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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 11:43:30 GMT -8
The ship had obviously been down here for a long time. Nearest to the holes in the hull, the various wildlife had been making progress on spreading out a thin coating of sand on the deck. It was mostly just sand, but the occasional rock or other interesting item did turn up. Beyond the uppermost levels of the ship, most of the repairs were not even being put to use. The system would be repaired & tested, but once that was done it would be immediately disconnected again before the group moved to the next area. As the warboys would work, they would chatter more or less continually with the R'Crurak jawas & even the passing tuskens. For the most part the seemed interested in the differences between daily life in the two clans.
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It quickly became apparent that the lower levels had suffered greatly when the ship had settled to the ground. The further down the scouts pushed, the more the outer hull began to look as if it had been shredded by a giant krayt dragon. Even the inner areas were not immune as entire corridors & areas had collapsed in on themselves. Even using material stripped from the damaged sections to be reforged into useful components, the SL didn't have the raw materials need to patch all the holes they were finding. One of the sheriffs took a party of war boys down the spine that had been discovered & closed off. Hoping to find additional resources to pull on.
The spine was nearly a hundred meters in diameter. The first long stretch was more or less just a huge access corridor, with the majority of the spine being taken up by nearly solid blocks of complex machinery & small control rooms. One of the war boys borrowed from a Doc said they seemed to be tractor beam systems. Thousands of them. After eight hundred meters of that, they got their next surprise. The spine flared out into a disc nearly three hundred meters wide. Instead of the tractor systems that they had been noting, the entire disc was devoted to humongous shield emitters & was just over two hundred meters long. Beyond it, the spine continued once again with the tractor beam arrays. This pattern continued, kilometer after kilometer, for a mind boggling nine full iterations before they reached the point that the spine had snapped off & terminated in the sand. Standing at the edge of the dune at the end of an unbelievably long tunnel, the Sheriff has a cunning plan, but he would need the help of a Doc to make it work.
Rushing back to the main body of the craft, he found the Doc he was looking for & began explaining his plan. It was simple but rather insane. Power would be routed to the end of the spine, powering up the tractor beams. The tractor beams would be used to push out a bubble of free space in the sand. The new bubble would allow war boys to access the hull of the spine to strip it down completely. As the stripping continued, the tractor beam unit would be the last to be disconnected & pulled out, one by one from the far end. As the units were removed, the bubble would get shorter & the sand would begin filling in the end. The only issue would be the major discs. It would be unlikely to be able to strip them down the same way, but they might be able to be hauled in intact, as a sort of end stop for the bubble. Either way, they would need the support of Mig. Fairly shortly, they were pounding on his door to wake him up.
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Despite the pounding on his door, Mig was feeling incredible. Grabbing his jaw from the bedside table, he rolled upright. After a minute of fiddling with it to try & make it attach to his face, Mig was starting to get annoyed & headed over to a mirror to see what the issue was. Half of his jaw had regrown while he was sleeping. The attachment clips had been half forced out. From the look of it, it seemed to still be healing. Taking a closer look at himself he also didn't seem as old. Less grey in the hair around his nose & more hair growing on his forehead where he had been starting to go bald. After getting dressed & tucking his jaw into a pouch (after removing the modulator & plugging it in to his face), Mig headed for the door. The two elders that came in were really excited about something, though Mig was having some difficulty following the details. After a few minutes it became clear they were waiting for his take on the subject, so he reassured them that it sounded like a great idea & wondering when it would start. The two of them said they would start immediately & then raced off. With that little mystery handled, Mig set off to find Doc Chop.
He wasn't hard to find as the deck in the area around his shop was already developing the blood stain trails leading to his door. It didn't take more than a few minutes for Chop to get a good look at it. He wasn't sure how the jaw as regrowing after as long as it had been damaged, but he was sure it was regrowing. For the moment, he attached the modulator to a necklace. He wasn't sure how much of the jaw would regrow, but he didn't want to do anything that might hinder it. Chop did, however, finish removing the tabs for the old jaw from Mig's face. After that Mig was dismissed with Doc Orders to report back when the growth stopped or anything changed. With nothing better to do, Mig went wandering off to find Nartaga. It didn't take him long to located the chieftain in the map room.
