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Post by Atia on Aug 20, 2014 9:46:57 GMT -8
Six waved back as she walked beside the bantha and its rider she had hired. She walked up, and bowed.
-Six-
"Teacher."
She helped to pack in the things and then wrote a message home. In truth, she reported whom and how many would come, and asked for flight plan. She only mentioned the flight plan.
Looking up to the sky, where the ship was supposed to be, she felt something... fammiliar.
Both fear and psitive excitememnt was shining off of her. Excitement more then any other feeling.
-Six-
"They have prepeared a flight plan. The bow of the ship will be unlit, but one light. That will be our hangar."
She showed her datapad to Nartaga, with the listed turns and speeds that would be most adventagious.
-Six-
"It is only a recmended route, of course."
Many would defy an order was it given. Many would not reject an offer of help, would it be given freely.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 21, 2014 6:43:23 GMT -8
After they had finished loading everything up, and everyone was inside the shuttle, the forward hatches closed and the ship began to take off. Nartaga seemed to become nervous and excited at the implied size of the ship. If it had a hangar, it had to be pretty huge.
-Nartaga-
"A hangar? It must be a large ship. I've never been on a ship that large before."
Excitement aside, he looked at the datapad with the path, but he was not the navigator. He pointed in the direction of the ladder to the command pod, at the top of the ship.
-Nartaga-
"Show this to Kar'Orzh. He shall be the one flying."
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Post by Atia on Aug 23, 2014 7:18:22 GMT -8
Six nodded and made her way up to the cockpit. Her combat boots clwng on the old metal as she got up and pushed her mask covered face through the door.
She had left not only Nartaga with a nod, but the dunewalkers also. Tyese warriors of her people needed all the respect they deserved, for they were about to meet a treterous and poerfull foe. Her new people.
-Six in tusken-
''Nartaga told me you should have this.''
She said,reaching over the datapad with the instructions. She was hwlf glad she got to come up here, surely she will be debriefed onboard the ship, and she wanted to seenlm as perceptive as possible. What she looked for was pwnneos that did not belong with the cockpits innifial stile of construction. One of her main objectives were to find tusken technological upgrades and kodifications. Engineers that live in comfort may oversee improvements that engenineers who modify for survival wont. She was told that her reports were already bearing fruit for RnD back home.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 24, 2014 17:22:27 GMT -8
As Six went up the ladder to the command pod Nartaga crossed his arms. He was slightly uncomfortable being on the ship. The last two times he had been on a ship he had ended up crashing from orbit in the middle of the Jundland Wastes, the second time in the Dune Sea. He was sure Kar'Orzh was also nervous about having him on board. Kar'Orzh was not usually very superstitious, but Nartaga's luck with space vessels had made him nervous. Nartaga shrugged and waved his hand around his head. The Dunewalkers gathered around the Head Councilor and they began speaking about the meeting.
The Sentry Shaman turned his head as he heard someone coming up the ladder to the command pod. He was quickly rewarded for his movement of attention with a slap to the back of his head by Kar'Orzh. The Shaman put his hand to the back of his head and let out a curse before turning back to the computer screen and scribbling something onto a datapad.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"I said not to take your eyes off the power levels! This is the shuttle's first long range mission that does not involve bombarding enemy encampments! I want to know its power consumption under normal flying conditions!"
The Shaman nodded his head in a sarcastic manner. He found the task to be far beyond his expertise, but Kar'Orzh had specifically asked him up into the command pod. Something about not trusting the Dunewalkers.
Kar'Orzh looked down at Six, his height dwarfing Six. He took the datapad and looked it over, nodding his head as he looked it over.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"It looks good. I'll follow it as closely as I can. Hard to pilot this thing by myself. But that was something that your...friends...insisted upon. Make yourself useful. Watch the screens and tell me if anything starts flashing oddly. We will be exiting Enclave airspace in a few moments."
The Engines started to hum more as thrust was increased and the Bantha-class assault shuttle began climbing in altitude to Orbit.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 27, 2015 22:47:45 GMT -8
Th twin suns set over the Enclave. Things were bustling, as the Tusken Fortress City had expanded into quite the center of commerce for both Sand People and Jawas. A small tent city had erected itself around the multiple Sandcrawlers around the Enclave, where traders from clans who had set up for protection were peddling their goods well into the night.
