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Post by Nartaga on Jun 17, 2016 19:04:27 GMT -8
Kal'Shor shook his head.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"I think that they are targeting any of us that they find, but any intelligent force finds possible allies of its enemies and either gain their friendship or destroy them, which makes your clan a possible target. The Outsiders are not stupid. Reckless and brash, definitely, but they are a significant force on this planet, especially with their technologies. If they were to mobilize even a small amount of the ships on Tatooine, we would be horribly outgunned."
Kal'Shor once again shook his head at the offer for aid.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"I do not have the authority to agree to offers of aid, but I would say that we have it under control. We are not so helpless after an attack. I simply came here to inform you of the attack and the possible threat to your clan, that was it. On behalf of my clan I do thank you for the offer."
Kal'Shor bowed once again to the Sheriff.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"I am sorry for leaving in such a hurry, but I believe my duty has been fulfilled. I should return to the Enclave, if there is nothing you wish to speak about? I can return a message to the R'Crurak Council if you would like."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 20:23:28 GMT -8
the sheriff pondered again for a long moment, weighing the probable reactions of the others. He figured at the least, the offer he was about to offer would be agreed to by the other Sheriffs & probably both the Preachers. Mig would likely be for it, which would bring several of the fence sitting Docs over. Even with that though he knew at least 2 of the other Docs would be against it.
-Deangelo (in Tusken)
If you have need, give us a call & we will answer. Does your Enclave had long range communications?
The wording was such that the implied offer was of military assistance, or other aid if need be. He unfortunately had to word things that way. While he could lead his own warboys out with complete independence, he had equally little say in the commands given to those that didn't personally follow him. & if he had misread Mig's feelings & Mig came down against it, all the other support he though he had would vanish like so much water poured into sand.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 18, 2016 9:49:13 GMT -8
Kal'Shor lifted himself up and nodded his head. He would be sure to pass the option to the Council.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"We do. If we feel like there is anything we need help with, we are not beyond asking for it. We will also keep your clan in mind if anything that may affect your clan arises."
Kal'Shor turned around to open the door that led back out into the sandstorm raging just outside.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"I hope you will keep us in mind if anything that may involve the R'Crurak comes up."
Kal'Shor walked out once the door opened and left the palace, heading back to where his speeder was hidden, and then continuing on his mission to spread word of the attack to R'Crurak allies.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2016 22:35:53 GMT -8
The sandstorm was beginning to lift & the last of the war rigs were returning from their incredibly lucrative find. Already plans were being talked about pulling about the Silver to use it & the salvaged parts taken from the transport to rebuild the wrecked Republic corvette. Already, many of the roughriders were all but remaking their mounts using the parts that hadn't already been claimed by the Docs. The new parts would grant the mounts a much higher maximum ceiling, as well as incredible speed from the Ion Engines. The only limit to how high the craft could go would be how thin the air would be. The mounts would also be much more armoured than the often open canopy versions that had been the usual before. Several of the Docs seemed sure that, with a bit of time, the Clan would be able to recreate any of the parts using nothing more than the normal scrap & the workshops of the War Rigs.
Deangelo was surprised when the first of the perimeter sensors went off. That far out he had no more information than something was out there. It could be anything from a loner on foot to a krayt dragon or starship. Then a second had gone off. One after another the sensors had been tripped. He was nearly certain by that point that it was an intelligent force if nothing else. With the fresh warning from the Tuskens still ringing in his ears, he gathered up his roughriders & warboys to prepare for the attack. In total, nine of the sensors had gone off. As the last was just tripping the outer sensor ring, the first had just crossed into the next ring. It was obviously a sandcrawler. That lowered the tension slightly, but enough of the Sand Lightning jawas were outcasts or misfits from other clans, so it might still have been an attack. As they got closer it was obvious that the sandcrawlers were not alone. Each had a massive number of smaller vehicles trailing along behind them like ragged tails. It looked like entire clans had packed up from their fortresses or moved out from the cities for whatever was going on. At the base of the road leading up to the Palace there was some confusion as two of the masses met. Both drew to a halt. At that close to the Palace, only a few kilometers, the sensors were good enough to keep track of individuals moving around. The two more or less keep separate, but seemed to be interacting on at least a limited basis. Already the sandstorm was drawing to a close. By chance or design, all nine of the groups had gathered at the entrance to the road up to the Palace. It was obvious that talking was going on. Also obvious was the fact that the convoys had each been loaded down well beyond what they should have been able to carry. If the sensors weren't mistaken there were thousands of jawas down there, including children.