-Mig
How is your back holding up?
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Post by Nartaga on May 18, 2017 10:35:52 GMT -8
Nartaga cocked his head to the side at the sound of Mig. The Tusken did not turn, instead keeping his eyes on the holo display of the innards of the ship. Radio chatter filled the room from the comms stations manned by both Jawas and Tuskens as they guided the clearing parties to areas with the most concentrated life signs. Nartaga spoke to Mig, his eyes still on the map. He seemed distracted.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"It is fine."
There was silence from Nartaga for several moments. His gaze remained on a small cluster of life signs moving out of a room, away from one of the larger rooms in the lower sections. A swarm of red dots followed the retreating dots, moving throughout the halls, dissipating as whatever it was grew less concentrated. The first dots baited the other group until they came to an intersection in the ship, and sprung the trap. Within a few minutes the pursuing group was gone. A moment later a Jawa on a radio station called out that the area was cleared and ready to be cleaned up.
Nartaga sighed and his shoulders slumped slightly.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Sorry, we have been running scouting and clearing parties all night. The groups have been largely successful in the lower sections. Kar'Orzh has started moving a group down there to repair what they can."
Nartaga finally turned to look at Mig. The Tusken seemed confused for a moment as he caught a glimpse behind the beads that hid mot of the Jawa's face, but dismissed it for now. They had more pressing matters.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Things ran smoothly, mostly. Our people are doing a fantastic job. The pace is only increasing as they familiarize themselves with the ship."
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2017 20:22:40 GMT -8
-Mig
That is good, I was wondering ....
Whatever Mig had been wondering was distracted when he spotted the new addition of the spine to the hologram. With how much longer it was than the main body, it had been chopped into sections & shuffled up near the ceiling, out of the way.
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What is that?
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Post by Nartaga on May 19, 2017 18:50:02 GMT -8
Nartaga traced Mig's line of sight to see what he was talking about. Nartaga walked over to a console and used it to minimize the rest of the display and maximize the size of the new spine section. The Tusken paused for a moment, trying to remember the controls. After another minute the most interesting parts of the spine highlighted to a darker shade of blue. Nartaga pointed at the highlighted sections.
-Nartaga-
"More ship. Tractor beams, shield emitters...Massive shield emitters from what I was told. Some of your clansmen were wanting to talk to you once you awoke about them."
Nartaga put in a few more commands into the console he was at, returning the display to its previous form. The Tusken wiped his gloved hands against his robes after finishing with the computer.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Again I have to congratulate your luck on finding this ship. Even if we cannot get it flying, the size and position of it makes it incredibly valuable. Even as an underground fortress I would say that this would make your clan one of the most formidable Jawa clans on Tatooine."
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 19:57:30 GMT -8
Mig wondered at the sheer scope of it as Nartaga shifted the view. A few detail swam to the top of his mind about that morning.
-Mig
I think they are going to try to harvest it. Somehow.
Mig could feel the slow, steady throb through his feet. It was like listening to a unbelievably huge heart, beating in time with his own. He hadn't noticed it before now. It had been scratching at the edge of his awareness since he had gotten up. There was a feather like brush against his mind, something ancient & huge. Something just beginning to stir & look about in interest. Mig realized he was standing pressed full body against the wall, arms spread as if he was trying to gather in as much of the metal in toward him. For a long moment he didn't step away.
-Mig
She will fly again. She can feel it.
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Post by Nartaga on May 22, 2017 18:36:38 GMT -8
Nartaga watched Mig as he moved pressed himself against the wall and spread his arms out. The Tusken was silent, waiting for Mig to say what he was feeling. He was slightly surprised that the Jawa had made that strong of a connection to the ship.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"A good omen if the spirits of the ship foresee their return to the skies. Even better if you are able to tell that much from feeling the ship. It might mean that the spirits here have chosen a new owner to fly it."
