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Post by Nartaga on Feb 9, 2014 19:13:37 GMT -8
The R'Crurak Sentries looked to one another, and in response the Tusken known as Six's request, they only laughed. The lead Sentry, the same one who had spoken before. He lowered his slughtower and approached the female Tusken. He spoke down to the unknown, obviously clanless, Tusken. The clanless were looked down upon, even to the R'Crurak's.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"You are in the wrong territory, whelp. You are in R'Crurak territory. We have no chieftain. Old ideals cast aside for a brighter future. If you wish to speak to our Council, even a Krayt dragon would have better luck than a clanless. I suggest you learn you place and die with what little honor you have."
The lead Sentry laughed some more, and several of the others joined in. Had an actual Councilor been overseeing this scouting unit, the response would have been drastically different. The clanless female would have been invited to the Enclave, after being disarmed and bound to ensure to problems, but on the outskirts of R'Crurak territory, no one would ever know of the death of a single clanless, nor care. Besides, the golden gaderffii would be a great trophy to have. The lead Sentry brought his slugthrower rifle back up and aimed at the heart of Six.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"You are outnumbered and outmatched. Any last words, clanless?"
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Post by Atia on Feb 9, 2014 19:34:38 GMT -8
-Six, In Tusken-
"I am Six of the Banshee Clan, I have mastered flight, star travel and I have chosen to let you live this night."
Six was force sensitive. This doesnt mean she can pull lightning from the sky and fly without technology, this means she has that sixth sense. Her force knowledge and aptitude is very limited, since her ability was found out less then a year ago, and she still havent fully understood it, not to mention learnt to use it. What she DID understood early in her training, was combat, and what her mistress called Banshee Magic. In truth, parlor tricks. The satelites above were her only alies and they were armed well with parlor tricks. Holding the gadeffi in one hand, the other was free to move, and not visible for her opponents. SHe was given clear guidelines. Do not hurt them. Scare them, ave them, terrify them, but do not hurt them. She pressed a couple buttons on her datapad, buttons she knew without sight on them.
Suddenly, all the tusken (Six too) got lit with bright white light from above, but so far away, it was hard to see from where it came from. It was meant to shock and awe. Using this distraction, Six jumped out of the Tuskens aim and leaped towards him using the force. This meant her jump would be more like the jump of an olimpic long jumper that didnt even make the 10 best, but a good leap it was at least.
She aimed to land beside the sentry, striking at him with her gedaffi trying to disarm him from both slughtrower and personal ritual weapon to humiliate. The gedaffis bent nature was very usefull for this.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 9, 2014 20:13:51 GMT -8
At the mention of a Banshee clan, the R'Crurak Sentries laughed more, the leader approached closer to Six. They assumed that the female was assuming that she was speaking of the Jundland Banshee, a terrifying Tusken spirit
=Sentry in Tusken=
"Banshee clan? The Banshee has no clan! You are filled with lies!"
And then the light struck from the sky. The Sentries yelled and hooted and fired wildly at the sky, towards the light. When Six jumped, the Tusken aimed at her, but they were a tad bit late. Their leader was knocked down, disarmed. They yelled wildly in battle cries. The Sentry raised his arms in a gesture of surrender.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"You fight with the aid of Outsiders, whelp. If you have such technology, why do you wish to offer such devices to us?"
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 3:26:21 GMT -8
-6 in tusken-
"I am Six of the Banshee clan, and I do not negotiate with gaffi-less dogs."
With that she kicked the sentrie leaders gaffistick further away.
Her heart was racing in her chest, trying to escape through her throat and jump to freedom from her mouth. There was still a little part of her inside somewhere that wanted this life, wanted the sacred sands and the simple but fullfilling life of a Tusken woman. She wanted to become a clan mother once, as all young girls and give many sons to her husband. But she also felt the power she had over these whom would be her supperios if she was still of their clan. She felt the power, and she liked it.
-6 in tusken-
"Show me to your leader. Now."
