[center][h2] Becca Twilight [/h2][/center]

I nod, deactivating my weapon and holding it over my head. As I walk towards the Revolution group, Xan disperses the smoke. "Peace, friends. I am Becca Twilight, ally to Mand'alor. We noticed your fight here and decided to lend our aid."

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

A woman in a torn jacket lowers her weapon slightly. "I appreciate the assist. That was a nifty trick you pulled." She turns to a dark skinned old man with a thick mustache. "Remind me to incorporate more smoke bombs into our next mission."

[center][h2] Jheri [/h2][/center]

"Yes, ma'am."