There didn't seem much need to whisper, as Pek clearly didn't speak Basic, though Lyla lowered her voice regardless, as speaking aloud untranslated could be seen as rude. She explained her thoughts to the team. 'Local knowledge: what the Sedrians know of Imperial activity, what happened to Odrion, what this Golden Sun is. The lay of the land – or the sea, so to speak. It can't hurt to find out what they know first, and make friends of the locals.' She waved to Pek before returning to the speeder-raft.

As it was turned around for the ride back to the Gold, Lyla sighed and shook her head as medpac after expensive medpac went to waste patching up the two foolhardy Jedi. 'Maybe you should leave a scar or two as a reminder.' she suggested to Tera with a teasing grin for the two patients. 'Well, I hope you two have learned the value of teamwork. 'Coz a little fish tells me you might not be as pompous as we thought.' she added, hinting at her private conversation with Quantros, and hoping the others would take it that she was giving them a second chance because of it.

Back in the ship, she left Tera to their work, slipping back to her quarters to change. An aquata breather was good for an emergency or brief use, but the trip to Fitsay could take a while, and for that they needed the long-term usefulness of the underwater breathing suits. So Lyla changed out of her yet-to-be-wetted bikini and climbed into the divesuit, though a skin-tight, body-hugging suit had its own allures. She checked her tails were strapped down, and the practiced folding her pointed ears into cones to keep out the water. Check, check, and check.

Afterward, she went to where Klyn was docking the pilfered waveskimmers, wondering how they had so many. More than they needed, at any rate. 'We could keep two waveskimmers as outriders, and sink the rest, to deny them to the Imps. Can we moor them outside?'

Walking over to Lyla, Chu-Shkar asked, [Language unknown: "It ie eesa i hoeiac ithiveder earie? Fi wer t cedieeac ma notughherardati ecsan wileth. Ounterrut usfoel iohas haeste At ant."]

Lyla looked apologetically to Chu-Shkar. 'I'm sorry, I don't understand...' But because she couldn't exactly say nothing, she went on, 'I mean, I've learned other languages, but in my work, on Tatooine, I went with Rodese and Huttese first... I've been meaning to try Shyriiwook when I had the chance...'

As the image flickered out, Quantros softly smiled, reminiscing over the contents of the holocron. He placed it down next to him, as he sat on the cargo container. Taking a deep breath, Quantros began putting himself into a deep meditation, communing with the Force to help speed up his healing.

OOC: 03:53, Today: Quantros Starbound rolled 21 using 1d20+7.  Use the Force: Force Trance.

"Sadly, we are already a bit overcrowded.  I suppose they expected us to find quite a few survivor when they put two of those big transport inside the Gold.

I think we can safely store one, but nothing more..." Klyn answered Lyla's question regarding the waveskimmers.

He turned to the Wookie.

"Excellent idea!" he answered.
"I should have thought about it too." he added shacking his head.

"Chu-Shkar suggested we dispose of the skimmers and garb as much useful parts and components as possible." he translated for Lyla.

The contents of the port cargo bay were transferred to starboard hold and then a stolen waveskimmer was housed in the empty bay. Another was left on the rocky outcrop in case they might need it later. The rest were sabotaged but not before Chu-Shkar have scavenged comms units and power cells from them. It took a few minutes to accomplish it all. Whilst he waited Pek swam powerfully through the water and splashed the Rebels as he helped sink the Imperial water vehicles. Once they were ready Pek dived down deep, although he swam well and was clearly able to breathe in the water he did not delve deeper than about thirty metres at any time. The Alabak's Gold had no trouble keeping pace with the Sedrian.

After travelling for a while they come upon the city of Fitsay, it was like landing on a planet from space through the sparkling water. From above the city looks fairly small. A large shell dome dominates the centre of the area. To one side a bench-like structure rises up from the sandy bottom and on the other a complex of interconnected stone buildings filled the watery depths. About half a kilometre to the northwest the terrain begins to slope up toward mountainous peaks that form a sheer cliff wall further back.

Sedrians swim through and amongst the buildings. In what appears to be a marketplace one Sedrian bellows at a gathering crowd.

OOC The journey takes about seven hours so Bron and Quantros both gain 7 hit points.

