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Post by Nartaga on Jul 26, 2020 23:11:28 GMT -8
Not focused on anything but the massive dragon that was closing in on his position, Nartaga lifted his arms back up, lifting his arms back up, bringing with him the target of his telekinetic abilities. A large, sand worn boulder lifted up from beneath the sand, floating into the air as if gravity had no effect on it whatsoever. The greater krayt lifted the front half of its body out of the sand as it came within striking distance of the shaman, confusion as to where the large presence it had felt was. The krayt dragon opened its maw and let loose another intimidating roar, the layer of sand that was covering the Tusken flying off with the force. Closer! He yelled in Tusken, before swinging his arms down, Nartaga threw the boulder at the Krayt, his body going into the motion as well to add as much force behind the attack as possible.
The krayt saw the incoming strike from the levitating stone and lifted the back half of its massive body from the sands, swiftly swinging itself around and using its powerful tail to knock the boulder back and against one of the still intact spire-like stones. The spire crumbled and the pieces impacted the sands. The krayt followed through in its motion to strike at the miniscule Tusken before it. With not much time to react, Nartaga swung his right arm up and braced himself, propelling a wall of sand in between him and the incoming attack. The tail of the dragon impacted the sand cushion, but it was not enough to stop the full force of something that swam through the dunes as if they were barely there. Even with the wall of sand and invisible energy the Tusken had created to shield himself was effective, he was still sent flying back nearly ten meters, landing on his back and impacting the ground with a flat thud.
The sentry warrior slowly lifted himself up off the ground using his left arm, his right hanging limp. The krayt let out another roar at the Tusken, who simply beckoned at the monstrous creature with his gloved hand. Closer! He again screamed in Tusken. The Tusken reached out with his still functioning arm, lifting the smaller pieces of the recently broken spire and slinging them at the krayt, moving backward while still facing the beast.
The krayt would move forward towards the Tusken, only not directly attack the Tusken due to the sheer number of rocks flying at it, choosing to let its new prey wear itself out while it used minimal energy to defend itself. The krayt was not smart enough to realize it was following the Tusken between two nearby spire formations.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jul 27, 2020 8:23:01 GMT -8
Zed watched as Nartaga was thrown further into the rocky outcropping. He would never had never guessed the amount of power that the Tusken had inside of him. The more rocks that were chucked towards the dragon the stronger that Zed felt until he was able to stand. He caught up to where Nartaga was giving the Krayt a wide berth. I hope you have a plan.
Following the Tuskens lead Zed started throwing rocks at the Krayt. Gripping several pebbles with the Force they flew off with the crack similar to a gunshot. Despite piercing the Krayts flesh the size of the the pebbles had little impact on the beast as it continued forward. Trying once more this time with a piece of the spire that was roughly a foot in length and sharp as a blade on one end. Picking it up Zed rotated the shattered stone in the air so that the sharpest point pointed towards the dragon. Using the power of Bastelkenisis the larger rock shot towards the beast.
If the smaller rocks sounded like gunshots, this one sounded like the crack of thunder as it flew towards the Krayt at terminal speeds it sunk into the front left leg of the Krart. He had been aiming at the spot behind the leg hoping to get it in the chest and maybe end as one would smaller game while hunting, but between the speed and distance Zed had misjudged where it would be. Roaring out in pain its keen red eyes zeroed in on Zed as it continued toward them with a noticeable limp.
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Post by Nartaga on Jul 28, 2020 0:36:37 GMT -8
There was a black void creeping in on the periphery of Nartaga's vision, and his sight was fading in and out from a blurry blob. The same instinct that had driven the bantha to the incredibly speed and distance earlier now burned within the Tusken: the fight to survive. Nothing could be held back, even if it meant he were to succumb to death it would not be at the jaws of the krayt. It would be because he poured everything he had to ensuring he lived, and had nothing left inside himself to keep going. The Tusken's vision snapped to crystal clarity as he heard a voice beside him, bringing him out of the state he had sunken into to draw so much power out of himself for their defense. Nartaga's head turned to see Zed joining him in battle, though it felt like an eternity since he had seen the outsider. The combat state his mind had been drawn into for the battle for his life had changed his perception of reality, for better and worse.
