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Post by Atia on Mar 1, 2014 3:52:23 GMT -8
-Six in tusken so others can hear-
"Not only Sentrys need to protect themselves. This way everyone could try it out, without upsetting the sentries."
She had drawn quite a group. Many were curious about the outsider tusken with the golden Gaffi who was received by the Councilors at once. Many disreguarded her with distaste, but some few had the curiosity to watch her fire at the dungheap she had put up to fire at. She didnt want to destroy something that was harder to produce... And the shit did fly. The smell was horrid but it really showed how effective the weapon was.
She told the tusken who was just then trying it out to keep it on the range so others can try it too, and asked a couple others to help her with the stuff. She had allready gathered up some weapons and items, and she had a list of who gets what written out on a board of metal. She told that they could write up their names and what they offer while she is gone and went over to Nartaga.
Nartagas Bantha was a usual bantha but the one coming after was something.... old. She knew that at once, old and respected. It seemed to grasp both of the adjectives and it acted like it. Six didnt understand as the old bantha approached. She looked at Nartaga.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 1, 2014 7:30:16 GMT -8
Nartaga could tell Six was a bit confused as to the old Bantha he had brought, and tried to explain.
=Nartaga in Tusken=
"This is the Bantha I told you I could borrow from a friend. He belongs to the Elder of our clan. The oldest, wisest Shaman. You haven't met him, but he is unequally old,as he is powerful. He taught me almost everything I know."
The Elder's Bantha continued to look down on Six like she was nothing more than a bug. It was a bit eerie. Nartaga untied the Banthas from one another and got on his own. He turned the beast around towards the Dunes.
=Nartaga=
"Do not mind the look. He will allow you to ride him, for now. Just do not do anything to make him not like you."
The Bantha looked over to Nartaga and huffed again, but knelt down to let Six onto the saddle on its back.
=Nartaga=
"I gathered everything we need. Weapons, water, food, the beacon. Even a tent in case we get hit by a sandstorm."
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 1, 2014 15:20:05 GMT -8
The twin suns were at their highest point in the day as a lone jawa scuffled his way over the dunes, though were anyone else traversing the Dune Sea observe this loner, they would hesitate to identify him as such. For this jawa was not attired in the usual brown robe of the Jawa race. Instead, he was scuffling about in a dull gray trench coat that brushed along the surface of the sand, and a wide brimmed brown hat from which his bright orange eyes gazed out from beneath. Stopping at the top of one of the dunes, Nkik Luun gazed out...
(in Jawaesse) No...Brim has lost the honor of that name...
Stopping at the top of one of the dunes, Brim gazed out hoping to finally see his destination out in the distance. While unseen behind his black head wrapping and shemagh scarf, a smile of relief came to Brim as he saw the Tusken enclave in the distance. Looking up to the the suns, Brim assessed that he could make the encampment by nightfall and set off down the dune.
The sky was still red with the last of the days light as Brim scuffled to a stop before the doors of the enclave. Panting, Brim took his ion pistol, which was slung along his back, and tossed it to the sand before him, then opened his coat to reveal his old jawa robes beneath, and a holstered DL-44, which he removed and tossed at his feet as well. Closing his coat he put his hands up and called out in the Jawa trade language.
Brim is looking for an audience with R'Crurak Clan leader. Please allow Brim entrance.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 1, 2014 20:16:16 GMT -8
The Sentries on the Enclave walls looked down at the lone Jawa and shrugged. No one was scheduled to come in, let alone see the Council. The Sentry Dunewalker in charge of the Wall Guard at that moment spoke out in the Trade Language back to the one called Brim. The Dunewalker caught the fact that the Jawa did not give his clan name.
=Sentry Dunewalker in Jawaese=
"What is your business with the R'Crurak Council, Jawa? Are you a clansmen of the clans we are allied with, or a clan-less whelp?"
The other Sentries looked to each other. What was with it with the clan-less showing up here?
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Post by Atia on Mar 2, 2014 19:40:04 GMT -8
Nartaga could tell Six was a bit confused as to the old Bantha he had brought, and tried to explain.=Nartaga in Tusken=
"This is the Bantha I told you I could borrow from a friend. He belongs to the Elder of our clan. The oldest, wisest Shaman. You haven't met him, but he is unequally old,as he is powerful. He taught me almost everything I know."The Elder's Bantha continued to look down on Six like she was nothing more than a bug. It was a bit eerie. Nartaga untied the Banthas from one another and got on his own. He turned the beast around towards the Dunes.=Nartaga=
"Do not mind the look. He will allow you to ride him, for now. Just do not do anything to make him not like you."The Bantha looked over to Nartaga and huffed again, but knelt down to let Six onto the saddle on its back.=Nartaga=
"I gathered everything we need. Weapons, water, food, the beacon. Even a tent in case we get hit by a sandstorm." - 6-
"I am honored.... I... think."