It was seeming extremely unlikely that it was an attack. Eventually, the nine groups had unloaded one of the speeders & each had sent a single member to board it. By the time the craft reached the front gate, the sandstorm had settled down completely. Deangelo was waiting outside the gates for then when they arrived. At first glance it was obvious that each of the jawas piled into the speeder were elders of their clans, & well respected to judge by their robes & how they carried themselves. Soon the group had dismounted & gathered in a half circle centered on him & one other jawa that had seemingly been chosen to speak for all nine.
-Deangelo
What can Sand Lightning do for you today, elders?
He made the traditional gesture of respect as he spoke. It wouldn't due to start anything that could be avoided. Then again, if they did come to start something, it would be much more satisfying to just shoot them instead of wasting time being rude.
-Jawa Speaker
There is a great danger in the sands. One far greater than has been seen in many generations. The Fortress Cities are no longer safe. The Outsiders hunt our kind as well as the Tuskens. Too many have vanished or been found dead already. Only the Sand Lightning clan is strong to fight in the way of the Tusken or the Outsider. The Clans must change or be destroyed. We ask that you teach us your ways. We seek to join our clans to the Sand Lightning.
It was obvious that the speech had been planned & discussed beforehand at the edge of the mountains. Not that it made it any less sincere. They had decided separately to join up, only to discover others that had made the same decision. Deangelo didn't really trust that they were completely on the level, but Mig's stance on the policy of jawas joining the clan was clear.
-Deangelo
On behalf of my Clan Elder, Tsutmigaint, You & your clans are hereby joined to the Sand Lightning Clan. Follow the Book of Sand, & the Elders of the clan & prosper. Stray from the path & be cast again into the sands.
The group seemed pleased enough with this. Though there was plenty more to sort out. A rider was sent down to the gathered mass below. They would begin to move up into the shelter of the Palace. Most of the vehicles would have to wait however as the Tunnel used as a garage currently was far too small for such a large collection. For the moment, they would be parked tightly to one side of the Palace. They wouldn't be accessible for a while, but they would be safe.
The massive collection was divided into five groups. The first included the children & was mainly tasked with getting everything brought with the converts settled into either quarters if it was going to be used, or in various storehouses if not. The second & by far the largest was tasked with Cutting a massive garage pit at the end of the current tunnel. With the influx of TIE parts, it was looking like most mounts would function as airspeeders, meaning a large circular shaft with hanger niches carved into the walls would be the most effective garage. Much of the rock cut out of the shaft would be used to raise another tower. Word among the converts was that other clans were still debating joining, so the Palace may soon need much more living area.
The third group was put together to help with understanding the wealth of TIE starfighter parts they had recently acquired. The goal of course was a great enough understanding to recreate the parts out of the scrap & salvage that could be pulled from the desert. This was by far the most technically inclined of the five groups. Pretty much any jawa could do basic repair or salvage work. It took a rare breed to understand complicated outsider tech. The next group was tasked with helping the three Docs currently working on the Corvette. For the moment, that mostly meant opening up the ship & getting the bodies & other things out. Eventually, it would be decided whether to try & fix it or salvage it completely. That would likely be a much larger job than just this small group however. The last group was gathered to get working on converting the nine sandcrawlers into proper War Rigs for the clan. The craft would still be outside until the garage was finished, or at least had enough finished to hold them, but at least they could be used in the meantime.
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Post by Tal Renning on Jun 21, 2016 11:49:51 GMT -8
In the Hangar of the Palace...