Nartaga pointed up with his functioning arm at the twin spires the dragon was moving in between. "Down on krayt." His concentration was lost, the mindset he had dove into broken, the reality of the shaman's injuries and the intense toll on his body in such a short time it had taken. He gasped out in pain and nearly collapsed then and there. The Tusken staggered on his feet, but remained upright. There was but one last task to be done, and then he could stop. Even as every cell in his body screamed for elongation to the respite, begging for the embrace of the void to ease the suffering they were being put through. The Tusken closed off his mind to the pain, and tried to re-enter the zen combat state he had been in. However, what was left after the pain was gone was the anger of not being strong enough, allowing himself to falter, to possibly die here. "Not yet." The Tusken sputtered through a cough that tasted heavily of copper.
Nartaga's mind tapped into this anger and the wellspring of energy burst forth like a damn that had been barricaded for his entire life. The anger turned to fury, the vein of emotion ran deep, the crack forming at the the present, but spread like a spider web to the events that had laid in the back of his mind and festered for so long. Once the lode had been tapped there was no stopping it until it was completely depleted. The state of the shaman's mind became wrath incarnate, and it fueled his body to overcome the damage he was doing to himself. The primal energy that flowed from the Tusken twisted and contorted as the rage flowed outward.
The krayt settled itself in front of the two humanoids before it, perfectly lined up before the spires. As far as it was aware, it was now the victor of this fight, and would be eating. First the two smaller beings, then it would continue the hunt of the bantha. Nartaga opened his raised hand which was still aimed at the spires, closing the grip in the air as if it was in front of him to grab. The coating of sand, dust, and smaller rocks shook as the Tusken's invisible hold on the monolith was affirmed. Nartaga began pulling with everything he had remaining, screaming with such a ferocity in the moment it almost rivalled the roar of the krayt. Thick, dark blood dripped from the mouth of the Tusken's mask, propelled outward through the force of the warrior's scream.
The spire rumbled, and a loud crack was heard as the force of the pull began to break the base of the pillar and bring it down onto the dragon.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jul 28, 2020 13:32:05 GMT -8
Adding his own strength to that of the Tuskens, Zed raised his hands up and reached out to the spires and pulled. Despite the loud cracks that resonated from them they still fell far to slow for his liking. Whatever he could add to aid in their dropping he did so. Screaming beside his ally he waited to see what would happen first, their death or that of the of the great dragon before them.
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Post by Nartaga on Jul 28, 2020 16:37:04 GMT -8
The stone monoliths crumbled and began to fall down upon the krayt. The ferocious creature looked up, backing up suddenly as the mass of rocks began falling on top of it. The krayt, finally deeming the beings too much trouble, did not attempt to continue its attack. As the dust settled and the rocks created a barrier between them and the now fleeing beast. Nartaga let out another roar of his own. It was a guttural, animalistic cry of the insanity that had overtaken the Tusken in going past his limits. The Tusken took a step forward, as if to give chase to the creature he now saw as prey. The Tusken's leg collapsed under his weight and he fell to the ground face first.
The aura that had flowed from the shaman like a raging river not even moments ago was now still and quiet, much like how the Tusken was now. The only movement that could be seen through the heavy robes and wrappings that covered him was the shallow breath he still drew.
From the rear, a still panting Patashu made her way tentatively from the sidelines from where she had sheltered during the battle. The Bantha approached her unmoving rider, running her tongue over the Tusken's body, gently nudging Nartaga body. The Bantha let out a pleading cry as she turned to Zed.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jul 28, 2020 17:09:37 GMT -8
Feeling stronger than he had since arriving on the planet thanks to all the energy expanded by the Tusken Zed was ready to take chase and stop the beast from returning to finish the job. Suddenly all that power that had been radiating from Nartaga disappeared and he looked over at him as he collapsed face first onto the ground. As the lust for battle left him Zed regained some of his mind. He needed to ensure that Nartaga lived, of the two of them only the Tusken knew his way through the wastes. If he died, than Zed died too.
