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

“Mand’alor sent us. When the shield came down and everyone charges in, she sent us to lead a squad to your location. Render assistance however we could.” 

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

I step away from the hunters, quietly thanking them for their help. “We didn’t anticipate your move away so fast, or that the area would be so swarmed. We’ve been hoping across the district searching for you all.” I point to my back. “One of those damn droids nicked my jet pack. Lucky for me, I just so happened to land right in your paths.”

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

“Luck or the Force. Are you all that’s left of your squad?”

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

“Unfortunately. We got separated. Most are dead. Others probably assume we died and ran off to rejoin the fight with Clan Chief Zarka.” I look away. “Sorry we couldn’t give you the backup we intended. This battle is not as one sided as we all hoped.”