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"Oddyn Vizsla." The hand was gripped with iron strength.

Durasay didn't balk at the strength, instead, he responded with his own grip being firm, though it was clear the other man was stronger. "A pleasure. Warriors are always well met and needed in the Galaxy. For better or for worse. Glad you're on our side. Regardless of reason. Not my place to ask." He nodded as he spoke, then looked back to the young man doling out food. "I doubt Kryze will find any cowards amongst this force. All volunteers, after all."

"Some opportunists can be quite cowardly. But we'll see." The bearded Mando'ad released the hold and looked back toward the city. "My reasons should be unimportant as long as I shoot in the direction your command wishes all others to."