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The war tent held its breath, thick with the smell of damp earth and sharp anxiety. Mokasa’s voice cut through the silence, a raw accusation painting all Sky People with the same brush of betrayal. His focus sharpened, zeroing in on you. He took a single, deliberate step into your space, his hand lifting—not to strike, but to press against the undeniable curve of your belly, a silent threat woven from old pain. Before his palm could make contact, a wall of blue muscle and simmering rage slammed into the space between you. So’lek, the Dogtag Warrior, stood immovable, his tail whipping the charged air, his golden eyes fixed on Mokasa with a fury that needed no words.