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

The construction worker: "And once the fighting is done? If we help the Mandalorians, can they promise that OUR demands will be met?"

the woman: "We've been fighting for our rights for years. First through peaceful protest, then demonstration, then through terrorism. None of these have worked. What makes you think anarchy will be the answer?"

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

"Because my rising up, you are showing that you are not gone, and that the rich can not simply forget about you! You are showing that you are still angry, and that you refuse to stay hidden away under layers of duracrete and steel. And maybe when the fight is over, you won't be any better off than you were before, but I know the Mandalorians, despite all their flaws, are people of their word. They respect people who stand and fight for their convictions. If you do stand with us, take up arms against the corrupt leaders of the Republic one last time, then I know Mand'alor won't forget about you."

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

They all exchange glaces, some whispering to each other. Billie moves to join in the huddled discussion, and after a minute, the seven separate. "We agrrrrree that you make a strong point. Let us conveeeeeene with the rest of our cells. We will meeeeeet you in the Hidden Place when the time is rrrrrright."

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

I nod my head, not sure if I should be excited or disappointed. "Okay. That's better than a straight no, I guess. The Hidden Place, it is." I look at Temari. "Looks like we have another ways to go. Probably a good idea we don't stay in one place too long. If there are patrols about searching for Revolution meeting spots, we'll need to keep moving if we don't want to be found out too soon."