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Mon Calamari/Dac


Nikolai Kolchak

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    Life had changed a great deal for T’ali’au over the last year, and yet the core of what she was doing was what she had always done. Protecting people, bringing joy and harmony, giving thanks to the life giving oceans. She was in a different ocean now, on a different world, but she still felt Loloto all around her. She had come to Dac as an ambassador for her people on Scarif, in the hope that Mon Calamari engineers could stop the poisoning of her world, or maybe even reverse some of the damage. But now Dac was being poisoned, and if T’ali’au could do anything to stop it, she would. Loloto was guiding her now, towards a darkness that might be the source of the infection. The inky depths of the waters beckoned coldmind, but she could not afford to be sluggish and tired right now, so she reached out to the ocean mother for warmth. Phantasmal currents of heat moved through her and reinvigorated her muscles and mind. 

 

    The poison here was like a fungus, lurking deep in caves and spreading its evil like spores carried on beasts and currents alike. It was too hungry, too vast for subtlety, and therefore probably something ancient and forgotten, rather than a nascent new threat. It spoke through the void in words that held no meaning to her, and Loloto’s embrace became as much a cloak against its malfeasance as the cold depths. As T’ali’au descended she realized that its call betrayed it. While the rules were different, just as sound interacted with surfaces, the mental chant’s distortions revealed a natural cave entrance to the source of the poison. It was a welcome alternative to the sewage entrance that the natives had recommended, and T’ali’au was glad to have avoided the toxins (not to mention the stench) that such a route promised. 

 

    Coursing through the caves with well honed agility, T’ali’au began to sense the presence of others in the dark. At least some of them wore light around their spirits the same way that T’ali’au carried Loloto in her heart, and she wondered if they were Jedi, alien holy warriors that sought out and confronted evil. If so, they would be invaluable aid in helping to stop the poison. Perhaps the tides of Loloto had brought them all together in this moment. She reached out to them gently, the metaphysical equivalent of playfully splashing someone with water to get their attention.

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    In a sequence of moments, it seemed like everything was coming undone. Agents of that ever present poison that the Jedi called the Sith were in through the tunnels, accompanied by a nightmarish entity of pain whose presence felt like shards of glass racing across exposed flesh. It was easy to feel small and powerless when confronted with such relentless oppression, but even in this sickened place T’ali’au was surrounded and filled with the presence of Loloto. The priestess had noticed in her time abroad that people who were separated from nature equated its harmony with peace. Harmony meant that everything had a place in the waters of creation that benefitted everything else in some way, even if it wasn’t immediately apparent. Nature was fully prepared to rise against anything that threatened the natural order, in ways that certainly weren’t peaceful.

 

    T’ali’au observed the thousands of currents that were interwoven to create the ecology around her, and gently nudged certain ones. Loloto cursed those that tried to seize the power of creation away from her, but allowed for a select few to sway the natural path of things as long as they continued to embrace her design. It was not against nature for the local predators to hunt prey and defend their territory. The natural caves and heavy flooding of the area created a perfect point of access as the ocean demonstrated in blunt physicality the difference between harmony and peace.

 

The caves erupted into chaos as sleek and powerful predators surged in from the depths. Keelkana slithered and swam through the tunnels in a territorial blood frenzy, while krakana breached from the larger areas intent on devouring large swathes of Sith troops. The enemy meant to walk against the current, and now the tides were rising and meeting them head on.

 

T’ali’au readied her spear and let her presence fade into the world around her. Soon she would move through the slaughter to aid her unknown allies, making use of the discord to mitigate the numbers and discipline of the enemy. The day could still be won.

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 The aggregate of all of the chaos came in the form of a surging tidal force, sweeping everyone into further depths. T’ali’au surrendered herself to Loloto’s will, diverting the blunt trauma of impacts through rolling and launching off of surfaces when possible. When at last she found herself at the terminus of the descent, she vanished beneath the waist high waters to better ascertain the situation.

 

The ancient poison’s presence was felt more keenly in this void, but it felt alien compared to the men from the surface. These beasts were like any other agents of the poison, and prone to infighting. It wasn’t long before tentacles of whatever lurked beneath were picking off soldiers.

 

The priestess readied her spear and began an elegant but conservative dance of strikes and interwoven movements. She muted her presence in the chaos, not concealing it entirely but also not advertising her presence.

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                The world was literally bursting apart at the seams as this unholy poison strained and pushed against the cage that contained it while going through its death throes. It was time to leave, especially with more agents of the poison gathering like infection around a wound. It was foolish to think that the galaxy could be saved in a day, and even more so to try and do it alone. As the waters came crashing in on the cave, T’ali’au quietly disappeared beneath the rising tides and made her way through a series of fissures out to the wider expanse of the ocean. 

 

                 Today wasn’t a victory for the forces of creation, but at least there were threads of hope in that a greater poison had been quelled, and as long as life persisted, the chance for future victories remained. Perhaps the most important lesson from today was that the galaxy needed the people of Scarif as much as Scarif needed the galaxy. It was time to stand together against the beasts that rampaged through the worlds.

 

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                  Some time later, T’ali’au was back on the surface and departing the planet. The Imperial navy was focusing its attention on bigger fish, and the chartered freighter was able to slip by unnoticed, or at least unchallenged.

 

OOC((Evac and leaving through imperial lines was cleared by Ex before posting))

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