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Post by Atia on Apr 7, 2014 13:37:34 GMT -8
-Six-
"They contacted me from orbit. Shouldnt be long."
The strong spot of light came around the horizon moments later, and moved in an arch towards the two tusken and their well. The twin suns were reflected off the Ardent-class fast frigate "The Percey III" as it came in closer. The Imperial excellence slowed down way before it got close to the target location and as it lost altitude it seemed to take much care not to start any turbulance. Finally, it came in over Six and Nartaga, slowly very slowly moving into position. The tusken could see it from tip to end, all 400 meters of it as it hung in the air unmoving. As it came in, Six reached a hand out to Nartaga.
-Six-
"Grab my hand! It means you are with me!"
With her other hand, she reached into her backpack by her feet and pulled a smoke flare. Snapping off its tip, it started to disperse green smoke. By now the ship had stopped over them and they could feel its humming. The sound was steady but loud, vibrating sand, rock and inside Six even. A hangar door opened, and a platform started to lower from the ship. Slowly, slowly it made its way down, about 100 meters of cable on four ends of the platform.
Slowly, slowly it was lowered and finally, just before it landed the tusken could see what it had brought.
The speeder bike was leaned to a heap of boxes, military boxes containing weapons most likely. Sitting on the pile was a twi'lek. It might have been shocking to the Tusken that the twilek herself was wrapped in cloth, but not the rags of a tusken. Fine dark purple fiber, ribbed with tiny lines of black. The entire woman was wrapped in it, just like a tusken but her eyes. A white Twi'lek. Milk-white skin, brown eyes. As the platform hit the sands, she stood up and watched the two tusken. She was armed with a vibroblade strapped to her back and an E-11 blaster.
Finally, she jumped off the crate heap and walked over to the two awaiting. Six seemed to be unsure for a moment, but as the twilek came closer she nearly jumped out of her skin with exitement.
-Six-
"FOURTY TWO!"
She waved the smoke-flare wildly then threw it away and let go of Nartaga, putting herself between the old tusken and the Banshee.
-Six-
"Fourty two, this is Nartaga, an Elder of my People. Nartaga, this is Fourty Two. She was one of my teachers."
The twilek just stood a couple meters from nartaga, just watching the tusken. She seemed tense, ready to draw at any moment.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 7, 2014 18:14:25 GMT -8
Nartaga raised a hand to shield his goggled eyes from the twin suns as he arced his neck higher to look up further. Before long he saw the spotlight, a third sun in the sky, and then the ship. A big ship. Before he could respond Six had snatched his hand and was waving a green smoke flair around.
Nartaga watched as the final descent began, and then the platform lowering, ridden by a Twi'lek in the most ridiculously colored cloth. It had no camouflaging potential. It almost reminded him of a different Twi'lek he had met, years ago. When fire was in the sky, and soldiers ran the sands red with blood on the surface. And then a...picnic...of all things. He shook his head, dismissing the memory.
Nartaga stared back at the Twi'lek, unsure of how to greet her. He did not know how to take the word "Teacher." Finally, he decided on a simple bow. Dipping halfway down, and lifting his head to see the response, and speak.
-Nartaga-
"I am still many years from being an Elder. I am the High Councilor of the R'Crurak Clan. I assume you are the representative from the Banshee clan. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 5:37:55 GMT -8
42 nearly said "Oh, it speaks", but reason and minor diplomatic talent kept the words back. Instead she bowed back in the same manner Nartaga did.
-42-
"I am sorry High Councillor, I need to steal Six for a minute."
42 nodded towards the platform and ran off towards it, followed by six. They quickly dislodged the rope from the platform and the rope was pulled back in. The two banshees walked back to Nartaga. They seemed to be chatting as they returned. 42 was grabbing a large freezer box.
-Six-
"... They are leaving? I really hoped for a shower."
-42-
"I am sorry sister, the captain didnt want to stay, didnt really trust the..."
She looked at Nartaga
-42-
"... The weather. I will try to have something done about it next time."
42 waved towards the ship, and as it had pulled in the rope, it started to slowly move away. She then looked at Nartaga, measuring him from top to toe. She wasnt prepeared for someone this civilised.
-42-
"High Councilor Nartaga, I appologise for my lack of knowledge of your customs prematurely. I am just a slave girl from a far away world, not well versed in diplomacy or cultures. What I can offer, is cold beer."