Nartaga leaned against the console he was at.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"You may not have just found a ship, Mig. You might have found the right ship. I hope I do not sound too strange saying that."
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 22:21:35 GMT -8
-Mig
It does sound a mite peculiar. But then again, peculiar has become rather more common in these parts in the last few years.
The changes really started right around the time he found the Book of Sand, in fact. There was always talk of magic & shamans, but until now Mig hadn't really believed in it all that much. Magic it seemed, believed in him though.
-Mig
Is there anything that needs a closer eye? I'm itching to get down there & do something again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 4:32:31 GMT -8
"Nekkel juuvar obwegadada," the tiny rodent-like creature said, and he cursed aloud, letting his voice billow out and echo in the vast openness of the Dune Sea. The blistering heat wasn't kind. No sir, not the least bit kind. That along with the fact that the tiny creature wrapped up in ragged robes had been traversing the sands for quite some time now. However, there was a glint of something just beyond the horizon. His eyes widened variably, almost so large that it seemed they might pop from their sockets. Add that to the fact his jaw had nearly dropped to the desert sands themselves. His lips fluttered in the anticipation of what just could be there of the horizon.
"Oooo!" The tiny man spoke in exclamation. There certainly did appear to be something beyond the horizon there. Something shiny. "Ahhh!" His eyes lit up with joy at last and he picked up his feet and hurried toward the shiny specter in off in the distance. It seemed the more he ran, the farther away the speckle of glittering light seemed to get. "Ra'ti." The tiny man cursed, his voice distraught by heavy breathing. Nevertheless, he ran, attempting the catch up to the illusive specter.
Finally, it just seemed the fantastic figment would have the better of him as he tripped up over his own two feet and fell flat on his face; only his face didn't fall flat into the sand. Rather, it had managed to find the one patch of Bantha poop for miles in the Dune Sea.
He picked himself back up, making his way to his knees and spat, hunks of brown and black lofting out and away. He didn't say anything past that, but brought himself back to his feet and observed the area around himself. He didn't even take care to wipe his face clean of the fecal matter splattered upon it. He frowned for a moment before noticing some wilted piece of 'plastic' in the sand just next to him. Again, his eyes lit brightly, and his jaw dropped low.
Bzzzzt! A buzzing noise suddenly turned straight to a gagging one as some sort of insect flew down the man's throat. He fell back and beat his chest vigorously, continuing to heave and gag away. Finally, with one last hock, he spit up the disfigured bug of which he knew nothing about. He picked it up and examined it very closely, bringing it up to a single eye, only he didn't have monocle so the feat was pointless. Shrugging his shoulders, he tossed it aside and proceeded to kneel next to the wilted pieces and burnt plastic. His picked one up, but dropped it very quickly, cursing incoherently under his breath. "Chikua wass," he said as he shunned the piece away with some strange hands movements. However, it didn't take long for him to re-approach one of the pieces, only this time when he lifted it from the sands, he managed to keep a hold on it, though there was an uncomfortable burning sensation that came along with it.
He pulled the colorful piece closer to his face, where he then proceeded to stick out his tongue and lick it. Immediately, he dropped it and realizing the new found discomfort to his hands and tongue, jumped back and frantically ran around in circles, blowing on his hands and doing whatever he could manage to alleviate the tingly feeling that hung over his tongue. He bit down on his tongue hoping that for some bizarre reason, it'd do something to help. Nope. He yelped and he yelped loudly.
Enough with the colorful pieces; he turn to another piece on the sandy ground. It was made of some paper material, and much more comfortable to deal with than the last two pieces he'd tried to handle. It was some kind of catalog to a place he had no recollection of. He didn't know how to read in Galactic Basic, nor speak it. Jawaese was all he'd ever known. However, he flipped through it and looked at the pictures associated with the place until he came across a picture he couldn't peel his eyes away from. It was comprised of an Umbaran man and several furry teddy bear looking creatures. His eyes were full of splendor and his heart began to throb. His tongue dangled out the side of his mouth, clinched between his teeth.
