Forest moon Kyrikal V
Population 320 million (85% Mon Cala, 15% Ithorian)
Secret home of the Fallanassi
Population 320 million (85% Mon Cala, 15% Ithorian)
Secret home of the Fallanassi
Until this morning, Alosha had been a thriving settlement: a small city in the mountain forests, a destination for tourists and retirees, all built around geothermal springs. Now smoke rose from a dozen points: the main comms relay, the police stations, key bridges and intersections...
And a small auxiliary Fallanassi enclave, home to a dozen human, Ithorian, and Mon Cal women. Until this morning.
The Kubaz raider ships had looked like normal traffic between the moons of Kyrikal. They'd had some previous knowledge of Alosha Settlement and struck precisely. Most of the settlement was terrified but alive; mere hundreds had died. Now the disguised raiders were vanishing into hyperspace as quickly as they'd come, holds laden with luxury vehicles, quality foodstuffs, spring water, and other treasures.
At the ruin of the Fallanassi enclave, Skajin var Imret stood from the body of their leader, whose own hand held the knife that killed her. Skajin took a laser stylus from his belt and wrote on the wall beside the broken door.
THUS EVER TO COWARDS
He nodded, satisfied, and vanished into the cold forest.