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Post by Shaman Chill on Apr 21, 2013 11:18:36 GMT -8
The Sand People Enclave was a location in the Northern Dune Sea, far beyond Beggar's Canyon and Mos Espa. It was home to a large clan of Tusken Raiders and served as the Tatooine natives' equivalent to a city, though it was still small when compared to other Tatooine cities. The enclave served as a hub of trade among the sand people, protected by walls of stone and nestled between two twin mountains.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 21, 2013 14:43:59 GMT -8
Nartaga awoke and sat up quickly. Anara put her hand on his shoulder and tried to pull him back down. It had been a regular occurrence lately; the nightmares. For some reason he could not shake them. Nartaga slowly layed back down next to Anara and sighed as she crept closer to him and layed her head on his chest, and listened to his heart. He put his gloved hand on her head and stroked her hair.
-Nartaga-
"How did I ever find someone like you? So unafraid of the unknown, of a people you've been told are barbarians."
Anara looked up at Nartaga and looked through his goggles to his eyes. She layed her head back down and sighed with content.
-Anara-
"It's easy to be scared of things you know nothing of, but once you get to know them...you start to like them. I like the unknown. Besides....I'd be dead if you hadn't been in the desert in that exact place...at that exact time....I'm a lucky girl....."
Nartaga breathed deeply and closed his eyes, and soon fell back asleep and began dreaming of the desert. He saw a fireball falling through the sky, and he tightened his grip on the reigns of his Bantha and let out a yell. His Bantha immediately gained speed, heading towards the same direction as the crashing ship was going down. A few minutes later a large impact rattled the rocks around him, and he slowed down. No one could have survived that. Nartaga reached out with his minds and searched the wreckage. There was someone there, barely alive.....Perhaps.....Nartaga's Bantha re-continued its gallop through the sand and soon came upon the wreckage. What had been a fine ship was now melted metal scrap. Nartaga climbed off his Bantha and sent it to a safe place to hide for now, in case anything hostile came...or was already here. Nartaga began searching the wreckage, Cycler rifle in one hand while his Gaderffii was slung across his back. He searched for the life sign he had felt earlier, but it was quickly going dark. He began his chants and began moving the largest of the wreckage away from the life source. He soon was sweating profusely but was making progress when all of a sudden he was slammed into the sand, and hit his head on a chunk of metal. Groggily he stood back up only to once again be tackled, only this time on his back. His vision blurred, he grabbed at the throat of his attacker, and when his eyes focused he found himself staring at the face of a very hungry womp rat.
He punched the creature several times, dazing it, and sent the creature flying with the Force. It hit the ground and ran off. Nartaga knew there would be more. He had to find the survivor. His chants bounced off the metal debris and echoed throughout the dunes as he ripped the durasteel apart to create an opening to what remained of the cockpit. Slowly he made his way through, until he heard the moan. He stopped and then suddenly started running towards the noise, and lifted the wreckage up and let out a sigh of relief. It was a woman, with dark hair, and pale skin. He frowned and slowly pulled her out from the wreckage and looked for wounds. Broken bones, obviously, but there was a possibility for internal bleeding. He remembered an incident of his own with ships crashing. He had to get her back to the Enclave. He picked her up carefully and began walking out, and whistled to his Bantha. It wasn't five minutes later before he saw the pack of dark furred creatures scurrying towards them. His mind went black.
It was a few days later. He was sitting next to the sleeping Outsider he had rescued. He looked down at himself. His arm was in a sling, with a bloody bandage wrap covering what was more than likely a bite wound from a womp rat. His robes were new but still seemed old. The Elder put his hand on Nartaga good shoulder.
-Elder in Tusken-
"You need to rest Nartaga. Its been three days. She is still in a coma. Our healers are doing what they can. She will live. And she will be thankful and then leave, just like they always do."
Nartaga chuckled and nodded in agreement. This wasn't the first Outsider he had rescued from a ship crashing. It certainly wouldn't be the last.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"I suppose you are right, Elder....I still wish to be here when she wakes up. I feel responsible."
The Elder bowed his head with an unseen smile and walked out. Nartaga's mind went dark again and went forward another few days. He was once again sitting next to the Outsider. He could feel her energy getting stronger. She was doing well, for being in a coma this long despite the healing arts of the Shamans. Nartaga had decided to add his own energy in as well. He looked at the wrappings around where her eyes should be, but there were none. He knew of their species, but could not recall the name. He layed his good hand down on her head and began letting his energy flow through her, attempting to wake her. Words formed in his mind as his thoughts touched hers, but many were not comprehensible. They shrank back at his mind's touch and ran away. Her mind grew darker. He began focusing his mind, his energy, and a bright blue light ignited in her mind. He could see...he didn't even know what he was looking at. It was him, but it was....different.....The vision was suddenly ripped from his mind and he was on his back outside the hut. He gasped for air and slowly stood up, and the door slammed shut. He chuckled and walked back towards the hut. Everything went dark again.