Six said to the rest of them.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 10, 2014 8:21:38 GMT -8
The Sentry looked to his fellows, who shook their heads at him in pity. He had been bested by this Six, and he had been humiliated. He had little choice but to take her back to the Enclave. Hopefully this incident would not get in the way of his future in the R'Crurak Sentries. Being bested by a female was not a big deal. Tusken women were raised to be capable warriors. It was the fact he had been beaten by a clanless. They did not recognize the Banshee clan, as it was not a Tusken clan, but rather an Outsider one. The Sentry stood and hung his head in submission.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"Very well. I will take you to the Enclave, and you will see our Council. Nartaga and the other Councilors will hear what you have to say...."
The Sentry did not make a move towards his gaderffii. It was lost to him now. The only way he could earn the right to wield one again was to complete his new task, and then painstakingly craft a new one. The rituals involved were intricate, for such a simple weapon, but it proved that one was able to wield the Tusken's most revered weapon. He had been disarmed, and proven unworthy, and so would have to prove himself once more in the future.
The Sentries that had been hiding in the far off Dunes stood up, and walked back towards their camp. It did not take twelve Tuskens to escort someone to the Enclave. Instead, only two would go. They still had to defend their borders from raids and other scouts. The lead Sentry pointed at one of his brethren, who nodded. This Sentry not only sported the regular blue Sentry war paint on his robes, but also intricate markings on his gloves and faded red mystic symbols that ran up to his mask. This marked him as a Sentry Shaman Initiate. In no way experienced in the use of the Force, but learning. As they began walking in the direction of the Enclave, he made his way towards Six and spoke quietly, at least for the Tusken native language.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"You use the power of Tatooine. Are you a Shaman of this...Banshee clan? We have never heard of such a clan before. The Jundland Banshee has no clan. He is an exiled spirit."
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 8:39:49 GMT -8
As the sentry realised his fate, Six didnt give him the honor of her interest anymore. She nodded to her escort and walked with them. What made her nervous was the Tusken that asked the questions about shamanism and the Banshee clan. Should she lie? Should she just walk without word ignoring him? Should she say the truth?
She decided to react to him and his questions. She needed to earn honor and respect with these people, not their contempt.
-6 in tusken-
"No, I am not a shaman yet. It is a different Banshee clan. The Sakkat clan. They have met us. Do you have news of the Sakkat clan?"
The Sakkat clan was a smaller clan that moved from valley to valley in the Jundlands. Most importantly, since her birth to her abduction, Six was known by a different name, a name she no longer could nor wanted to remember, of the Sakkat clan. In truth, she wished her last words back as soon as they left her throat, fearing her curiosity would bring the anger of the Mistress.
A year ago the Sakkat clan was attacked by spirits whom took the life of two warriors and the warchief. Also, a tusken woman was gone after the attack.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 10, 2014 9:16:12 GMT -8
The Shaman Initiate paused for a moment, trying to recall anything of the Sakkat clan. The name sounded familiar, but many clans had been lost in the Civil War. Perhaps it was one of those that had perished? It did not seem to fit. Finally the memory came to him, and he nodded.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"The Sakkat clan? Yes, they were a small clan out in the Wastes, no? They were attacked by rival clans during the Civil War, trying to engulf them to gain numbers. The survivors fled to the Enclave, and were given sanctuary by us. A few of them yet live."
The lead Sentry stopped, and turned to the Shaman.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"The Sakkat clan were weak. They realized they would perish, and came to the R'Crurak for help. We gave it to them, and then most of them left when we asked them to fight with us."
His rant done, he turned back around and continued walking. Already the twin mountains that guarded the Enclave could be seen in the distance. The Shaman shook his head and spoke reassuringly to Six.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"The loss of a clan, no matter how small, is a terrible thing. Their culture is lost, their traditions. We are weaker as a people with their deaths. The few survivors may be able to tell you more, once we get to the Enclave. If you had any kin or friends in their clan, I hope they can give you peace."
At that point the Shaman stayed quiet, walking slightly off to the side of Six, not wanting to intrude on any thoughts the young Tusken might be having at the news.