She didnt dare to say that in tusken. Someone who knew the elder might just take it as an insult of some kind. To say the truth, she was scarred the creature would die under her. She patted it gently on the nose to make contact, so the large animal knows where she is and that she is friendly, and when she felt like the animal was calm, she mounted it.
Twice, first time didnt go so well.
Third time was a near miss.
At least fourth time she manadged to climb up. The faliures were mostly because she had never ridden a bantha alone, and she tried not to rip more furr off the poor creature as she climbed up. She followed Nartaga without a word after everything got packed on.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 2, 2014 20:30:51 GMT -8
Nartaga frowned when Six tried to mount the Elder's Bantha. He had not known she was unfamiliar with riding a Bantha, or else he would have help her up himself. Some of the others outside took a brief pause from testing the new blaster to watch Six fail at mounting the oldest Bantha in the whole of Tatooine. A few chuckled, one or two laughed. Nartaga gave them a hard glare that quieted them immediately. He steered his Bantha next to the Elder's, and spoke to Six.
=Nartaga=
"The Elder is....was....a great friend of mine. While his name is cursed, it still holds great weight with the clan. This Bantha, his Bantha, is said to be as old as the Elder himself."
Nartaga decided to let Six in on a little known secret. It was not like it was something she could use to tear down the Clan, and it would give her an idea of how old he meant.
=Nartaga=
"The Elder once knew Jud'dayus, the Sith that dwells in the Dunes, when they were both young. For a person to live that long...there are only two I know of; Jud'dayus, and the Elder....For a Bantha to live that long, if the story is true....well...There is more to that Bantha than you and I are ever probably going to know."
The Elder's Bantha stood up on its legs, its legs shaking under the weight of Six for a moment as it locked its knees. The old Bantha huffed and began to walk in the direction of the Dunes, as if it already knew where they were going. Almost as if it was following its leader, Nartaga's Bantha followed behind the Elder's, going in the straight line Tuskens were famous for traveling in. Nartaga tried to make conversation. It was going to be a long ride.
=Nartaga=
"So what are your plans after this trade deal is concluded? Do you know what you might do, or what your masters would have you do?"
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Post by Atia on Mar 3, 2014 7:34:40 GMT -8
Six had heard the name Jud'ayus before, and she had heard stories both as a child and as a slave.
-Six-
"What if this Jud'ayus sith is the same person as your elder? Seems like one possibility. Would this bantha bare the same respect if it was the bantha of a fraud? Maybe of dark magic?"
She felt like she had to explain herself.
-six-
"If I was the Sith in the Dunes, and I wanted power over the sand people, I would be kind and good to them, to learn their ways. I didnt mean to insult the memory of your elder, if he did good, he was good, even if he might have been evil.
What the Banshee clan thought me, one of these things were to think objectively and find the holes to reveal the truth. The Bantha is the key. You claim this bantha is very old. I have heard of the Sith in the Dunes even as a little girl, I know he is very old. If you cant explain why the bantha is so ancient as both the Sith, and the elder... there should be a connection, no?"
She was ignoring his last question, trying to change subject. In truth? Did she know the answer?
No.
And sure as hell she didnt want Nartaga to know.
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 6, 2014 12:52:21 GMT -8
The Sentries on the Enclave walls looked down at the lone Jawa and shrugged. No one was scheduled to come in, let alone see the Council. The Sentry Dunewalker in charge of the Wall Guard at that moment spoke out in the Trade Language back to the one called Brim. The Dunewalker caught the fact that the Jawa did not give his clan name.=Sentry Dunewalker in Jawaese=
"What is your business with the R'Crurak Council, Jawa? Are you a clansmen of the clans we are allied with, or a clan-less whelp?"The other Sentries looked to each other. What was with it with the clan-less showing up here? |
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 6, 2014 16:01:15 GMT -8
The Sentries mumbled to one another before one of them activated the control mechanism to open the Gate. The twin doors swung open slowly, but only wide enough to allow the entry of a few people if they were to stand side by side. The Sentries behind the Gate raised their Cycler rifles and motioned for Brim to come inside.
