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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 25, 2020 7:01:52 GMT -8
Zed just lay there for a moment as the pain of consciousness returned to him. Having been thrown from Patashu earlier in the day, and now a fight he was spent. Sure his weakened muscles would ache in protest but this was something else. He had never been a fan of wrestling and in this state he felt every pulled muscle, every bruise. Sitting up with his hands supporting him from behind he looked around at the room but was drawn towards the Chieftain and his thrown. The teeth on the thrown reminiscent of the one outside, but not quite as large. Standing Zed slowly made his way forward favouring his left side, hunching forward a little as his muscles fought him in protest. Trying to rub away some of the pain in his neck Zed listened to the Chieftain speak catching every second or third word in his native tongue but the meaning had gotten across.
Not wanting to speak Zed instead signed that the Chieftain was a good fighter and he should be proud of that skill. Not sure that he understood the last part of what was said he slowly turned his upper body toNartaga to see how he would react not able to just turn his neck fully.
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Post by Nartaga on Aug 25, 2020 21:40:18 GMT -8
The Tusken chieftain scoffed as Zed signed, leaning back in his chair. The anooba, now outside of the reach of the chieftain, lay down on its belly at the Tusken's feet, resting its head on the stone floor. It eyes remained fixed on the two others before it. His assumption of the being was all but proven now, but the disdain was from the flattery. It was something he had no use for, regardless of whether it was meant to butter him up or just state what he knew to be true. Some would call that arrogance, but he simply did not care what anyone other than himself thought about his abilities. I am aware of Nartaga's trade of guiding outsiders through our lands. I knew you were not of my people when I saw the way you move. Speak in your tongue. He will translate. But do not insult yourself or me. Chieftain Or'Rish took hold of his gaderffii and banged the end of it onto the floor, a signal to the guards outside.Nartaga lifted his left hand to gain Zed's attention and began speaking in Basic to interpret the chieftain's words. "Chieftain say, speak your tongue. He knows Zed not Tusken. Nartaga translate. Says, sorry for using you, but has something want us to do. Not Or'Rrk'Rkr clan..." Nartaga kept his eyes on the chieftain, his head tilted only slightly so he could be heard easily by Zed without having to speak over the other Tusken. Nartaga was unsure about where this was going. Surely the chieftain could strong arm any of the satellite clans or tribes that relied on the Or'Rrk'Rkr clan for trade or protection from the other large clans to do this. To rely on an outsider and an exiled shaman from another tribe meant that whatever it was he needed would be no easy task. It was sure to be life threatening. Still, he would Chieftain Or'Rish, what is this task you want us to undertake?As if they had been waiting for the question to be asked, the two Tusken guards came in through the doors to the throne room, carrying a stretcher with a large broken sphere, split nearly perfectly in half. Across its surface was writing that was unfamiliar to Nartaga, but Zed may recognize the symbols as a dialect of Kittât, though one that preceded any teachings of the language he may have learned as a Jensaarai. Some of the glyphs were easily matched and translatable but others were not, or were worn away with time. The guards dropped the stretcher onto the ground to the side of Zed and Nartaga on the ground. This was found by one of our scouting parties. The shamans have told me it radiates with the energy they draw from Tatooine to perform their rituals. The Tusken leader barked an order to the guards who once again left the room and closed the doors behind them. Or'Rish brought up a hand and gestured for the two to inspect the broken sphere. Our elder shaman says he needs to other half of the sphere to complete the translation, but I am more interested in where it came from.Nartaga moved beside the sphere and inspected it, trying to discern the language chiselled into the smooth stone surface, but was unable to. He could feel the radiating energy coming off of the broken artifact, though not exactly the same power as what he normally felt when he connected with Tatooine's energy. It was as though it had been imbued with energies both of Tatooine and of somewhere else. Nartaga started to reach out with the Force, to try and attempt to discern the origin of the sphere, but again the pain he had felt in his head earlier stabbed his mind, and a sensation like something was squeezing his heart made him stop. The shaman coughed, grabbing at his chest with his hand as he tried to breath but had difficulty doing so, doubling over slightly and shaking his head in frustration. Nartaga would wave off any concern Zed would show for the Tusken and instead refocus the topic back on the sphere. As Nartaga finally caught his breath and wheezed a few times before being able to speak to Zed. "Never seen anything like."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Aug 29, 2020 14:20:11 GMT -8
Very well Zed said with a nod of his head
Having bent down to look at the half a sphere before he could get into it he became concerned with Nartagas coughing. It would do neither of them good if he were to die You need to rest and heal, you should be dead.