In the Great Hall the present members of the R'Crurak Council were having a meeting discussing future expansions into the desert.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"We can take what we want by force if need be! We have quelled the opposing forces time and again and they still persist to attack our envoys to their camps! We should show them that we shall meet their betrayal and cowardice with force and cleanse their filth from the sands!"
The Councilors present; K'Shir, Gr'Ish, Ruk'Arr, and the Elder paused for a moment. The Elder waived his hand dismissively towards Rik'Ur.
-The Elder in Tusken-
"You would have us abandon what we have set in motion? Peace is upon us, we are finally becoming a stable nation under a single banner. You cannot win the hearts and minds of people by slaughtering their kin. That would make us no better than them. Besides, a decision cannot be made until Nartaga and the other Councilors return. We should focus our efforts on our defenses and the well being of our clan."
The other Councilors nodded in agreement. Rik'Ur fell silent, his fists clenched in anger. After a moment, however, they relaxed and he nodded in agreement.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"For now....we shall bolster our defenses, train our forces......and wait for the return of the Head Councilor. But pray he returns from his mission soon....."
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 28, 2016 18:46:47 GMT -8
The Elder walked the road in the Enclave, stopping for a moment and watching as several uli ah ran past him, rolling a metal hoop with their gaderffi. He chuckled, shaking his head. This was the life he had chosen, even if there was no longer a need for it. Jud'dayus, his reason for staying, was gone from this world, whether having ascended to some other plane of existence or died the Elder was not sure. Even if he no longer had a set purpose the old Shaman still had a feeling that something was coming....
The Elder stopped on the wall around the Enclave, looking out onto the desert surrounding the Tusken Fortress City. They had come a long way, but there was so much left to do. Time was of little concern to the ancient Tusken, but he felt a sense of urgency. The Elder turned to look to K'Shir, a fellow Councilor on the R'Crurak Council. He bowed his head at the elderly woman in respect, K'Shir returning the courtesy.
-K'Shir in Tusken-
"You feel it, too?"
The Elder turned back out to face the dunes and nodded slowly.
-Elder in Tusken-
"Indeed. I have felt it coming for quite some time."
The elderly Tusken woman walked over to join the Elder's side, staring out into the Dunes with the ancient Shaman.
-K'Shir in Tusken-
"What is it? Danger?"
The Elder shook his head and shook his head, letting out a small chuckle. The old Tusken was soon overcome with a coughing fit, and he placed his hand over the mouth of his mask. After the fit had passed he spoke.
-Elder in Tusken-
"Only if we are not prepared. Tell me, K'Shir, how many of your children are in the Sentries, again?"
K'Shir seemed hesitant to answer the Elder, and fiddled with her hands to try and avoid answering. The Elder turned his head to look at her again, and she finally spoke up.
-K'Shir in Tusken-
"All seven of my boys, and two of my girls. Will they be safe?"
The Elder wrapped his arms around K'Shir and ran his hand over the back of her mask. The elderly Councilor seemed shocked at first, but leaned into the embrace and rested her head on the Shaman's shoulder.
-Elder in Tusken-
"Do not worry. We will be ready....."
Below the Walls
Rik'Ur watched the two Councilors' meeting as the Sentries under his command were training. The Tusken warrior turned back and swiftly kicked one of the slacking Shaman Sentries in the gut. The Sentry Shaman groaned and rolled back on his stomach and started doing push ups again.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"I did not say rest! You think just because you are Blessed by Tatooine herself you don't have to push yourself!? Your mind may be sharp but your bodies are weak! You are an embarrassment to the Sentries and the Clan! Get up and run, two laps, all of you!"
The group of Shaman Sentries stopped moving for a few moments, confused as to what they were going to be lapping around, causing Rik'Ur to lose his temper. He slammed his down into the face of one of the Tuskens, grabbing him by the collar and then throwing him across the sand. The leader of the R'Crurak Sentries began yelling at the Shaman Sentries.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"NOW! MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
The Tuskens scrambled to get up and began running towards the Gate of the Wall. Rik'Ur stayed his ground for a moment before sprinting off to the head of the pack, leading them outside the walls of the Enclave. He would lead them around the twin mountains of the Enclave.
In a Shaman hut
Ruk'Arr, Councilor and head of the R'Crurak Shamans, opened his eyes from his meditation, the racket Rik'Ur had caused breaking his concentration. Gr'Ish, another Councilor, looked up from his datapad and then back down.
