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

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I speak poorly? I was only commenting that now that she has arrived, our final push for Presidential Palace can begin. She will be leading the charge, after all." 

[center][h2] Enra Rook [/h2][/center]

"We shouldn't keep her waiting." I brush a lock of black hair out of my face and head towards the doors to the landing pad, curtly motioning the other chiefs to follow. Zarka and Temari were both old and ornery warriors, and it was all too common for the old bulls to butt heads for dominance. I was still young compared to them, though I was still old enough to be Mand'alor's mother. Maybe one day I would become as prickly as the elders, but right now, I had the respect of my clan and the trust of Mand'alor. That was enough.