Gently turning the man over onto his back Zed was relieved to see some nominal amount of breathing coming from his wounded comrade. I'll try to keep him alive Patashu. I don't suppose you have a way of contacting emergency services? As he spoke he began to feel up and down the various body parts of the Tusken finding one of his arms bent in a place it should be, broken. Several times his gloved hands came away with blood that was slowly leaking from beneath the leather that covered the Tusken.
With his hands still on Nartaga he began to feed extra amounts of energy into the Tuskens body. Although it would not help heal his wounds it would hopefully give the man enough energy to not die right there on the spot. As the energy trickled into Nartaga he spoke to the man. Nartaga, if you can hear me I need to set up camp so I can patch up your wounds. Please tell me you brought something I can use in the saddlebags.
Slowly making his way to Patashu with his arms wide so as to not spook her he spoke soothingly to her. Its okay, I just need to see if there are any bandages, or something in those bags. Although clearly agitated he was able to reach into the bags and found odds and ends not knowing what he was looking at. Salves, potions, bits of cloth. None of it standing out as, use me. C'mon Nartaga, I could really use your help here friend.
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Post by Nartaga on Jul 28, 2020 23:09:33 GMT -8
Nartaga lay still and motionless as Zed tried to wake him, unresponsive to the energy the stennes put into helping him. The excessive deficit of energy the Tusken had spent during the fight was so deep that the energy poured into him was akin to drops in a bucket. The effort would only keep the Tusken in the realm of the living for so long before his injuries would be the death of him. The Tusken coughed, expelling more dark blood that had begun to pool into his lungs from the internal bleeding, and his left arm reached up towards the Twin Suns that were quickly setting. "Flare." The Tusken's arm went limp as he lost consciousness once more.
Patashu let out another cry, stamping her front hooves on the sand covered rocky ground, shaking her head in worry and impatience. Her rider's cycler rifle still inside the holster of the saddle. The long rifle was a type of slugthrower that had small magazine that fed into the chamber which was bolt operated. Inside one of the saddle bags were several ball tipped rods that looked to fit the barrel of the rifle. Slotting the thin, rod-like end into the barrel and then firing into the sky would ignite the phosphorus ball at the end and propel it into the sky in a bright blue light, emitting a dark smoke.
Patashu would be difficult to deal with, giving Zed as much trouble as possible whenever he would make the move for the cycler rifle, assuming the outsider either intended to put her rider out of his misery or kill her for food, possibly bait for the krayt. Exhausted and scared was a very dangerous combination that made the bantha near wild in its temperament. The bantha moved between Zed and Nartaga, blocking the outsider from killing her rider. Without the steady will of Nartaga to calm her, a very careful approach would have to be taken. While intelligent for a non-sentient being, fear and fatigue were quick to give even the tame Patashu a more violent side, as she felt threatened for herself and her rider.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Jul 29, 2020 13:48:39 GMT -8
Having tried to reach for the slugthrower Zed instead grabbed some of the rough bantha hair. Looking into one of her large eyes he could still see the fear in her eyes. Although the Greater Krayt had left them, this was his domain and it may know of a way to get around at them from the rear. At that train of thought his eyes darted towards their destination but saw nothing at this point. Maybe she still smelled the beast in the air, or maybe it was the dregs of adrenaline in her body. Realizing he would need to placate her before he did anything else he left the rifle alone for now.
Instead he found the one pouch he knew at least one of the contents of. Impressing on her the need to calm down through the Force. At the same time he reached for the saddlebag and pulled out the dried plums from earlier. Knowing her love for the delicacy he reached out to the Bantha with one in his closed palm. Patashu I need you to calm down girl. Please let me get to the gun so I may try to signal for help. Although he doubted she understood his words, he tried to make himself sound as calm hoping between his words, the Force and her favourite treats she may let him get the blaster. Unfurling his hand he held it palm up with the plum ready for her to take if she wanted.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 6, 2020 0:28:55 GMT -8
Patashu became still as her fur was grabbed by Zed, and he attempted to calm her. The frozen bantha stared silently back into the eyes of the Stennes behind the Tusken mask he wore. The intent from the disguised outsider reached through to the bantha, and the large beast of burden bowed her horned head. The mount layed down on the ground next to the still unconscious Nartaga. The only indication of the bantha's distress after the connection between the two was made was the still short winded breathing.