Then, he hugged the catalog to his chest and swayed to and fro. "A breton nya mombay m'bwa!" For the first time in his life the Jawa was in love; and at that, he was in love with someone he only knew by a picture in a catalog of Endor.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 3:28:27 GMT -8
A strange whistling echoed out around the little fellow, yet he couldn't determine it's locations. He spun, frantically, trying to figure out what this odd noise was. Where was it coming from? WHERE?! He turned and turned and turned. North? East? South? West? Where was this wretched whistling noise coming from. The speed at which he turned began to increase, growing more rapid with each and every turn until things just blurred. He caught himself at first as he began to stumble forward, but when he stumbled back, he wasn't so lucky.
"Kaplat!" He fell flat on his back and with his gaze turned skyward, he could see just where the nuisance of a noise was coming from. A hunk a metal - might as well have just been junk - was plummeting down and right toward his position. His eyes drew large, but his jaw failed to drop. No, he looked like a deer caught in headlights, at least until his feet got ahead of his conscience, jetting his frame away in a chaotic fashion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" His voice cast out in a terrified screech as his feet carried his figure onward. However, it just didn't seem the his feet could make up the coverage area lost by his tiny strides.
As the flying, metal sea turtle looking thing came crashing down, Shrrgnein was just far enough away to miss the ship itself, but not the spray of sand it cast out upon impact. No, the poor, little guy got buried so that only his ankles and feet shown above the sand as the blast wave had flipped his vertical orientation. He wiggled and dug as best he could, but the attempts to free himself seemed to be at the point of futility. But finally . . . finally he caught leverage of something that allowed him to whittle his way out before his painfully suffocated. He instantly coughed up a mouthful of sand once he'd been able to return to his feet.
Then, the tiny figure began to pat himself down, hoping to half his weight by relieving himself of the large volume of sand that had found its way into his britches. He pulled around the waistband and shook as hard as he may flinging sand everywhere. Heh! This was kind of fun and it continued on for a few short minutes until he realized a harsh reality.
The panic immediately kicked in as he patted himself in a desperate manner looking for something he must have lost. "Nyetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" he cried out once he confirmed to himself that he'd lost the Endor Catalog he'd just picked up a few minutes earlier. "Nyetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" he cried out again, tears now flooding his eyes and dripping down to the desolate terrain below. He couldn't even pull himself to say anything else as he went crazy in his search to recover the piece. By the time, he'd finished, he'd dug about fifty irate holes in the sands of the Dune Sea though it was a futile effort when they filled right back in. Then, there it was! He just caught a glimpse of it as a breeze began to pick up. The breeze carried the wrinkled pages delicately aloof and Shrrgnein sprung forward after them. He was in full flight, well stride, until he ran smack dab into something much larger than himself. Upon hitting it, face first, his legs elevated from the ground and he fell flat on his bum, but by some miracle, he'd managed to land right on the catalog even if it come at the cost of a face plant into something's, or rather a bantha's, choobies.
He spit quickly before opening the pages of the collection of random characters that advertised Endor, where he quickly went to the picture of the Umbaran man surrounded by walking teddy bears. He hugged it to his chest and swayed intimately back and forth repeatedly mumbling the words "A beton nya mombay m'bwa!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 3:08:07 GMT -8
A tusken spun about on his heel - not an easy feat to perform whilst on soft sand - in order to see what had startled his bantha. His head tilted awkwardly at the curious hooded creature in front of him, uttering gibberish that resembled a space hamster on helium. Odd as this site was, his attention quickly gravitated toward the item clutched in the miniature hood-monster's arms. Spitting out something resembling the a barking seal and pumping his staff repetitiously in the air above his head, he swiped the catalog from the little thief. Normally he wouldn't have minded letting go of an insignificant piece of reading material, but this catalog held some bit of sentimental value for to this strange tusken and it appeared that he had claimed the brochure that the Jawa had found already. He barked about once more, waved his staff clumsily around in front of him in a shooing motion, not paying much more attention to the little guy. His mind was focused on calming his bantha, though it seemed to be completely oblivious to the happenings.
