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

“Keep your eyes peeled. The bigger this group gets, the sweeter the target gets.” As I speak, another group appears. It is led by the cyborg, and consists of many droids of different make and model; maintenance droids, protocol droids, utility droids. But strangely, all of them look modified for combat.

[center][h2] Brok-616[/h2][/center]

“The Droid Gotra has reached a singularity, and is prepared to add its members to your cause.”

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

“Thanks... I guess.” Sentient droids? A bit unnerving, but if they served by father once, they would make suitable allies now. “Well, it looks like that’s about everyone. Shall we get started?”

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

“Where is Trillin of the Workers Union? I would have expected him to arrive long before the rest of us.”

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

“Oh, Trillin? He’s... uhhh...” I don’t want to tell them about the body. Before any of them arrived, I made sure to cut it down and hide it. No sense spoiling them away before we even begin.

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

I climb back down towards the gathered Revolution leaders. They don’t see me yet, but I can see all of them clearly through the infrared lenses of my helmet. I made sure to note every face I saw for possible future reference. My hand drifts to my lightsaber at my side as I prepare to make my move.