"I'll go," Trangle volunteered, pulling off his headset as he sat beside ACE in the cockpit. He stood and headed for the ramp of the Luck. Trangle made a pit stop to gather the two red lightsabers he kept aboard the Luck. He carried all four lightsabers he possessed on his person now - one meant for Kadrien - if and when they found him, though Trangle placed the ancient weapons so they were spread out in pockets of his all-temperature cloak by the time he was ready to leave the Luck to meet the men. None hung visible from his utility belt.
The three men saw a Quarren as the ramp of the Luck lowered. The Quarren appeared unarmed - except for an unconcealed hold-out blaster and holstered on his utility belt - and in a white all-temperature cloak. Tentacles hanging from his chin wiggled as he bowed to the men, advertising his pale-pinkish bald head.
"I hope we're not too late for the tournament," Trangle said as he stood upright, opening up conversation.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.