Returning his attention to the artifact before him Zed looked towards the chieftain before rubbing his hands over the sphere. Several of the letters he recognized in an instant as belonging to that of the ancient Sith language. Their temple back on Contruum held many Sith manuscripts, and items. Indeed their very armour was made using spells passed down using these very symbols. Or at least symbols that grew out of this language. It was older, far older than he commonly encountered in his studies. Whoever made this would have had to have had knowledge from other worlds. Maybe they were an outsider, or had met one but I can tell you there is a great power within this sphere. Some of these letters I know he said pointing to several of them but a lot are alien to me.
If your Shaman says he can read it then you may want to caution him that some of the power that resides within, maybe all of it might be dangerous. These runes are from a long dead species that used their power to do unspeakably evil things in order to dominate
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 2, 2020 20:24:11 GMT -8
Nartaga translated for Zed to the chieftain, who listening, his head resting on his closed hand in thought, contemplating how best to proceed with the warning. Chieftain Or'Rish dismissed the outsider's caution with a scoff and a wave of his hand. Dangerous to your kind, perhaps. We do have the same weaknesses as outsiders. Nartaga did not translate this to Zed, instead speaking to the chieftain first. Chieftain, Zed is a shaman of his people. He says to know some of the writings on this artifact. I trust his opinion on the danger it may pose. Chieftain Or'Rish shifted on his throne. The ears of the anooba perked up as its master moved, but otherwise it remained laying down at the foot of the throne. I am not discounting his opinion, but he does not know our people. He is not informed enough to make such a call as to how dangerous something is to our people. It gives me even more cause to find out more.
Or'Rish lifted himself from his seated position and walked down the steps to be at the same level as Zed and Nartaga. The anooba lifted its head, but again did not move from its spot. Or'Rish stopped next to the artifact and reached out with his right hand to touch the stone relic. He was not gifted with the powers of a shaman, so he could not sense the power emanating from it, but he had seen the powers of the shamans too many times to doubt their validity. Rumor was sure to have already spread of the artifact found in the wastes. Secrets were a hard thing to keep among such a closely knit community. If the Or'Rrk'Rkr clan was looking for it, other clans and tribes vying for more power and standing were sure to start looking as well. I want its origin found to learn more. If it is dangerous to our people, I will see it destroyed. If the power it holds can be bent to our will.....I will use it. But I will not allow others to reach it instead. Nartaga turned to Zed and tried his best to translate what the Chieftain had just explained. "Chieftain say, need to find where it come from before other clans. If dangerous, destroy. If not, will use."
Nartaga once again looked to the sphere, then down at his left hand which he had tried to use as a bridge to reach out to the energy emitted by the inscribed stone, clenching and unclenching his hand slowly. He was unsure how up to the journey he would be, but he could feel the importance of getting to the source of where the sphere came from. Even with his connection to Tatooine's energies seemingly damaged due to his physical condition, he could feel the power. If someone with actual ill intent got their hands on any recoverable knowledge or learned how to siphon the energy and use it to empower themselves, it could shift the balance of power between the clans. While he knew he had bias towards the Or'Rrk'Rkr clan, he still trusted the judgment of the Chieftain. In the younger Tusken's mind it would be the lesser of two evils to trust the Or'Rrk'Rkr, rather than an unknown tribe or clan. "Or'Rrk'Rkr more worthy trust. Other clans, use and do harm if find power." Nartaga turned back to the Chieftain, giving as much as a shrug as the injured Tusken could manage. You know me not to be the greedy sort, Chieftain, but what is in this for us?
