Private Storms Inside

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol watched as the Jedi ship slowly landed on Dellalt. The large Jedi looked over at the Padawan that had joined him for this mission, Aayla Shan . The mission was simple. They were there to be sure the planet was ready to evacuate in case the Bryn attacked. While Or'Fol did worry about what Aayla might say in an attempt to get people to leave soon, he hoped she could learn something from this.

The ship would soon touch down, and the herglic would start walking to the landing ramp. "Now, Padawan Shan. You remember what are mission is here, correct?"

 

[Aayla Shan]

On the other hand, the padawan was eager to prove herself as anything other than a hothead. She had done a fair amount of research before this mission within archives. Not only on the planet, and its denizens. but on Master Moric himself. It was prudent of her to pay attention to him, and learn as much as she could. From what she could tell, he was one of, if not the leading authority on the history of the order. His knowledge was valuable, if nothing else. Aayla was dressed in a set of white and black robes, a Jedi utility belt hung around her waist, housing things critical to the mission. Such as a rebreather (probably the most important thing for Dellalt), rations, and various equipments. Her hood was up, so other than a few strands of ivory hair, the most prominent facial feature was the padawan braid that hung just out from under

(Dress example

The hood is black)

The place smelled like... Swamp, to be honest. No, better yet, it smelled like a swamp that had intertwined with an ocean. Secretly, she wondered how easy it would be to get the Dellaitians to evacuate. They would probably need a very specific manner of transport; though, that wasn't their objective. Their objective was getting them prepared to evacuate at a moments notice. To that point, Aayla's head perked up at the Master, as he towered above her.

"Of course, Master Moric. Warn the Dellaitians of potential Bryn aggressions. Suggest potential worlds for temporary... Or permanent rehousing. You can count on me..." The padawan said, smiling up at the Master reassuringly.

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol couldn't help but smiled a little at the Padawan's answer. He nodded a bit to her as he walked down the ramp, getting ready for a potential swim.

"I know I can." He then looked at the water, waiting a moment before starting to get in. "We should also find out if they need any assistance in preparing." He would start to take deeper breaths before looking back at Aayla Shan .

"I would suggest getting your rebreather ready." Once she was ready, it was time to dive. The master would lead the way down below. Soon, they would fine one of the cities of the Dellaintian, and they would soon come face to face with the massive species.

 

[Aayla Shan]

She should've probably taken off her cloak for this... No, she was going to absolutely do that. Before she walked down that ramp, she tugged the overcoat off, folding it up and stowing it on one of the benches on the ship. This salt water was going to ruin her hair... Taking out her rebreather, she would secure the pouch on her utility belt that housed two spare tanks, giving her a potential six hours of air underwater. Somehow she didn't imagine it would take that long, but she secretly wished she would've bought more. Moving to stand next to Moric, she caught on to him noting that he knew he could trust her, and had she been any more green, she might have been bashful.

As Moric moved to go underwater, Aayla was placing a hand on various trinkets on her form, including her saber; when her eyes snapped onto Moric simply getting in. She caught herself about to ask whether or not he would wear a rebreather when she remembered... Duh, Herglic. He probably didn't need one. Fitting the equipment in her mouth, she made a very dainty leap into the water, splashing in and swimming hard to keep pace with him. Up above, the place was somewhat drab, but underwater, the beauty of the city was stunning. The eerie feel of the lights in the distance mesmerizing, and awe inspiring.

When she finally saw one of the Dellaltians, the padawan was again taken aback. The huge lake faring creature stared back at her with the same amount of wonder, but swam along. Causing Aayla to turn in the water from the unintentional current that it caused. It didn't alarm her, if anything, she would've laughed; Had there not been a requirement for her to of course breathe. Eyes trailing back, she noted Moric had gapped her lightly, and swum harder to catch up.


'Certainly hope this entire outing wont be underwater...' she thought to herself. 'Though, this city is amazing...

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol smiled a bit as he watched the Padawan meet a Dellaltian for presumably the first time. He watched her as he swam a little ahead, keeping his mind on the mission, even if he was chuckling at the sight. The Herglic then looked over, speaking to Aayla Shan with telepathy.

"Enjoying the mission, Padawan? He smirked a little before leading the way, and would lead her into the city. It wasn't often Or'Fol felt small, but right now he honestly did. The Herglic would watch as the Swimming People went about their lives, but soon they would come to an area that seemed to have captured air. He pointed to it, swimming up. He would let a blast of mist from his blowhole has he surfaced, and got to a floor there.

"The city leaders should be here shortly."

 

[Aayla Shan]

It was a rhetorical question right, of course she was enjoying the mission! Aayla would respond in kind. "This place is amazing, I wonder how the food is..." the younger mused. Indeed these sights of the galaxy were always welcome. Aayla had no problem with being humbled, and this place didn't disappoint. In a way, there was a natural defense to it, though she knew better than to think it was any kind of ace up the sleeve. War was a cruel beast, and those that partook only wished to find other ways to burn, and pillage. Following his lead, she would surface and pull herself up onto that subterranean refuge. She moved with grace, easily able to pull herself up to two feet in a small, and even subconscious display of body control.

