The Mon Calamari was, to put it simply, out on their collective squishy asses. They had lost the Jutraalian war. They had lost their fine officers. They had renegades leaving with stolen ships. But no longer.

Now they felt a touch of safety. The Mon Calamari would rebuild, would start anew, would return their lost legacy. They had been down and out before, during Imperial oppression, so finally they decided to get over it and do something. The Fish-people were back, with avengance. Or not, you know, whatever. Anyways. One of the last Mon Calamari Admirals had decided. Kamino was their first target.