Nartaga gulped down some cool water, sitting next to Anara, who he had come to know over the past two weeks. It had taken time, but she had finally let him back into the hut to give her some food. She was filled with disbelief, as Tuskens were not known for their hospitality.
-Anara-
"Miraluka."
-Nartaga-
"Yes. I'm sorry, I was just curious. We do not have many visitors as of late. Outsiders stay away from the Dunes."
-Anara-
"Well I wasn't out for a stroll when you found me, you know."
They both chuckled. Everything went dark again, and Nartaga sat up quickly again. Anara sat on his lap and layed him down.
-Anara-
"If you do not stay asleep for more than an hour, I am going to hurt you."
-Nartaga-
"I bet."
Nartaga chuckled and soon enough went back to sleep. Anara wrapped her arms around his covered neck and put her face next to his, but did not go back to sleep for the rest of that night. She could sense his dreams. While they were good on the outside, she could sense the darker ones, the ones that kept waking him. She smiled and touched her mind to his, and kept guard in his mind against the dark thoughts. She had never come across someone who's mind was such turmoil.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 23, 2013 8:46:02 GMT -8
Nartaga awoke that morning feeling, if not well rested, as least rested enough to start the day. Anara was already out of bed and moving about the hut. He sat up and yawned. It seemed odd because of the mask, though.
-Nartaga-
"How did you sleep last night, Anara?"
-Anara-
"Not as well as you did. You kept waking up, the dreams again. Do you remember any of them?"
Nartaga put his hand to the back of his head and tried to remember anything from last night. He remembered a few images of the past few weeks, but nothing else. He shook his head in answer.
-Nartaga-
"No. I don't. Perhaps you could tell me, since you seem to have a gift with that sort of things?"
Anara walked over to Nartaga and sat down next to him. She placed her hand on his and squeezed lightly, smiling slightly.
-Anara-
"It's a skill, something I learned. The Force can do wondrous things once you learn to use it."
Nartaga looked down at their hands. His wrapped in the traditional garb of his culture while hers was bare and still somehow pale despite weeks on the desert planet. He looked up to where her eyes should be and smiled to himself. He wondered if she could see through his mask, with her special sight. She smiled in turn and this only made him feel embarrassed and he looked down again. Anara squeezed his hand more tightly and then stood up, dragging him up with her.
-Anara-
"No moping in bed today, High Councilor. There is work to be done. The Treaty is not going to hammered into existence without you. But first, eat."
On the table were two plates, one for Nartaga and one for Anara. On them were what appeared to be scrambled eggs and bread, of what type of eggs Nartaga could not tell. Sitting cross legged at the table the two ate quietly, stealing glances at each other occasionally. But soon the meal was finished and Nartaga stood up, and made sure there were no egg remains on his robes. Anara stood up and had a look of sadness on her face. She approached Nartaga and right when he was about to offer his arm in a traditional Tusken farewell when Anara grabbed him and wrapped her arms around him tightly in a hug. He stood there, his arms spread out, and slowly came back to reality and completed the embrace with his own arms. Anara pulled her face back and looked him in the face, and tapped her forehead to his.
-Anara-
"Do not let the other Chieftain's throw you off balance. Be strong for your people, Nartaga. Remember that they need the Treaty more than the R'Crurak do. You have all the cards, but they will try to use them against you."
It took Nartaga a moment to understand the wisdom in that saying and nodded understandingly. And then...he left. Nartaga walked slowly to the Great Hall, where the meeting of the Chieftains of every major clan or tribe was being held. The Enclave was filled with many strangers, but they were all family in some way, connected by the bonds of kinship brought about my living on the same planet for thousands upon thousands of years. There was even an envoy of Jawas that had come to reach a trade agreement in light of the peaceful Tusken nation of sorts that was beginning to form. If only a deal could be made.*
*Nartaga looked at the two large stone doors of the Great Hall, carved with the history of the Enclave, and the R'Crurak clan itself, and opened them, going into the building and beginning the negotiations.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 23, 2013 12:44:19 GMT -8
-Chieftain in Tusken-
"I refuse to be bullied into giving up the leadership of my clan! Your clan is nothing but a bunch of Outsider-lovers who would see all our land lost to those...those....infidels! They have no respect for Tatooine, and you expect us to be at peace with them!?"
