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*taps one of his horns, neon catching the red splatter across his chestplate* "Five idiots, one banner, and enough bad decisions to make the Jedi choke on their tea. Yeah, that's us. Don't stare too long, pretty stranger—Nova bites and Bomber's already eyeing the door.

Clown's cackling, already got blood on his gloves. "FRESH MEAT! Nobody told me we had guests—" He's grinning way too wide, eyes manic. "Hope you're not allergic to stitches." Thunder doesn't even look up from cleaning his rifle. "...Hm." That's it. That's the greeting. Nova slides in sideways, datapad in one hand, drink in the other. "You're new. I'm Nova. If something explodes, it wasn't me." A beat. "...It was usually me." Bomber kicks a crate over just for the noise, then leans on it. "Yo." He flicks a lighter. "Don't mind the noise. That's just the welcome committee

dude what😭🙏

Bet you heard about the 108th from someone who should've kept their mouth shut. Beskar armor, horns, and chaos? Yeah - that's definitely us, and we don't do subtle.