=Dunewalker in Jawaese=
"What idol is it you speak of, Jawa?"
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 6, 2014 17:01:39 GMT -8
As the twin doors slowly began to open, Brim quickly retrieved his weapons from the sand and scuffled into the enclave. As he was buttoning his coat, he stopped before the Dunewalker and, standing a little straighter, he said.
They stole the Arm of Kroja, a droid arm that was once used by Kroja the Dragonslayer to slay the Great Krayt Dragon, Waff'keeza.
Brim's throat caught as he was going to say more. The fact of his exile was still settling on his mind.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 6, 2014 17:38:02 GMT -8
The Sentry Dunewalker lowered his weapon, and the others followed. He slung his own Rifle and crossed his arms.
=Dunewalker in Jawaese=
"Why were you exiled for losing a droid arm? Idols are exactly that, idols. Things from the past. What did it mean to you? What does it mean to you to get it back? As a Jawa you must come across thousands of droids with arms, or clamps, or whatever you put on them."
The Dunewalker was testing Brim, to see how important this task was to him.
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 10, 2014 16:05:33 GMT -8
As the Tuskens slung their rifles, Brim's blazing eyes narrowed in anger as he tilted his head to look up at the leader speaking to him. Setting his feet apart and his hands on his hips and began jabbering in Jawaese.
You wouldn't understand. The Arm of Kroja was no regular droid arm. It had a blade extension capable of superheating to laser sword temperatures. Originally, Kroja the Dragonslayer built a droid out of scarp parts to defend Clan Luun from Waff'keeza. Most of this robot was built from a blasted HK-51 assassin unit, but was also pieced together with what was thought to be a Czerka GE3 Protocol Droid, from which this arm was taken. When the droid was pitted against Waff'keeza, it utterly failed. Instead of sitting by with his shame and allowing the Great Krayt Dragon destroy Clan Luun, he took up the arm and, in a fight that lasted many moons, Kroja slew the dreaded dragon!
As the tale had gone on, Brim had gotten more and more excited with each sentence, coming to a close in an emphatic, triumphant tone. As the excitement settled, and his breathing slowed to normal, Brim cleared his throat and said.
The Arm of Kroja has been safe guarded by Kroja's kin since that day, and the eldest males being given the privilege to marry the clans future Shaman and become Chieftain . You ask what it means for me to retrieve the arm? Brim must return it in order to not only regain Brim's honor, but to also regain Brim's place as Chieftain.
Brim realized then that his hands were shaking as a mixture of emotions stormed through him; anger, despair, nervousness, doubt. Taking a half-step back from the Tusken, Brim let out a slow breath and asked.
Are you willing to help Brim? For the bandits already have a five moon head start.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 10, 2014 20:48:02 GMT -8
The Dunewalker uncrossed his arms and laughed heartily. This Jawa was not like the others he had met of his race. He had courage, for one, and the drive to complete his goal with or without their help. Still, if this Jawa became Chieftain after regaining this Arm of Kroja, he could be a valuable political ally. As a Dunewalker he had lived long enough to know both how to fight with his Gaderffii and with words. He preferred his Gaderffii, but words sometimes had their uses.
=Dunewalker in Jawaese=
"Relax, Jawa. I understand completely. We have relics from our Clan's history as well. If we were to lose them, our clan would be nothing. I was just testing your resolve....I am called Kal'Shor'Rik'Or'Kir'R'Crurak. You may call me Kal, for short."
Seeing the Council with this matter was moot. As a Dunewalker he had free reign to decide with he did with his body, so long as it did not go against the Clan. He thought for a few moments before speaking.
=Kal'Shor in Jawaese=
"Why would Bandits want the arm of an ancient droid? Surely the value would be next to nothing to anyone but one of your kind, who understands what it means to you and your clan. I can't help but think there is more to this than you think. Is there anything else you know?"
Brimm could take that as confirmation that Kal'Shor was going to help him, but he needed more information. The other Sentries looked to one another, and then went back to their posts on the Enclave wall. Kal'Shor began heading to the Bantha pens, motioning for Brimm to follow him as they spoke. When they arrived Kal'Shor went to the side and began packing a speeder with some supplies for the journey ahead.
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 11, 2014 20:59:39 GMT -8
As the sentries left him and the leader Tusken, Brim felt a wave of relief, as he understood that the Tuskens were going to give him the aid he sought. Doing his best to keep pace with Kal'Shor, which was a little difficult due to his short legs and long robes and coat, Brim said in answer to his question.
