[center][h2] Hayden Twilight [/h2][/center]

I can't help but gasp in surprise. "Oh no. Is Dad okay? Where is he?"

[center][h2] Becca Twilight [/h2][/center]

"In the makeshift medbay, along with Cosen and Korre. He's alright, though he's not going to be fighting for a little while. And he'll have a mechanical arm to match my leg. And Cosen will be alright too, so you can let Gavin know. But Stoneheart got away, and... well, we have no idea where he's run of to."

[H2] MEANWHILE [/h2]

[center][h2] Lord Stoneheart [/h2][/center]

I stand atop one of the many high rise buildings of the Senate District. Down below, the soldiers and war machines of the Republic battle against the legions of Mandalorian warriors and their Revolution allies. All of this was the result of years, maybe even decades of building tension. A forest fire stoked by the many hands, my own included. Now, the blaze threatened to consume all Coruscant.

Even then, this was all just the prologue. For I know the war will not be won through the clashing of armies. Victory will not come from the deaths of thousands; only the death of one. That is what I am here for. While the masses weakened themselves slashing and jabbing at the body of the beast, I would strike at it's head. 

With the pass-codes I'd looted from Draxxal clutched in my gloved hand, I look out across the rapidly darkening skyline towards my next destination: Presidential Palace.