Chieftain Or'Rish turned away from the sphere and stared the duo down, crossing his arms. He had every intention to reward them upon completion of their task, but he was impressed that the R'Crurak shaman had learned to be slightly more shrewd when it came to making deals. The inexperienced Tusken still overplayed his hand, already signalling that he was willing to undertake the journey to uncover the truth behind this sphere, but he still wanted clear terms laid out. I shall supply your journey fully, to start. But for a reward, how does a moisture vaporator sound? We have a small one that we replaced several weeks back. It is old but still produces enough so you would not have to worry about water anymore. The Chieftain uncrossed his arms and lifted his chin slightly. And I shall allow you to use our workshop for the fang you won from the krayt...So long as you pay tribute to me with part of the trophy.
Nartaga was shocked the Chieftain was willing to part with such a valuable piece of technology, but it showed how important this was to the Tusken. How could he refuse now? Nartaga turned once more to Zed and tried to explain through his excitement the bounty the Chieftain was willing to part with for the favor he was asking. "Chieftain give water machine for help. Let us use clan tools for fang." It was an easy decision for the Tusken to make, even in the state he was in. "Nartaga cannot refuse. But Zed not have come. Can return to Mospics if want. Wait for Nartaga return. Up to Zed."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 3, 2020 6:48:34 GMT -8
Even if Zed could not understand all of the language, the hand gesture was enough for him to understand. While it was true this artifact could be nothing more than a transcribed list of ingredients to go shopping for, he doubted that. Even when in half the amount of power that was emanating from it was vast and had Zed come across it on his own he could feed off its power for a lifetime and it still have power left. It was heartening to hear that should the device be dangerous that it would be destroyed he feared that if it was, then they would find out too late to act upon those words. The other half of this was better off lost.
You are wrong. I have to come, you are in no state to travel alone while I stay at your home.
Even if Nartaga had not been injured Zed would still have gone with him. A Sith artifact found on a planet was not unheard of, but one with a language that seemingly predated the known language of the Sith was strange. This would need to be investigated further and chances were that he was the most learned person on the planet. If anyone would be able to unlock the secrets of the two part they would need all the help they could get. The fact that the Or'Rrk'Rkr shaman had been able to decipher any of it was a testament to his mind.
Ask if we would be allowed to work on the fang before we depart or if that is conditional upon our return?
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 3, 2020 23:49:09 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded and tried to think of the best way to ask the Chieftain if they could craft the fang before they left. If our search can be delayed at all, Chieftain; I must rest and heal. Even if my spirit is willing, I fear my body would not survive any arduous journey through the wastes. The Chieftain nodded his head understandingly. He doubted even in his prime he would have been in any better shape after such an encounter with a krayt dragon. I must insist that you leave before Ghomrassen wanes in six days. This is as much time as can safely be spared, unless the other clans get too far ahead of you. Nartaga bowed his head to show reverence to the Chieftain before speaking again. In that time, we would wish to craft the fang from the dragon. Again the Chieftain nodded. He had guessed that there was more than just his recovery he wished to tend to. They would also need to plan, and he had yet to give them all of the information about their task. Very well. The Chieftain reached beneath his chest armour and brought out a necklace in the shape of a blazing sun. He presented the necklace to Nartaga, who took it in his left hand. This is my seal. Present it to the artisans at the workshops and they will help you with all you need. The same goes for the market. Even those who have heard of your bloodline from the healer will not refuse.Nartaga looked over the stamped metal and then closed his hand around it. This seal would give them anything they needed, even if there was no respect behind the actions. To refuse the Chieftain would mean defying the law of the clan. None would openly commit treason. But Nartaga knew they would still have to watch themselves while they were here. Even if it was dishonorable, that did not mean there were not those who would use stealthier ways to voice their displeasure at the Chieftain's decisions. "He say, yes. Use seal to get whatever need in enclave. Must leave before Ghomrassen wanes. Six days." Nartaga bowed as fully as he could in respect of the Chieftain, motioning for Zed to do the same.The Chieftain barked out a call to the guardsmen outside the room, and turned his back to Nartaga and Zed, reascending the steps and sitting once more upon his throne. The two Tuskens entered and moved to pick up the broken sphere and return it to the safety of where it had been kept. Go and rest for now. We shall discuss in more detail this undertaking in two days. Nartaga lifted from his bow and waited for Zed to do the same before gesturing for the stennes to follow him out behind the Tusken guards carrying the artifact out. After the doors were shut behind them, the R'Crurak shaman let out a deep breath and bent over. Dealing with the Chieftain had drained him of a lot of energy. He did indeed need to recover, even if he wished nothing more than to leave now. For one, there was the prospect of the reward, but also the danger of remaining in a place he was unwelcome by a number of its inhabitants was not something he was looking forward to. The stress did not help his condition, but he straightened his posture before speaking once more to Zed in Basic. "Luck not sure to be good or bad. Need make up self." The Tusken let out a half chuckle, but stopped with a visible wince from the pain in his ribs.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 4, 2020 13:28:22 GMT -8
Walking out behind Nartaga he looked worriedly at the man. Even if he were the most healthy person in the galaxy, six days was a tall order to heal enough to be ready to travel. Hopefully the two of them would have enough downtime in order to get said rest. I think we used up all our luck with that Krayt and I doubt we can find much more luck here.