'I think that was the plan.' Lyla agreed to Klyn and Chu-Shkar, 'In fact, it's our default operation.'

She regarded the waveskimmers thoughtfully. 'Maybe we could jam 'em in the Jedi's quarters...' She shrugged. 'Okay, stick one in the cargo bay, if it'll fit. I'd rather we have one, just in case we need it. We could always sell it on the black market if not.'

*

When it came time to set off, Lyla dove fluidly into the water after Pek, swimming after him. Sure, she could ride in the safety and dryness of the Alabak's Gold, but having a massive and ungainly spaceship following a single swimmer seemed quite hazardous, not to mention impolite. So as not to seem aloof, she would follow the Sedrian in person, and the pilots could follow her and her comlink signal.

Besides, it gave Lyla practice in the divesuit and at swimming in general, though soon her arms and legs ached with unused-to exertions, a dull burn that made her feel stronger and more capable for the future. Still, Lyla had to stop and rest a few times over the seven-hour swim, letting the suit's jets propel her along in lieu of legs.

It also gave her a useful familiarity with the underwater environment. The world under the sea was so much vaster and stranger than she'd ever seen on the surface, and she saw all kinds of fish, cephalapods, shell fish, crabs, corals, and anemones. She asked Pek about some of them, though the need for translators made conversation limited. She could feel the water currents on her tails, and felt connected to the natural world in an even more intimate way than before.

At last, they came upon the city. Lyla was impressed, but wondered why the Sedrians had built it underwater. If mammalian, then surely they were air-breathers. Or had they evolved away from that? Did they contain air in that dome? She would find out soon.

Lyla pointed to the crowd and the Sedrian haranguing them. 'What's going on down there?' she asked Pek, sending a translation.


OOC: I presume our translators work underwater?
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Jason spends the entire time simply just flying along, there really isn't that much of a trick to it. There aren't many dangerous obstacles, no sea monsters to bother them, and in truth, it's a pretty dull trip. So he's extremely glad when they finally spot this city they seem to be heading to.

He studies the city for a while and then slowly get's out of the pilot's chair. It isn't easy for him to give up piloting anything. But he feels he might be able to help out a lot out there.

"If one of you could be so kind to take over here.. I'll go put on that armor, and see if i can't help Lyla out.."

He reaches out for the com to contact Lyla.

"If you see a seatrooper come out of our ship, don't shoot, it'll be me.. I'll come give you a hand.."


He waits just a moment to see if Lyla or anyone else will object.

Lyla commed back. 'Alright, but maybe just wear a water-suit, forget the armour. It looks like there could be a lot of angry Sedrians out here, and I can't explain to them all you're not a fish-killer.'

Chu-Shkar spend most of the trip puttering around with the scavenged materials. It's not clear yet what exactly he's making, but that's probably due to it not having all the parts yet. When Jason says he needs someone to take over as pilot, Chu-Shkar does so grumpily.
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"You're probably right.. Can you ask our new friend if there is some symbol or manner in which I might show myself to be a friend to his people, even in armor? There are certain benefits to having it along"

He switches to using his own personal comlink as he heads out of the cockpit. He'd prefer to use the new armor if at all possible. There are certain symbols, such as a white flag to humans, that indicate peace and trust. Perhaps these creatures have the same, probably not a flag, but some sea shell or underwater plant.

'Probably, but there's no benefit to it now. And I doubt a hundred angry Sedrians will stop to check your badge before they chuck harpoons at you. This looks sensitive; we'll sort it out later.' Lyla commed back, then added 'Just come out in a wetsuit. You've got nothing to be ashamed of.' Her smirk was unseen, but not unheard.
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Jason chuckles as he heads into his room to change.

"I wasn't worried about my love handles as much as I was about stopping any blaster shots that might be coming my way, but you're right. Dressing up like an imperial isn't going to win me any points around here.."

He doesn't waste any time getting dressed in his wetsuit and grabbing his needed supplies to go underwater. It just then strikes him that he hasn't actually had any contact with this water and has no idea if it's pleasant or freezing cold.

"How's the water? Tropical paradise or freezing cold?"

Lyla stopped to consider a moment. 'Actually fairly warm. You don't really feel it through the suit.'