The Chieftain slammed his fist on the stone table for good measure, causing several other representatives of other clans and tribes to stand up. Nartaga stood up and put both hand on the table and yelled to get everyone's attention. Everyone but him soon sat back down and listened to what the High Councilor had to say.
-Nartaga in Tusken-
"This has nothing to do with Outsiders! It has to do with being united for the betterment of all Tuskens, not just R'Crurak. You do not have to forfeit your leadership at all. What the Treaty states is that with its signing acts of aggression towards the clans and tribes that are protected in the agreement, as well as the Kkak and Meeknu Jawa clans that have sought to establish trade with us. We all reap the benefits. All we ask is that we are put under a single banner, for the good of all of us."
Side chatter immediately started between all of the representatives. Even the Jawas were excited, or at least Nartaga assumed that what he smelled was excitement. The Elder nodded to Nartaga, and the High Councilor sat down, and the Elder stood up next. The table went dead quiet. Everyone knew of the power of the Ancient Shaman, and few would dare to cross his path, if one valued their life.
-The Elder in Tusken-
"I have lived on Tatooine for many long years, and I can speak with more experience than all of you combined when I say that the Outsiders are no threat to us unless we make them one. If it is your goal to retake Tatooine, then let us do it together! Brothers! Divided it has been proven, over countless generations, that we are weak. Together we are strong, and can accomplish that very task. But we cannot simple...kick the Outsiders off the planet. We must.....tolerate them."
An uproar among many of the Chieftains began. The Elder shook his head as if he were looking at a little Uli-Ah and banged the tip of his staff on the floor. The air grew cold and a gust of wind blew in the closed off room. Everything was still and quiet.
-The Elder in Tusken-
"Well we can't just get rid of them. We want to be accepted in the Universe as friends, not as the barbarians they judge us as now! We want prosperity, for your children to have a home where they can play without fear of dying the next day!"
That message seemed to hit home for many of the representatives, including the Jawas. One by one the representatives signed the Treaty with their clan's seal, or symbol. Many dated back to ancient Kumumgah times, including the R'Crurak's own. Nartaga looked at the Elder and bowed his head in respect, and the Elder returned the gesture. After the official signing the feast began, in celebration of the newborn alliance. It didn't take long for Nartaga to slip away from the intoxicated party and go home. It had taken many more hours to hammer out the finer details but the Twin Suns Alliance was finally a reality. Nartaga opened the door only to be tackled by the Miraluka woman named Anara that was currently living with him. His back hit the floor and she hugged him furiously.
-Anara-
"I heard the good news a few hours ago! I knew you could pull it off!"
Nartaga slowly got back up, Miraluka and all, closed the door and went over to his bed and laid down. She looked up to him and they touched their foreheads together, and Nartaga began stroking her hair when she layed her head on his shoulder.
-Nartaga-
"The Elder helped convince them for the most part. He is very influential, even among other clans."
-Anara-
"That is because he is feared. I've heard the rumors of his longevity. Some say he died and came back from the Netherworld. I believe it. I can see the power emanating from his being. What worries me is that most of it is dormant. He keeps it hidden."
Nartaga slowly sat up once Anara released her iron grip on him and looked down at her as she layed on the bed and looked back up at him.
-Nartaga-
"He is feared because they do not understand him like I do. He is just a very old, very powerful Shaman. If he is more, than I am glad that he is on our side. All that matters is that the Alliance is made, and we can move on."
Nartaga took off his outer robe and tossed it across the room. Beneath was a lighter robe, and more of his wrappings were now visible. He layed back down and Anara and his hands grabbed each other and held each other strongly.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 25, 2013 11:11:08 GMT -8
Nartaga woke up early the next morning. He had spoken to some of the Jawas and they had seem interested when he had mentioned to them the large pile of scrap on the plateau. In their inebriated state they had tried to stumble around to get there but had passed out soon after. Nartaga left a note on the Chieftain's person and had left. When they met the following morning at the base of the path to the plateau the Jawas were eager to reach the spoils that the Tuskens have been hiding in their secret home.
After the long march up to the plateau, led by Nartaga. The Jawas following him were amazed at the wrecked ships the R'Crurak clan had in their possession all this time. The Jawas started to run towards the dream come true but were stopped by Nartaga. He gestured towards a mostly intact Nu-class attack shuttle. The Jawas looked over the outside of the craft with greedy eyes.
