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

As I jump back, Iwan’s acid green lightsaber activates in my off hand. I do my best to deflect Zar’kun’s attack with both weapons, though I do not attempt any counter attack. After a few moments of defending his powerful barrage, something clicks in my brain. Using the Force to increase my speed, I quickly twist away from Zar’kun and kick him away from me. I then backflip across the pad to give myself extra room for what I’m about to do next.

Looking directly at him, I hold out both my lightsabers... and drop them. They deactivate and clatter to the ground. I then drop to my knees. “I will not fight you, Zar’kun. Please... I just want to go home.” Tears welling in my eyes. “I know I’ve been manipulative in the past... and I know my mistakes cost everyone greatly... but I swear I’m not responsible for this.”


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

I roll my eyes. “Crocodile tears? Really?” I turn away in apparent disgust. “Finish her, Zar’kun. The Revolution needs justice. I thr mean time, I need to meet with Cosen Greshh before she leaves.” I signal the Elite Protectors to stay behind while I walk away to find my own shuttle.