[center][h2]Mandalore the Fallen[/h2][/center]

"Very well. I should make some preparations of my own." I look down at the floor, not wanting to look at HJ. "You should... probably go. We'll talk later... if you want."

[center][h2]HJ Twilight[/h2][/center]

"Yeah, maybe we will." I pat Hank on the arm. "Let's leave them alone. I need to sit down for a while."

[h2]EARLIER[/h2]

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

I am thrown onto the hard floor of a boiler room in the lowermost levels of the hotel/command center. The Mandalorian Protectors stand over me, their leader aiming a blaster at my head. Through it is difficult, I manage to reach out with the Force to the first person that comes to mind. [i]Korre... I'm sorry.[/i]

[center][h2]Armond Organa[/h2][/center]

Before Tomar Rau can pull the trigger, a stun bolt hits him in the back and knocks him to the ground. The remaining Protectors turn to see me, flanked by Organa soldiers. “Hold it! In the name of the Galactic Senate of the Republic, I order you to drop your weapons and step away from the Senator immediately.”