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 9:29:03 GMT -8
That put the nail in the coffin for Six. She silently thanked the mistress of saving her from this tribal life of fighting for water and sand. She knew the clan of witch she was lifted. They were good fithers and a honourable clan untill...
She guessed that she may not be so thankful for the Mistress after all. She did to that clan what she did to everyone she met. She broke them. Humiliated them and that made them weak.
She was torn. Torn between the little memories she had from her clan and the new clan she had, the Banshees. She knew that the Banshee clan, as she called them was stronger then the Sakkat clan, maybe even stronger then any clan she has ever known but... fully gone?
She was thankfull for the Shamans silence. She turned back to focusing on her task instead of thinking of a possible future she might have had with the Sakkat clan. Or her possible death. Seeing the galaxy, at least as much as she had thus far, she concluded to be thankfull for that one year of pain and suffering that her abduction had resulted in. She felt stronger then any other of these clansmen, these tusken. She felt powerfull, a feeling she never had as a Tusken of the Sakkat Clan.
But... the hurt of the clans loss lingered. Also so did the fear of meeting old clansmen.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 3, 2014 9:23:04 GMT -8
Nartaga shook his head, disregarding Six's theory about the link between the Elder and Jud'dayus. He would not let all of his information go, but some secrets were not critical to keep. Besides, it might help build trust. He looked out into the distance past Six.
=Nartaga=
"Nutho'us Mardenus. That is the first name the Elder went by, before he came here. I can understand your thoughts that Jud'dayus and the Elder may be one in the same, but I can tell you from first hand experience, the two are definitely two beings. Ancient enemies, older than...well...Who truly knows how old either of them are?"
Nartaga took out a monocular and looked further ahead.
=Nartaga=
"I can tell you they both used Dark Methods to keep themselves...alive. I will not go too in depth with the details of the Rituals they performed, or the horrors each has inflicted. But as someone who has spent time with both of them, but neither are inherently evil. Prone to evil, born of evil, yes. But both are allies to our Clan. One less than the other, but Jud'dayus does not wish us dead, so that is good enough for me, considering out conflicted interests in the past."
Nartaga put the monocular back in the satchel on the side of his saddle and continued riding behind the Elder's Bantha.
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Post by Atia on Mar 4, 2014 16:29:48 GMT -8
She had to snicker a bit for that. It was a bit funny and unbileavable. But, she had experienced a lot of that in the past year.
-Six-
"Hah! I am riding a magical beast!"
She then added her own thoughts on Judayus and this other spirit. The elder. She didnt truly believe the two were the same, it was more to push Nartagas buttons. For fun. In her year with the banshees, she had both learned to handle, and learned to hate boredom. Conversation helps.
-Six-
"When I was a child, my mother used to tell me that if I go too far from the camp, the Dzsud Ajus would get me. It would take me down into the sands and suck all the water out of my body. She said the same for disobeying my parents and stealing. Now that I think of it, I did fear Dzsud Ajus. Didnt dare to venture out of the hut at dark alone until I flowered. When the... When I was told that Jud'Ayus actually existed, I still didnt believe. Now you tell me you have met him."
She shook her head in disbelief. Not that she didnt believe Nartaga, she did. All her childhood her mother had used the dark spirit of Dzsud Ajus to scare her, but she soon became a young adult and left those childish fears behind. Now, she was told from two different sources that the very dark spirit she feard was real.
-Six-
"Do you believe every planet has spirits like that? Neither evil nor good, just spirits of the planet?"
Why did she ask this? She believed she had met a spirit too, a yellow spirit of great power. She just still didnt know if it was truly evil, or just prone to.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 4, 2014 18:11:21 GMT -8
Nartaga affirmed Six's stories with his own words.
=Nartaga=
"We all were told of the evil Spirit dwelling in the sands. The Jundland Banshee was told to keep a fire lit to scare him away."
Nartaga chuckled at the notion of the Jundland Banshee being afraid of Jud'dayus, though there was good reason behind it.
=Nartaga=
"Jud'dayus is no spirit. He is just a man. A powerful one, but he is as flesh and blood as you or I. I have always had my doubts about the Elder, though. His most recent disappearance reinforces that. No one has heard nor seen him for months. No one saw him leave, either. It is not easy to sneak past our Sentries without being noticed..."