Tal set down his glass on the counter, standing up and following Mig. He mentally began to brace himself for the carnage he would likely see upon re-entering the Occam. He let the Jawa lead, trying to complete the mental map in his head. As they entered the hangar, he saw lots of movement. It looked busy to him, Jawa's bustling about, speeders and vehicles moving around and zooming off. He noticed a sort of order to things, chaotic sure, but there was order there. Near where the Occam was resting he saw three Jawa's pointing about and seeming to direct the chaos. As they got closer, he started to see the bodies. He forced his eyes closed for a moment, settling his stomach before proceeding. They'd always taught him how to get used to seeing dead bodies in the academy, but nothing prepared him for the smell, especially out here in the desert where everything was hot.
"I'm going to... go see if I can salvage any of my belongings..."
He nodded towards Mig, offering a thank you for giving him a direction at least. He knew it was going to be tough, but he at least had a short term goal, trying to process all that had happened this instant would be far too overwhelming. As he approached the wrecked hull of the ship, he looked for an opening, entering the mangled mess that remained of the Occam. It took him some time, but he began rooting through the wreckage, finding his way to where his quarters had been located. Thankfully the bodies had been cleared out of this section already, if there had been any. He arrived... not entirely sure what he would find behind the door. Pressing the door control panel, he stared blankly for a moment, not processing that the ship no longer had power. He shook his head once he realized and began looking for something to pry the door open with.
Nearby he found a medium length of hull plating that had been sheared off, presumably during re-entry. He grabbed it carefully, avoiding the sharp edges and attempted to wedge it between the doors. He began to pry his way into what were once his quarters.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 19:44:08 GMT -8
The Jawas continued to work there way through the ship, prying open doors as they went. Any bodies found or other objects that might spoil or be damaged in the ship's current state where quickly removed. The bodies were loaded up on carts headed for the morgue, while other object either made their way to the pantry or the storerooms. With the additional hands granted by the sudden influx of converts, the work suddenly was progressing much faster. Popping open one end of the hall, one of the Docs was surprised to see the guest had somehow managed to get into this area ahead of the search crews. The Doc shrugged & got back to work. Three pairs of jawas quickly worked their way down the hallway, popping open each door before moving on. The first jawa would look quickly into each room, taking a picture on a small datapad before moving to the next. In one of the rooms, a body was discovered. After taking the picture of that room, a quartet of new jawas were summoned with a stretcher to carry the body away.
On reaching the guest, they slipped in to pop open the door for him before moving on. Having actual tools designed to crank open stuck doors being much more effective than loose bits of metal. Toward the end of the hall, however, there was a bit of confusion & awe. Inside one of the rooms was a massive floating fish tank, complete with a large number of fish, seemingly contained only by a glowing gold barrier. After a few moments, the Doc leading this group called one of the science Docs to come take a look at the device. With that sorted out, the Doc continued on his search for additional bodies. The pictures on his datapad were being automatically updated to a terminal outside the ship. From there the pictures would be quickly scanned & other jawas dispatched to collect the material. For the moment, the roof remained firmly overhead. The sandstorm had passed, but most of the salvage from the large ship was being divided in several piles based on what it was. It would be easier to finish the salvage before trying to move it all into the much more cramped storerooms.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 19:44:46 GMT -8
Returning from the great swap meet early, the war-rig pulled into the long tunnel that served as the hanger for the massive craft. Hopefully, the deals they had made would be honored by the other clans, but with the attack from the major jawa powers, it was doubtful. Of course, they may have also made a new ally. Mig decided that it would probably be a good idea to get a more solid feel about the clan's ready state.
With all the extra help the hanger tunnel was now nearly big enough for all the vehicles they had collected, including the new group of sand crawlers. Of course, most of that space was a massive shaft lined with docking alcoves, meaning it was useless until the rest of the ships had been converted to war-rigs. On that related note, the conversion was going well & before too much longer the old sand crawlers would be newly minted war rigs.
The parts harvested from the downed ship full of TIE parts had been fully sorted through & stowed. Already bits were being pulled out & more & more of the Clan's mounts were featuring TIE parts. Unfortunately the crashed republic ship had proved nearly a complete loss. The plans to rebuilt it into a clan warship were scrapped. Now it was just being completely dismantled for spare parts & metal. One of the Doc had managed to find a strange device that produced a golden field, & was convinced it would make the Clan unbeatable.
