Broke: A Clone Wars Tale

At one of the many crevices that made up the bottom of Mon Cala, Vernila laid. The buildings were built in the rocks, and a glowing stone worked as light. Between the buildings glass tunnels with rapid currents connected them. That way, the mon calamarians could travel faster, and safely.

Glock took the 303rd to a big building a little away from the city. The flag of the Republic was printed on the building. When they entered it, they saw many SCUBA troopers, all of them in good shape. It was impossible to treat the wounded underwater, so they had to be sent back to the sh.i.p.s above as soon as possible.

Soon the 303rd was accommodated, and since Dageer was the commander, it was his job to go and talk with the mon calamarians. But he decided to wait for Monnk and General Fisto to come back.

If he wasn't wrong, anything he asked about the quarrens or Separatist would be answered with hate. He wanted to have a clear view of the situation, if possible given by a jedi.

Nevertheless, he still decided to walk around the city. He changed his helmet for a normal one, so others, beside clones, wouldn't be able to tell his rank. That way, even if he was stopped by a mon calamari he could say he didn't know anything because he was too low ranked.

What surprised him was that the mon calamarians lived as if they weren't about to enter a war. Merchants still sold their merchandise, parents and kids were shopping and playing. The only signs that the war was already there were the soldiers patrolling the city, and the graffiti claiming for the death of the quarrens. Dageer even saw some wanting for the clones to leave.

As he wandered in the poorest areas of the city, the situation started to get worse, and the number of graffiti asking the clones to leave started to get bigger.

When Dageer turned a corner, he saw a commotion. Three young and male mon calamarians were kicking and punching someone. Initially, he was going to let them be, and call the mon calamari police. But then he saw that the person they were beating was different from the mon calamarians. His skin was yellow, and he had small tentacles growing of its chin. It was a quarren.

But what was a quarren doing in the middle of a mon calamari city? If he was a spy, how could he let three mon calamarians beat him? But then another group of mon calamarians appeared. Dageer thought they were going to join the others, but in turn they took the side of the quarren.

A big fight broke out, and by the time Dageer got there the three mon calamarians had ran. One of the mon calamari helped the quarren up, and hugged him. When Dageer approached, the crowd parted, and Dageer saw that there were many more quarrens amidst them.

The quarren who was beaten up was bleeding from some small cuts, but besides that, he looked okay. Both mon calamarians and quarrens looked at Dageer with some hostility, but his words surprised them.

"Are you alright?"

The quarren nodded, his hostility appeasing a little. Dageer asked the question that was in his mind.

"You are a quarren, right? Many of you are. I thought you were at war with the mon calamarians?"

The quarren gave a dry laugh.

"Our kings are at war. It has been many years since both our species saw that it was unnecessary. I moved here when we were at peace, but now that we are at war again, things are getting out of hand. What you saw today isn't the first time neither the last."

...

Back at the barracks, Dageer was deep in thought. He never thought that maybe, just maybe, not everyone agreed to the war. Quarrens and mon calamarians had hated each other for centuries, but when they had the chance to get along, they discovered they had a lot in common.

"Sir, the general returned."

"Thank you Vyylo."

Dageer thanked the clone that warned him, and went to the command center, ready to meet the jedi and Commander Monnk.

The jedi had green skin, and his 'hair' was a bunch of tentacles. He had a big smile on his face, as if seeing Dageer was the best thing in the galaxy. Besides him was a SCUBA trooper with two yellow lines, one on which side of his helmet. Commander Monnk, probably.

"You must be Dageer, the rising star of the 303rd Attack Legion."

"General Fisto, Commander Monnk. Not so much, but I am Dageer, yeah."

"Did Master Di come?"

"No, sir. He said he can't fight in an ambient too 'watery'."

"Hahaha! That is understandable, he is a Nikto after all. His home planet doesn't even have a lake. But forget about that. Give us your report Dageer."

"Yes sir. I have two regiments with me, but none of them have combat experience underwater. I fought some mon calamarians on Scarif, so I did my best, but General Di hopes that Commander Monnk can train them before we start our attack."

Kit Fisto looked at Monnk, who nodded his head.

"That is a deal then. Now let us tell you what we saw."