Shrrgnein's jaw dropped, nearly falling out of socket as his new possession was snatched away from him by the hand of one of those strange barking clown things that he was forced to share his planet with. However, the expression quickly grew grim as he let his itty-bitty mind work its evil genius.
An awkward smirk creased his shady face as his right arm reached behind his back to retrieve some kind of makeshift tool; it certainly didn't look safe, having the appearance of being some kind of home made apparatus. There probably wasn't a being alive that could even tell you what the contraption was, probably not even the small creature, himself. Nevertheless, he had it for some reason and the intent behind him retrieving the odd device couldn't have been particularly kind. "Utini," he cried as he reared back and kicked at the bipedal space seal's shin before jabbing at his crotch with the home made contraption with carried enough of a charge to riddle an area numb for hours.
Then the Jawa snatched the catalog back, rolled it into a bundle and, mustering as much strength as his little frame could manage, flung himself from his feet and wailed at the thing's head. "Mombay m'bwa!"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2017 16:55:02 GMT -8
The tusken had been far too busy attempting to calm an already docile bantha to pay much attention to the little creature's tantrum, and the kick at his shins felt like someone had tossed a pebble at him, although the shock to his unmentionables went considerably more noticeable. "YOWWWAHH!!!!" The tusken hollered in its awkward barking way with wide eyes; the jolt was more than enough to bring him down to one knee, after which he felt a swift wallop on the back of his head. "Ow!" The tusken let out another cry of pain.
He still had no idea what the creature was spouting in its high-pitched language. The tusken spoke out something the Jawa could not understand. He groaned and staggered up on his feet, though still feeling the unpleasant effects from the shock to the groin. All of this over a catalog for Endor? A catalog he'd thought he'd already laid claim to? The tusken wasn't of a mentally sound mind, so he would simply let the little guy keep his treasure be gone without a fuss. So . . . he didn't leave the situation be and carry on with his day. After all, it was his catalog - or so he thought.
The Tusken barked out something incoherent in his seal-like voice again waiving his staff overhead once more. He grumbled then proceeded to swing the staff at the little rag-covered annoyance before grabbing onto the other end of the catalog and kicking out at the creature with his right foot with enough force to punt the little guy quite a ways across the dessert.
"THWACK!" The sound rang out as the tusken's staff impacted into the tiny Jawa's frame. It sent him back - probably five yards or so - through the air where he would later come down. However, to his own surprise, he didn't come down on the blistering hot sand. No; it was something much different. Something . . . well . . . (how should one say it?) . . . fleshy? Well, once he hit whatever this fleshy thing was, he fell to the ground in a position flat on his face.
Quickly, he scrambled back to his feet, spitting sand from his mouth and ferociously rubbing more from his beady eyes. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, but he let his curiosity take hold and so, he spun around on his heel and looked eye-to-eye with a Krayt Dragon. Wait! A Krayt Dragon?! "AHHHHHHHHHHHH," he screamed out in as loud a manner as he could. With it, his feet moved so quickly he might as well have buried himself in the sand before jetting off in the tusken's direction.
His thoughts at this point drew incoherent and when he reached the man, he would proceed toward the scaling the mountain that was the tusken's back. He sat on the tusken's shoulders now and hugged his head tightly, still in fear and in a panicked frenzy over his discovery of the . . . Krayt Dragon. He clung even tighter, his hands now actually going to where they would cover the tusken's eyes as his adjusted his grip.
He trembled.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 21:32:47 GMT -8
Work had continued, slowly. Eventually, the tuskens had been drawn away from the ongoing repairs. The outsiders had been pushing harder at everyone the last few months. A great many of the violent outsider clans had been bleeding out of the major cities, with tales of offworlders bringing fire & death. But none of that mattered to the Sand Lightning Clan. They had more or less abandoned all but the nearest stretch of the dune sea around the dig shaft. Even their mighty palace had been stripped bare of anything they could take & abandoned.
