the command tent, looking for the Devaronian who'd he heard so much about as of late. He'd been told by Jonyna it would be best to get a true understanding of the armored capabilities of the faction, believing a live demonstration to be the best means of doing so.

As he passed under the parted flap, he spotted Gress. He stuck out like a sore thumb, though so did he. Approaching, he removed a glove before speaking.

"Garrion Der Rædwulf. I've been instructed to observe your demonstration, though I'm sure you've already been informed."

With that, he extended a hand.

Gress D'ran Gress D'ran
 

Gress stared at the hand for a moment, before cracking a smirk.

"Formal one, eh?"

Gress took the handshake, but it quickly became clear what he intended. Gress gave the handshake of someone who was testing Garrion. A firm shake that was testing his commitment.

"You'll have to excuse us, we're not exactly that type around here. Now, first and foremost, what do you know about the ground forces of the rebellion?"
 

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