<div align="center">A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away....<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>STAR WARS: THE MANDALORIAN WARS</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">War! System after system has fallen</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">before the terrible war machine of</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">MANDALORE THE ULTIMATE. Thirteen</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">years after conquering the Outer Rim, his</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">crusade against the Republic has begun.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Facing this great threat, the Republic </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">pleads with the Jedi Order to lead the</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">war-weary armies to victory, but the Jedi</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Council cautions only patience and pacifism<br/>as the onslaught of the mighty NEO-CRUSADERS</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">draws ever closer to the heart of the Republic.<br/><br/>Against the Masters' wishes, the prodigal</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Jedi Knight REVAN has rallied together a host<br/>of his fellow Jedi to defend the Republic and confront</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">the terrible might of the invading Mandalorian forces...</span></div><br/><br/><br/>Coruscant, the bustling city-planet, the heart of the Republic, surrounded by an artificial ring of warships. They could be seen from the surface, moving too slowly to notice in orbit around the planet. On the surface, a young woman looked up at them, standing in the shadow of a statue depicting a distinguished man in Jedi robes. She looked away, losing interest.<br/><br/>They were in a public park, a place of artificial beauty surrounded by lanes of speeder traffic. A few people were milling around around them, but this was supposed to be an out-of-the-way meeting place.<br/><br/>The Twi'lek began to read the inscription on the monument behind her... "Supreme Chancellor Biel Ductavis." She murmured, a hint of confusion in her voice. He was dressed like a Jedi Master, not a politician. He stood hard and resolute, but his features were noble and heroic. Merryn S'Jet seemed like a pale imitation in comparison. Though she stood tall and stoic like a model Jedi, her hands were folded reservedly in front of her waist. She was dressed in her dark brown and tan robes, obscuring her form. Despite the bulky clothing, her figure could still be seen depending on the angle you looked at her from... Her thoughts drifted to Kailen. He might not have been as erudite as Nory, but he had an interest in this sort of thing- history and lore.<br/><br/>Her thoughts subconsciously reached out to him, her curiosity tugging at him. She turned to look at him, instinctively, but her attention was caught by another young man behind him. He was walking towards them, wearing Jedi robes. The Twi'lek narrowed her eyes and tilted her head... "You're... Kalluka's padawan, aren't you?" She asked as he approached, "Oh, forgive me. Well met."<br/><br/>She offered him a polite nod.<br/><br/>In truth, Merryn felt a little nervous. They'd turned their back on the order a few days ago.  She was absolutely sure no one had learned of their plans, but one could never be too cautious among Jedi. Especially with her... peculiar handicap. The Twi'lek looked around, expecting Kalluka to appear out of nowhere to foil their plot. The Jedi Council may have reluctantly sanctioned Revan's crusade, but she didn't want to endure an earnest attempt at dissuading her and her padawans from the cause.<br/><br/>Merryn's heart sank when she saw a group of Republic soldiers approaching them.<br/><br/>They were in their garrison uniforms, casually wearing only a side-arm on their belts. Among them was a young woman with raven black hair. This was who they were supposed to meet this afternoon, and for a moment she feared the instant one of them spoke, the entire Council would descend upon them, catching the would-be deserters in the act.<br/><br/>On the exterior, Merryn was utterly calm.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, Master Jedi." The officer at the head of the group said, reaching out to shake her hand. He was an older human with a scar across his temple and tired eyes. She offered a smile and took it as he continued to speak, "I'd just like to thank you for everything." "Please." She interjected, though her eyes shot towards the woman beside him. Something about her, she sensed, was unlike the rest of the soldiers before them.<br/><br/>"I'm Major Parn Fedder with the Ministry of Defense," The man said, "-and this is Lieutenant Linzi Madaline of the Republic Army Mercy Corps. She's been assigned as your handler and liaison. I assure you she's highly qualified." "I'm sure." Merryn interrupted again with a polite smile, and he eventually broke off their handshake. The Jedi Knight back towards Jekin, still curious as to his intentions here.