The desert plum was rejected by the bantha, who instead rested her head down, the creature's eyes half closing. Patashu was resigning herself to her fate, and to the fate of her rider.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 7, 2020 12:33:30 GMT -8
Seeing that Patashu would no longer fight him Zed managed to get through the various packs that remained on her after their laboured run and found what he assumed were the flares that Nartaga said before slipping back into unconsciousness.Reaching for the cycler rifle he placed cleared the breach ensuring that there were no errant rounds in the weapon before loading the flare. Aiming into the sky he fired with the sound of thunder reverberating off the canyon walls. Rolling his shoulder Zed was surprised by the amount of kick the weapon had. Although most of the galaxy had progressed to using energy based weapons it seemed that the Tuskens still used some sort of variant of a slugthrower and the kickback had enough force that, if that place wasn't going to be bruised before than it would be now.
Watching it lazily arc in the sky, creating a smaller third sun that would be visible for kilometers around he hoped someone was around to see it. If not than likely all three would die sooner rather than later. As it sparked out, he fired again. Although there were only a limited amount, now was not the time to be stingy. Satisfied that he had a rough idea of how long the flare would last Zed did his best to tend to his fallen comrade creating a temporary shelter and attempting to stem some of the bleeding. He knew little of Tusken culture, but even he knew that nakedness was taboo and as such tried to work around the garments that Nartaga wore.
A few kilometers away a small convoy of Tuskens from the Or'Rrk'Rkr clan had stopped to set up their own camp in order to beat the worst of the days heat. Although their kind had survived in the desert and seemingly thrived in it, they had only done so by learning how. That meant conserving ones water, and despite the efficiency of their re-claimers even the hottest days could prove to be too much for the machines. Sitting in what shade they could create, most entertained themselves as best they could repairing damaged gear, or playing a few travel games before they made their final push to the trading village. As one of them looked off to the rocky outcropping he thought he could see a large dust plume growing and in the sky something bright glowing that had not been there a moment prior.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 8, 2020 1:25:10 GMT -8
It had been less than an hour for them to reach the rock formations from where the flares had been estimated to come from. It made the most sense, as there was nothing else but empty dunes everywhere else. The Or'Rrk'Rkr scouting party surrounded the three beings and moved in like the sands of the desert flowing to cover itself. They watched momentarily, relaying to one another through hand signals what each of them saw. A bantha and two Tuskens, at least what appeared as two Tuskens. One was obviously injured, while the other tended to him, and the bantha lay on the ground. Trick? One of the scouts signed to the party leader, who signed in response, taking a few more moments to watch the trio. A judgement needed to be made. If they were allies to the Or'Rrk'Rkr clan and they died out here, it would come back on him and his party. The lead Tusken signed again to the Tuskens under his command to remain cautious, and then gave the signal to move in.With a mix of rifles and gaderffii drawn, the group of six Tuskens from the convoy moved in to overtake the smaller group. One spotted, they would take a more aggressive formation, while still maintaining a distance. The party leader would advance slowly, his gaderffii slung on his back so not to provoke Zed, but moved in further to the disguised Stennes and unconscious Nartaga. Patashu would lift her head once she noticed the advancing Tuskens and then stood on her feet. The lead Tusken gave the bantha and Zed a simple sign for them to remain calm. "When you drink the water..." The leader asked in the Tusken tongue to Zed. Even if Zed understood the words, it was obviously some sort of passphrase that the Tusken was testing for a response to. Without an immediate response, the lead Tusken instead signed to Zed, asking him what tribe or clan he was from. He finally made his way to kneel beside Nartaga on the ground and look the shaman over while waiting for an answer.It did not take but a moment to spot the markings of a R'Crurak Sentry on the shoulder pauldron of the Tusken's garb, but he held his breath so as not to answer the question himself. He wanted to know what happened here. If there was danger nearby or an attack incoming they needed to know. Any information could be useful to the clan. The other five Tuskens remained distant with weapons remaining drawn and ready for an ambush or attack.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 8, 2020 13:30:17 GMT -8
Seeing the Tuskens approaching Zed was both elated and worried. Nartaga may still live if he was lucky. Yet he would need to tread carefully, he did not speak the language and not all Tusken were as open to Outsiders as his new friend. Zed had hoped to speak to Nartaga about learning the language but did not wish to intrude within his mind without permission. It seemed that option was no longer on the table and he forced his mind into Nartagas.