Brim has spent many moons pondering that very question, and Brim thinks that perhaps these bandits work for Czerka or some other trader group, for Brim thinks that a blade that can remain stable at the temperatures of a Jedi's laser sword would be of great profit, especially if built into an army of droids.
Brim leaned against the speeder as Kal'Shor began readying for the journey. While the Tusken went about his work, Brim's Jawa nature took over for a moment and he began inspecting the speeder, feeling his gloved hands over the smooth surface of the haul and standing on his tiptoes to look into the cockpit to investigate the controls. Continuing as he did so, Brim said.
If Brim's assumption is true then, then Brim thinks the bandits would have made for either Mos Eisley or Anchorhead.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 12, 2014 7:28:17 GMT -8
Kal'Shor thought of the possibilities of such a weapon as well. The R'Crurak could greatly use a weapon that powerful, but it was not his place to take it, or broker a trade with the Jawa. That would come at a later time, with the Council itself. Kal'Shor shook his head dismissing Czerka.
=Kal'Shor in Jawaese=
"The only presence Czerka has on Tatooine is the Sandcrawlers. I do not believe they would be behind this. We have eyes in the Dunes. We would have seen or heard....something.
Kal'Shor sounded unsure with his last word. He was thinking of how to get into one of the settlements. He was a Tusken after all, and Tuskens heads on silver plates brought a bounty of credits. He took a large cloak and put it over himself, bringing up the hood and covering up every bit of his garb to protect his identity.
=Kal'Shor Jawaese=
"If we are going into one of the settlements, you may need to do the talking...my Basic is horrible, and more would speak the Trade Language than Tusken. Mos Eisley has a bustling spaceport and market. We should try there first, though it is your quest. It is ultimately up to you, Jawa."
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Post by Brim the Looney Jawa on Mar 12, 2014 13:50:29 GMT -8
Brim's eyes narrowed in suspicion as Kal'Shor's words trailed off, but realized the meaning as he went on to say that Brim would have to do all the talking. Brim had pretty much assumed that the Raiders had made nice with the other races, but had completely blanked on the fact that Other-worlders were bigots to the end. Nodding in agreement, then, with Kal, Brim said.
Brim would suggest Mos Eisley then.
Brim turned and climbed into the passenger seat of the speeder and, as he rested an arm on the side of it, he added.
Kal'Shor, please, call Brim by his name. Brim is not like all his kind and would prefer not to be lumped in one sum.
Brim's tone was not one of irritation or malice, simply matter of factly, as though he had accepted his current separation from his people.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 12, 2014 14:52:04 GMT -8
Kal'Shor tightened the cloak around his masked face, hopped onto the speeder after strapping everything up, and began driving off with Brimm on.
=Kal'Shor in Jawaese=
"Very well, Brimm. But when we enter Outsider territory, refer to me as Kalron. It's an alias I set up years ago when we were scouting the borders of Mos Eisley, years before the Council was put into place, and when Nartaga, the current High Council, formerly the Chieftain, was still in his first set of youngling wrappings."
Kal'Shor attempted to explain a bit more.
=Kal'Shor in Jawaese=
"We were looking for weak points in the Outsider's defenses for future raids. We were about to take the city but got wrapped into a war over a land dispute with a rival clan..."
Kal'Shor continued with several other stories of previous exploits.
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Post by Nartaga on Apr 6, 2014 9:03:30 GMT -8
The remaining four Councilors had been in talks since Nartaga had gone off with Six to secure trade with the Banshee clan for weapons. The talks had grown intense, and while the yelling could not be heard outside the great stone walls of the Great Hall where they held their conclaves, the few Sentries inside were able to hear much of the shouting, mostly by Councilor Rik'Ur, head of the Tuskens Sentries.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"When we get the weapons we should put pressure on the other clans to join us! The only thing they understand is force, and showing them that we are not afraid to use our weapons against them will make them fold their hands!"
K'Shir, the only female Tusken Councilor, spoke up. She was a known advocate of peace.
-K'Shir in Tusken-
"So you would have us force them to join our side with hatred in their hearts and minds? You do not think for the long term Rik'Ur! How long before small numbers of warriors rise to fight the 'evil oppressors' that they will name us as!? How long before the Enclave sand runs red with blood over another Civil War?! We have come so far already, even those clans we nearly wiped out in the last War are coming around to our side! To force them would only alienate them from us!"
