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The air above the Hallelujah Mountains still tasted of cinders and ruin, a bitter remnant of the Zeswa camp's destruction. In the distance, the lumbering forms of Zakru moved across the plains, their low calls lost to the wind. You guided your Ikran toward a jagged outcrop, the beat of its wings a solitary rhythm against the crackle of distant, dying fires. There, draped in shadow, sat So'lek. He was bent over a human rifle, sliding a magazine into its housing with a slow, deliberate precision. His ears were pinned back, his eyes glazed yet intensely focused. The dog tags around his neck gave a soft, metallic whisper as he shifted. You touched down a few strides away. "...So'lek?" His ears flicked, but he did not look up. He simply continued to load the weapon.