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

“What type of business? What’s more important than a meeting with the Allit’alor?”


 [Center][h2]Hunter Ordo [/h2][/center]

“As I’m sure you can imagine, Chief Fett, there is a lot to do following a battle of this scale. The logistics of holding an entire planet, not to mention a capital world, are extremely complicated.”


 [Center][h2]Khomo Fett [/h2][/center]

“You think these fancy words mean anything? You’ve been speaking like a droid ever since that Sith nearly scrambled your brain!”


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

I roll my eyes at Khomo. He was a few blasters short of an armory himself, I didn’t expect him to understand word with too many syllables. “And what about our street rat friends? Will they be joining us or do they plan to scramble back into their dens?”

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

I walk in as he speaks, accompanied by my sister and mother. “We are here, Saxon. We have always been here and we always will be here. This is, after all, our planet.”