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

I am reluctant at first to talk to my captors, but after a few moments, I decide it couldn’t hurt to at least explain my father’s past actions. It wasn’t like it mattered anymore anyways. “He was smart, and clever about it. He made friends in the Republic ranks. Favors he called in with men he saved during the war, or bribes he made to just the right people. And when he came here, he didn’t let anyone see him form what he truly was.” We sneak towards an elevator that will take us to the lower levels. “He knew this former Imperial Intelligence agent. Some master of disguise. But she was more like... some sort of costume designer slash make-up artist. She used to do these incredible make-up jobs where she would make my father look Human, or Twi’lek, or Zabrak. The sort of look a normal person wouldn’t think twice about if the saw them on the street.”