42 put the freezerbox down and opened it. mist of cold was released and as the fog cleared iced beer was reviled. Also, now that she was closer the slaves collar was clear to see... because... her damned writer forgot it previously.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 5:55:11 GMT -8
Nartaga lifted his bow and spoke in response to the stealing of Six, momentarily of course. He understood the context, though if it had been another Tusken, they might have thought differently.
-Nartaga-
"Of course."
Nartaga narrowed his eyes, and though this could not be seen through his goggles, it could possibly be felt. The ship was just going to leave her here? Alone? He supposed Six was also here, and that each of these numbered people had adequate training, but Tatooine was not something to go about lightly. He eyed her collar as well, also unseen behind his goggles. Another slave. How many were there? Well, now at least forty two.
-Nartaga-
"Forgive me if I do not partake. Alcohol is a diuretic, and is highly dehydrating. I would rather remain sober for this trade...."
Nartaga had pulled out some medical knowledge he himself had forgotten he had learned. Was he just being too formal, still taking this as a meeting of two new and different cultures? He had expected a far more formal meeting, with well versed Outsiders. Why would they send someone who knew nothing about his people? Should they send the second most experienced, as Six was obviously the first, and was already here. Nartaga cleared his throat and spoke.
-Nartaga-
"I assume everything was satisfactory to your Masters about the trade. Would you like to inspect the well?"
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 6:12:37 GMT -8
-42-
"Inspect it?"
She pulled a beer from the box and snapped it open with a thumb.
-42-
"I have a small pump and a tank saying I need to do some excavation of it. Allthough nobody told me the volume. I am sorry High Councilor, I am a machinist. I can do stuff, if I am pointed in the right direction and given a general idea of what needs to be done, I do it."
Many amongst the Banshees had been gossiping about 42. She had skills none of them ever laid eyes upon, and thankfully the twilek was more then happy to share. What was an enigma is how a twilek female with her body and beauty was not confined to the dancing clubs, and instead was educated in doing work with heavy duty machines. There was a jar filled with candy back home on Juvex for anyone whom could find an answer to that, and wasnt a part of the team that saved her from her previous master.
-42-
"Its all up to this beauty here."
She laid an assuring hand on Sixs shoulder, and even trhough the mask everyone could see the young tusken was blushing. 42 pulled down the cloth from her face revealing it to be quite attractive. Then she emptied the can of beer in one pull, smashing the can and throwing it back into the box. Ended this with a loud belch. Six snickered. There seemed to be good relationship between the two.
Seemingly, 42 has taken up more then knowledge of machinery while being a slave.
-42-
"Gonna pull the machinery. Hopefully I am done soon. Lets see that well of yours, High Councilor."
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 6:40:25 GMT -8
Nartaga watched uneasily as Forty-two and Six seemed to get along fine. While it made him slightly less nervous at how well they got along, he was still uneasy about the meeting, and how it would go. Nodding at Forty-two's request to see the well Nartaga nodded and turned around, motioning for the Twi'lek to follow him.
-Nartaga-
"It has been in our territory for nearly four generations, and seen little widespread use. Only small scouting parties have patrols along this route. No excavation is necessary. Sonar scans from the pipe can reveal the size of the underground well."
Stopping close to where the beacon still was blinking away, Nartaga dropped to his knees in the sand and began digging with his hands. Finally it was apparent what he was looking for when he found it under a small mountain of sand; a round metal tube, covered with a metal cap seal. Taking out the two pins that held the cap and pipe together, Nartaga lifted the cap up. Even though it was deep underground, if one listened carefully, they could hear water echoing from the pipe. Nartaga gestured to the pipe.
-Nartaga-
"Care for a taste of the finest water Tatooine has to offer?"
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 7:04:27 GMT -8
42 was already grabbing the second beer as Nartaga got the well excavated. She looked at the well with distrust. She was one of the few well educated banshees, and she had a fear for not yet categorised and analysed germs. Tatooine was still a scavengers and explorers paradise, that included science. She shook her head.
-42-
"If you dont mind, I will just pump it up. I am... on a... can diet."
She smiled warmly and wicked the can in her hand.
-42-
"So... Six darlin, whats the count?"
-Six-
"I have manadged to sell 16 on promises. I got some personal things and weapons in exchange. I havent actually been able to detail the water amount because..."
