[Center][h2]Koraline Okarr [/h2][/center]

I raise my hands. “Hey, I know enough not to watch my step around Mandos. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m practically an honorary member of Clan Spar, thanks to an old friend of mine.”


 [Center][h2]Millu’ci’vanda [/h2][/center]

“I wouldn’t go announcing that if I were you.” As we leave the ship, we are almost immediately met by Mandalorian guards. Having been told to expect our arrival, they lead us inside. 


 [Center][h2]Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

When Becca and Jerus arrive at the penthouse, they find that the atmosphere is very unlike they expected. Rather than a serious meeting, it looks more like the Mandalorians have thrown a party. Many of them hold drinks, and they gather in small clumps to talk and laugh with friends. 

Off to one side, I chat quietly with Zarka Saxon. “Currents change, I’m afraid. We either go with the flow or get washed away.” I lean in. “Though, between you and me, I’ve learned that a properly placed stone can alter the course in dramatic ways.”


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

“So says the witch.” I give Xan a wary look. “Though I’ll... keep that in mind.” As Becca and Jerus walk to the table, I nod my head towards them in a stiff greeting. “I see you survived the battle.”


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

“Hello to you too.” The energy of the room is strange. Everywhere else, I could feel the anxiety of the Mandalorians as the realization that this might not be a permanent conquest set in. Yet here, it was like they were all purposely acting blissfully ignorant to the facts; as if by acting like they weren’t leaving, they could somehow make it true. 

And oddest of all was that Ava Cadera had yet to arrive.