[Center][h2] Zarka Saxon[/h2][/center]

A group of Clan Chiefs are gathered in the staging room of our hotel base. This is a private meeting between Mandalorians, so no Revolution members are present. I pace back and forth in front of the miniature hologram of the Senate District. There is a red zigzag line leading from the edge of the map to the center, where Presidential Palace sits. “So, the slum rats actually managed to find a way inside?”

[Center][h2] Khomo Fett [/h2][/center]

My burned face contorts into as close to a smile as I can manage. “Yeah, the sewer system. The Pubs are so worried about protecting their tops, they ain’t watching what’s coming form below. Perfect for us to sneak up and bugger them in the backside.”

[Center][h2] Zarka Saxon [/h2][/center]

“Only if the strike team we send is efficient enough to get in undetected and turn off the shields. I don’t put my stock in these Revolution criminals Mand’alor is forcing us to work with.”