It was apearent on six that she got tense there. As if she had neglected something important and someone who know tusken well could see it on her stature. The Twileks frown added to it.
-Six-
"I didnt really know how much weapons you would bring."
-42-
"I bought six boxes of desert modified E-11 blasters, that is 36, One box of cleaning kits, Twenty all in all, and two boxes of energy cells, one hundred cells total. A couple personal items for you, the speederbike for me, a pump witch I kinda plan on leaving behind and the tank."
They both looked at Nartaga. It was time to loose some of that precious water tatooine has to offer. Finally Six asked the question.
-Six-
"Nartaga, how much water would you say is fair trade for the times brought to you?"
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 7:54:11 GMT -8
Nartaga brought his hand to his chin and did some math in his head. Not his strong suit, but he could do simple multiplication and addition. After several moments he spoke.
-Nartaga-
"Based on the numbers we agreed on a few days ago, that would be a little over five hundred gallons for everything. Minus the sixteen that individuals are buying themselves that would be...four hundred. We also have a Worrt Venom gland, still full with venom. Don't take this as me trying to get the best price, but it is very valuable as both a weapon, and as Six has told me, to make antivenoms. A single drop can kill a full grown Bantha. I would say it is worth..."
Nartaga fell silent for several more moments.
-Nartaga-
"...One hundred and fifty gallons. That would bring the total to about two hundred and fifty gallons. I hope this is acceptable, but if not I can keep the gland for use with our Sentries' weapons."
Nartaga was unsure how Forty Two would take the number. He was not intentionally playing hard ball, nor was he trying to rip off the Banshee clan, but he was also not trying to get ripped off himself.
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 8:11:02 GMT -8
42 looked at nartaga, then Six. Then back at the heap of weapons. Under it, the tank in special. She was in a rather bad seat here. Also, her eyes went wide when she heard about the poison gland.
-42-
"I knew there was a reason I brought an icebox. I must admit, I am at a loss here. I only brought a two hundred gallon tank. If we can chalk the fifty gallons up for credit, I am more then happy to see this trade go through."
Six nodded, finally being done with the first trade negotiations. This was it then.
-42-
"Now that I think of it, you might help me, in exchange for that fifty gallons. I need information on how to easily get to Mos Eisley. I dont think other of your kind would just let me pass... if you could provide me with a rout thats most safe, I would say we are square."
There was a reason 42 was left here with a speederbike. The bike had a prototype modification. When Q and his team heard the banshees were operating on tatooine he was eager to get this little baby to the sandy planet for testing. It was made for long range transportation, with sun panels and low energy useage, but it needed to be tested. With the satelites in orbit, and the Percey III staying in orbit, this planet was a perfect test site.
Not to mention, they could put a sleeper agent in mos Eisley.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 8:52:16 GMT -8
Nartaga smiled to himself at the successful trade. He felt good about this. While they were also gaining weapons to help better defend themselves, he was now also given the opportunity to start making new allies by aiding Forty Two. He knew that this would be beneficial for any future for any future negotiations. It was always good to be friendly and helpful to representatives of other groups.
Nartaga held up a finger, the universal sign for "wait a moment," and went back to his Bantha, getting a map, and then to the Elder's Bantha, which Six had been riding on, and took the cloth wrapped Worrt Gland from the saddle bag. He walked back over and held out the gland. Once it was taken he opened up the map and pointed to a blue dot on it.
-Nartaga-
"We are here. At this well. Anchorhead is the closest city, far north, along this line."
Nartaga traced his finger along a green line from the well to the Tusken symbol for Outsider. He tapped the symbol, then continued along the same green line, going north from Anchorhead. There were also red, black, yellow, and orange lines going off into other directions, splitting off into one or several of the other colors. Still, he traced the green line.
-Nartaga-
"Follow the path through the valley, until you come to this fork."
Nartaga finger stopped on a fork in the valley heading north.
-Nartaga-
"There is a trail that should be able to fit your speeder going up onto the mountains, and lead into the flats. After that its a simple straight shot to Mos Eisley. Just watch out for Krayts and other Tuskens. R'Crurak territory doesn't reach past Anchorhead, and we don't know when patrols are sent out in the area between Anchorhead and Mos Eisley. It's the safest route available."
Nartaga rolled up the map and put it into a pocket in his robes.