As for the newly joined jawas, they were mostly settled in. A few of the older sealed off areas had to be opened up for extra room, but in the end everyone had a place to sleep.
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Post by Jawas on Apr 17, 2017 16:07:28 GMT -8
Some time after the Great Swap Meet, and a lot of running away for dear life just to live to sail the Dunes Seas another day. A lone sandcrawler could be seen dawdling along on its lonesome towards Jabba’s palace as they had followed the directions that were given to them to meet the Sand Lightning Clan. Course the whole sadncrawler was in an uproar as they saw what was coming into view was in fact what would be Thug’s paradise to live in and had a bad reputation either way. Still Tikk was confident in the directions he was given and if all else failed the worst that could happen was they would have their goods stolen and left without a sand crawler… And so all smiles Tikk led the sandcrawler on towards what would either be complete and utter doom… or a very beneficial deal with an awesome clan of fighters instead of just junk dealers.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 17:08:35 GMT -8
As the sandcrawler got closer to the palace, more & more roughriders could be spotted. Most were flying high overhead, either returning to base or venturing out on some tasks or other. A few however, were lurking much closer to the visitors. Even the lurkers however, did not get close enough to hail from the sandcrawler. At the entrance to the vehicle tunnel hanger, there was a surprising amount of activity. From the looks of things, three war rigs, freshly converted from the newly gained sandcrawlers were getting ready to head out on some task.
Xiuying had already joined the milling jawas waiting for the sandcrawler heading up the pass. By that time, the Sand Lightning was already well aware of the identity of their guests & one of the docs was already preparing the experimental drive system he had come up with based on the technology gathered from the downed republic corvette. As the sandcrawler reached the doors, there would be a number of jawas on hand to guide the vehicle into the correct parking alcove for the work to begin.
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Post by Jawas on Apr 17, 2017 17:21:24 GMT -8
The Jawas of Clan Duka Duka merrily move their sandcrawler into the appointed parking spot with the help of the Jawas from Sand Lighting. Once it was all settled in and everything, Clan Duka Duka slowly exited the vehicle and went their separate ways to explore the vast palace. Some mischievous ones went treasure hunting, others went to see what entertainment could be found. Course there was immediately a little table of their own set up outside and gambling began there. Most others went about as curious individuals in a new place expect for the Tinkerers whom were interested in what work was going to be done on the sandcrawler, and so hanged around to find out.
Tikk though stayed around the sandcrawler to see if there he could find his fellow Jawa Clan leader or something to talk to and find out what the plan was and everything. Course he himself was a bit tempted to join in with the card games his own clan was starting or to see what goods he could possibly win or lose in a good game around here as well.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 18:07:25 GMT -8
For the most part, the Sand Lightning clan let them explore. They would be quick to find that while there was very little in the way of loose treasure in the palace, vice was common enough. In fact, the book of sand had so much vice within it that a wandering jawa would be hard pressed not to stumble across a card game, contest or red light area within very short notice.
In some ways, the conversion would be the standard war rig package, & in other ways it would be very different. The standard parts would be the reinforcements to the outer hull for better defense, a number of weapon systems, & a repulsorlift package. The non-standard stuff would mostly be the experimental repulsor shields & a wonderful set of solar sails someone had managed to lay their hands on.
-Doc Brown (in Jawa)
<You Tikk? Got some stuff for you to look at. Got some nice solar sails we are thinking about mounting on the top, good boost to your power. You will need those. Now, we have a number of lighter deck guns we could mount for you, but I have a feeling you would rather have something with punch.>
With a sharp whistle from Doc Brown, warboys began rolling in some seriously heavy guns. They were the turbolasers that had been stripped from the CR90 corvette that had crashed not that long ago.
-Doc Brown (in Jawa)
<What do you think?>
While they were waiting on the decision on the guns, other warboys were already working on the sandcrawler.
