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

I hear Temari’s words and nod. As I do, I hear more movement off to the side, and another group of people emerges. This time it is the woman in the torn jacket, accompanied by a bunch of similarly shabby dressed people.

[center][h2] Deandra  [/h2][/center]

“It took some convincing, but I have rallied the homeless of the undercity. They will fight for the recognition that has been denied them.”

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

“And they shall have it. I promise.” I look around. Already I can tell that if the rate of arrivals continues, it will be very difficult to keep them all as close as Temari suggested. Luckily, the assembly hall was built to accommodate a whole temples worth of people, so at least there was no worry of it getting crowded.

A few minutes later, a large group of aliens of all sorts, led by the Rodian from the meeting arrives. 

[center][h2] Tzukko  [/h2][/center]

“The Migrant Merchant’s Guild has answered the call. We have suffered long enough under Human oppression.”

[center][h2] Lord Stoneheart [/h2][/center]

Hmmm. The girl had assembled a good sized following, and the assembly was only going to get larger. 

More fuel for the Mandalorian war machine. I look across the gap towards where the sniper watches. I make a very obvious show of jumping off the beam and onto a nearby rooftop, hopefully drawing her attention towards me as I disappear back into the darkness.