Councilor Ruk'Arr, head of the R'Crurak Shamans, finally spoke up.
-Ruk'Arr in Tusken-
"I agree with K'Shir. We cannot risk another War. Peace is the best option. It is bloodshed that categorizes us as Savages to Outsiders. If we can give them proof that we are capable of higher moral actions, it might look favorable to them. I do not wish to kiss the Bantha-hides of the Outsiders, but if we wish to go to other Planets, they must learn that we are not just war-mongers."
It was rare that Ruk'Arr agreed with K'Shir. He was well known to be stuck in the old ways when it came top tradition, especially the place for women in the clan. Rik'Ur walked over to the stone table in the center of the room and slammed his fist down. With the same hand he pointed an accusing finger at the two Councilors.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"You would have us bend over backwards to please the scum that are those vermin?! They came to our world and took our land and water from us, and you think they should just be forgiven?! You may not remember the battles our Ancestors fought to preserve their very existence, but I do! They should all burn for their actions against us! Even now Outsiders attack us, in retaliation for Raids that other clans conduct! They do not care to tell us apart, and have refused our messengers for meeting of peace! They do not care about us! They would rather have us dead and on pikes than as allies for the good of Tatooine!"
With those final, steamed words, Rik'Ur marched off, and left the Great Hall. Councilor Gr'Ish, who had been silent this entire time, sighed and shook his head.
-Gr'Ish in Tusken-
"Let us hope it does not come to that...."
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Post by Bal-Savi on May 11, 2014 8:05:50 GMT -8
*The storm was still present, but it had begun to die gradually as Bal continued forward. The trench coat slapped his legs less often and the mist of sand began to dissipate. The clank of metal on his back only happened with the press of his foot into the hard sand, vibrating his spine. Slowly removing the bandanna that covered his face, Bal slowly looked up to see a large structure. From further examination, he could tell it was an Enclave for the Sand People, or Tuskens, of Tatooine. One of the many that sat upon the planet.*
"I finally found one."
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Post by Nartaga on May 11, 2014 9:56:54 GMT -8
Kal'Shor, the Sentry Dunewalker, had returned from his trip with the Jawa Brimm several days ago, and had already resumed his duties on the Enclave wall which surrounded and protected the Tusken home. The blaster cannons were covered in tarps to protect their machinery from the sands, and the Sentries on duty did so with extra protection from the sand storm. As the storm began to calm, the Enclave was already returning to life. R'Crurak Tuskens began to go about the ritual of cleaning the Enclave from the recent surplus of sand.
Kal'Shor brought up a pair of binoculars and scanned the area, watching for possible attacks. It was stupid of a rival clan to attack during a sand storm, but it could give them an edge of surprise. Not seeing any Banthas or speeder in the distance, he instead saw a lone figure in black, fighting the dying storm to get to the Enclave. Lowering his binoculars for a moment he then brought them back up, zooming in on person. Human, male, wearing ridiculous clothing for the desert. And of all things not wearing adequate protection for neither the sand of the suns, which were already breaking through the sand that was kicked up into the air as it settled. He pointed in the man's direction to the other Sentries.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"We have yet another visitor. He looks like he has been out in the storm for a while."
The Sentry next to Kal'Shor shrugged, not caring about the 'Visitory.'
-Sentry in Tusken-
"Dunewalker, with all respect for your station, it is not our job to care for lost Outsiders. Let the sand have him."
Kal'Shor lowered his binoculars again, his head turning to look at the Sentry, who immediately shrank from the intense stare felt even through Kal'Shor's goggles.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"I do not believe him to be lost. He walks with purpose. And he approaches us directly. Open the gate."
The Sentry was about to speak again, but Kal'Shor reached for his Gaderffii, showing that if his order was not enforced, he was enforce it himself, after beating the Sentry senseless for disobeying a Dunewalker, one of the highest ranks of the R'Crurak Sentry Warriors. Backing up, he turned to go to the opening mechanism, which creaked and groaned as the great gates of the Enclave wall opened slowly to allow entrance into the Tusken city.
Kal'Shor moved down the stairs from the wall and into the Enclave itself, walking down with a water bladder at the ready for the man. He spoke in Galactic Basic as the man walked into the Enclave and the Gates closed behind him.
-Kal'Shor-
"An answer for some fresh water. What is your business in R'Crurak territory, Outside?"
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