-Gr'Ish in Tusken-
"Pay them no mind, Ruk'Arr."
Ruk'Arr huffed and tried to return to his meditation, but he had lost his center. Cursing the Tusken Shaman uncorked his water bladder and took a drink before speaking.
-Ruk'Arr in Tusken-
"Those are Shamans of the R'Crurak. He has no right to treat them so. They should have remained under my tutelage, to be fully trained in the powers of Tatooine."
Realizing that his personal time was about to end, Gri'Ish sighed and turned his datapad off, putting it in one f his robe's pockets. He shook his head.
-Gr'Ish in Tusken-
"They volunteered to undergo the Sentry training. It is good they did. Magical chants and prayers are okay but in the thickness of battle a gaderffi held by a strong arm will still kill more of our enemies."
The Shaman muttered under his breath in response, to which Gr'Ish stood up and held out his arms.
-Gr'Ish in Tusken-
"Need I demonstrate?"
Ruk'Arr could not help but laugh at the Gr'Ish, but gestured with his hand for the younger man to carry on.
-Ruk'Arr in Tusken-
"No, no, no, that will not be necessary. I believe, however, that I have just found my center at the thought. Thank you for that."
Gr'Ish laughed heartily as well with the Shaman. They had a friendly rivalry together, but each knew it was in good fun. So, with Ruk'Arr returning to his meditation, Gr'Ish returned to looking over maps of the surrounding area on his datapad and going over strategies and scenarios.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 22:17:53 GMT -8
A steadily growing roar approaches the Enclave. Careening up at dangerous speeds a speeder & a pair of bikes whipped to a stop less than a metre from the main gate of the Enclave. Quickly climbing out of the speeder, three tuskens with R'Crurak markings make their way over to the guards. The pilots of the three craft seem much more relaxed, each carefully checking their heavily modified vehicles while smoking some sort of rolled substance.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 30, 2016 22:44:06 GMT -8
The Elder, still upon the wall surrounding the Enclave, turned his attention to the growing cloud on the horizon. He barked something at a nearby Sentry and the younger Tusken handed the Shaman his binoculars. Lifting them up to the eyes in his mask he saw three vehicles, all piloted by Jawas. It took a moment for the strange sight to settle in, but the ancient Tusken was soon yelling out Orders to the Sentries at their posts to ready themselves. They were not expecting any envoys from their Jawa allies anytime soon, and they had been fooled before. One could not be too careful.
The Sentries powered up the turrets and readied their assortment of Cycler rifles and outdated blasters as the vehicles came to a stop close to the wall. The Elder raised an eyebrow as several Tuskens bearing the R'Crurak clan markings exited and began to approach the gate. The old shaman used to walking staff to help him down the steps behind the wall and then ordered the Sentries to open it. Slowly the metal gate opened up, the mechanism grinding slowly with each turn of the gears. Several R'Crurak Sentries rushed out with stretchers. The Tuskens collapsed on the ground and were taken back into the Enclave to be tended to.
The Elder walked slowly outside the walls, his staff supporting him as he walked slowly towards the vehicles. He cleared his throat and spoke up to the occupants.
-Elder in Tusken-
"I suppose a thank you is in order for bringing our clansmen back. Where did you find them?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 22:59:37 GMT -8
All three of the warboys were dressed in what could only be called a western style. A mix & match collection of south-west, mexican & indian clothing predominating. Each wore a wide brimmed hat with either a curtain of beads or a bandanna hiding their faces instead of the usual hood. The three warboys looks at each other for a few moments, apparently silently deciding who would talk for the group. At last the one wearing the widest hat & an extremely bright orange poncho stepped forward to talk with the Elder, while the other two returned to checking over their bikes.
-Warboy
Outsider compound was taking slaves. We stopped them. Permanently.
Though he talked in jawa trade language, the speech came out in tusken. Seemingly from a thick silver necklace the jawa was wearing. A closer look revealed similar necklaces on the other two jawas as well.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 30, 2016 23:09:46 GMT -8
The Elder took a second take on what the Jawas were wearing. It was certainly not traditional, they must be from a different clan, one that he was not familiar with. The Elder had been around for many cycles, but he could not recall if he had ever seen Jawas dressed so strangely. It was an odd feeling for him not to know something, but also comforting to have the realization he had not yet seen everything there was to see. He bowed his head in thanks to the lead Jawa.
