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Jedi Master T’chooka D’oon surveyed the small army before him, dark eyes lingering on the figure dressed in white and red who had stepped forward, and whose presence evoked smoldering embers as he peered at him through the Force. He glanced at the big Viraanntesse to his left, and muttered out of the side of his mouth, “What do you think?” Master Jmmaar tilted his head, mouthparts arranged in an approximation of a frown. “The Yam’rii claimed he was on the planet, and he does seem to be an individual of high authority. But we cannot be certain this is the warlord-general they spoke of.” “Either way,” said T’chooka D’oon soberly, “we need to start a dialogue, not a fight. So let’s begin, shall we?” He slowly lifted his hands in the air, palms turned out in a universal sign of peace, taking a few short steps forward while Jmmaar followed suit with one set of pincers. Qymaen, standing his ground, flexing his claws as he waited for any indication of aggression, arched an eyebrow in disbelief as what appeared to be the two leaders of this band of intruders held up their empty hands in obvious submission. So startled he was by this sight that he dropped his guard and burst out into genuine laughter—a rare sound indeed these days—spreading his arms wide in bewilderment. “Strangers land in the middle of my war, and already they want to surrender to me?” His humor tilted into contempt. “It seems my reputation precedes me!” —
Chapter 8 of Part Three - Sahuldeem of the Sahuldeem series is up! (Chapter art will be posted sometime later this week)