-Nartaga-
"I also wouldn't stop. If you get caught alone at night and an enemy patrol comes across you, they will attack. Not to say you can't handle yourself, but you'd be fighting Tuskens in their own territory."
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 9:29:19 GMT -8
42 pulled a datapad from her belt and got up the map herself, a geographic satelite positioning sistem OS blinked up and showed the position of the beacon, witch was blinking about two meters from her. Pulling a pen out of the datapad, she lisened intently and tried to copy the lines Nartaga was showing. Even worse, she seemed to blink a couple of times rapidly, as if she got something in her eye. This might be usual for outsiders, but it had a meaning. Not all, but many Banshees carve out their eyes during training. It is a way to conquer their limits in pain and loss, and those that have done this are highly respected. Instead of their real right eye, they recieve a cybernetic eye that can take pictures.
And this Banshee just got her hands on a military map of this region. It might be useful some day.
Six herself just watched how her worlds colided and seemed to get well along. Nartaga, symbolising her Tusken self was seemingly eager to help, while 42 was a "down to earth slave gal" as she usually said. Six was just happy that it was 42 that came. There were many others that would force Nartaga to lick their boots before letting him talk. She silently thanked the Mistress for her forsight, and stepped up behind them.
-42-
"I dont plan on stoppin', Your highness. Its a long ride, and I dont wish to be a stationary target. I have heard enough about your peeps accuracy with one of those ballistic rifles you love so much. Thank you, High Councilor Nartaga, this helps a lot."
-Six-
"When are you leaving, sister?"
-42-
"As soon as I can. But I dont think I will get on soon, the ship meteorologist reported a sand storm coming this way, and it will take time to get 200 gallons of water through that pipe. If the councillor doesnt mind babysitting two lowly slave gals, I wouldnt mind the protection until its gone."
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 16:59:38 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded, though he was confused about the "your highness" comment at first. Looking at the twin suns, and then to horizon in the direction he had predicted the sandstorm, he shrugged.
-Nartaga-
"I do not mind staying longer. It will give us more chance to talk. I assume you are capable of speaking for your masters? At least enough to begin talks of future trade deals, or possibly becoming allies."
Nartaga walked back over his Bantha and unpacked a small cooking pot and a pouch with some dried dewback meat, hubba gourd, and hubba bread. Going back to the fire he dug his Gaderffii's straight end into the sand, and hung the pot on the angled end so it would head up over the fire. Putting water, and the dewback meat into the pot, he then used his knife to slice a hubba gourd in his hand and let the pieces fall into the pot. He then stirred it with the same knife and then put the metal top back on the the pot.
-Nartaga-
"It is always better to talk over a nice meal. I am sure even Outsiders believe this to be true. We are relatively safe here. We are on the edge of R'Crurak territory, but none of the other clans are stupid enough to attack one of our larger wells. They know better from the result of the Civil War."
Nartaga sat down in the sand and nibbled on a piece of hubba bread. He gestured to the sand beside him, as well as the sack with a few more pieces of dried meat and bread in it.
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Post by Atia on Apr 8, 2014 19:24:36 GMT -8
-42-
"As I said before, I am marely a mechanic. Talk to her sandpeapleness over here, she is the boss."
She emptied the second can and went off to set up the pump and the tank. While Nartaga made food, Six and Fourty Two rigged the tank to the speeder bike, pulled it to the well and attached the pump. They spoke a different language while they worked. The native language of twi'leks. Six herself was not well versed but she understood most of it, and could at least converse at a basic level. They spoke of Juvex, and the Crucible. Who is doing what, what is going on at home, who has set new records in combat simulation, knowledge tests, service production. What insane inventions Q and his underlings are thretening the world with. They discussed Dianas capture briefly, and finally, the Batemans. They sometimes spoke in serious silence, and sometimes laughed at an inside joke.
Six was first to return to Nartaga, and she helped with the cooking untill 42 joined them. She had a dufflebag with her, one she had hidden away from both tusken. She laid it down.
-42-
"I will set up a sensor just in case. My presence might just bring trouble. Trouble I dont wish either of us."
-Six-
"My sister just told me of the bike. It is a prototype, a... one of a kind. She will test it here in the desert. It is supposed to recharge energy cells while in operation. One can change the cells in transit, without stopping, and even use the cells in rifles and for cooking and other things. And its powered by a..."