-Nartaga in Jawaese-
"Can you fix it?"
-Jawa Chieftain in Jawaese-
"We can fix anything, High Councilor! For a price....."
Nartaga gestured at the surrounding junk and the Jawa dove in. Nartaga looked over at several Tusken engineers who shook their heads. They would spend the next few hours ensuring the Jawas did not rub them blind. Nartaga apologized and then went off back down to the lower part of the Enclave, walking around.
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Post by Malystrix on Apr 25, 2013 19:24:14 GMT -8
Sand shifted beneath the warrior's feet as he marched through the blasted wasteland that was Tatooine. Above him, twin suns wrought their fury, and stretched out before him for what seemed to be eternity, the desert. Barren, lifeless. For the first time in his life, Malystrix felt blind. The world was empty of its familiar vibrant auras; here there were only the empty, sweeping currents of the force, riding through this forgotten place with the howling wind.
Sweat trickled down his back as the warrior paused to rest, sinking into a crouch at the peak of a high dune. His long hair, the color of the raven's wing, was pulled back and bound with a leather thong, his empty sockets concealed with a piece of cloth tied like a blindfold. He was clad in his usual leather breastplate, pauldrons, boots, and gauntlets, and the sash tied about his waist held Reikon, his blade. Besides the water skin bound to his sash on the opposite hip, the blade was the only thing Malystrix had chosen to bring into the desert with him.
But why had he chosen to come into this desert at all? Simple. He had sensed, for the briefest of moments, one of his kin. It was the closest thing to a vision the Miraluka had ever experienced; it had been a premonition. A glimpse of the future, and so much more. It had been a sign from the force itself- an offer to gift the warrior with a purpose again. He was sure of it, he felt it in his soul and his heart and his bones.
No matter what, he couldn't let this chance slip past him.
Collecting himself, the warrior rose to a standing position and opened himself to the force, becoming its conduit as he let his senses expand. Searching, questing, desperately.
And then, like a beacon on the horizon...
Malystrix turned to the West, and started marching again, his steady, even stride carrying him toward the Sand People Enclave, and his fate.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 26, 2013 11:59:57 GMT -8
The R'Crurak Sentries were in the middle of changing shifts when Malystrix would have first been spotted at maximum distance. It took a few extra minutes for the Sentries to spot the Miraluka, and by that time he was a lot closer. Looking through a pair of binoculars, they watched the lone man walk through the Dunes, continuously towards the Enclave. Several of the Sentries raised their Cycler rifles in preparation, and the Enclave's laser turrets were turned on. It was mostly just to scare anyone who had just happened one of the most heavily guarded places on Tatooine by accident. Others began yelling at the stranger in their native tongue. Needless to say all the commotion drew the attention of Nartaga, who was just a short walk from the wall enclosing the Enclave within the valley between two mountains. He walked up the steps and onto the wall and borrowed a Sentry's binoculars to see what was causing so much commotion. He laughed almost a bit nervously when he saw what appeared to be another Miraluka, walking towards him, with nothing towards a knife.
So Nartaga decided to wheel out the welcoming mat. He was unsure what that phrase meant exactly but Anara had used it a few times and it seemed to fit. With a spinning motion with his finger in the air the laser turrets were powered down, and only a few of the Tuskens kept their Cycler rifles ready to fire. The gate operator saw the signal and activated the engine that opened the giant stone and metal gates to the Enclave, only slightly, since it was only one man coming in. Nartaga waited right through the gate.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 26, 2013 12:39:56 GMT -8
The sound of a ship coming towards the enclave is all that would be heard first but then after a minute the black shape of a YT-1930 could be seen flying over the enclave and in the cockpit was Anven Firestar an old friend of Nartaga. Anven at first as he flew over the enclave had checked out the plateau that he would of usually tried to land his ship on but it seemed it had become a bit crowded there and there were even Jawas there rummaging through scrap. He just sighed as that would probably be the best place to land his ship for if there were Jawas around and he landed outside of the enclave he may not have a ship when he decided it was time to leave. So he first made one pass over the enclave and then turned around coming back but this time slowing down as he neared the plateau and once he was over the open space that he could possibly land on he would slowly lower the ship down extending the landing gear as he did and eventually his ship would come to a rest perfectly and probably taking up the rest of the space on the plateau.
