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It was the sixty ninth annual Randon Technology convention. It was the second time Roland had been to it but it was still a lot to take in. Companies brought displays and presentations of new innovative tools. The Sector Ranger had seen someone try out a new armor plate that could stop a medium blaster bolt. People had clapped, but the Mandalorian had not been too keen on it after that. He already had his armor.

Scores of Sector Rangers attended this convetion along with bounty hunters, business people and some other members of the public. The armored man walked between booths, reading some of the signs from behind his cross visored helmet. His hood was down for the time being. One group seemed to be promoting a version of a seeker droid. The Mandalorian was skeptical about the specific design they were promoting but at the same time he wanted to get a droid. He was often alone and having a extra set of eyes could have its uses.

"Is that you Roland?" He heard a familiar voice and turned to see a matching face he recognized. "Otto! It's been a minute hasn't it?" He turned fully around, smiling underneath his helmet. The two rangers shook hands. "There's some of the others around the food court right now if you want to come by." Otto was the man that had mentored him when first joining the Rangers and he was a pretty sociable guy. It was hard for him to say no to the man considering all he had done for the Mandalorian. I guess it couldn't hurt. That's what these things are for right? Networking?

Following the man the two would catch up on their own cases they had been on. Checking in and exchanging some fraternal insults. Eventually they would come to where overpriced food was being sold. Roland was not hungry but he knew that they had really tasty milk shakes here. That was one of the better things he had learned last year. It had been a bit overwhelming the first time the Mandalorian had been in such a populated place. He was a little bit more used it it.

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Annual Randon Tech Convention. The place where the newest and brightest of techs come to fruition. Arah Tizun was standing at the gates, watching the incoming crowd. There were species of all kinds walking in and lining up for the next peek at the upcoming innovations for technology. For some this was a time to network, a time for sales, a time for bragging, and for some a time for fun. The Sector Ranger was checking identity chips and subjecting folks to a quick pat down search. Was he expecting trouble? Always. There was always a sort of paranoia that would develop in Sector Rangers - but that was the job.

"Next." the cathar was monotone, he wasn't exactly enjoying this moment. He'd been at it for a little bit now. "Next." It became so monotonous and tedious. "Next." But once again, that was something that you had to accept about being a Ranger. It wasn't always chasing the bad guy down and getting into blaster fire fights. No, sometimes it was just boring. "Next." But he would at least try and make it look like he enjoyed it. Tizun looked as his timekeeper, it was time for him to step away. He had to go tend other things. Finally... he thought to himself, now that he could walk away he felt liberated.

Some people were awe struck here, but in truth the cathar didn't care much for technology. He was a fighter after all, he relied on his own tools. His own hands and claws to deal with matters. He didn't need any fancy gizmos or gadgets to get things done, he just needed himself. You'd think this attitude would be the poor attitude and make him seem sort of cold, but that wasn't true - he was just practical. Seeing people enjoy themselves was a slight perk, but he couldn't ever separate himself from his nature. He was always assessing, evaluating. The distractions that came in the form of holodisplays, loud music, loud presentations, loud vendors - would all prove to be a bit of a challenge, but he was adapting.

Tizun was wearing his classic outfit. A leather jacket and light coloured pants. A blaster by his side and his badge neatly hidden under his jacket and close to his heart - it's how he always reminded himself for what he signed up for. He was also wearing a blast vest, it felt somewhat bulky but he was on duty in a busy location. He wasn't about to take the risk, but boy did it bother him and he felt sluggish with that extra weight, albeit light.

Some bothan vendor with CEC got his attention, he was displaying a variety of new technological breakthroughs they were working on for their ships. Of course, the items would be large so they were not physically present, instead it was in the form of ads and holograms. He took a moment to examine a new engine design, but the promises they were offering were so far fetched, he couldn't help but to laugh off the advertisements. "You believe this? People believe this? Ha!" the cathar retorted before continuing on with his duty. "Good efforrt."

A short walk now and he was on the outskirts of what they classified as a food court. He stood assertive in his position off in a corner. He eyed the crowd scanning the sea of denizens before him. He would walk casually around the perimeter of the food court, checking, watching, he stopped and narrowed his eyes as he spotted fellow rangers. He didn't know them, but he knew they were going to be in the area. He nodded before continuing on.