The Elder's Bantha made a noise that almost sounded like a chuckle. Nartaga fell silent for a few moments as he was a bit unnerved by this. But then he regained his train of thought and spoke on Six's question.
=Nartaga=
"It is possible. Each planet has a way of attracting lost souls to it. Jud'dayus nor the Elder are not native, but both found their way here. Are we not all drawn to where we are meant to be?"
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Post by Atia on Mar 4, 2014 19:28:08 GMT -8
-Six-
"Huh."
Nartagas words got her into some deep contemplation. First off she held back an other chuckle. Just as she thought before that Jud might be the Elder, she got this idea that what if the elder somehow turned into this old Bantha that he allready had some kind of connection to, at least in age and ownership? Dark rituals? She didnt want to dishonor the Elder loudly though, claiming him a Bantha.
Allthough... turning into a bantha would be the perfect way to go in and out of the enclave unseen.
Lost souls, drawn to where we are meant to be... Six was unsure where she was meant to be. Yes, she liked her new self, the strong and determined Banshee. Seeing her own people changed that. She started to slowly question her new teachings. Just a little.
-Six-
"How would one know if one is... a lost soul?"
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 4, 2014 20:36:33 GMT -8
Nartaga contemplated Six's question. He could feel there was more to what Six meant by it, but was not going to pry into what she was thinking about herself. So he decided to say what he believed, hoping it would help Six in some way.
=Nartaga=
"I suppose all of us are lost souls, trying to find purpose in our existence. With me, it is my clan. I would be lost without my kinsmen. I still am lost, but they make the path a little more easier to follow."
Nartaga continued, then trying to explain without making it about himself.
=Nartaga=
"The only one who can truly know if you are lost is you, though few would admit it. It is up to you to find your purpose. No one else can or should make that decision for you."
Nartaga pointed up over the next Dune, where the top of a rock outcropping could be seen.
=Nartaga=
"We are almost there. It is near these rocks."
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Post by Atia on Mar 5, 2014 7:03:34 GMT -8
At least she had an answer to that, one she believed was hers.
-Six-
"Everyone is a slave, some just have not accepted it yet."
She nodded and continued towards the rocks without a word. As they got to the place she helped nartaga set up camp and fed the Banthas. They set up the beacon and put up a fire.
Sitting and eating a quick and dry stew of jerkey, she asked a question finally.
-Six-
"What do you planning on do when you do get a ship capable of hyperspace flight, and guns to protect itself? Start trade? Raid?"
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 5, 2014 9:09:35 GMT -8
=Nartaga=
"Not meaning to sound disrespectful, but I do not believe that. We are all free from birth. Life is meant to be free. It is others who impose their will on the less fortunate. Slavery is a mortal conception, made by men and women who believe themselves better than those they enslave. Just because someone has had their free will taken does not make it right. No matter how you spin it."
Nartaga stopped. He did not was to restart a topic of conversation that was a dead end. Both Six and him had strong feelings about slavery, and opinions from the opposite sides. And so he had spent the last few hours in relative silence. It was not until they had both finished their stew that Nartaga spoke again to answer Six.
=Nartaga=
"The R'Crurak clan no longer raids. At least not in the typical sense. We raid out enemies, but only in retaliation. And even then that was only during the War. I would like to reach out in peace. The Kumumgah were once on the edge of being a great Galactic Civilization, before the Rakatan enslaved them and burned our world, millennium ago. I would like to see their children, the Tusken, even the Jawa, back in the Universe as a great society. Some may believe us only mindless savages, but you and I know different. We are a great people, with potential beyond the comprehension of anyone but Tatooine herself. Only she knows how this will end, and I hope it ends with us gaining allies and rebuilding Tatooine's reputation among Outsiders."
Nartaga was something that was dangerous to his enemies; a True Believer. Few had ever thought an Outsider orphan raised by Tuskens would ever had amounted to anything in a society such as the Tuskens'. He had been a Sentry, a Chieftain, an Outcast, a Shaman, and now a High Councilr for his clan in a largely democratic process. Sometimes he could hardly believe it himself. But he knew this was his purpose, and would do anything he could to see it come to fruition.