As the months passed, more of the ship had been reclaimed. No-one knew exactly where it started, but soon the ship had a name. One that seemed to just seep into the minds of those on board. The Sandstorm. Work on the interior sections progressed by leaps & bounds, with the automated forges that had originally been in the sandcrawlers & later installed in the palace, repairs took roughly as much time as moving the parts. Great swaths of the upper decks were converted in living areas, common rooms & farms for lichen, gizka & other food stocks. The lower decks, with their much higher damage, were mostly hollowed out into massive hanger bays for the roughriders & the elders. In their spare time, many of the roughriders had been converting their airTIEs to work beyond the atmosphere. The was a sort of feeling in the air that it would be needed.
The work on the exterior progressed much more slowly. The vast banks of repulsors & tractor beams that had been used to handle the granular cargo had been slowly stripped off the central spar & relocated into clusters scattered around the entire hull block. The massive shield generators that had protected & secured the cargo had likewise been dismantled & rebuilt further back. The remains of the spar had been carefully stripped, starting from the furthest extent & retreating back toward the hull block as they stripped it away to nothing. Even the hull plates & support struts were harvested. Portable banks of replusors stripped out earlier held back the sand allowing the work to progress. slowly allowing the sand to reclaim the void as the work progressed.
At long last, the time had come. Mig stood on the bridge, the viewport in front of him smothered with sand as it had been since the first day he stepped foot here. He was not the same jawa he had been though. Before, he was old & grizzled. Covered in scars & missing the bottom of his jaw. Along with two fingers & several toes lost to sandbite. All that had changed, Ever since the blood he had been. Well, healing wasn't quiet the right word. He didn't look a day past his prime now. His jaw & digits had regrown & the scars across his frame had faded away. He wasn't alone in that either. The other ten warboys that had been with him were similarly effected. Each of them was now a roughrider as well, & would likely soon be elders. Something in the ship had touched them. They could hear it now. Sandstorm dreaming of the black beyond the sky. The sand dreaming of the sun. Old dry roots dreaming of water. Even the dreams of the living & the dead. It had touched them in other ways, though they were still unsure of the limits to those.
Mig stood with his eyes closed. He could feel the six fold heart of the Sandstorm, slow heavy drums in his spine. He could feel the others as well, thinner, quicker, quieter. Ten hearts beating in unison with his own, a shadow of the titan's heartbeat. They were ready. She was ready. With a nod from Mig, the warboys on the bridge woke her up. She roared then, her heartbeat suddenly in the ears of everyone, hot & loud like the blood of a krayt dragon. On the surface, the sand rippled.
With a thrust, she pushed out her arms. The respulsors straining in a mountain of sand. For a moment, she was deadlocked with the gravity of the world. Then she found her footing & the sand shifted. Above the sand turned to fluid as it churned & boiled. It had been expected though, & the Sand Lightning Jawas watching from above were already safely in the air. After a long few minutes of the sand boiling & rolling outward, the Sandstorm breached the surface. A great sandworm rising from the primordial depths. Sand poured in waves & streams from the multilayered shield caccooning her. As she finally pulled free, the shields dropped to let the last bubble of sand drop away. The Sandstorm had lived up to its name, as billowing clouds of sand washed outward from its launch. Before the sand even had time to begin to settle, the various airTIEs & war rigs were already jostling for landing spaces in the inviting hangers of the massive ship.