Once he was safely down Anven would begin to cut the power to the engines and shut down the ship's systems when this was all done he would get up from the and walk out of the cockpit. He would first stop in the lounge like area of his ship to grab his cloak and throw that over his armor and then he would also grab his greatsword and place that onto his back. Once he was sure he had all his weapons and everything he would proceed to the landing ramp which would already be lowering for him. He would slowly walk down the ramp and out onto the plateau expecting Jawas to be eyeing his ship as he did since he knew how much they liked technology so when he made it to the bottom of the ramp he would just stare in their direction for a minute before continue on his way. Anven would begin to make his way down from the plateau heading down into the main part of the enclave in search of his old friend Nartaga and who knows what then maybe toss him around for fun then again he felt a little to lazy for that at the moment.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 26, 2013 13:59:53 GMT -8
"You come at an opportune time, Anven Firestar..."
A gust blew sand up, obscuring vision for a moment, but when it calmed the Elder stood in front of the younger man, leaning heavily on his staff, as usual. The Elder advanced Anven with a friendly aura, and his mask almost seemed to show a smile, which it was more than likely hiding.
-The Elder-
"I am surprised to see you so soon, but better early than on time, I believe is a good saying....What made you want to make the trip out to this sector of the Galaxy? Looking for young Uli-Ah to swoop up and have join your Order of Shamans?"
The Elder chuckled, he was joking, but he was also probing Anven for reactions to his question.
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Post by Malystrix on Apr 26, 2013 14:22:45 GMT -8
Some relief made its way onto the warrior's normally grim countenance as his vision lit up with the life that filled the Enclave. Leather armor clanking, left hand resting easily atop the pommel of his katana, Malystrix approached the gate. With his sightless head bowed the warrior surveyed the sentries lining the walls, the rifles in their hands, the turrets interspersed between them. This was a fortress, then. A formidable one, too. He knew nothing of the Sand People, had never seen one in person, but he picked out the details of their forms through the force. For now, he neglected to put forth the effort that studying them in detail would require.
With a dull roar, a freighter passed overhead. The warrior did not slow as the cloud of sand it raised engulfed him; when the air cleared, he was nearly to the gate. It creaked open, and without hesitation Malystrix stepped inside.
Confronted by the form of a Tusken- whom, in truth, he had seen before the gate had opened- the warrior stopped a few paces short of the cloth-wrapped native.
"There is another of my kind here," the warrior said, his voice even. "I would speak with her."
Malystrix's stoic demeanor was a facade. His heart hammered in his chest, and he found himself struggling not to push past the assembled Tuskens and go in search of the woman from his visions on his own. Somehow, she was pivotal to his destiny. In what way he did not know, but whatever the force had in store for him...it began with her.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 26, 2013 14:29:57 GMT -8
Anven stopped in his tracks as a gust of wind picked up for a moment blowing his cloak around slightly revealing the red armor beneath and blew dust around that obscured his vision but as he should of expected it had most likely been the doing of the great Tusken elder who was now mysteriously standing in front of him. Anven listened carefully to the elder as he began to speak smiling under his helmet at some of the things he had to say of course he had no idea what the elder meant by he came at an opportune time but he assumed it meant something was going on around the enclave. Finally when the elder had finished what he had been saying Anven took his helmet off it making a hissing sound as air was released from it he then held his helmet under his right arm as he looked at the elder.
Ah greetings Elder I must admit I do not know what you mean by an opportune time but I am glad I could be here at such a time I assume. I had simply came down as a regular visit to one of my many homes among the stars as I feel it being my responsibility as a member of the R'Crurak clan to return from time to time and though it was not my reason for coming here I think it would be a great honor to have any member of the clan join the Jensaarai. Also I do not come empty handed I have brought along with me metals I had scavenged up from a visit to Raxus Prime while I had been on a mission there for my order to try and look for valuable things that we could make use of I thought the R'Crurak clan could put them to better use then we could.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 26, 2013 14:49:19 GMT -8
Simple, straight to the point, but a bit rude, in Nartaga's opinion. Here he was hoping that this Miraluka had been sent to find Anara since her ship crashed, but he did not seem to be part of a rescue effort. At least not to Nartaga. He was suddenly wary whether or not this man had ill intentions to Anara. Better safe than sorry. He looked up and saw the freighter, but quickly shifted his attention back to Malystrix. Anven could wait a little more time. The Elder would see to him.*
*Anara sat up in the the bed, and looked down to the gate of the Enclave. Another Miraluka was here. She could not only sense it, but she could dimly see him from this distance. Definitely late for a rescue party, but not extremely late. She had no intention of leaving unless it was of utmost important, but this intrigued her. She could also see Nartaga's familiar force presence and smiled. He would take care of it, she was sure. If another Miraluka was here, he'd bring him to her momentarily. She stood up and began getting dressed in the sand colored robes that Nartaga had given her, to help her blend in a bit more. She didn't like the mask though, so she went with a simple hood.
