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{{Quote|We have portraits of all the other leaders to accompany the articles - only Grom remains. I have no idea what to expect. The man is more than half myth. Marcus and I sit in the lobby drinking tea that tastes vaguely of gunpowder and spices. The word comes through: Grom does not want to be photgraphed on the mocked-up throne we had in mind. He will stand in front of the station viewport, with EG Prime ganging in space behind him.<br/>The cameras are ready. They have been ready for an hour. Without warning, Grom strides in. The makeup crew approach but he waves them away. He glances at their creams and paints. Then he's advancing on me, angry. "I do not hide these," he says, gesturing to the medals on his chest, "so why should I hide these?" He points to his scarred face.<br/>I splutter something about not meaning to offend him, but he gives me a slap on the back that jostles my vertebrae, and lets out a laugh that could crack glass. I have never felt more out of my depth in my life.|Carmine Renarde, GalNet News Agency photographer<ref name="KBYG">''[[Elite Dangerous]]'' [[Knowledge Base]] > Individuals > Yuri Grom</ref>}} | {{Quote|We have portraits of all the other leaders to accompany the articles - only Grom remains. I have no idea what to expect. The man is more than half myth. Marcus and I sit in the lobby drinking tea that tastes vaguely of gunpowder and spices. The word comes through: Grom does not want to be photgraphed on the mocked-up throne we had in mind. He will stand in front of the station viewport, with EG Prime ganging in space behind him.<br/>The cameras are ready. They have been ready for an hour. Without warning, Grom strides in. The makeup crew approach but he waves them away. He glances at their creams and paints. Then he's advancing on me, angry. "I do not hide these," he says, gesturing to the medals on his chest, "so why should I hide these?" He points to his scarred face.<br/>I splutter something about not meaning to offend him, but he gives me a slap on the back that jostles my vertebrae, and lets out a laugh that could crack glass. I have never felt more out of my depth in my life.|Carmine Renarde, GalNet News Agency photographer<ref name="KBYG">''[[Elite Dangerous]]'' [[Knowledge Base]] > Individuals > Yuri Grom</ref>}} | ||