He wasn't quite ready for food, and for as long as he could fight back his stomach - he'd hold off eating. But he knew his stomach was soon winning. The smells were helping that battle out. The Arah sighed. "Not yet."

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Zad Ruzed had been walking right up and down the zigzagged paths that a person had to pave for themselves within the hordes of tech enthusiasts and other folk who were just enthusiastic about crowds and everything that catered to them. They were here to see the latest inventions bedazzle potential customers or fail with spectacle, gorge themselves on celebratory food and drink, toss credits toward street performers from jugglers to musicians, and sow a vocal chaos with a thousand different tongues that flapped above and beyond Basic. One voice, however, was heard loud and clear.

“Walk right up, walk right up!” the Zabrak vendor cried to the crowds, hoping to steal the attention of one passer-by after the other and redirect them to her stall. “I’ve got armor that will put holes in your blast vests out of envy! Armor that will strip a trooper naked out of shame! Here, here! You, sir! Lady! Sir! How about you!? Yes, you!”

Zad raised a brow at the Zabrak as he slowed his aimless trek, battling with himself whether to keep walking or hope for some amusement that might yet break his boredom. He enjoyed a meal in the open air and a drink to go with it as much as anyone else, and there was some cool tech here and there that had caught his eye already, but crowds were stifling at best and it was difficult enough fighting to get used to them each time he was faced with one. Challenges were meant to be overcome, though, and perhaps this vendor had the armor that would give a blaster a challenge after all.

“Yeah, sure, why not,” he obliged, making sure that the woman was indeed speaking to him. She waved him over like he was a blurrg, clearly more excited to show him her creation than he was to be shown it.

“A smart man! I could tell as much as soon as I saw your eyes, friend! You won’t regret this demonstration! Say,” her eyes roved him up and down. “Are you a bounty hunter!? You look the type! Black coat and bad body, grrr! Bet you catch pirates from Core to Rim! Hahaha!

Zad blinked and parted lips to reply but was silenced by her hand.

“NO! No!” She snapped her fingers like a mother might to her children. “You’re a Jedi! HA! Right! As if! Well, let’s not stand on ceremony, buddy, but let’s get you fitted with the one and only body armor you’ll ever need to press your pecs against till the day you die—from old age, not bolts or blades! HA!

As the laughing Zabrak clapped her hands, Zad began second-guessing himself as to whether he should have just kept walking after all. I’ve got a baad feeling about this...
 
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"Thank you Sir! Hope that ID-21 serves you well." The young Twi'lek sales woman says as she activates the seeker droid that sat on the table. The droid hums to life and floats up off the table. Its photoreceptors take a moment to focus on Leon and Voxx zooms in to take a closer look at it's new partner.

"I'm sure Defcon will be a valuable asset. Thank you. Come along you two." Leon nods to the Twi'lek and beckons his two droids to follow him. While he didn't exactly need the Seeker Droid, but it would certainly be useful. Either way, there was still plenty to see and do at this convention and he had to push on. He wandered around aimlessly, just taking in the sights until he saw a fellow Ranger that had been sucked into a stall by a female Zabrak. He debated on leaving the poor soul but the Zabrak was selling armor and given recent events some better armor might be just what he needs.

"We're Rangers Ma'am. I don't know about him but I'm always on the market for good armor in this line of work. So let's get to it and show us what you got."Stepping up beside his fellow Ranger he clasps the poor guy on the shoulder. Hopefully it would speed up the demo but if nothing else the other Ranger wasn't alone.
 

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Had Zad have felt the hand on his shoulder before the voice that preceded it, he might just have spun around with the other person’s arm spinning with him. Yet, where some people never forgot a face or a name, Zad never forgot a voice, and Leon Terrick’s was unmistakable. He received the man with a smile, his entrance not expected, but no real surprise given how many Rangers flocked to this convention besides himself. The last time that these two men had met was in a world away from worlds; the Shadow World, Umbara, and the dead things left behind on its dark soil.

“Well, well, look who it is! Hope you brought an appetite.” Zad looked from Leon to the tech merchant who looked at them both.

“Perfect!” She clapped again. “Two helpers is exactly what I need to get this demo underway! Okay! So, what we have here, gentleman and gentleman, is a masterpiece.”