Leading the injured Tusken back towards Patashu and his belongings Zed was eager to see how this part of Tusken society lived and knowing he would have at least six days to see it made him smile under his mask.
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 5, 2020 0:52:32 GMT -8
Night had fully set upon the desert world of Tatooine, and a sharp chill was even enough to pierce the heavy clothing worn by the Tusken people. Nartaga shivered, being that he was only wearing basic wrappings on his torso the cold of the Tatooinian night set in much more quickly. Nartaga swayed his head from side to side in general agreement with Zed's statement. "Must make own luck, then." Nearby, outside the chieftain's dwelling, Patashu was laying down near their recovered cargo. The bantha called out to Zed and Nartaga with a soft bleating, shaking her head from side to side. After swapping the necklace seal to his other hand which was bound in the brace, Nartaga raised his good arm up and gave the bantha's head several pats and rubs, whispering to the creature in his the Tusken language. "Two days until see Chieftain again. Speak more of search." Nartaga turned his attention to the supplies which the rescue party had recovered, trying to discern what had been lost.
"Zed know writing on sphere. Said dead people write." The Tusken lifted his gaderffii from the pile of belongings, having been returned to them after Zed's fight with the Chieftain. He held it out for Zed to take. Even if he had just lost in front of the clan to the Chieftain, Nartaga could not carry a weapon, at least not effectively, and at least openly showing a weapon in on one of their person's might dissuade any would be assailants who would attack two unarmed people. "Want Zed tell what Zed knows. Need know what might be found." Nartaga's tone was serious, and the concern about what would be found at the end of their search for relics in the Tatooine wastes was both of interest to him and worry. There were so many unknown things buried beneath the rock and sands. Some better left undisturbed.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 5, 2020 14:30:45 GMT -8
Taking the gaderffii from Nartaga he stiffly walked around and sat down rather suddenly. Between the Krayt and the fight with the chieftain his body was not feeling the greatest. He ached all over, and he could only imagine how the Tusken was feeling. Resting his back against some of the supplies he looked straight ahead more so because twisting his neck would cause him too much pain. The words on the artifact are old. They belong to a dead species called the Sith. The name was taken by others later who took their knowledge and became the Sith I told you about before. These original ones had a powerful Empire, and a predisposition to the Darkside but their power was broken and they scattered to the winds. Its possible that one came here after their empire was destroyed. Maybe it is someone who studied them and knows their language because if it had been here for thousands of years the sands would have worn them away. Or maybe the power within the whole artifact protects it from things like sand.
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 6, 2020 1:25:49 GMT -8
Nartaga was quiet for some time as he continued going through the travois. When he spoke again the tone was dispirited. "Many come Tatooine. Many die Tatooine." Nartaga pulled out a bag from the largely disorganized remainders of his belongings that had been meant for trade, lightly tossing it next to Zed on the ground. The bag was around halfway full of jerky. The Tusken having already grabbed a few strips for himself, putting one in through the mouth of his mask. "Remove mask if need. Or'Rrk'Rkr opinion not matter anymore." Nartaga carefully swapped the jerky with the seal necklace from his injured hand, lifting it up and dangling it so Zed could see the design. "Chieftain seal. May get looks, but none attack outright." The R'Crurak Tusken then slipped the necklace over his masked head. The seal hung low on his chest, due to the chain needing to be so long to fit around Tusken headgear, but it was still clearly visible.
