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- Dec 15, 2018
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Greybok was pissed. He had hoped that the negotiations with Mandalore the Chosen would be the last time he would have to see Mon Cala. But not a single standard week had passed and now, Leah Reach in tow, he was not only back on the planet, but stuffed into a poorly-fit environmental suit under its oceans—in the throne room of th enew king, of all places. The ambassador brought him along to help her petition the King of Mon Cala to use his shipwrights to build the rebellion a more powerful fleet, starting with a new type of cruiser that Commander Ion had asked to be put into production. The Wookiee general agreed on pretense that his Star Squadron would get one as payment for him being forced to return to this godsforsaken world.
Still, that didn't keep the Wookiee from complaining the whole time. «This suit is too tight!» he barked in Shyriiwook to Leah. Twobee was anything but waterproof, so it was impossible for his droid translator to accompany him. «Nobody makes Wookiee-sized anything anymore. Xenophobic, racist—» The expletive he had planned to say next was cut off by the swishing of a mechanical door that ushered the two rebel representatives into the vast and spacious throne room. A throne room with an audience of dozens of Mon Cala and squidlike Quarren.
The presence of Quarren immediately drew Greybok's attention. «Were they here the last time we visited?» he asked Leah. He distinctly did not remember any squid-faces around the last time he was on Mon Cala; but he remembered hearing rumors that the Quarren were not exactly friendly with the Mon Cala. He wondered if their presence in the throne room was a good sign or a very, very bad one. He kept his eye on them as a pair of Mon Cala guards ushered them into the throne room into the audience bubble in front of the king. Greybok stifled a groan, then bowed, «Your Majesty.»
Leah would have to translate for him. That one amusing fact was the only thing making this trip worth it so far. @Deviant