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She slapped a poster on the frame by her stall, one that showed a full-body image of her would-be masterpiece. A man stood statue-still and head to toe in black body armor that certainly looked sturdy enough. It had some kind of mesh weave patterned on the surface, but most striking of all were the blue lighting implementations on the helmet, shoulder, torso and thigh plates. It looked flashy, but flashy wasn’t always good. He’s a lightbulb. His enemies would see him from days on Umbara to nights on Tatooine.

When the Zabrak lifted a crate, she didn’t step back into view with a full suit of armor, but rather just the torso pieces. Likely, the other components were kept secured away. She held out the combined plates for both men to look at, and an immediate glance showed that there were no lights. No, there are lights, they're just turned off.

“What you are looking at, friends, is the torso of the Singularity armor set. Doubt me not, the majestic charcoal black before you is the armor of a black hole.”

Given her intense gaze, hushed voice and the very look on her face, Zad wondered if she actually believed her own marketing pitch, and if she was in fact a crazy person.

"Made of . . . " The Zabrak trailed off with a grin. “Well, wouldn’t you like to know!? Is it duraplast? Durasteel? Plasteel? Plastoid? A bit of phrik? A pinch of cortosis? A bite of beskar? OH!”

Mad? Yes. Honest? No. Amusing? Somewhat. Zad just stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the display to finish before the demonstration would begin.

“What I can tell you boys about this particular piece of prototype is that it is an amalgamation of common and not so common materials. It is state of the art and make no mistake. The armor has a spinal-mount processor that synchronizes artificial torso muscle fibers with limb movements. Combined with the other components, we’re talking fluid responses for your targeting pleasures and a feat of power from your core to your legs for your sprinting marathons. Of course, the meat and potatoes of this demo is going to be how this torso piece stacks up against incoming fire. For that, I want you to put it on.”

Zad felt the woman’s eyes bore into his own, as if this moment would decide her very existence in the universe. He felt the weight of the stars on his shoulders all of a sudden, his nerves pushed down only by his curiosity. With a shrug, he allowed her to remove his coat and fit the chest and back plates over his body. It was a snug fit, which meant that he had the universe’s odds in his favor or the Zabrak had opened the crate that had the armor to meet the man’s height and build.

“Okay,” Zad stated after readjusting the armor till it felt just right on his form. It clearly counted as heavy armor but it felt light enough. “Now what?”

The Zabrak clapped her hands in delight. “Okay! Now, as much as I would love to turn the lights on, this prototype isn’t quite ready for the more advanced stages, which is unfortunate but that’s what you get for working with a bunch of Ugnaughts and whatever oh well. So, I want you to hold this rifle.”

She held out an E-11 blaster to Leon.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Zad held up his hands. “How about we don’t do what I think we’re going to do and say that we did?” I knew I should have listened to my gut. Bad feelings are bad feelings for a reason.



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It felt good to be back in the Mid Rim. Among a more civilized and orderly type of society. Corran had returned from the Outer Rim and escaped a few rough spots, though he was wiser for it. He walked the crowded stalls and pathways in search of nothing in particular. The Sector Ranger did have to evade those who didn’t see his coming, but other made way for the man as his badge was pinned to his immaculate jacket, buttoned up to the neck. He always dressed the professional, looking more like a Navy man than a cowboy, unless the situation called for discretion. A blaster on the hip was also a good way for people to get a hint to stand aside. He wasn’t threatening, no, just merely on foot patrol.

There were some intriguing booths here and there. Some new type of assistant droid for those of the mercenary persuasion. A new type of blaster that could bulls-eye a womp rat from 100 paces or so it claimed. Other stalls were the typical sellers and hawkers of their wares; here for the crowds and not the innovation. Most of their wares consisted of surplus military equipment from the wars many decades ago in various states of repair. Corran stopped to look-over a few refurbished E-11 blasters. They were notoriously random on their level of quality. Someone once told him that E-11s with the Carida cartouche were some of the finest blasters ever made.