Nartaga let out a chirp-like whistle, catching the attention of Patashu, who inched towards her rider, remaining low to the ground. Without any other instruction, the large creature rolled partially over so that her saddle was accessible to the Tusken, so he could grab the small waterskin that was in one of the saddlebags on her back. Nartaga would take a long sip from the skin before closing it and tossing it to Zed as well. "Night, so no trade for much, but food still." Nartaga took in a deep breath and leaned his back against Patashu before slowly bringing himself down to the ground, using the bantha as a living wall to make sure his back was straight. The pain was still a lot, but it would have been much worse if he had not used Patashu to brace himself. Nartaga tore apart another strip of jerky and slipped it behind his mouth, chewing on the tough meat until it mixed with his saliva, making it much more palatable. Occasionally, the grit of the sand that did indeed get everywhere on Tatooine mashed in his teeth, but it was something he did not even acknowledge. It was simply something that happened so often it was like breathing.
Nartaga looked down at the ground for a few moments before nodding his head to himself and speaking. "Need ask Zed something." Nartaga felt a lump of sand in his throat. The sense of shame at how he was feeling, the injuries which were slowing him down, not just physically. He was unsure if Zed had noticed, but it was not something Nartaga had ever experienced. He hoped that Zed may be able to explain it as an outsider shaman, who may be more versed in such things. "Tried heal Zed after fight with Chieftain. Not work. Felt pain. Here." Nartaga touched his chest, where his heart was, and then traced it up to his head. "And again with sphere. Could feel energy, but when try touch...pain. Like spirit dying...But also felt." The Tusken shook his head. He felt like he was not describing it properly. It was such a foreign feeling to be unable to use Tatooine's energy that putting it into words, even if he used his far more extensive Tusken vocabulary, would be difficult. "Zed know if ever happen to outsider shamans?"
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 6, 2020 13:16:45 GMT -8
Not removing the mask Zed ate a piece of the jerky as he had seen Nartaga do earlier. Finding it a sloppy way to eat he was able to get some food and chewed on it for a moment before taking a drink of the water handed to him. The added water actually brought out some of the flavour in the meat and made it easier to eat. He figured that as long as he stayed amoung the Sand People he would try to fit in with their society. Already he had seemingly brought Nartaga a lot of hardship and word of him being an outsider may be spreading alongside Nartagas human origins. There was no point in antagonizing anyone further.
Taking another piece of jerky he listened to Nartaga speak.
I don't know. You can still feel the connection to Tatooines power right? Maybe your connection to the power is like a muscle and if you use that muscle too much it over exerts and hurts. I have never seen someone use as much of the Force as you did today against the Krayt and still be alive. Give it time and you might heal like the rest of your body. I wish I could tell you more or heal you but it isn't something I know a lot about. You should use the days that the Chieftain gave us not doing much, let me do the bulk of everything. You can tell me what to do and make sure it is done right.
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 7, 2020 0:52:16 GMT -8
Nartaga was quiet for a long time after Zed's guess at a prognosis. It made sense to the shaman. He had treated many injuries in his time ranging from sprains to amputations, not to mention having to ensure his own body was cared for in his exile. Sometimes the body just took time to heal. Still, this felt different. Was it because it was not his bodily injuries that were holding him back, but more his spirit? He had overexerted himself before, it was how he had gotten stronger; training harder to prove himself as one with outsider blood. But this still felt different. "Not remember fight with Krayt. Blank darkness. Like falling in hole without bottom." The Tusken shook his head, trying to forget the intense empty feeling of the blank in his memory, and what he could barely make out beyond it. It was not as bottomless as he had said. "Wish for Tatooine muscle heal fast, then." Nartaga took off his boots, sliding them up near his torso and reached inside, taking out one of the needlepoint knives. His feet were similarly wrapped in cloth so as not to reveal any skin. Just because they had the protection of the Chieftain, did not mean he would sleep without a weapon he could wield even in his injured state.
"Tomorrow. Need find Crafter...Someone skilled in working fangs. Very hard to shape." Nartaga gestured to the smaller elsser krayt's fang that was attached to the bottom of the trigger guard of his cycler rifle. "Was forearm size. Took fortnight to work by self. No tools at camp in Mospics. Not skilled maker." Nartaga sized up the large fang that was sitting nearby, still tied with straps to drag it. He was unsure how long it would for a skilled craftsman to make anything out of it, but it was quite the prize nonetheless. They would also need to requisition an offering to the Chieftain as well. "Not sure what make. Never seen fang this big not in krayt." The Tusken posed the question to Zed as to what they might request of the Tusken artisans. "Maybe shield? Armor? What Zed think ask?"
