Tera frowned as she stood beside Lyla, speaking in her language.  She closed ehr eyes reaching out with the Force trying to get a feel for all the participants.

Lyla was taken aback by Fala's question, and there wasn't much she could say with the High Priest bobbing up and down right next to. But she didn't have much to say about Cardo anyway. 'Sedrian ways are not my people's ways, and we haven't been in Fitsay long,' she qualified, 'But I saw nothing there to make me think that.' It was a careful answer, but her opinion that Cardo could maybe share the Golden Sun better to head off Karak's revolt weren't at issue here. Surprised to hear her native tongue, she whispered back to Tera [Language unknown: uVorri ad sece, wh m trsiwi ere os butat wh. Terth me il entwasere nerimear me wa ha E anyet hoer.be]

This conversation didn't seem to be going anywhere, it was time to bring out the big guns. 'But I saw a lot to make me doubt Bishop Karak.' It would be hard denouncing him to her daughter, but it had to be done. Sensing something between them, she left Pek out of her story 'We infiltrated the base of the Imperials – you call them fish-killers. We took captives and questioned them. They plot to steal the Golden Sun and use it as a weapon against other worlds like Sedri.' she announced, raising her voice as much as her suit's underwater speaker would permit.

'Then we saw this.'

She commed to Chu aboard the Gold, 'Chu, play it.' She really hoped that had been her name she'd heard in his latest growling, and that that meant he was ready. This would be a bad time for projector troubles.


OOC: Perception 14
11:24, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 14 using 1d20+8. reroll (Acute Senses).
11:24, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 16 using 1d20+8. perception.

Tera shook her head [Language unknown: "Et k, o na chsaof ou wh ove. Ounis enos und naunll. Reani mefor atha com, horeet e era eknila prce aith i tinto stera Ieetme ni nihou...Wi elund ennc ioelut o i Nd trro ingughone ess Etllur. Usno u les deroer-illund somughoun prchle a ckpl sti ersvenoreout. N ntouwa ousicheve po anst ca ei prasre ckivfiek. Enctiooun adrut A ntse ouie korovetin. Urfoil ughanyfor p lo ro korratreader m ioie wentis tipro Omearthatvir. Pende ittewh entai we haaies pahi ourth ha miasharo Vorrutoer Lindas ncne m ess are n enchat'wheand?"] Tera looked around quickly trying to speak in a high pitched squeek [Language unknown: Ecro, ceicwa ut ou ithfo eiel. N ncble il ouneeldi itlieipe caivof lengti eauallfor oul ma wais Etliha ai to ugh hatnteion eentioingonethe m."]

Flipping the switch, Chu-Shkar watched the images and audio play out in the water around the Gold's nose. He actually felt sorry for these people. They were deceived by the one they trusted. It was too much like Jortar's betrayal of his family. An ache began in his heart as he thought about the family he'd never be allowed to see again.

Kirthwa would be entering her mating time this year, and he wouldn't be able to threaten her suitors like a good father should. Chu-Shkar couldn't help it, and a mournful cry slipped softly from him as he thought of how beautiful she would look in her flowers of the Thruuk-Sha ceremony.

At Tera's suggestion, he came back to his reality, and growled threateningly and began to really examine the sensors. If there was going to be betrayal, he wanted to stop it fast. [Language unknown: "Meetckesun."] He commed her back.

Things were apparently going smoothly at first.
But of course there had to be something strange happening.

All the exchanges in a language he didn't know wasn't very encouraging.

And Tera's warning - well, what she said in a understandable language - only increased his trouble: he would hate that they had been played.

"You must have see how Cardo keeps the powers of the Golden Sun to himself. My father wants to create his own sun cave, study it and share it with all. Do you believe in equality?" Fala asked Lyla as the pair talked about Fitsay.

Then when the Rebels played back the recording of Bishop Karak's meeting with the Commander Aban. The Sedrian was shattered by the revelation. The representative of the renegade Sedrians had firstly been composed and her arguments cogent. Then she was floating in the water, her tail flapping limply "this can not be" she stuttered.

"The sun caves must be defended from the fish-killers" she admitted after a pause as she turned the conversation away from any parley and to what they should do next.

Lyla was glad Fala and the others had accepted this so easily – no angry denials, no accusations of falsified evidence, no revelations they were all in bed with the Imperials, and, best of all, no attempt to shoot the messenger. 'And we will help you.' she said, hoping this was a promise she could deliver on. But she had to focus on their mission first. 'But we need our emissary back. Where is Mors Odrion?' she demanded before Fala got any ideas.

Chu-Shkar begins manipulating the dials on the Gold's sensor suite.

Tera nodded "Where is Mors Odrion. If your path is truly against the fish killers, then returning him to us will help in that goal."

Klyn felt some of the tension disappears as the discussion shifted from opposition to cooperation.  At least one bloodshed avoided... for the moment.
Lyla and Tera's question was, of course, a necessity, but if they really stole part of the Sun Coral, diplomacy will be needed.

And since it was definitively not his area of expertise, he decided to stay silent.

On board the Alabak’s Gold Chu-Shkar kept an eye on the sensor array. The Wookiee scanned the settlement. There was plenty of life-forms present. The green ocean was full of life. He detected larger life-forms within the tents and buildings, most likely Sedrians. There was no signs of technology beyond the simple spears and tools. A few traces of the Golden Sun powered labour saving devices and sun guns were present but much less common than in Fitsay.

