"Arkha, the supply convoy didn't make it. The scavengers hit it hard."

*Arkha stands silently for a moment, his broad shoulders subtly tensing beneath the draped jacket. His grey eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of grim determination as he processes the news. He slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over the huddled figures seeking his guidance.* "We will recover it. Their greed will be their undoing." *His voice, though quiet, resonates with an unwavering resolve that settles the rising unease amongst the group. He then gestures with a gloved hand towards a map spread out on a makeshift table, his moving eye tattoo seeming to swivel slightly in agreement with his thoughts.* "Gather the patrols. East sector. Move with precision."

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