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 7, 2020 12:14:19 GMT -8
The moment he had seen the fang Zed had known what he would do with it, or a part of it given the chance. As such he did not even hesitate when Nartaga asked what they should do with it. I would like to see some of it become a weapon. A;though few had participated in it during his stay at the Temple many of the previous iterations of the Jensaarai had based their armour and weapons off of natural things. Including animals. Animal based armour shapes, with matching abilities. Naturally occurring materials for use in their weapons and everything else. Before them sat a a tooth. A massive tooth, of one of the most iconic creatures of the galaxy. If he were to use even a small portion of that then he would have something totally unique to him, and it would allow him to reclaim a part of him he had lost on Contruum. If they can shape it close to what I ask then I can do the rest, and maybe we will need less luck. What do you think should be done with it? What would they Chieftain want? Or need. What do you think it should be used for?
Before he could get an answer he turned his head to face Nartaga, ignoring his neck as it protested. I want to apologize. His actions from earlier in the day had been eating away at him whenever there had been a moment to sit and think. There was no way that he could continue on as if nothing had happened and eventually he figured Nartaga would question him on it. I violated you. I violated your mind. After you fell unconscious from the fight and as the Or'Rrk'Rkr approached I entered your mind and stole some of the Tusken language. I broke your trust, and I would never have done it had you been able to speak, but if I did not I feared that we may both die I could not understand what others said to me. I understand some of the words, but not all. It had been my intent to ask you before we approached the camp but... He trailed off knowing that Nartaga could fill in the blank Is there something I can do to make it up to you?
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 7, 2020 16:27:23 GMT -8
As he continued thinking what sort of items would be available for them from the fang, Nartaga was taken off guard by the outburst from Zed. He was completely confused as to why the stennes was seeking his forgiveness for something the Tusken did not even know had happened. "Like said. No memory after spotting Krayt. No knew Zed see into minds." There was a pause for a moment as the confession of the stennes sank in. It was answered with a shrug of indifference, as if it was not a big deal. "Tusken language hard to understand. Nartaga dying. Zed did what had to. Nartaga do same if knew how. Nartaga again paused, the realization that if it was some undiscovered power that shamans could master, there would also be other abilities. There was a hunger within the Tusken, for the knowledge. He held no ill will or resentment to Zed, seeing his actions as trying to survive. Tuskens knew the struggle to survive all their lives, so it was not something he could hold against the man. "Not know seeing minds possible. Shaman power, or Stennes power? Something Nartaga learn?"
Nartaga leaned forward a bit too much in his excitement, feeling the pain in his ribs. The Tusken leaned back against Patashu to relax. "So many things Nartaga not know. Would like to learn them. See what is out in stars." Nartaga closed his eyes and remember the pictures of outsider worlds. Giant cities that made even the Tatooine cities of Mos Eisley and Mos Entha look like simple outposts. Skyscrapers that touched the heavens which were filled with spacecraft that could bridge the gap between planets as if one was riding a bantha to a nearby village. "No apology. Did not wrong." The Tusken kept his eyes closed and inhaled deeply. For a moment, while he was still imagining all of the things he had no knowledge about, he did not feel the pain of his broken body. He felt peace come over him, and for the first time in a long time felt the drive of not merely existing, but taking action in his life. "Zed help Nartaga. Was in bad place. Still, like dead, but still living. If not met Zed, not survive Krayt. Not make to Or'Rrk'Rkr enclave. Not have opportunity with Chieftain. Nartaga owe Zed thanks."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 8, 2020 12:32:19 GMT -8
Nartaga was far too forgiving as far as Zed was concerned. There was one thing that a person could never take from you and that was your mind. He violated that one sanctum that people had. Whether he felt it or not he would make it up to him somehow. You might be able to learn I don't know. Some skills come easier to different people. I think it comes easy to my people, that and being able to pass without being seen but given time you could learn it. I only used it to search out your knowledge of your language. Words you know in your native language and also in basic. Knowing that Nartaga was ignorant of a lot of things perhaps there was room for him to help. Once this task is done and you are healed I can try to teach you skills that I know. Something tells me that before this is over you and I will both face off with worse than we did today.