The balance of power of the planet had just taken a rather sharp curve.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 17:43:27 GMT -8
The Jawa civil war came to an abrupt & decisive conclusion. The Sandstorm rolled across the surface of the planet like its namesake. One after another, each jawa fortress was paid a visit by the massive flying fortress. No overt threat or attack was made. Instead the suns were eclipsed as the massive ship came to a stop above each city. A single roughrider would drop down to the streets below. The spectacle above ensured that the roughrider had the unrivaled attention of the entire city. The message was simple. The Sand Lightning clan would not allow the civil war that had been devouring the jawa people to continue. Anyone that would dispute the immediate was more than welcome to take it up with the flying island above their heads. Unsurprisingly, very few would take them up on the offer. Those that did quickly found themselves without a clan to lead as their followers threw them to the metaphorical krayt.
Mig stood on the main bridge, listening to the triple-double heartbeat of the Sandstorm. From were he stood it would be simple enough to extend the peace he had brought to the jawas to the other factions on the world. The farmers were crying out for a defender, he could hear it like a whisper at the edge of his mind. The tuskens were as violent as ever, but with the R'Crurak Clan as an example, they could be so much more. The criminals had been dealt a terrible blow by the offworlders. & yet, still he hesitated. He didn't want war, he just wanted the wind in his face & the steady heartbeat of his mount between his thighs.
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Post by Luxeria on Apr 22, 2019 21:00:02 GMT -8
Dropping down out of orbit, Luxeria brought the Dark Illumination down into the Dune Sea. For miles and miles, there was nothing but sand. Not the slightest sign of life, only furthering her wonder as to why anyone lives here. Still, it was here her quarry resided.
Bringing the craft to settle about sixty meters above the sand and slowed the ship to a slow, steady pace as it made its way towards the Sand People Enclave. Standing, she called out to Satele as she departed the cockpit. "Maintain altitude and speed, Satele." She then motioned for the ID10 seeker droid to follow just in case.
She returned to her chambers long enough to grab a necklace from her stand. She then moved to the boarding ramp and opened it, stepping out towards the edge. It was then she put the necklace on. A relic she obtained from the Blackguard raid on Mustafar a few years prior. She discovered it had the ability to amplify the presence of the one wearing it. Over the years she had worked her own presence into it. Her presence began to rise, hoping it would be enough to work and draw out the Greater Kraft Dragon. She wouldn’t wait long, though. This hunt was just as much a race.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2019 8:49:26 GMT -8
Somewhere in the Dune Sea.A team of rouge hunters, a human male and a Rodian male, were also hunting down a Greater Krayt Dragon as they wanted to collect a reward on the pearl. The human hunter had two blaster pistols and a mask that helped him see and breathe while in sand storms, while the Rodian hunte had a sniper rifle to take out enemies that may approach them or try to steal their prize. The two hunters were following the tracks of a greater krayt dragon and they hoped to get to it and kill it before anyone else could.
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Post by Luxeria on Apr 23, 2019 12:59:40 GMT -8
Time continued to tick onward as the reflective black Baudo Star yacht flew over the endless sands. It crept along, moving just above the speed in which a ship would normally stall unless the landing thrusters were directed to keep it a loft. Any faster and the chance of possibly drawing out the beast would be lost. As foolish as it was, Luxeria desired the chance to bring one down, believing that by doing so, she’d really prove to herself and others just what she was capable of doing. If not, a regular dragon would make for a decent challenge as well. But for now, she stood on the edge of the boarding ramp as she focused on elevating her presence as high as she could with the amulet’s aid. She hoped it was strong enough to shine like a dark beacon among the vast expanse of bright nothingness. Satele keep her attention on the scanners as she maintained control of the vessel, hoping to find something soon enough that the ship could be pulled up out of harms way should one emerge as they were possibly in range to be attacked.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Oct 27, 2019 15:51:43 GMT -8
The Human male, by the name of Kaylex Ormire, and his associate, a Rodian male, by the name of Oblee Tosmaff, were following the tracks of a Greater Krayt Dragon somewhere out in the vast wastes of the Dune Sea. Riding Dewbacks, leading several banthas, the duo glanced up as a ship glided overhead."Ye wanya! Kaee bahva bai moocha tee chaca!"*Shouted Oblee. Scowling and lifting up his mask, Kaylex replied."Koumueesa. Wa Lhonu Krayt doth tee kaa da caiot doth pacwahh jah doptkee. Bamee, jeejee doth dah bu saptkhe naee. caiot tee neu bu naee doi da bauh bimhee, kacay?"**Pulling his mask back down, Kaylex motioned for them to continue on, spurring the Dewback he was riding, forward.*="Look! Someone seeks to steal our prize!"
