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

I nod. "If you need help, call me. I'm not going to let a concussion stop me from helping my..." I catch myself before I finish that sentence. Maybe I was more brain damaged then I thought. I consider my words for a moment before sighing. "Oh, the hell with it: [i]Friends[/i]." The medics prompt me again to follow them, and I reluctantly give in. "Good luck, and may the Force be with you!"

[center][h2]Rory Fett [/h2][/center]

As Cosen and Jakito are taken away, I saunter up to the balcony to look out at the coming Republic forces. "So, our goal is simple; defend at all costs." I look at Jerus. "You wear armor worthy of a Mando'ade, yet you carry the weapons of the Jedi. Such a combination will be truly thrilling to see in battle."