42 looked at Six sharply and that stopped her excitement at once. Six looked down on her food and didnt continue. 42-s task with the bike was twofold. Use Six to drop the hint on what it is and what it can do, and then act as if the tusken shouldnt know about it. Her task here was to sell future bikes. Testing it was only a plus. In truth, she was Sixs handler, her manipulator, her holder of strings. She didnt like the job, because she liked Six in perticular (most banshees did) but she didnt really have a choice.
42 opened a new beer and took a nourishment stick to dip in it.
-42-
"I am happy to hear you keep your peace with fear and respect, rather then brute force. To say the truth, I didnt believe we would be talking... like this. I see you are eager to get business done, so lets get the boring shit out of the way so we can have some fun."
42 nodded at Six.
-Six-
"You wish for an alliance, Nartaga? Even though you know the Banshee clan is not... whats the word... morally parallel with your path?"
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 8, 2014 20:02:05 GMT -8
Nartaga looked to Six as Fourty Two said her species in an almost sarcastic manner. He did not understand it at all. Still, he acted as if he did, and while he tried to force a chuckle, it just sounded like he was clearing his throat. He watched them as they worked, feeling leftout, but knowing he was not a part of their group, and accepting that. Six had been away from her clan for nearly a week. On Tatooine that could feel like an eternity. At least she fit in with these people.
As Six spoke of the bike he listened. He was no Engineer, but he knew about solar power and its uses. At least that is what this system sounded like to him. the R'Crurak made use of several solar panels on the mountains and funneled the energy down to the Enclave to power their cannons, as well as lights and the pumps for the wells.
-Nartaga-
"We know of solar power. We make use of it to power some of our own technology. Is it similar?"
Before Six could answer she was cut off by a look from Forty Two. He looked from Six to Forty Two back to Six, unsure of how to continue. Finally Forty Two broke the awkward silence. Nartaga nodded in agreement.
-Nartaga-
"It is effective, but I would much rather just have their respect. Fear can only help you so far before it turns in on itself. It is what originally caused the recent Civil War among my people. Sith from another world planted seeds of fear and hatred among the R'Crurak's rival clans, and that fear gave rise to War, which in turn led to more fear after the War was ended. They are scared of us, of what we are capable of doing, but how long before they decide to attack again. Talks for a permanent peace have started but...."Nartaga sighed...."They are long and we get nowhere often."
Nartaga looked at the stew, trying to think of the right words for a moment.
-Nartaga-
"One does not have to agree with another to know they are better to help than harm, and accept them how they are. The R'Crurak are peaceful, but we are not afraid to go to war if the cause is right. Slavery is against our beliefs, but I've been to other worlds. Outsiders are...."
Nartaga paused, once again trying to find the right word. Finally he thought of one that summed it up.
-Nartaga-
"...Different. You have different beliefs, different cultures, and do things differently than us. Not all Tuskens are as against slavery as we are, but we are...older? It's difficult to explain. The R'Crurak clan is one of the oldest clans on Tatooine. We can date our history back to the time before Outsiders invaded our homes and killed our children. We still know stories of the Dark Ones. We know of the mistakes of our Ancestors and have tried to learn from them....I believe the saying is to not let history repeat itself?"
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Post by Atia on Apr 9, 2014 4:00:49 GMT -8
Six was quick to pitch in. 42 seemed to have a problem with history.
-Six-
"Nartaga means the ancestors that lived on this planet before it was a desert. It was a lush world, much like our home. Filled with people and cities, untill they were wiped out, and the planet was turned into what you see today."
-42-
"That... eh... Sucks. My condolences... I think."
A bit of silence followed, 42 broke it.
-42-
"I will take your wishes to the higher ups. Hopefully they will send either orders or someone to negotiate in person. Now that we know you can be... you know... talked with."
She smiled an awkward smile.
-42-
"What I can say is that the next shipment of items may come in a week, maximum two. Depends if the ship is needed somewhere. So, if there isnt anything else... what do you sand people do for fun around here?"
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 9, 2014 7:12:39 GMT -8
All Nartaga did in response was nod. There was not much else to say. He racked his brain for something that an Outsider might deem "fun."
-Nartaga-
"Fun? Hmmmmm...."
Nartaga was quiet for almost several minutes before finally speaking again.
-Nartaga-
"If we were back at the Enclave a celebration could be arranged. Tusken parties can get pretty wild. Especially when natural born Tuskens get their hands on some sugar."