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Post by Jawas on Apr 26, 2017 12:31:18 GMT -8
Jawas were wandering about everywhere as they looked around and enjoyed themselves, but, Tikk was standing there wide eyed as he saw them awesome turbolasers and just knew he had to have them for who didn't like a gun with punch. Course he was down right quickly nodding his head as quickly as he could in agreement and them other Jawas who were the Tinkerers aboard his sandcrawler were all whispering to each other as they watched the work began and what Tikk had agreed to. Some complained while most others were just utterly excited at the idea of YAY more junk to tinker with.
"I like, I like. They would most certainly do my friend." Tikk said excitedly and quickly in Jawaese to Doc. Brown.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 13:05:28 GMT -8
Doc Brown made a quick chopping motion & the turbolasers were carted over to a pair of lifts. Unfortunately for the Sandcrawler in question, the guns were far too large to bolt to the sides or even mount on the top deck. Descending from the gantry walkways above, a large number of warboys on tethers dropped down on either side of the hull, halfway up from the ground. Within moments, dozens of cutting torches were eating into the hull, & very shortly eight large squares had been cut into the ship. Three holes on each side & a pair facing forward. They had judged the cuts well & the space behind had mostly been cargo area. After shifting anything there out of the way, the gantry cranes lifted the weapons, one by one, into the holes. As each slid into place, warboys worked quickly to weld, bolt & rivet it in place before hooking into the new power system that was underway. The hull plates that had been cut loose would then be lifted back into place over the guns. A system of release bolts would allow the guns to be removed easily enough for major repairs or salvage, while a much smaller porthole would be cut into each hatch for the weapon to fire through. Unlike the smaller deck guns being installed on the top of the war rig, The main guns were locked in place & could only fire straight. To aim, the entire war rig would have to turn. The two guns mounted forward however, would allow the war rig to fire while still giving chase. In terms of throw weight, this war rig had just become the single strongest vessel on the planet.
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Nartaga
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 29, 2017 10:31:36 GMT -8
A small envoy of Tusken Raiders approached the outer Dunes of the Palace atop Bantha and speeders. Nartaga sat on his Bantha and patted his companion mount as it collapsed down in the sand to rest. The noble creature of the Tusken people had traveled far and fast. Two speeders circled the area, each with two R'Crurak Sentries riding. Among them was the Sentry Dunewalker Kal'Shor, who hopped off the back of the speeder he had been on and jogged over to stand by Nartaga. Nartaga took out his macrobinoculars and surveyed the area, watching for a few moments before passing them to Kal'Shor who looked over the Sand Lightning Clan's home with slight amazement. The Dunewalker held the macrobinoculars back up to Nartaga.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"They've been busy."
Nartaga chuckled and took the macrobinoculars back, stowing them in one of the satchels on his Bantha's saddle. He reached around inside one of the other bags and took out a primitive comm device, dusting off some sand on the device.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Let's hope they're still as friendly as before."
Nartaga extended the antenna of the radio and turned a nob on the control panel. The display glowed a dull yellow and static came from a small speaker on the front of the panel. Nartaga turned several dials on the front of the radio before it was clear. He unhooked the handheld microphone and pushed down on the talk button. He spoke in Basic over the channel.
-Nartaga-
This is Head Councilor Nartaga Krish'Rak'R'Crurak of the R'Crurak Tusken clan. We wish to meet to discuss a pressing matter concerning our home...all of our home.
Nartaga hoped he had chosen the right words. One of the Councilor's greatest fears was that his words would start a war without meaning to. He knew much of the Jawas of Tatooine, but he had been told this clan was different, to put things lightly. After Nartaga released the push to talk button on the talk box all he do was wait to hear back. Kal'Shor tried to reassure the younger Tusken.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"Even if they refuse to meet us now, there's always later. Eventually we'll have to sit down and talk if things continue of this path."
Nartaga nodded, appreciating the attempt at reassurance. It helped some, but what was on Nartaga's mind was not if his words would spark a war with the Jawas. It was the dark cloud of another war he feared.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 20:05:19 GMT -8
The jawas had the group on scanners well before they stopped to get a look at the Palace. It was nice of the R'Crurak to introduce themselves however.
-Deangelo <in Tusken>
Y'all come on up. Door is open & a pot of stew is waiting.
