[center][h2] Gavin Greshh [/h2][/center]

“Agreed!” I wave to the group to follow me as I sprint off towards the tower. It wasn’t too far away now, and as we drew closer, we could clearly see there was no major fighting going on nearby. Hopefully it stayed that way long enough for us to catch our breaths.

[center][h2] Nor Saxon [/h2][/center]

A young Mando falls from the sky and crashes against the ground near Gavin and his group. A moment later, another Mandalorian flies down to inspect his injured companion. “Hey! You alright, nar vod?”

[center][h2] Gida Saxon [/h2][/center]

The injured warrior lifts his head. “Oof, I’m fine. Just rattled.” He places his hands on his helmet and begins to pull it off.

[center][h2] Nor Saxon [/h2][/center]

“No!” Nor smacks Gida’s hands away. “Not during battle. You leave it on until Mand’alor says you can take it off.” He looks up and spies the group of Revolution and Temari’s hunters. “Oh your feet, cousin. We have friends.” Nor helps Gida stand, giving a belated salute to Temari.