Nartaga was of course speaking of the intoxicating effect sugar had on Tuskens. Since he was born human, it did not have much effect besides a little extra energy. But others, things could get easily out of hand.
-Nartaga-
"There is not much to do out here in the Dune Sea besides rest, eat, or hunt. We have food, so hunting would be a waste. And speaking of food....."
Nartaga took off the metal top of the stew pot. The water had become a dark brown broth from the dried dewback meat. The sliced hubba gourd had expanded slightly from absorbing the water and meat juices. Stirring it with his knife, Nartaga nodded and procured three metal cups. He distributed them to Six and Forty Two, waiting for the two females, as well as representatives of another group, to help themselves first. Let it not be said Tuskens had no manners.
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Post by Atia on Apr 9, 2014 9:14:02 GMT -8
The twilek slave nearly spit beer as she quenched a laughter at the mention of sugar. Six seemed to try to turn invisible without her stealth belt. WHen 42 finally came to, she explained.
-42-
"We pranked our little special sister once. Gave her muffins and claimed it was bread. I swear, she was howling at the moon all night, and laid sick for two days."
She snickered. This was a usual occurrence between the banshees. Women locked in a training facility ever encouraged to test each other also came up with funny or cruel pranks. The prank on Six was a mixjure of both. THe poor girl seemed drunk and high at the same time, talked in tusken and started hunting the Sisters that had pranked her. It ended up in a game of tag all across the Crucible halls filled with laughter and play.
Then, for two days those who came up with the prank had to keep the Gamorrean latrines clean, and care for the hung over Tusken who thought she was dieing. It was a sour-sweet memory for both, since 42 was one of the ringleaders.
-42-
"How are the sand storms here on tatooine? Can one walk in them, or will it gobble one up like sandpaper?"
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 9, 2014 10:03:03 GMT -8
Nartaga smiled beneath his mask and looked over to Six, who seemed to be trying to shrink away from the story. He remembered his first experience with sugar. It was sweet, but had none of the inebriating effects as it did with born Tuskens, as he was a human. Still, it also brought up the memory of his first experience with alcohol, and the wild night that had happened. To this day he could not remember how he had managed to get a speeder attached to the back of a Bantha and ride it.
Nartaga shrugged at the mention of sandstorms.
-Nartaga-
"We are nearing the end of sandstorm season here, so this one should not be too bad. It would still be unwise to walk through unprotected. The high speed sand can blast your skin raw, and get into your lungs. You can cut open a womprat caught in one after it is done and take out handful of sand from its innards. A horrible way to die."
Nartaga thought of his Rite of Passage, where he had been out in the Dunes for three weeks, and a sandstorm had come through. He had gone out the next day and found a dewback who had been caught out of its cave nest and choked and suffocated on the sand.
-Nartaga-
"Still it is better than the thousand year digestion of the sarlaac."
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Post by Atia on Apr 16, 2014 0:50:31 GMT -8
42 shrugged.
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"I never really believed in that. How can one live hundred times longer while being digested? Doesnt make sense, and to lay lady thruth at your feet, I dont really want to find out."
The wind took up, night was falling, and the sand storm was visible on the horison.
-Six-
"I will get my tent."
Six walked off for the elders bantha. 42 and Nartaga were alone.
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"You know that if something happens with our beloved little sister, we will come back. In numbers. Just so you know it, High Councilor Nartaga of the Sand People. She is a faviorite of our mistress, and us too. Mine especially. I was number Six before she got her name, and I gave it up willingly, maybe loosing all my chances of a true name. Just so you know how much I love that girl."
Her tone was serious, the protective tone of an older sister looking out for the family cub.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 16, 2014 12:57:01 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded his head.
-Nartaga-
"It does seem real, but we live in a Universe where the most wondrous and horrific things are real."
Nartaga listened to the threat carefully. Forty-two treated Six like family. He could respect that. He nodded again.
-Nartaga-
"I will do my best to keep her safe, but Tatooine is not exactly a friendly place. I cannot give a guarantee, but I give you my oath to protect her with my life."
Nartaga looked over to Six, who was still unpacking her tent. Turning his gaze back to Forty Two he dipped a cup into the stew and sipped some.
-Nartaga-
"Who exactly is your mistress? Six has avoided the answer. I assume that the Banshee clan is only a specialized group. Who are the real people behind the interest in mine?"
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