-Nartaga-
"You don't come off as part of the rescue party? Can I ask why you wish to speak to her? And how you found the Enclave?"
The Elder walked closer to Anven, a little too close, and looked up to the taller man, his goggles staring into his eyes, if not his very soul. It was a usual occurrence that seemed to happen almost every time Anven spoke to the Elder. The Elder then turned and started walking towards the Shaman's huts. He gestured for Anven to follow, and after what was perhaps an awkward moment of catching up to the ancient Shaman, the Elder began speaking to Anven.
-The Elder-
"You have missed much. You do not come by enough. You're visits are becoming further and further apart. The Twins Suns Treaty has been signed, creating an Alliance between many prominent Tusken clans...and even two Jawa clans. We are making progress towards the peace we have been speaking of for so long."
The Elder stopped when they near the training area, where a small group of young Uli-Ah were lifting rocks, sitting cross legged in the sand, and uttering low chants.
-The Elder-
"You can have your pick, if you wish. They all have potential."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 27, 2013 4:47:14 GMT -8
As The eder stared up at Anven he just stared back as was all he could do even though he had at first used to find this a little odd the old Tusken just staring at him like that of course of the course of time he had gotten use to it and so now he could just stand there calmly as he was sure the old Tusekn was seeing everything that was going on in Anven's mind. Finally when he started to walk away and gestured for Anven to follow he id so but then came what he was mostly expecting from the Elder it sounded like he was at first in a bit of trouble for not nearly being around enough but then he got into explaining what had happened most recently. from what he could remember he had only ever heard of this treaty they had long dreamed about making and to find that it had finally been signed showed he had been gone for some time it made him think that perhaps the Elder was right he didn't visit nearly enough.
When they finally stopped Anven saw the Elder had led him to a training ground of some sort where young ones were practicing lifting rocks it was an amusing sight at first as he remembered this how much how he had first learned to use the force. He looked from each little Tusken thinking on what the Elder had said and wondering what every one would think if he returned with another young one to train in the ways of force He was also wondering what the Elder would think even though he so far seemed to be accepting of the idea of one of them coming with him. Anven was actually considering it now as it could be beneficial to the R'Crurak clan if someone from it was familiar with things going on away from Tatooine and it would offer many new learning experiences to the one he took with him all sorts of things even about new and interesting tech of the galaxy. It could also show that Tuskens are more accepting of people and willing to get along with the rest of the galaxy if more of their own began to travel through the stars and make friends with the rest of the galaxy.
Is lifting rocks all they know so far?
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 27, 2013 13:46:58 GMT -8
-The Elder-
"They are simply meditating right now."
The Elder chuckled and walked over to one of the rock. He reached out his hand and swept it underneath the rock, and it dropped. One of the Uli-ah, obviously the one who the rock was being levitated by, jumped up as if from shock. Other rocks across the small courtyard dropped back into the sand. The unisex dressed Uli-ah bowed deeply to the Elder and began chattering away in his native tongue to the Shaman Elder. The Elder held up a hand and the young one ceased speaking. He seemed almost scared of the Elder. The Elder bent over to the Uli-ah and whispered something to him, and the young one nodded in return. The young Shaman in training started chanting, very softly to himself, and walked towards Anven. The Elder held Anven in place both with the Force and his hand, which had a surprisingly strong grip. The Uli-ah came up and grabbed Anven by the hand and his soul itself felt like it walked out of his body.*
*The Uli-ah's grip was the strongest Anven had ever felt, not letting him go anywhere the young Tusken did not want him to go. In front of Anven's eyes the landscape changed from the old looking huts and Shamans training younglings to a bustling city of Tuskens. The Uli-ah started walking, dragging Anven by the hand. They walked up the mountainside, and in what seemed like only a few minutes they were on one of the mountains overlooking the bustling Enclave. The Uli-ah waved his hand, and the image distorted, like water, and the Enclave changed to a city of metal, of the Kumumgah. Ships flew in the air, over a lush expanse of grass and trees, even a lake on the outskirts of the city. The Uli-ah waved his hand again and the image wavered, replaced by a scene of Rakatan Ships laying waste to the city, in between the mountains. The very mountains that the Enclave was. The Uli-ah pointed to scores of ships descending from the clouds. Scream and blood were drifting in the wind, and slowly the Rakatan ships heated up their main batteries and began glassing the planet.*
*The ships suddenly disappeared, melting away just as the first blasts from their mighty weapons hit the planet. They stood on the mountain over the Enclave, but it was different somehow. Ships flew over it, strafing the Enclave with laser fire. The image wavered again, and again, and again. Each time a different Enclave, in the exact place, but always slightly different. Enclave after Enclave appeared and disappeared before Anven's eyes. Life, death, prosperity, all the possibilities appeared before him. And then it stopped. There was a Tusken in front of them. His robes were war-torn and bloodied, but the blood was not his. Around the Tusken was the bodies of Outsiders, and even a few Tuskens. The Uli-ah seemed unsettled, and even scared of this Tusken, and he began tugging Anven away, but his grip slipped, and his hand let go of Anven's.*
*The Tusken suddenly turned and looked at Anven, as if he was there, but he couldn't be. The Tusken had worn blue war paint on his robes that signified he was, or had been, a R'Crurak Sentry. His gloves were made of Krayt hide. It was Nartaga. With a gesture Anven was pulled towards this version of Nartaga and held in the air, close to the Tusken's masked face.
