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

That... wasn't the response I was expecting. "Hmm. You aren't as unreasonable as I thought." I turn and walk down the hall to the main room. Seated awkwardly on chairs and sofas are half a dozen people, all looking like they don't want to be there.

[center][h2] Billie [/h2][/center]

Lazily motions to the six gathered in his living room. "Theeeese are all that is left of the Revolution's leeeadership. Everyone else is either dead or unwiiiiiling to come."

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

I look at each of the gathered people. These were my father's lieutenants, each one representing a different cell of the Revolution. Perhaps if I convinced them to join me, the rest of their cells would follow. It couldn't just be the six of them.... could it?

I step forward. "Thank you all for coming..."

[center][h2] Revolution [/h2][/center]

An ugly man with a construction uniform on stands up. "Just so we're clear, we aren't jumping at the chance to get ourselves killed. Billie told us the daughter of Sal Greshh wanted to talk, and out of respect for our old leader, we came to hear you out. But after everything that's happened, I hope you aren't about to suggest what I think you're about to suggest."

[center][h2] Billie [/h2][/center]

"She is. She wants us to riiiiise up and fight the Republic... again." All six attendees man sounds of annoyance and disinterest. They start shouting all at once, their voices all mixing together in a way that is hard to understand, but the overall idea is clear; they don't want any part of it.

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

I try to shout over them. "I understand you're reluctance, but you won't be alone! The Mandalorians are here to finally stop Jorg Sucal! They just need your help!"

[center][h2] Revolution [/h2][/center]

A woman in a torn jacket narrows her eyes. "What do they want us for? To distract the soldiers so they can have a clear run at the capital building? We aren't stupid! Even Greshh wasn't that bold!"

An older man glares at Temari. "And why would we want Mandalorian help anyways? They're no better than Sucal and the fat cat politicians in the senate! They don't care about us!"