Closing his eyes Zed extended tendrils from his mind, like fingers probing out toward Nartagas. He found it without much difficulty, except for the slowly approaching Tuskens and Patashu there was not much around. He found the mind muddled, and filled with pain. Had Nartaga been conscious no doubt there would have been some sort of mental barrier attempting to fight him off. Forcing his way in his mind he tried to be careful to not cause any more harm. Despite the heat a cold shiver made its way down his side as their minds touched. His mind felt alien. Despite everything that had happened to him Nartagas mind still felt vast and powerful weighted down with years of knowledge. Dark thoughts loomed just out of sight, artifacts of his race that made him cringe when they brushed up against his mind.
Knowing he did not have much time he ignored those, knowing that if his mind was alien enough he could end up trapped there forever. Whereas a more competent user could have used The Force to Comprehend the Speech Zed was forced to instead quickly sift through his memories. Putting most of them to the side he instead tried to focus on and find any interactions that Nartaga had with Outsiders. As he went through the memories he found that the Tusken had a far greater grasp of Common than he had given him credit for it was still lacking in many areas. Still as he sifted through Zed was able to understand more and more words and terms than most Outsiders. It would have to do as he heard to rough barking of a Tusken nearest him. Not understanding the words he shook his head towards the unknown Tusken. Thankful that he understood signing Zed reached out and tapped Nartaga RCrurk It was a rough attempt at using the language. Although he could now understand some words speaking even this one felt odd to his mouth. He was unable to get the pronunciation right sounding more like a child trying to say a new word. Tapping himself he signed before reaching to touch his ears and signing again hoping he could convince the Tusken he could not hear, rather than not understand him. Maybe the butchered attempt at saying R'Crurak would be overlooked by this.
Pointing from where they came Zed began to sign several words detailing how they were chased and attacked by a Krayt Dragon of immense size and that Nartaga had fought it off with help from Zed and now Nartaga was dying from wounds. He looked at Nartaga than back to the newcomer and signed one final word.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 8, 2020 16:55:47 GMT -8
The Tusken leader watched Zed's body language careful. Not just the sign language the being was making, but how he moved in the garb. Something was off, but he could not pinpoint what was causing this feeling in his gut. With narrowed eyes beneath his facial coverings the Tusken, the Tusken signed a signal to the rest of his party to search for proof. While the other Tuskens searched, the leader remained by Nartaga and Zed. While the devastation caused by the battle was plain to see, what made the claim undeniable was a large tooth, broken off from the greater krayt dragon. It was not a clean break, being around three quarters of the fang, but it was still nearly half as tall as the scout who found it sticking out of the sand. With a hoot and wave, the lead Tusken had confirmation that Zed was being truthful about what had transpired, though the feeling of unease as if he was hiding something was still there. He would ignore it, for now.The lead Tusken then let out a high pitched whistle, and moments later the group's banthas made their approach from their more distant positions for safety. They would move in and several of the scouts would remove items from their banthas and use them to form a stretcher. Another would bring a satchel to the lead Tusken, who would rummage around before removing a dull and beaten looking metal syringe. Taking a vial out from the satchel as well, the Tusken drew up a third of the contents of the syringe. Without so much as an explanation he then stabbed the syringe into the shoulder of the unconscious Nartaga, and injected the concoction into the R'Crurak Tusken.He handed the vial and syringe to Zed and signed an explanation on not what the supposed medicine was, but instead a timeline on when to give the next injection. Nartaga was carefully half lifted half dragged onto the makeshift stretcher and it was attached to the now anxiously ready Patashu. The lead Tusken would sign again to tell Zed where to walk before grabbing hold of Patashu's lead and attaching it to the rear of his own bantha's saddle, mounting up and beginning to ride away with Patashu and Nartaga in tow. Three of the other Tuskens in the party remained behind to scout the area, and gather tooth and the travois that had been found ruined, but some of its cargo still intact.It was intended for Zed to walk and monitor Nartaga's condition, not ride. It was out of necessity, but there was also the distrust the leader had for Zed at this time. The R'Crurak shaman did not seem to be doing any better despite whatever had been injected into him, but he was still alive for now.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 9, 2020 13:34:19 GMT -8