-Nartaga?-
"So you return to try and stop me again, Anven? I'll teach you once and for all what meddling will do to you!"
Just as the evil Nartaga raised a blood covered knife the Uli-ah yelled and jumped, grabbing Anven, and everything went black. A few moments later Anven would wake up face first in the sand, back in his own reality, or whatever he had seen. The Elder's aura was somber and filled with dread, as if he had seen what Anven had.
-The Elder-
"In every place, there are so many possibilities as to what will and won't happen...so many choices that are made..."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 27, 2013 14:08:48 GMT -8
At first Anven had just stared on in amusement as the Elder walked over to a young Tusken and seemed to have disturbed it from its meditation. His knowledge of the Tusken language was still pretty bad and so he really didn't know what the young Uli-ah was saying t the Elder. Of course what came next was of complete surprise to him as it was the last thing he had expected from the Tuskens have no time to even really react as he was suddenly held in place by the Elder himself through the force. At first Anven just glared at the Elder as he was about to gather the force to him to retaliate against this but then the young Uli-ah had grabbed his hand and it had a rather strong grip for someone so young.
The next few minutes Anven spent with a feeling that he could only really describe as an out of body experience as he started to see strange things before his eyes. He at first thought it was what the Tuskens were hoping to achieve in the future a city of their much like the outside world today. This thought of course was interrupted as he began to see Rakatan ships and then he thought perhaps it was the past the young Uli-ah was trying to show him. His thought were yet again interrupted as he saw a Tusken with battle torn robes on and everything and he was yet again surprised as this vision seemed to take a huge turn as it began to seem real. The strange Tusken who had seemed have scared the young Uli-ah had pulled Anven towards him with the force and then lifted him it then became clear who it was as he heard the Tusken speak. It seemed he was standing face to face with Nartaga himself well a slightly more angry Nartaga than he remembered.
Before much else could happen he found himself lying face first in the dirt back in reality and the last thing he remembered was Nartaga holding up a knife to him as if he was going to stab him. It was in a way a disturbing thought to see his own friend trying to kill him but he shook off the feeling as he slowly got up from the ground and shook his head as he looked at the Elder. He wasn't quite sure what to say but he was already sure the Elder could tell what the first words from his mouth were going to be as it was what most people probably would of said after something like that.
What on earth was that some kind of vision or something? Also it would of been nice if you had at least gave me a warning ahead of time.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 27, 2013 15:36:09 GMT -8
The Elder simply shrugged in response to Anven's complaint.
-The Elder-
"Did I not tell you that they were only meditating?"
The Elder held out his hand to the young Uli-ah, who was standing next to Anven, and the youngling took his hand. He squeezed it tightly and nodded his head at the young one and then sent him on his way.
-The Elder-
"We teach our younglings the art of divination, for the most part. What you saw witness was the power of one of most gifted Seers. He will be a great Shaman one day. If he lives he will even become as powerful as me some day...if he lives...."
There was a foreboding tone to the Elder's words, as if he knew something would happen, or maybe not happen. He gestured to the few younglings who were gifted with the ability to use Tatooine's energies, or the Force.
-The Elder-
"Many of the younglings here are from different clans...the ones we have made the alliance with. It was part of the agreement that the R'Crurak be in charge of training these future Shamans....few dispute that right, given my allegiance to the clan....but I cannot say that all of them are supposed to complete their training here."