**="Relax. A Greater Krayt isn't something that can be easily drawn out. Besides, we're on the right track. Can't see the tracks from that high up, remember?"
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Post by Luxeria on Oct 27, 2019 16:12:03 GMT -8
As the Dark Illumination continued on its path, Luxeria continued to draw upon the Force channeling it through her dark presence and amplifying it through means of the necklace around her neck. She pushed it to its heights, hoping it would be enough to catch its attention and draw it to her, on her terms. If this creature was as large and as dangerous as she was led to believe, she could allow herself to be taken by surprise.
As they went, she took note from their low and slow pace of a pair riding on Dewback across the sands. At first, she thought nothing of it, more concerned with finding the Greater Krayt Dragon so she could defeat it and move on with her hunt. But they were quite away from most civilizations. So it meant that they were possibly out here hunting the dragon as well. The Redjack with her had made no mention of other hunters, so it was an unknown. The idea bugged her. She couldn't afford to have anyone interfering when she finally found the dragon, nor could she suddenly take on anyone and have a dragon show up. If she was going to eliminate any competition, it had to be now.
"Satele, bring the ship around to those two. I need to find out what their purpose is."
Following Luxeria's orders, the ship turned back towards the two and came to rest just in front of them, hovering low to the ground. From the boarding ramp, Luxeria jumped off in a flip, amplified by the Force to get her closer as she landed in the soft sand a few feet in front of them. Standing, she pointed a finger at them. "You two. What is your purpose out here?" In order to avoid alerting the dragon anymore, she let her presence settle. If she really needed to end this quick, she could easily take them out via the cannons on her ship. But that took away from the thrill of the hunt. If a fight was to be had, it would serve as a good warm up.
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Post by Zordo The Hutt on Oct 28, 2019 5:58:27 GMT -8
Pulling back on the reigns, causing the Dewback he was riding to come to a halt, Kaylex watched as the ship came back around and settled above the sand before them. A fiery haired, darkly dressed woman vaulted out of the ship, landing in the soft sand. Brandishing a finger and demanding what their purpose was here, Oblee had raised his rifle, but Kaylex motioned for him to lower it. They were just simple hunters. Greedy, perhaps, but not overly confrontational. Being robbed of their prize or swindled in any way could change that, but for now, the duo had no reason to cause the woman harm.
Hunting expedition. Tracking a greater Krayt Dragon. Kaylex Ormire, at your services. My jumpy associate here is Oblee Tosmaff. And who might you be, my dear. Tatooine is know for many things, all of them unfavorable. What brings you here?"
An honest question. Women of this stranger's caliber weren't a common sight in this line of work, especially on Tatooine.
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Post by Luxeria on Oct 28, 2019 7:05:03 GMT -8
Luxeria's eyes shot up towards the Rodian as he lifted his rifle towards her. This action was enough to make her lower her hand slowly, though it was possible they might have misunderstood the reasoning why. She was not fond of people pointing weapons at her, those who did typically being on the receiving end of her wrath. The deathly stare that emanated from her forest-green eyes might have been the only clear sign.
Her gaze shifted back towards Kaylex upon mentioning that they, too, were hunting a Greater Krayt Dragon. Taking a deep breath, her hands came to settle at her sides, brushing up against the gold and black curved lightsaber hilts. "I would advise seeking your prize another day for I am hunting one as well." Suddenly, her arms flared outwards as she had taken hold of her lightsabers, bringing to life the purple blades. "And I will not let anyone get in the way of me claiming my prize. So what's it going to be? Walk away and hunt another day? Or face my wrath?"
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