1022, Lose? Win?
"This is clearly a coup!" Anakin Skywalker snarled in a low voice from hiding.
Ahsoka Tano looked equally lost. "Skywalker, I don't know... I don't know what we... what we're supposed to..."
Gial Akbar had already charged resolutely out of hiding. Ignoring the countless underwater combat droids around him, as well as the hostile gazes of the Quarren, he went straight to Prince Lee-Char, snatched him from Nossori's grasp, and shielded him behind his body.
He glared hostilely at Nossori and Edra Kestis, but Edra Kestis made no move. She merely said coldly, "Tell your Republic friends to get out."
With that, she turned and swam toward the outskirts of the city. The A-Q series underwater combat droids turned in unison and departed as well.
"The war is over, Captain Gial Akbar. Think carefully about the future of our Dak Planet," Nossori said flatly.
"What should we do?" From a hidden corner, Rock Johnson looked at Anakin and asked.
"What the hell are the Separatists up to?!" Anakin Skywalker gritted his teeth. "We have to report what happened here to the Jedi Order."
"So... did we win, or did we lose?" Ahsoka Tano asked.
Anakin was stumped by that seemingly simple question. He shook his head without speaking, avoided the droids, and swam toward his own forces.
The chaotic fighting across Mon Calamari abruptly ceased in an eerie, total ceasefire. The Confederacy of Independent Systems and the Galactic Republic Army both withdrew from the combat zones, maintaining a standoff on the surface of the sea.
All captured Mon Calamari were released from the internment camp cities, and those cities were also lifted from alert and would no longer be used as internment camps.
Mon Calamari convened the Planet Council once more. This time, no delegations from