True enough, once the group reached they would discover that the vehicle bay tunnel was standing open. Tucked into one of the stalls near the door was a sandcrawler that was having a huge gun maneuvered into it. Beyond that, however, a great many of the stalls stood empty. It seems that most of the Clan's forces were out & away on some task or other. Waiting near the door for the tuskens, Deangelo was bundled up in a leather great coat that sported a number of extra flaps about the shoulders.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 30, 2017 0:18:11 GMT -8
Nartaga smiled beneath his mask when he heard the familiar sound of his native tongue. The Tusken was glad he would not have to dust off his Jawaese. It would not have made for a very productive conversation. He knew how to speak it well enough but he had been told his accent butchered even the trade language used by other species. Kal'Shor perked his head up after the radio was put away.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"It sounded like the same Jawa I spoke with when I was here. I believe he said he was a...Sheriff? He is in charge of the Palace defenses."
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"If I remember correctly that's a rank given to enforcers of laws, like in old Outsider holovids." [/font
Kal'Shor tilted his head, confused at how the Councilor would know anything about Outsider holovids, but Nartaga simply rubbed the head of his Bantha and started moving towards the Palace's vehicle bay tunnel. Kal'Shor shrugged and climbed onto the back of the landspeeder one of his Sentry charges were piloting. All of the Tuskens kept their weapons holstered. They were after all guests. Nartaga brought up a closed fist to his chest in greeting to the Jawa that waited for them at the door of the tunnel.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Greetings, Sheriff. I am Head Councilor Nartaga. Thank you for allowing us entry into your home."
Nartaga dismounted his Bantha, the beast turning its head to lick Nartaga with its long prehensile tongue. Nartaga ran his gloved right hand through the fur of his companion. He took out a small cube of sugar from his robes and held it out. The Bantha's tongue moved from down from licking the Tusken's masked head to his arm then his hand, gripping the sugar cube and then withdrawing the appendage back into its mouth. The Bantha let a content groan echo throughout its body, vibrating the area around it as it lay down just inside the door. A slightly wetter Nartaga heavily patted the side he had been stroking. The Bantha let out another satisfied groan.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Good Sha'Sha."
Kal'Shor's speeder came up beside Nartaga and the Dunewalker hopped off. The other Sentry onboard turned off the repulsorlifts and took up a position to guard the Head Councilor's Bantha. Kal'Shor gave a hand signal to the other two Sentries on the second speeder. The pilot nodded and swung the vehicle around, zooming back off into the Dunes. Kal'Shor raised his own fist to his chest in greeting to Deangelo.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"Sheriff Deangelo, I am Dunewalker Kal'Shor, we met previously when I came here to speak about the Outsiders. I hope you do not take it as an insult to your defenses but I sent our other speeder to make sure we were not followed by anyone we do not want to. Things have not improved much since we last spoke. I hope things have been better for your clan than ours."
Nartaga stepped away from his Bantha and towards the Sheriff.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"I mean no disrespect Sheriff, but I was hoping to meet with your leaders, or someone who can speak for them. I would like to open formal talks for a treaty between our two clans for information, trade and hopefully an alliance."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 18:03:40 GMT -8
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<Come on in & eat.>
Leading the group off into a side room, there was in fact a stew pot already waiting.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<That would be me then. Clan is a bit odd. Any deals I make are only binding to my war boys. There is only Mig above me, but he doesn't make deals. Most of us will try to talk the others into signing on with any deals we make, but we can't force another to. It is rare to get everyone to agree outright like that. If you get Mig's support, though, the rest will quickly sign on as well.>
Once he had established his own authority to cut deals, he circled back to the original topic.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<We know about the outlander raids. If you are asking for warriors for help, you won't get much out of us for the moment. We have a lot of boys off working a site & the Major Clans have labeled us enemies to be destroyed.>
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 30, 2017 19:00:00 GMT -8
After Kal'Shor grabbed a small satchel from his parked speeder Nartaga and he followed closely behind Deangelo as he led them to the room. Kal'Shor opened the satchel he had brought with him and set out their rations of hubba bread, enough to feed the Tuskens on their journey here and home again. They had not expected to eat with anyone here but to the Tuskens it would be rude to not also offer something for the meal they were taking part in. If the Jawas shared what they had, for the R'Crurak not to also share what they had brought would be dishonorable to them, and an insult to the people they were eating with.