Holding onto the syringe as he walked Zed carefully watched the newcomers. Although they had seemingly helped the duo there was an unease in their movements. No doubt the fact that he stood a solid foot higher than the average Tusken, and his seeming deafness would give hints that he was more than he seemed. If any of their would be saviors spoke Zed made sure not to look at them, instead keeping his head on a swivel keeping a look out for anything else that may come their way. This was the most living beings he had seen at any one time and despite the barrier between them it was nice to be in company of a larger group. Especially after the encounter with the Krayt.
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Post by Pharaoh Khubris on Sept 4, 2020 0:39:39 GMT -8
He remembered walking amongst the lush jungles of Tatooine. Ruling from his throne on high, fighting against the Rakatan invaders that sought to challenge his legacy and power. Hundreds and Thousands of years of war had been fought securing his power, and in one fell swoop, the foreign invaders had taken it all away. Countless ships had filled the sky, and then... there was darkness...
The Pharaoh extended out his hands, shifting the slab of stone aside. Countless millennia had passed outside his cage. His prison - as he had come to see it - had fallen into disrepair. Sand covered everything, creating piles against and within corners of the massive tomb. His wardens - or his protectors - had long since abandoned care of this facility. And now, it was falling apart. The massive stone roof was cracking apart, with sections of it having broken free. Sand from the desert above was already spilling in, to claim this place as it had so many places upon the surface.
The stone sarcophagi crumbled away as the Pharaoh took his first physical steps since his entombment. The blazing blue glow of his eyes continued to brighten with each step he took down from the platform and along the procession way leading to it. His mind had become fractured apart and fused back together. The last time he had stood within this very chamber, there had been considerably less sand.
He gripped the massive stone slab that blocked access to the chamber from the outside and shifted it aside. A gust of hot air rushed into the room as the Pharaoh set his gaze upon the tunnel beyond. Something he had not been expecting to see, were a multitude of power cables and lights that had been set up. Such things bore the distinctive look and touch of one race that inhabited the galaxy. Humans.
They were definitely in for a surprise when they arrived to find their path no longer blocked by the wall. But he paid the matter no more head as he retraced his steps through the twisting maze. Before long, he made his way out onto the surface of Tatooine. His clawed feet sinking slightly into the sand as the heat of the twin suns beat down upon his metallic flesh. This was the doomsday that the Rakata had brought down upon his people for their defiance.
If any of those vile invaders still drew breath, he would end their lives and rain down destruction upon them. Justice would be served for their transgressions.
But before that was possible, he had a lot to do. He was the rightful and true leader of this world, and he needed to re-establish the control that had been torn from him. Without so much as a second thought, he set off out into the desert, letting the Force guide his steps...
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Sept 4, 2020 20:15:04 GMT -8
==Dune King RP==
<<109 PP; R16 Sector, Tattooine>>
Katharine Watson was in fact *very* surprised to find the tomb she had been researching had been broken into during the night. It was still early when the research teams arrived the next day to hopefully make more headway in discovering how to open the entrance to what she had hoped would be the main burial chamber. Instead they had found a cracked open door & an empty tomb chamber. There was nothing left inside. It was possible the tomb had been empty for some time, due to the lack of foot prints in the shallow sand within. It almost seemed as if the robber had teleported into the tomb & force their way out. But that was impossible.
