[Center][h2]Mandalore the Risen [/h2][/center]

I pale at hearing my name spoken. For a moment, I am caught between my instinct and rational thought. I take a deep breath, and in a very forced calm voice, I say, “I just won a major battle on your behalf. I lost hundreds of men for a battle YOU asked me to fight. I am running completely on raw emotion. All I want to do is take some time to enjoy my victory with the person I care about, but you can’t even wait until morning to give me the eviction notice!?” I ball my fists. “Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? Now that my people have served their purpose, you want us gone! Can’t even give us a day to mourn our dead and celebrate those who survived. It’s ‘So long! Get lost! Thanks for everything!’.” My voice begins to quiver with emotion, and it is obvious I am on the verge of some sort of breakdown.