An eager salesbeing began their pitch for one of the blasters before a commotion a few stalls over garnered the attention of a small crowd. Corran waved off the salesbeing and approached the small circle forming. In the middle was a Zabrak woman handing off a blaster to a frontier-looking man. Only a moment passed before Corran noticed that the other man in the ring was none other than Zad Ruzed. The sturdy gunslinger had some sort of odd-looking armor adorning his torso.

Ah, some sort of demonstration for the armor?

Corran muscled his way to be at the front of the crowd, arms folded. “Make sure to aim well at my friend there. I would rather arrest someone for murder than attempted homicide,” Corran jeered.

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Leon listened to the saleswoman's pitch about the armor. Looking at the picture on the wall, he shook his head. That's some ugly stuff right there. She then managed to convince Zad to remove his jacket and places the chest and back plate on. At first, he grinned as the Zabrak handed him the E-11. The thought of shooting his friend sounded fun but he wasn't exactly trusting of a sales person handing him a rifle. Someone jeered from the crowd and Leon grinned.


"Don't worry, I won't miss. He responds to the blonde Ranger. While the thought of firing upon my fellow here is quite..amusing. You'll have to excuse me for being a little cautious." With that, he began to inspect the rifle. It didn't take him terribly long to find what he was looking for. The blaster had been modified to fire a less powerful bolt while looking as normal. He turns to the sales woman. "Why don't you put the armor on? And instead of using this modified blaster, how's about I take a shot at you with this?" Scoffing he tosses the blaster to the ground at the womans feet and pats his heavy Blaster on his right thigh. The woman begins to speak but he raises his hand. Moving past her to grab another chestplate he tosses it into the floor. Drawing his pistol, he fires and the bolt tears through the armor and scorches the floor underneath. Anger surged through him. This was an easy way to get Rangers killed and he wouldn't stand for it.


"I think your prototype needs just a bit more work." He holsters his weapon and steps closer to her. "Now, if you've sold any of this junk to any of my fellow Rangers and they get gunned down thinking they're protected? You'll have the weight of every Ranger I can muster bearing down on you and this company, you hear me?" The Zabrak was all but speechless, not that Leon would listen to a thing she said. He moves back out to the crowd to stand next to Zad, curious what he would say about it.

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There was another voice that was unmistakable. Corran Velt. Zad dared to look away from both the crazy merchant and his would-be Ranger compatriot to steal a look at a man who was supposed to be no different. Yet, somehow, these two other Rangers seemed to be a tad too keen on that E-11 having its trigger pulled. Neither Corran’s statement about bringing murderers to justice nor Leon’s claim that he wouldn’t miss was reassuring for the man wearing the armor. Great. I can smell bacon from the food court from here but here I am stuck being the guinea pig.

When Leon decided to walk the way of caution, Zad happily nodded his head in the way of agreement. His fellow Ranger posed a brilliant question when he turned the role on the merchant, and suddenly it seemed all too fitting that she should be the one to fit the armor on and have someone else take a shot at her. This was her technology, after all, and Zad didn’t really want to be on the receiving end if said technology decided to not function well if at all. Then, all at once, Leon brushed past the Zabrak, opened a crate and tossed another chestplate to the ground.

The Zabrak stared with maddened eyes as she watched the events unfold. “Huh? Thought I locked that crate— HEY WAIT—”

A blaster shot went off and everyone watched the bolt fly toward the armor. Much to Zad’s dismay, never mind the Zabrak’s, the energy beam punctured the plate and didn’t stop there, ripping through the armor to kiss the concrete. Zad drummed his fingers against the armor he was still wearing, wondering what might have happened if his associate had decided to roll with the original role, but not having to wonder too much. Hoo-wee. There’s a hole in that plate where a heart might have been.

He swept his gaze from his Ranger pals to the merchant, uncertain whether she was listening to any word that came from Leon’s mouth as though he were waving a law book in front of her face. Zad could appreciate the rescue but he considered his luck to outweigh the crime. Going by the Zabrak’s shocked visage, however many screws had since been loosened from her skull, trickery may not have been one of them.

“How…” She shook her head, pacing closer toward the smoking chestplate that lay on the ground like a corpse. “I could have sworn… The plate integrity… The spider silk threshold… The spatial dynamics of the gravitational matrix...”