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 27, 2013 17:38:46 GMT -8
Anven chuckled slightly as he watched the young Uli-ah walk away it was surprising what they could do even at such a young age still at least he didn't have to worry about the R'Crurak's future regarding shamans at least while the Elder was around. Still something bothered him about the way the Elder spoke because he kept on saying if he lives as if there was something wrong with child or if something was going to happen. This of course concerned Anven for a moment because he kind of started to think the Elder was hiding something from him and the Elder was probably aware by now Anven never liked it when he hid things from him.
Well if its alright with you I could certainly take one with me and show them the galaxy teach them the ways of the Jensaarai and of the force and perhaps if its what they desire bring them back here when their training is complete or even to complete their training. Still from the way you spoke earlier it sounds as if you know something about what may happen in the future that gives you grim thoughts, is there anything you wish to tell me that I should be aware of in the future?
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Post by Malystrix on Apr 27, 2013 19:07:04 GMT -8
At the Tusken's reply, Malystrix's bowed head suddenly raised, sightless visage orienting towards the native's own shrouded face.
"Rescue? Is she in danger?" A tight edge of apprehension wound its way into the warrior's words.
Was this why the force had driven him here? To rescue this woman, his kin? Perhaps. But while haste may be necessary, it would be foolish to act without any information. He was surrounded by armed, prepared, no doubt highly trained Tuskens, and while Malystrix welcomed death...he would not throw away this chance to find purpose again. If he were to spill his blood on this sand, he had to find out if that's what he was meant to do first.
And so the warrior held in check his impatience, standing calmly before the Tusken who had first addressed him with his jaw clenched and his left hand holding tightly the hilt of his katana.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 28, 2013 14:21:35 GMT -8
The Elder looked at Nartaga, as in curiosity, and shrugged. The Ancient Shaman might be hiding something, but just because Anven asked did not mean he could not give him an inkling of something that was to come. The Elder had learned long ago that not everything was set in stone. He saw time as he saw the sands of his beloved homeworld; forever shifting and changing, yet still familiar all the same.
-The Elder-
"I know a lot of things that are going to happen. But there are set events in time. Time is like the sands of the Dune Sea. They change...But then you have the mountains, made of rock. Unchanging...unmoving, without outside influence like a tool made by people....I was merely referring to a set event in that youngling's future. There are very few times that he overcomes it. That is all I meant...It seems that something is happening at the wall. Think over your choice if you truly wish to train an Uli-Ah. Follow the Miraluka."
The Elder pointed towards the hooded figure that had just exited Nartaga's hut down the road and was headed to the main gate When Anven would turn back towards the Elder, the old Shaman would be gone. Anara walked quickly towards the main gate, trying to hurry in case the other Miraluka believed the Tuskens were violent. At this point she thought it was probably pointless, seeing as he was already in the gate. She stopped by a corner and watched the two converse. She knew that this Miraluka would more than likely see her, but she wanted to keep a low profile until she was needed. Nartaga was still speaking to the strange Miraluka. He held up his hand, trying to calm the man by showing he was not violent.
-Nartaga-
"You misunderstand. Her ship crashed here....several weeks ago. We nursed her back to help, and she decided to stay here for a while. She's back at my hut, I can go get her and tell her that someone has come looking for her. Okay?"
Nartaga seemed honestly concerned. He did not like the feeling that he was getting from this man. He did not know why, and that bothered him. There was something....almost fanatical about him.
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Post by Anven Firestar on Apr 28, 2013 14:55:49 GMT -8
Anven just mumbled to himself for a moment after listening to the Elder speak about time and all that he was already quite aware that time was constantly shifting ever changing it was why he never delved into that seer stuff it was all to complicated compared to just beating someone up. Still Anven placed his helmet back onto his head and followed through with the Elder's wishes and followed the hooded figure as he had called the Miraluka. Anven probably stood out in the Tusken enclave because he was covered from head to toe in well red armor that looked like a damn dragon the only thing that could slightly make him blend in was the sand-like colored cloak he wore over the armor hiding it mostly except the helmet of course. Not to mention he also carried a sword on his back for all to see and what Tusekn actually carried a sword with them everyone knew the Tuskens preferred their rifles and metal stick/staff things. So needless to say Anven kept to the shadows as much as humanly possible within the Tusken enclave trying to keep himself hidden as it seemed this Miraluka was also trying to keep a low profile. The only thing he was thankful for was now being able to mumble freely in his helmet without fear of being heard for all he had to do was turn his HUDs outer speakers off so none could hear him so now all that left was to wait and see what this Miraluka's interest was in Nartaga and what seemed to be another Miraluka.
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