After a few calls back to the nearest city, it was quickly obvious she would not be getting any help from local law enforcement. They simply didn't care. She left the majority of the staff at the site, both as protection & to see if they could recover anything of historical value. With that handled, she gathered up roughly a dozen of the roughest looking paid workers & headed off in the desert. They would attempt to track down the tomb robber & recover any artifacts they may have stolen from the site.
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Post by Pharaoh Khubris on Sept 5, 2020 4:23:00 GMT -8
He had not been trudging across the hot arid desert of Tatooine for too long, when he felt a nagging feeling tugging at the back of his mind. He could feel the presence of several individuals approaching him from behind. And they were approaching quite fast. A small smile appeared on his face as he stopped in his tracks. His hand fell down to his side and gripped The Iron Law, his slug thrower which has been preserved alongside him within the stasis field. In one single, smooth motion he drew the pistol from its holster and held it out facing the direction from which he had come. His thumb pulled the hammer back, cocking the slug thrower as Pharaoh took his aim.
And then he waited. Before long, however, the shape of several speeder bikes appeared from the distance coming toward him. There were a dozen or so in total. Even from this distance, he could get a good sense of who they were through the Force. He aimed off to the left then, and fired off a single round at one of the speeder bikes off to the side of the lead bike. Then, he stood waiting. If these people truly wanted trouble, he would be more than happy to oblige them
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 7, 2020 5:10:49 GMT -8
If Ms. Watson had been surprised by the tomb robbing, she was even more surprised when her fair sized group was ambushed following the tracks of the tomb robbers. She had expected the tracks to lead a short way before reaching some kind of vehicle. Instead they had continued off into the dunes. Whatever the person found in there must not have been too large. But something had been in that tomb, she was sure.
There was a loud bang from ahead & one of her workers fell off his bike. She knew the local tribes used slugthrowers. She had even been in camp once or twice when a random shot had been fired at them. This was the first time she had been directly under fire though, even if she hadn't been the target. She actually fell completely out of her bike's saddle at the surprise & terror. Though the other riders didn't notice. In part due to her being at the back of the group, & in part due to being distracted by trying to draw their own weapons. Fortunately, a combination of the soft terrain & slow speeds they were traveling at saved her from more than minor injuries.
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Post by Pharaoh Khubris on Dec 8, 2020 0:33:14 GMT -8
Despite his initial warning shot, the thugs pursuing him had not been scared off their trail. Instead they continued to charge him as they worked to draw their weapons. A mistake as far as The Pharaoh was concerned. While he had no reservation about ending the lives of these interlopers, he had also been willing to let them live if they had turned tail and ran. Instead, he focused upon the magicke that was drawn to his command and used it to assist his aim. The Iron Law seemed to be in motion the entire time as the shot was lined up and then the slugthrower was fired, releasing the remaining shots through the air at his attackers. Some shots were aimed to kill, others were meant to maim so as to leave him a survivor or two hopefully. Even wounded, these bugs would prove useful to him whether they wanted to or not
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Dec 8, 2020 2:09:15 GMT -8
Seven more shots rang out. & seven more of the hired muscle fell. Not all of them were death, though several were. Some were only wounded, while others had the bikes shot out from under them. That only left three riders still in the saddle by the time they got their blasters clear of their holsters. The men were by no means fighters. Mostly they had been hired as extra raw muscle to dig in sand or move stones. As well of possibly helping to carry heavier artifacts. On the other hand, they were locals. Meaning they were use to the occasional fight. & now they had blood in their eyes from this stranger shooting into their group.
Three blasters came up & sprayed a rough haze of red bolts at the figure. It wasn't very accurate fire, but it was continuous & aimed more or less in the right direction. Even an amateur could manage to walk their fire onto a human sized target fairly quickly with something as easy to aim as a blaster pistol. Two more figures on the ground recovered enough to try & continue drawing their own blasters. The rest of the downed men only lay in the dust, screaming or silent as their wounds dictated.
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