With a small smile, Zad nodded his thanks at Leon beside him and walked toward the fallen armor and the woman standing over it. Unfastening his own torso piece, he passed it over to her. “Here, you can have this back. I guess the lights won’t be coming on anytime soon.” She didn’t seem to register his speech, as though she were the only soul in the universe. Following her gaze, Zad looked down at the chestplate with a hole in it that led to charred ground. “I see why you call it the Singularity." He whistled. "That is one black hole of a hole…”

With that, he turned around to give his back to the Zabrak and her world of prototypes, swinging his jacket over his arms before looking from Leon to Corran. “Don't know about you, fellas, but I need a drink. How about it?"


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The ‘demonstration’ didn’t go exactly as planned. Corran was thankful for that, at least. Instead of firing off a bolt towards Zad, the other man took matters into his own hands. Throwing a sample vest of armor onto the pavement, he emptied a blaster bolt into the chest section. Clean through. The Zabrak merchant collapsed to her knees in a grief-stricken episode, trying to analyze how the armor could have failed so publicly, speaking to herself all the while. The man with the blaster then threatened the would-be armor-seller to never put the well-being of his ‘fellow Rangers’ at risk again.

This man is a Sector Ranger? Could be possible. With so many here at the Tech Convention, it would be a bad place to lie about one’s allegiance to the organization.

With the demonstration over, Corran strode up to the other man as Zad adorned his signature black duster.

“The discharge of a firearm in public on Randon, without a permit, is a criminal offense,” Corran stated with a certain precision in his voice that conveyed absolute certainty, “But… given your status as a Sector Ranger and that no one was harmed, I’ll let you off with a warning.” Velt ended the statement in a way showing some minor jest.

In truth, if the Zabrak armorer was going to fire off a blaster bolt anyway, she likely had a permit anyway. To any local authorities, none would be the wiser. Still though, it would have been compromising on his principles if Corran didn’t at least stand for the rules.

“Corran Velt, Sector Ranger,” he politely introduced himself to the man who had fired the blaster, “I see you know Zad. We have a mutual acquittance then.”

Said mutual acquittance made an appearance suggesting the group vacate the vendor corridor and get some drinks.

“I couldn’t agree more. Lead the way, sir.” Corran gestured politely with an open palm down the walkway.

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Leon couldn’t help but chuckle at Zad’s black hole remark. He knew he liked this man for a reason. Suggesting drinks, Leon nods in agreement. He was headed toward the food court before running into Zad anyway. A blonde man, the same that threw a jeer at him moments ago spoke up and Leon paused to look the man over. Immaculate uniform, looking more of a man in the Navy than most of the other Rangers here that looked to be about the same age as himself. He sprouted off a violation that left Leon dryly looking at him. After ‘letting’ him off with a warning and introducing himself, Leon smirks.

”Leon Terrick. Also a Sector Ranger. Met Zad here on Umbara dealing with a pest problem.” He nods toward Corran and cracks a smile. He was sure the man was just joking about the warning and either way there was no sense in getting upset about it. ”As long as there’s food with these drinks, I’m all for it. I hear this place as decent milkshakes.” With that the trio moved through the crowds toward the food court. It wasn’t long after they arrived and as Leon looks around the area he cracks a grin.

”Hey Roland!” He calls out after spotting the Mandalorian Ranger. They had gone through quite an ordeal, but alls well that ends well right? ”You boys ever met a Mando Ranger? He’s good people.” He says to Zad and Corran as they walk toward Roland. ”Good to see you again man. This is Zad and Corran, and as you might of guessed they’re Rangers too. Guys, this is Roland.” He introduced everyone to each other and stood there smiling.

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As he walked toward the food court with Leon and Corran, Zad couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of comradery that was owed to any or all of the three of them being Sector Rangers, walking the grounds of a convention with many more Sector Rangers, having fought off enemies together before today, or that all three of them had just paid witness to a questionably sane tech vendor and her armor prototype that needed no further questioning. All said and done, today is a good day.

When Leon called out to one Roland, Zad had already been looking at the Mandalorian, though he hadn’t expected a first-name basis right off the bat, neither that the guy would himself be a Sector Ranger. Mandalorian Rangers weren’t a breed apart, though Zad had only heard of a few and had met even less. This guy, though. That getup. Dang. Probably, when he approached other folks those folks ceased and desisted on account of looking at his armor and his outfit, before a gun ever had to even come out of a holster.

