[center][h2] Cosen Greshh [/h2][/center]

I sit in a cell aboard the Kandosii-type Dreadnought serving as Mandalore's flagship. I have been separated from my brother, Gavin, and as more time passes, my worry for him grows. Though we were both severely weakened do to the ritual we preformed at Freedon Nadd's tomb, he had clearly suffered greater than I. The Mandalorians had supplied us with kolto and a place to recover, but that was the extent of their hospitality. For days, he'd been locked up at their camp like animals, but at least we were together. Now, having been hauled aboard this ship and split apart, and given no information of where we were going or why we were being dragged alone, I was started to run out of patience.

I look out of the cell at the Mandalorian standing guard. "Hey! What's the point of all this, huh? Why all the secrecy?"