Halama City - Halamir
It must have been something they ate on Halamir that made some so large. Leo knew that she was exceptionally tall and built, even among her own family, and one of her most trusted advisors, Galatene, who stood before her at that moment, was a man just as tall and beefy, though that was likely due to him being a Barabel... Beside him stood Kiyar-Dan, an Ongree man who acted as a diplomat of sorts. That is, if the Horde had diplomats. He merely acted as a go-between to send messages if need be, and occasionally he would also act as an advisor.
Leo herself was sitting in a makeshift 'throne' of sorts at the end of a grand hallway at the heart of Halama City, although it was far from cozy, made that way purposely so that no Horde Boss could get too comfortable in their seat of power. Jagged metals lined most of it while the back 'cushion' was thatched roughly with all different types of splintered wood. A Horde Boss could never complain about such a seat, as it would be a clear-cut sign of weakness and indication that they couldn't handle the stresses of leading a Horde. Leo had cut herself on the throne several times over the course of her eleven-year rule, but she made sure to never vocalize the pain it caused her, remembering that it would always pale in comparison to her responsibilities.
"Just as the empires grow, so too do their enemies in number," Galatene told her. "The core is lost, but the rage of its people has been found. Renegades are born anew, and they will fight for us. They will be the straws to break the empire's back."
"The empires have had all too many straws on their backs already," Leo responded. "The Sith Empire alone has been fighting off our kind for too long. They've learned while we've just begun. Don't get a big head just yet, Galatene, not until we prove ourselves against the greater beasts."
"As you say, boss," the Barabel man said with a nod. "No matter the struggle, I look forward to the challenge."
Leo smirked, hearing exactly what she would have expected from someone she put so much trust in. "As do I. As do we all, I hope. Let me see these would-be renegades. I'd like to gauge them before they prove what they are. You know how much I enjoy smelling fresh meat."
"They've been arriving one after another," Kiyar-Dan informed her. "The largest number of new refugees I've ever seen all at once..."
Leo stood from her throne, slowly taking each individual stride down the shallow staircase that led up to her dais. "If they came here instead of the Rebel Alliance, then let's hope they know what they've chosen. If not, they may end up broken before the end of the month. Get Brenett and Veriss to size up those that I'm unable to get to. I'll leave the rest to the two of you. We have a long few days ahead of us, boys. And even longer years to come."
As she stood out in the open sunlight in Halama Square, where the Halamirians both new and old were gathered around, she raised her heavy hammer into the air before crashing it down on the stone beneath her, causing a deafening sound as the ground quaked from the impact. Cracks reached as far as five meters around the hammer before she hoisted it back over her shoulder again. Having gathered the crowd's attention, all she had to do then was wait for the introductions to come to her. Meanwhile, her sister, Veriss, and a good friend of hers, Brenett Storm, would be elsewhere in the city awaiting arrivals.
Veriss would have been closer to the rail station that connected them to the reaches outside of the cities, and Brenett would have been waiting around the commercial district, probably while grabbing some of the sweets available there. Both of them would be outside buildings designed to process refugees, some of the longest-standing stone huts in the city.