[center][h2]Zar'kun Je'and[/h2][/center]

"And just who arranged for the Saxon youths to gun down Gavin Gressh as he addressed the populace? Who would have had the glorious idea to set up a Mandalorian Civil war so soon after their victory?" One of my lightsabers flies into my hand, the black blade springing to life with a snap-hiss. "Your magic leaves a distinct stench. And you reek of abundant use of it."