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It was a cloudy day on Mon Calamari when the broadcast began. The sky was a dark gray and green, resembling the violent sea that churned all around them. Churning myrtle waves whipped the golden sand sand of the shores leading up to the violent wreckage of Dac City, the de-facto capital of Mon Calamari since the attack on the planet some time ago.
By now, the world’s tragedy (and the many statements of support by governments) had exited the news cycle. The world began the slow process of rebuilding its broken spirits, aided by the ISC, Sith Empire, and New Republic, among others. While the Zaa Fenn enforcer Gareth Gin roamed the galaxy with impunity, the morale of the entire world remained as polluted as the ocean itself.
Two Quarren entered the frame, one a young, tall, and powerful example of his species. He was pushing a wheelchair that held a feeble man. A man that any Mon Calamari could recognize: King Rikkles Le’Fam. His old body seemed stronger than it had in years, rejuvenated by bacta and a series of surgeries financed and organized by the Independent Systems Consortium. And here he was, alive, awake, after a fifteen year coma.
“Quarren,” His voice was weak, but his will was still strong. Amplified by numerous speakers, it reverberated through every corner of his once-great city. “Mon Calamari. My people. I ask you: What is the bedrock of our nation?”
The rumblings of thunder and the crackling of lighting began to add their voices to King Le’Fam’s own. He continued undeterred. “Is it a shared land? A single language? Perhaps cultural artifacts, the baubles we produce deep beneath the waves?” From his wheelchair, he wove a hand. His body was still cracked, his limbs a feeble shadow of his former power.
“No. At the foundation of Dac is not our ocean cities, our great fleets, or even our people. No, my subjects. Greater than even the core of our world is a single ideal, beating loudly in the hearts of every man, woman, and child born on our world. It echoes through the ocean, skips across the surface waves, and joins our people even when we journey into the stars above.”
“That ideal, that core of our nation, is Justice. In every great struggle in Galactic history, we have been called to bring justice. The First Order, the Galactic Empire, the betrayal of Riff Tamson are mere stops along the road of our storied journey through history. So I tell you, my subjects, no matter where you are in the galaxy: Hold this great value close to your soul, and you will find Mon Cala with you, no matter where you are in the galaxy.”
With a great effort, King Le’Fam rose from his wheelchair and took to his feet. First, he waved off He rested his forearms on the floating podium, drawing on its strength to help him stand. “Those who have attacked Mon Calamari, I warn you: Make peace with your Gods. Justice comes for you, armed with a trident of swift victory. Already, your days are numbered.”
“To the galaxy’s politicians, who flock to our world like carrion birds, I say this. The Kingdom of Dac has no need for your honeyed words and feeble attempts at aid. You must come as diplomats and as partners, should you want a presence on our world. If an off world nation is to have a presence on this world, they must follow the example of the Independent Systems Consortium’s esteemed medical staff, who supported my health and the hospitals of our world. They must come with respect. Respect the decorum of our meetings and respect the decisions of our leaders. For too long, the impudent children of the Senate have seen fit to flee from meetings the moment someone disappears.” He shook his head, raising a bronze-skinned hand to rub the bags under his watery, blue eyes.
“To those false ‘allies’ of Dac in the Free Worlds Alliance, those of you who would use our suffering to push your imperialist propaganda and turn your backs on us. You are no friends of ours, to leave us with nothing while our people starve. And while you have abandoned us to our suffering today, know that time marches ever towards our great cause of justice. Soon, we will take what is ours, what is owed to us, and what we deserve.”
“King Rikkles Le’Fam’s reign continues. And while I live, while a single Quarren or Mon Calamari draw breath, our world remains undefeated. Gareth Gin and the Zaa Fenn Syndicate, you have failed in your wicked quest.”
By now, the world’s tragedy (and the many statements of support by governments) had exited the news cycle. The world began the slow process of rebuilding its broken spirits, aided by the ISC, Sith Empire, and New Republic, among others. While the Zaa Fenn enforcer Gareth Gin roamed the galaxy with impunity, the morale of the entire world remained as polluted as the ocean itself.
Two Quarren entered the frame, one a young, tall, and powerful example of his species. He was pushing a wheelchair that held a feeble man. A man that any Mon Calamari could recognize: King Rikkles Le’Fam. His old body seemed stronger than it had in years, rejuvenated by bacta and a series of surgeries financed and organized by the Independent Systems Consortium. And here he was, alive, awake, after a fifteen year coma.
“Quarren,” His voice was weak, but his will was still strong. Amplified by numerous speakers, it reverberated through every corner of his once-great city. “Mon Calamari. My people. I ask you: What is the bedrock of our nation?”
The rumblings of thunder and the crackling of lighting began to add their voices to King Le’Fam’s own. He continued undeterred. “Is it a shared land? A single language? Perhaps cultural artifacts, the baubles we produce deep beneath the waves?” From his wheelchair, he wove a hand. His body was still cracked, his limbs a feeble shadow of his former power.
“No. At the foundation of Dac is not our ocean cities, our great fleets, or even our people. No, my subjects. Greater than even the core of our world is a single ideal, beating loudly in the hearts of every man, woman, and child born on our world. It echoes through the ocean, skips across the surface waves, and joins our people even when we journey into the stars above.”
“That ideal, that core of our nation, is Justice. In every great struggle in Galactic history, we have been called to bring justice. The First Order, the Galactic Empire, the betrayal of Riff Tamson are mere stops along the road of our storied journey through history. So I tell you, my subjects, no matter where you are in the galaxy: Hold this great value close to your soul, and you will find Mon Cala with you, no matter where you are in the galaxy.”
With a great effort, King Le’Fam rose from his wheelchair and took to his feet. First, he waved off He rested his forearms on the floating podium, drawing on its strength to help him stand. “Those who have attacked Mon Calamari, I warn you: Make peace with your Gods. Justice comes for you, armed with a trident of swift victory. Already, your days are numbered.”
“To the galaxy’s politicians, who flock to our world like carrion birds, I say this. The Kingdom of Dac has no need for your honeyed words and feeble attempts at aid. You must come as diplomats and as partners, should you want a presence on our world. If an off world nation is to have a presence on this world, they must follow the example of the Independent Systems Consortium’s esteemed medical staff, who supported my health and the hospitals of our world. They must come with respect. Respect the decorum of our meetings and respect the decisions of our leaders. For too long, the impudent children of the Senate have seen fit to flee from meetings the moment someone disappears.” He shook his head, raising a bronze-skinned hand to rub the bags under his watery, blue eyes.
“To those false ‘allies’ of Dac in the Free Worlds Alliance, those of you who would use our suffering to push your imperialist propaganda and turn your backs on us. You are no friends of ours, to leave us with nothing while our people starve. And while you have abandoned us to our suffering today, know that time marches ever towards our great cause of justice. Soon, we will take what is ours, what is owed to us, and what we deserve.”
“King Rikkles Le’Fam’s reign continues. And while I live, while a single Quarren or Mon Calamari draw breath, our world remains undefeated. Gareth Gin and the Zaa Fenn Syndicate, you have failed in your wicked quest.”