-Elder in Tusken-
"We sent some scouts to look into the disappearances in the Dune Sea. I assume that was what was left of the the ones we sent...."
The Elder again looked over the Jawas and their odd garb. He turned his attention back to the lead Jawa.
-Elder in Tusken-
"What clan do you belong to? I have never seen any of the Jawa Clans sport clothing such as yours before. Are you from the South?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2016 23:32:33 GMT -8
The jawa shrugs & begins rolling another of the thin cigarettes he was smoking. Taking a moment to sprinkle more of the tiny crystals into the herbs making up most of the mix.
-Warboy
Newly formed clan in the northern dune sea. Sand Lightning Jawa Clan.
Returning his rolling kit to his belt, he poncho is pushed back enough to reveal something few jawas would normally carry. A slugthrower. A quick glance at the others shows they also are armed. One with a pistol, the other with what looked like a sawn down carbine. Normal jawas rarely carried anything other than ion weapons, another clue that the SLJC was not your normal clan.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 30, 2016 23:55:46 GMT -8
The Elder watched as the Jawa rolled a cigarette. He remained quiet, patient, as he waited for an answer. The Elder raised his head slightly to acknowledge the Jawa's words, as if he was there now, gazing upon the Northern Dune Sea and for miles seeing nothing but strangely dressed Jawas smoking and racing around.
-Elder in Tusken-
"Well it is fortuitous that you came to their aid. To put things simply we are in your debt. The R'Crurak clan welcomes the...Sand Lightning Jawa Clan to its doorstep. Hopefully our two clans can interact more in the future. If you wish you can come in and rest for a while, unless you have other things that need to be tended to?"
The Elder turned his head to the side as Rik'Ur and his Sentry Shaman trainees came running around the side wall. Rik'Ur stopped running when he came close to the Elder. The Sentry Shamans stopped a ways behind him, huffing and gasping from the long lap around the twin mountains they had just completed. Rik'Ur turned and immediately began yelling at them.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"I did not say you could stop! Keep running! You owe me one more lap. MOVE!"
The Sentry Shamans groaned and began running once more past the Elder and Rik'Ur, a few of them giving the Jawas curious looks as they ran past. Rik'Ur looked at the Jawas and then back to the Elder.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"What is with the Jawas, and why are they dressed like that?"
The Elder raised his hand for Rik'Ur to mind his tongue, causing the hot-headed to tighten his fist.
-Elder in Tusken-
"These are members of the Sand Lightning Jawa Clan. They rescued some of your Sentry Scouts from an Outsider compound. You owe them thanks."
Rik'Ur turned back to the Jawas and gave them a nod of his head. Without so much as a word towards them he bolted off again towards his recruits, once again overtaking them and leading the pack. The Elder sighed and bowed to the Jawas.
-Elder in Tusken-
"My apologies. Rik'Ur is one of our Councilors, the leader of our Sentry forces, but he is not very good with people not of our clan..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 0:09:38 GMT -8
The jawa nods back to the Sentry Elder. Checking on the other two, the poncho jawa find them nearly done with their tasks. Though that wouldn't stop them from moving on to less important tasks regarding their mounts.
-Warboy
We need to return. There is much work yet to be done.
Turning his attention back to his speeder, he quickly finished the checks he had started on arriving. Once he had finished, all three of the strange jawas remounted & roared back off the way they came.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 31, 2016 0:23:37 GMT -8
The Elder did keep the Jawas longer with any more questions. He felt that soon enough they would be much more acquainted with each other. The R'Crurak territory was expansive. Anything within their borders soon because either friend or foe, and the foes did not last long. He did not yet know how to feel about this new Jawa clan, but he had not gazed into the future for some time. He had learned recently that no matter how much you know, there was little one could do to influence others from their courses.
The Elder swept his arm up and to the side, his robes catching the breeze and shaking loose the sand from his clothes as he turned and walked back into the protective walls of the Enclave, the gate closing behind with.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 15:30:01 GMT -8
A small cloud of dust cut across the desert, aiming straight at the double peak of the R'Crurak Enclave. As was normal for the Sand Lightning clan, they didn't begin to cut speed until it was nearly too late. A trio of speeders & eleven bikes ground to a rough stop at the main gates. While the roughriders that were piloting of the craft immediately set to work checking & doing spot maintenance on their rides, the more numerous warboys & warpups seemed entranced by the sight of a Tusken Fortress every bit as large & large than the Palace their own clan had recently taken. A single Jawa of the group did neither. Walking the few remaining steps to the gate, it calls up to the gatekeeper in a harsh metallic rasp.
