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>The Korat twitches as a change in the energy field >sets his nerves alight, and a second later the first >of the newcomers is landing her leap to his left. >Redan turns to greet the newest Renegade, but has to >pause a moment -- the tales of one of his >grandmother's greatest friends, for all their glory, >did not do justice to the Kumayaki in the flesh. A >strange sort of intensity floods the black's gaze as >he arches his tailblade forward in an honorary salute. > >Yet the Portals are crackling alive again before he >can introduce himself and Redan finds himself arching >his muzzle back to watch the next entrances. A Vygun >pilot with his wheelbarrow is a welcome sight, and the >massive creature who follows is readily admired for >his inherent strength -- though the black is >admittedly a bit surprised at the appearance of the >Drat, having no recollection of any such creature >during his youth. His mind sets itself to affirming an >appropriate welcome for the newcomers, and then the >movement of the Kumayaki draws his attention. His eyes >trail after TFD, admiring the ease of her talk from >his current position. > >He is almost glad of her taking the first initiative. >A quick inhalation had revealed him to be younger, >(far younger in some cases), then all of these >probable veterans, and even with something as simple >as a hello, he did not wish to suggest that he >presumed himself leader of this operation. He had >started the battle, and beyond that -- was merely an >equal in the cause. > >Redan releases his breath, and carefully stalks across >shards of metal and broken rock to reach the rest of >the group. He dips his muzzle in the instinctive >greeting, "I am Redan Bane. Welcome."

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