After everyone had gotten some of the stew and the bread and sat down, Nartaga cleared his throat.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"We do not require assistance from your warriors. We have no trouble holding off the Outsiders. They are...disorganized? There seems to be no purpose behind their attacks besides anger. It is as if the roles of our peoples have switched and they are now the Raiders. The irony seems to be lost on the ones we've captures and interrogated."
Nartaga stirred the stew in his bowl with the hard hubba bread.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"The Outsiders who we have said that there was an attack in one of their Settlements and a Tusken blade from found on the victim. We have connections with the tribes and clans near Mos Espa and none of them sent any raiding party, nor would they to such a major Outsider city. Unless it was the work of a rogue warrior or tribe, I believe that our people have been framed to once again be the scapegoat of something that we have not done. I believe that several Jawa tribes have also been targeted. Those allied under our banner have reported threats and fights at their usual trade runs with the Outsiders. They also said...I believe the term was...lowballing?"
After taking a pause to catch his breath and scoop some of the stew into his mouth Nartaga continued.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"We want to know if the Sand Lightning clan has heard anything, or knows anything about what is going on with the Outsiders. We do not really have any contact with them beyond our few traders that deal with Outsiders that trust us. In return, we could offer to help with your enemy clans. We've been around a long time, I'm sure there are a few of them we know well enough to have a sit down, at the least request one. We help those who help us."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 19:53:29 GMT -8
The sheriff thought for a long while about how to pull the feelings rumors & other snatches of info into a cohesive whole. It wasn't easy, as he knew he didn't have the entire picture, but the parts he did have were troubling.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<Things are .... moving. Two outsider warships, from different clans at that, have crashed in the resent past in our territory alone. There was one survivor from the first & none from the second. The survivor stayed with us a while, then moved on. Dozens of smaller jawa clans have vanished completely, been found destroyed, or suffered heavy losses in attacks in just this area. & it isn't just outsiders either. Tuskens have been behind some of the attacks as well.>
He paused for a moment to let that sink in.
-Deangelo <in tusken>
<It isn't just between races either. I have reports of tusken clans attacking each other as well. Along with the death mark put on the Sand Lightning by all the major jawa clans. It feels like a time of madness is descending on us.>
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 30, 2017 20:26:32 GMT -8
Nartaga let go of the hubba bread and leaned back slightly at the news that Tuskens had been attacking Jawas as well as each other. He had not heard of any large conflicts between clans. Had the Outsider raids been keeping them from seeing the bigger picture? Distracting them while they destroyed the bonds of friendship that the R'Crurak had tried to foster among the Tuskens? Blood feuds caused by attacks and disputes could set back progress by decades, if not longer. Tusken grudges ran deep, and lived well past the perpetrators died.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"The R'Crurak clan has always stood for was peace, even during our war with the other Tusken clans we kept trying to get them to agree to negotiations. We have always wanted peace for Tatooine. The Outsiders have a system set in place for their government, their cities, yet we barely function as small tribes. The R'Crurak have been through many a conflict trying to reach the end of the tunnel, so to speak. We want a unified planet. Jawas, Tuskens, even Outsiders."
Nartaga breathed in deeply, feeling the anger boiling in his gut. He beat it down to keep his mind clear. He needed to keep a calm front. He was the Head Councilor of his clan, elected by his people to represent and lead them. While he was a Tusken, he still believed in helping people, even if it put him at a disadvantage.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"These attacks cannot continue, but we cannot continue to fight among ourselves. We need to come up with a plan to end this."
Nartaga rubbed the brow of his mask, his anxiety rising at the thought of another war. Flashbacks of his visions from the Kumumgah-Rakatan war clouded his vision and he felt light headed. Kal'Shor cleared his throat, snapping him out of it. Nartaga did his best to regain his composure.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Instead of me telling you what we can offer you, tell me what your clan wants. What it needs. I have already told you what we want, it is only fair that we hear your clan's goals as well. If we can help in any way, we will do our best."
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