Nim's amplified voice carries all up and down the street. As she moves forward, Trax moves into a position to flank the crowd and keep an eye on... well, everyone.
Nim says she represents the Allaince. The quiet persists for a moment longer. Then someone calls out, "You mean the people that sent the Declaration of Rebellion?"
Nim gives a smile and says, "Yup."
The crowd erupts into cheers, and the surge forward, reaching their hands out. Trax's hand flies to his blaster and Maris moves to block them, but instead of doing anything violent, the crowd takes turns energetically shaking Nim's hand. There is such an outpouring of joy directed at Nim that at first she is overwhelmed.
'Thank you... such an inspiration... gave us the courage... how many others? where did you come from?" get said to her from too many people to keep track of.
Nim has suddenly become the focus of the crowd, and out of the corner of her eye, through her throng of suddenly adoring fans, Nim watches the folks on the steps that were persecuting the prisoners. Some of them, relief on their faces, join the throng. Two others, looking uncofmortable, try to fade into the background. But the big guy with the scars stands there, not quite sure how to respond. He wanted blood today, to inspire his fellow citizens, but his audience has been taken away and he fumes there now in impotent anger.
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