Nibbling on the bit of a rebreather, she would pull it from her mouth as she took a couple steps away from Moric, observing the decorations that laid the area. Her head swiveling to properly stow the rebreather. To be fair, she couldn't imagine being underwater all day, but she didn't discount the potentiality of using water as a training method. Swimming used a lot of muscles, she would have to consider that the next time she did her calisthenics exercises. As he mentioned the leaders coming shortly, the padawan turned and nodded a confirmation of his words. "Yes, Master Moric.." the words came.

With that, she felt out with the Force, wanting to see if there was anything about the area not readily perceivable by mere eyesight.

Or'Fol Moric

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Moric smiled a bit at the Padawan's musing. He looked out, seeing what was there.

"I guess it would depend on your taste." He would continue to look around and focus on the mission as they got out of the water. He would look over to Aayla, noticing her reaching out. That was good. Keep her mind ready for them to come, but the herglic did worry how she might react to what could be said, but he hoped this would be smooth. He was about to say something else when he heard some bubbling near the water. A Dellaltian would soon surface, looking at Or'Fol and Aayla before speaking in Basic.

"Welcome, Jedi. Padawan. Thank you for being guests of our city." Or'Fol smiled a little.

"Dalso, it's been a long time. We have a lot to discuss." Dalso almost seemed annoyed, looking at the pair their before speaking up.

"I know what you're about to get to. If anything should be talking to the humans above. We live out of the reach of the Bryn from what I've heard." Or'Fol was afraid of this. "Plus, transporting my people would be extremely difficult. You should know this well enough." Or'Fol didn't like this. He looked at Aayla before speaking up.

"You can't possibly believe that."

Aayla Shan

 

[Aayla Shan]

That sounded like a warning, but she would try a lot of things once. The padawan sensed he had more to say, but composed herself when the Dellaitian representative surfaced. A curt bow given as he referred to her by rank, offering a smile as he mentioned them being guests. Almost immediately though, Dalso was being irritating. Did he really think they were out of reach of them? Given, she needed a rebreather to get here, but here she stood. Aayla's hands tensed, then relaxed; raising and folding her arms with a sigh.

Dalso had at least one point, transporting them would be an epic undertaking in of itself, but it simply wasn't safe... All that said, it wasn't her place to force them, in fact it wasn't Master Moric's either. Still, it reminded her of something... At that point, she glanced over to Moric, wondering if he'd chosen this mission specifically for her. It was the same set up as that one back then... In that right, she felt foreshadowed, almost as if she could see herself and Moric leaving without getting anything done; metaphorically, it lit her stove, but she would remain silent until Or'Fol asked if Delso truly believed what he was saying.

At that point she begun to speak, but only got a piece of a word out "Th-.." she said, shaking her head in frustration and simply falling silent.

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Or'Fol looked at Aayla, knowing that she was trying to stay quiet. He looked back at Dalso, shaking his head a little before speaking again.

"Trust me, Dalso. This is not a simple threat. The Bryn don't just invade planets, they terraform. Destroy them. Like the Vong centuries ago." He would then look to the Padawan again. He patted her shoulder, trying to calm her some. He didn't want her to just listen though. He was curious about what was on the Padawan's mind. He would finally speak again, this time addressing Aayla.

"Do you have anything to add Padawan Shan?"

Aayla Shan

 

[Aayla Shan]

What was there to add, Or'Fol had nailed it, and he wasn't lying either. "You've said it all... " she responded, eyes tracking over to Delso. She was a little surprised Master Moric offered her a word in this.

"You're only thinking of it in the short hand... Yeah, the humans above will be the first inflicted, but they WILL NOT stop there... As Master Moric said, they'll turn all of this beautiful planet upside down. If they can't get to you, then they'll just boil the ocean. It may be hard to move all of you guys, but that's why we're here; to figure out how we go about getting that done. Aayla said, folding her arms then, and nodding towards Master Or'Fol.

"Please give Master Or'Fol a chance..."

 

[Or'Fol Moric]

Dalso looked at the Padawan, then back to Or'Fol. He seemed... not really convinced yet, but he seemed to at least be listening.

"Then how do you plan to move our people, Master Jedi? We are not a small species by any means, and we need to remain in water." Or'Fol looked at the leader, sighing a little as he thought. That was true, but he had an idea.

"We could modify cargo shuttles, or refit some old Mon Calamari vessels. We would find a way."

Aayla Shan

 

[Aayla Shan]

She listened along, thinking of a manner in which to move them as well. Nothing really seemed like it would work, due to their size, and specific aquatic needs. Though, if there was anyone that could figure out, it was Master Moric... For now, she kept wracking her brain. Dalso had a point, of course. This venture may have been a little more than the Concord could afford. Past that, there was an important question of just how much of them needed to be transported. In the back of her head, she wished species like the Bryn just vanished... Fell off the edge of the galaxy, and were never to be heard from again; but that was wishful thinking.

"If I may... How much Dellaitians live here?"