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

I look at the Greshh family. “It appears you’ve come all this way for nothing. Mand’alor is not here.”


 [Center][h2]Cosen Greshh [/h2][/center]

“We did as she asked. We rallied the people to her cause and won her the planet. The least she could do is thank us.”


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

“No matter. Let Mand’alor take as long as she wants.” I look at Clan Chiefs. “We aren’t going anywhere.”


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

I can tell the tension is building between the two factions, so I intervene. “Mand’alor the Risen will be more than willing to meet with you all tomorrow afternoon. Until then, continue with your celebration. We’ve won the day and the planet belongs to us! For Mand’alor!” I pump my fist in the air. The Clan Chiefs echo me, though less enthusiastically.


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

I shake my head as the partying begins anew. To Cosen, I mutter. “I’m addressing the Revolution tomorrow morning regardless. We didn’t free ourselves from the oppression of the Republic just to fall under the yoke of Mandos.” 

Cosen, Vette, and I make our way across the room towards where Jerus and the others stand. “Take us to my father, please. If there are to be no discussions, I won’t be lingering here.”