“Howdy,” Zad greeted, his eyes watching the cross-visor of the Mando’s helm. The pattern upon it was an intricate thing and he wondered if the man beneath the mask had sculpted the design himself. His thoughts took him to the galactic standard of Mandalorian sayings and phrases: ‘This is the way.’ I wonder if it’s his way to never remove the hat. Checking out the food and drink on offer, Zad imagined how badly that would suck if so. There were definitely Mandalorians today who no longer clung to that component of the creed, in no small part due to the collapse of the Galactic Empire and then the First Order of generations past, but truly not all Mandalorians were the same.

“Cool helmet.” Zad smiled coolly. His words meant no more and no less. “Me, I like this breeze on my face, but it’s the water in my mouth I’m worried about.”

Leon at least had voiced his hunger earlier, and that led Zad’s eyes to rove round the eating faces at the tables and the food vendors that catered to them. Sandy’s Sandwiches, Biscuit Baron, Flangth-2-Go, Okay Calamari!, Farmer’s Pod—the more that Zad saw the less he knew of what to eat. Burgers? Fish? Noodles? Salad? The problem here was as much the ample offer as Zad’s ability to eat just about anything on offer.

“You know, I might just need a beer to help my stomach think.” Booze stalls were also strategically placed, and a spiral bar was in the middle of the court, surrounded by the guest tables that were surrounded by the food vendors. At that, Zad turned to his fellow Rangers and left no one out. “Buy you boys a drink? You too,” he grinned at Roland. “If the helmet calls for it.”



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Corran nodded politely after Leon Terrick introduced himself. The fellow Ranger looked young, but his rugged demeanor made it difficult to fully ascertain his age. If Leon was from the Outer Rim, that would likely explain some of it. Corran had been to the rim a few times on the trade lanes and the people did seem rougher, for better and worse. Leon then casually mentioned how he and Zad met as the group made way to the food court. Something about pest control on the shadow world of Umbara.

“Pest control on Umbara? We’ll have to swap stories sometime. Zad saved my neck on Ryloth from a few hungry beasts awhile back,” Corran said, “I think he’s gaining a reputation as a Big Game Hunter.” The blond Ranger made sure to speak loud enough for Zad to hear.

As soon as they arrived at the food court, Leon then called out for a man named Roland. He claimed the man was a Mandalorian who had taken on another creed – that of a Sector Ranger. As the man approached, it became apparent that he was quite tall and the helmet - while unique - was a dead giveaway for Mandalorians and their wannabes. Corran himself had never met one; only heard of their cultural exploits along the hyperlane routes he travelled for years. Either their kind were a vanishing breed or exceptionally good at hiding their numbers.

“Roland, was it?” Corran began, “Nice to meet another fellow Sector Ranger.” The greeting was courteous but the tone was a bit formal for the setting. Luckily, Zad took the opportunity to buy a round of drinks. “If you insist, I’ll just take a water.” The blond Ranger considered himself on duty and didn’t find it professional to drink any variety of spirits, even if the local samplings were rumored to be quite good.

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"That model was never really comfortable to use. The grip just didn't feel right so that's why I-" As he was talking to Otto he heard his name yelled. It was a somewhat familiar voice and caused his helmeted head to turn and find its source. "Leon!" He called back in acknowledgement.

When the fellow ranger introduced the others he reached out an armored hand to shake theirs. They were staring at his helmet but he could not blame them. "Afternoon." He greeted them back simply but with sincerity. He gave a simple thank you to Zad when he commented on the helmet but otherwise did not follow it up with a comment of his own.

"Everyone this is Otto Talask. Otto...Leon and...." He had not remembered everyone's name yet but gestured with a hand. "...everyone." The older ranger smiled and nodded, shaking hands with anyone who would indulge the act.

At the offer of drink the corner of Roland's mouth curled into a smile and a gentle nod followed. "As long as it's got a straw I'll partake." He turned his head towards his mentor and friend. "You wanna-" But the older ranger held up both hands. "Nah you younger guys go on ahead. I've got something to take care so I'll catch you later." He put a hand on Roland's shoulder and then carried on his own way. Roland looked towards the others, following them to whichever place Zad decided.

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