“The walking one is being held here” Fala admitted when asked, after the revelation about her father she was nervous about the answer. Fala glanced back toward the renegades camp and signalled her guards to come closer then began to swim toward a sturdy building “your companion is in here” she explained. The guards opened the door at her command but there was no one inside. The Sedrian renegade was shaken again and demanded the guard on duty explain but all they could do was shake their whiskers and say that they knew nothing.

'Where is he?!' Lyla demanded in shock and anger, fearing that the Sedrian renegades were trying to trick them. They'd come so close to a peaceful resolution too. But Fala seemed genuinely surprised, and Lyla looked again in the cell, to see if there was some clue as to what had happened to Odrion. Goddess, if Karak had quietly gotten rid of him or delivered him to the Imperials...


OOC: Looking for clues, whatever. Did Odrion escape?
20:07, Today: Lyla Rahn rolled 28 using 1d20+8. perception.

Tera looked aorund with Lyla for any sign of Mors, whether he'd been there earlier and who might have "rescued" him from his current location. She decided to try the Force as well as helping Lyla.

OOC:
21:28, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 21 using 1d20+9.  Perception: aid another.
21:28, Today: Tera Inkari rolled 29 using 1d20+10.  use the force.

When they looked in the cell there was nothing to show any sign of escape. Everything was in order, except Mors Odrion was not there.

Fala questioned the guard further but he provided no clues as to what may have happened. Now fully suspecting that her father had betrayed her Fala demanded any of the guards who have been guarding the prisoner give her an explanation. The renegades submitted to her order and gathered around to shake their whiskers in confusion, that was all bar one. A renegade named Porm who was the last to gaurd the prisoner before the most recent change of guard. Porm was not there and no where to be found. Several of priests and other renegades were also discovered missing.

With everyone else now gathered Fala ordered those able to fight to return to Fitsay to protect the caves. Around one hundred Sedrian prepared to go.

'Did none of you ever think to check on him?' an exasperated Lyla demanded on the shiftless Sedrian guards. Some revolutionaries these were; making a rescue attempt would have been a guaranteed success.

'Alright, where would this Porm and these others have gone? Were they particularly close to Bishop Karak?' she asked, thinking Karak had fled with his loyalists or his cronies, with Odrion in tow, for some nasty purpose.

Chu-Shkar continued to scan for anything out of the ordinary.

The more they inquired, the more the treacheries of Karak and his close circle became apparent.  Whatever suspicions Terra might have had, they were crumbling faced with the facts they could see and understand.

"Do you think they are planning to attack the city with the imperials?"

[Language unknown: "Nc ilolch sa on, p evlela me venpa reent ncofssma."] Chu-Shkar says in response to Klyn.

"I don't like the look of this.. There's no telling what they might do if they're desperate enough.."

He's seen what people, human or otherwise can do when they think all hope is lost. He's seen pilots smash their fighters into larger craft without any real hope of doing damage.

"My father must have gone and taken the prisoner with him" Fala answered Lyla "he must have taken the others with him. Dragob, Spodan, Burborok and K'hondo. All the priests are missing" she confirmed.

The renegades were an assortment of Sedrians, all followers of Karak and his priests. Now they looked to Fala for leadership, without any other priests to guide them. They all gathered and began their journey to Fitsay before either the priests of the Broken Shell or the Imperials could steal or destroy the Golden Sun.

"My father wants to share the Golden Sun with his people" she replied to Klyn. Despite all she had seen and heard Fala believed her fathers words were still true. She admitted her father's plans were twisted but she had faith that he was true to his word. "The Fish-killers are evil" she agreed "I think they will attack the Golden Sun" she tells him.

[Language unknown: "I wickdi an ithwa ecieai thale dayounere a ur pa ave."] Chu-Shkar sent over the comlink.

'Karak and his cronies must have returned to the sea-base. The Imperials will want to interrogate Odrion, so Karak was probably holding him to trade.' Lyla surmised as they started off.

'Your father might think he is doing the right thing,' Lyla began carefully, not wishing to offend Fala too much while she was being co-operative, 'But the fish-killers will try to steal the Golden Sun and enslave your people, just as they did mine. We have to stop them' she warned. If only she could think how...

Tera sighed heavily "The golden sun is the fish killers ultimate goal. So we need to do everything possible to try to prevent that. It's far too valuable to let them have it." she turned to Fala "okay, now think carefully. What is your fathers ultimate goal? Does he seriously think the fish killers would not just take the golden sun from him? Would he plan for that and have a way to betray the fish killers? What do the fish killers have that he wants or needs to do what he needs to do?"

"I agree Chu-Shkar" said Klyn "we should go back inside the gold to plan our next moves.  I would feel a lot safer than here in the open..."


The two others were still in heavy talk with Fala, but he just wanted to get back to their ship and talk strategy outside of the bishop's former allies.

The Rebels gathered in the Alabak's Gold and began the journey back to Fitsay. Along side them Cardo, Pek and their entourage swam back. Also with them was Fala and around hundred of the renegades. The Rebels onboard their ship began to plan their defence of Fitsay or an assault on the Imperial AT-AT Swimmer.

Then when they were just outside the Sedrian city in the murky distance several lights appeared. They were faint at first and then got brighter and brighter. One of the lights was especially large and bright. When Fitsay was in sight they could also see the forms of seatroopers, the seatroopers jetted forward in perfect formation. Behind them was the Imperial AT-AT Swimmer, a Walker-sized vehicle moving upon repulsors instead of legs. Its beast-like head moved back and forth bolts exploded from its forward cannons and boiled through the churning sea. The Imperial assault had begun!

OOC Continued in Imperial Attack.