=Nartaga=
"There is still much to do, and while your Masters and the R'Crurak may have some difference of Beliefs, I hope we can be allies when the R'Crurak take to the stars."
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Post by Atia on Mar 5, 2014 12:35:06 GMT -8
-Six-
"That is my hope also."
She thought about sharing her first months on Juvex. The torture that thought her Basic. No sleep, minimal food, and words, words and pain. When she could communicate on a basic level and understand basic, came the talks. Torture subsided, nearly fully. Every day talking and talking. She wanted to share that the Mistress wanted to kill the tusken girl in Six, but after the talking, when Atia had learned to know the Tusken, and the Sand people, they decided not to. She would stay tusken. She was able to win. Once at least. She wanted to share the power of her culture over outsiders. She didnt. Too risky.
Six did not have the shortest clue that this was just a part of her training, a planned thing. Just a step in brainwashing.
-Six-
"I hope I will be left here, as my masters ambsassador."
That wasnt a typo. She just had a problem with the word.
-Six-
"Now that I am back, stronger then I ever was in both body and soul, doing something meaningfull for my people, I feel... happy."
It was a truly calm and good moment. Out among the dunes, two tusken sharing a fire. two tusken with outsider influences but tusken none the less. Six was truly happy.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 5, 2014 13:06:52 GMT -8
Nartaga poked the fire with his gaderffii. A few embers lifted up in the air. He looked up at the settings Suns. The first day was ending. They would have two more until the ship arrived.
=Nartaga=
"If it would help I can try and speak to your Masters. Not meaning to sound like an overprotective old fool, but I believe you can do good here. Surely they can realize that."
Nartaga poked the fire again, twisting a log over. The fire went down momentarily until the other side caught fire.
=Nartaga=
"If your masters are as good to their slaves as you say, they might think twice about ruining the happiness of one of their most obviously talented individuals. A broken mind is useful, but only so much before the soul follows, and the body is no longer willing."
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Post by Atia on Mar 5, 2014 13:41:37 GMT -8
-Six-
"You dont understand... its... "
She didnt think, she just spoke.
-Six-
"The masters. They are slaves too."
It het her at that moment what she had said. She couldnt suck it back now.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 5, 2014 13:54:38 GMT -8
Nartaga had uncapped his bladder of water and was taking a few sips, but stopped when Six had spoke. He put the cap back on and was almost at a loss of words.
=Nartaga=
"Slaves ruling over slaves? It's....odd...for sure. Surely there must be someone at the top? Someone not bound by a collar, or a leash?"
Nartaga quieted himself, thinking on this new bit of information. It wasn't that it was troubling, it was just surprising.
=Nartaga=
"Forgive me for once again prying. I suppose I have the unhealthy curiosity of a Jawa."
Nartaga uncapped the water bladder once more and took a gulp of the cool liquid within. He exhaled after he had swallowed.
=Nartaga=
"I was thinking moving as soon as daylight breaks we head for the Jundland Wastes. There we can hunt a giant Worrt to cut out its poison gland."
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Post by Atia on Mar 5, 2014 14:44:44 GMT -8
Six felt a bit guilty that she had dropped information, but... it felt good to talk it out with someone. Someone who didnt wear a collar. She felt trust towards Nartaga, and it was good to speak... she didnt know why. Gossip. It was gossip, something the Banshees had thought her. Who is with who, who emberressed herself, etc. It felt good speaking of this, even as she felt a little guilt.
-Six-
"All slaves. Collars and leash. A good master serves her slaves, the same was the slaves serve the master no? Only a slave can be a good master to slaves. Common servitude, we call it. Its a ... what is the word... ide-olo-gy. Ideology. I think at least. The one on the top owns us, we belong to her, but she also belongs to us, the connection is mutual. If we fail, so would she, so she is our slave. Its... complicated."
Hunting with a High Councilor. Long has this Sakkatt tusken gone from that little clan.
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