-Mig (In Tusken)
Yo, Sandy Boys. Ya got yer padre in there for a word?
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 6, 2016 16:43:29 GMT -8
The Sentry on Gate duty watched as Mig walked up to the Gate and called up to him. The Tusken was confused by the wording, but another Sentry walked up next to him and explained the Jawas as much as he could, recalling their previous encounter with a few members of these Jawas before. The Sentry shouted down to the Gate operator, and the large gate of the Enclave slowly opened to allow entry into the walls of the Tusken fortress. The Sentry yelled down at the Jawa.
-Sentry in Tusken-
"The Elder is in the Great Hall with the Council. We will escort you there."
Four R'Crurak Sentries waited for Mig so they could escort him to the Great Hall to meet with the Elder.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 19:41:26 GMT -8
Leaving the rest of the group outside the gate, Mig walked confidently straight into the Tusken enclave. Truthfully, he was a little worried. His only other interactions with Tuskens had been on the wrong side of raids. The Book of Sand made it clear though. Never show fear, Never show doubt. So he walked into the Sarlacc's pit as calmly as if it was his own bunk.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 7, 2016 20:10:38 GMT -8
The Sentries escorted Mig through the Enclave. Despite the outward appearance of it being a great fortress, on the inside it was more akin to a bustling city. Tusken children walked hand in hand with their families, Banthas were led down the roads, and there were even several Jawas, whom gave Mig strange glances from their hoods. Some even stopped and actively watched Mig as he was led to the most central building within the Enclave.
The Great Hall stood above many of the other huts and homes nearby. The most interesting part of the Great Hall were the great Stone doors. The doors were weathered from the harsh Tatooine climate, but the carvings in the stone were still visible. Any Tatooine native who knew their history could see the depictions of events leading from the Kumumgah all the way to the present, with the recent civil wars of the Tusken people. There were more carvings that followed, showing things that had yet to happen, or could possibly happen.
The Sentry Honor Guard guarding the doors snapped to attention as the Sentries with Mig approached the Great Hall. The Sentries spoke to the Honor Guard and with a nod opened the right door to allow entry. Mig was led inside the dimly lit main room building. In the center of the room there was a stone table, upon which sat two Krayt Pearls on either side, and two gaderffii in the center, one of which was broken. The items on the table seemed to hold great reverence among the R'Crurak for every time someone made their way to leave the Great Hall the touched the table and spoke a prayer. The Sentries guided Mig to the side of the room, where the R'Crurak Council was gathered, speaking amongst themselves. They turned slowly at the arrival of the Sentries and Mig. The Elder was the first to speak up.
-The Elder-
"I assume you are another representative of the Sand Lightning Clan we have recently made contact with?"
The Elder looked over Mig, confirming his theory. The other Councilors looked over the Jawa before them as well.
-The Elder-
"How may I be of assistance to you?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 20:25:08 GMT -8
Mig was rather surprised. It was not what he had been expecting. It was more like an outsider city then the horror stories of Tusken Camps I had grown up with. The presence of Jawas also surprised him. He gave then hard looks as he passed in return for their curious ones. They didn't follow the Book of Sand, as marked by their clothing.
-Mig
Something like that. Sand Lightning is my clan. You offered some of my boys hospitality. They may not have taken it, but the Good Book is clear. I have a debt that is to be paid. I got ten galleons of pure water mounted on the back of my bike. It is fer y'all.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 7, 2016 20:47:16 GMT -8
The Elder bowed to the Jawa, and gestured for Mig to walk with him with his hand. The Elder began walking off towards the table, touching the end of it as he passed and saying a prayer aloud to honor those who came before him, even though they were few in number given how old he was.
-The Elder-
"I appreciate the gesture. There are few on this planet these days who know how to return kindnesses."
The Elder paused in his steps and turned his head to Mig before speaking as he continued talking.
-The Elder-
"Tell me of your clan. I would like to know more of our new neighbors, if it is okay. You speak of a...Good Book? Do your Jawas and you follow a religious doctrine?"
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