"Sounds good, I'll be right out"

Jason will be sure to grab one of the SG4 blasters, his own blaster rifle, while powerful, will do very little underwater. So he'll need to rely on the secondary setting of this weapon if any kind of battle breaks out underwater.

With his equipment in order, he heads to the airlock, which should work just fine underwater as well, this is a mon calamari ship after all. So he places the rebreather into his mouth and allows the airlock to fill with water, squeezing his nose and popping his ears as the water pressure equalizes to that of the water 30 ft below the surface.

Once the outer door opens he swims out and heads towards Lyla. While he does prefer to fly somewhere, he has to admit the water is nice, and it's good to get out and stretch his legs and arms. That 7 hour flight was far too dull for his liking.

Once he get's close enough to spot Lyla's distinctive form in the water, he'll wave and speed up to join her. As he get's closer he notices that he didn't realize just how form fitting these wetsuits could be until he spots Lyla in hers. Despite the fact that he's wearing one himself. But that thought is pushed to the side and he studies the city before them, and waits for this 'prince of seals' to lead the way.

"Renegades" Pek shook his head "they will take Fitsay deep enough that only bubbles will rise" he grumbled to Lyla.

The underwater breathing suits regulated breathable air and maintained an even body temperature for the wearer. Jason grabbed an SG-4 and swam into the green sea. Rocks and seaweeds covered the sea floor, beneath them was the city. The voice of the renegade's bellowing reached them through the water "how dare this city regulate our lives! Should not the power be for everyone? Should not the community be free? Join Karak! Defy those who hold the power for themselves!" he called to the crowd.

On board the ship Chu-Shkar is interrupted from his work to pilot the Alabak's Gold, the result being a scattered array of tools and electronic components on the co-pilot seat and adjoining control panel. The Wookiee's progress in whatever he was creating looked in its early stages. Flying the ship, if that term was still appropriate in the circumstances, was a mundane task. All Chu-Shkar had to do was keep operate the low-power tractor beam projector to prevent the ship being taken away with the ocean tides.

Still weak from the battle Bron opens his eyes to find himself staring at the blank white wall of the med-bay. In an an attempt to stand up he winced slightly in pain before regaining his composure. Tera seemed to have stepped out of the med-bay and he did not expect her to keep watch over him for a full cycle.

Using the surrounding beds and cabinets to steady himself, he finally made it to his feet and found the strength to stand on his own. Leaving the med-bay he looked towards his quarters and thought about settling back into another force trance, but he heard the commotion from the bridge.

Turning towards the bridge he made his way down the p-way slowly but surely. He had definitely learned his lesson, he was not an army unto himself. Reaching the bridge he saw the underwater city looming in-front of him, letting out a low whistle in appreciation of the cities beauty as he leaned against the frame and stood in the doorway.
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Lyla nodded to Jason as he swam up, glad to see he wasn't in armour, then turned her attention back to the Sedrians. While she could probably agree with the words, she had no idea what these renegades wanted. Well, local politics were none of their concern. They could only try to get rid of the Imperials and hopefully make sorting things out easier for the Sedrians. 'Okay, so, where do we go now?'

During most of the travel, Klyn just checked the instruments on the Gold. He also did a few routine check around the ship, to see how well he coped with the water's pressure.

From time to time he would take a look at Chu-Shkar's work, wondering what the wookie was working on.

He also offered to change place with him at some time so that he could keep working.

Jason frowns down at the 'renegades'. Is being a renegade any different than being a rebel? He doubts he can answer that without knowing the specifics. There are times when it is right to rise up against a corrupt government and stand up for the rights of individual beings. But only as a last resort.

"What are they so angry about?"

"Karak is a troublemaker, he wishes the power of the Golden Sun for himself" Pek answered Jason.

Before the Sedrian renegade can do more another group of Sedrians rush through the crowd. The crowd scattered in all directions. All of the new comers hold long tubular staffs. The staffs were used to push the crowds apart and clear a path to the renegade. Then once the crowd was dispersed one of the Sedrian's raised his staff and a golden beam of light shot from its end and knocked the renegade to the floor, senseless and inert.

"Let me take you to the inn and I shall tell my father of your arrival" Pek suggested to Lyla, his attention away from the marketplace once the renegade had been dealt with.