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 9, 2020 0:29:21 GMT -8
Nartaga could tell that Zed was still uncomfortable with his invasion of the Tusken's mind. He raised his hand slightly to put emphasis on his words, to reiterate that he held no displeasure with the outsider for what he had done. "Saw Nartaga without wrappings. Only thing not share with others. Outsider blood. Zed saw with eyes. Nothing else in mind worth hiding. No harm done...Truly." Nartaga lowered his left hand back down and slipped the needlepoint knife underneath his left leg to hide it but keep it within reach if needed. "Would like know more of Jen...sa..sa'ar...aaye?...Ar'aye?" The word gave Nartaga very obvious trouble in pronouncing it, as he had avoided saying it earlier when Zed had first said it. He had remembered it, though it was still tricky for him to properly speak. The Tusken lightly huffed in frustration at his own garbled pronunciation. "Would like learn all can of Zed shaman clan. Would like learn from other shaman clans as well; Zed call Jedi. Sith."
The Tusken grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, gesturing at the vast expanses of sand everywhere else. "Nartaga know less than handful of sand compared to all knowledge. Can learn, help R'Crurak tribe. Help Tusken people. Find truth. Like Zed's clan." The Tusken opened his gloved hand and the breeze of the Tatooine night winds carried the sand into the air, while some fell between his fingers, creating a small pile on the ground. The R'Crurak shaman spread out the small pile with his fingertips. The only indication it had ever existed were the paths his gloves had created, though those were also temporary. "One handful make little difference. Use many handfuls. Maybe different outcome."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Sept 9, 2020 15:45:46 GMT -8
If you say so, and I will not mention it to anyone what I saw. Just know that, as an Outsider myself you are not shamed in my eyes.
Reaching into his wrappings Zed pulled out the only thing of worth that he had kept from his time before Tatooine. Pulling out a crystal the size of his thumb it shimmered the palest blue in the scant light that the moon provided. One end of the crystal tapered off to a point with the other end being covered in small bumps. Tossing the multi faceted crystal to Nartaga he waited until the Tusken had it in his hand before speaking.
The Jensaarai, the Jedi, the Sith, and the Imperial Knights as well as most other Force Users use these to create their weapons. The mechanical parts to them are not complex but without these they will not work. It is what I would like to use some of the fang for, to make a handle. When inserted into handle this crystal creates a beam of light so powerful that it can cut through most things with only a few metals or materials that can stop them. That crystal is even rarer it comes from a planet is lost to almost all maps. As he spoke he remembered the small joint task force of Jensaarai and Imperial Knights that went to Mestare mere months before the fall of their temple. He wondered know how many of the crystals still remained, figuring he was the only Jensaarai left and did not know if any of the Imperial Knights still lived.
I fear that the artifact that was brought here by someone with such a weapon and if so then without one its equal then we would be at a big disadvantage. The downside is that, if I make it then word will spread of a person wearing Tusken clothes wields a lightsaber. If those who attacked my temple are still hunting my kind hear word of me then they will come in search of any rumors that make it off world.
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Post by Nartaga on Sept 30, 2020 21:22:28 GMT -8
There was the same discomfort in the Tusken's body language as he spoke of his biology. It was subtle, even more so because of his current sitting position, but it was there. The slight tilt of the head, the smallest raise then slump in the shoulders. The same hesitation that was ever present whenever the subject had come up was in Nartaga's voice as well when he spoke. "Know cannot help how born. But...complicated. Still feel...distant from clan. Spirit Tusken. Went through Rites. Some not think that enough." The uncomfortable feeling of shame welled within the Tusken's throat and sank into his gut, weighing him down as he continued. "R'Crurak law say not allowed to marry. Not have children. No Outsider blood can be passed down in clan." Nartaga lifted his left arm and grazed Patashu's side with the back of his hand. "Tusken bantha marry partner's bantha when marry. No mate for Patashu. Her line end with her." Nartaga lowered his arm and his head dipped for a few moments before lifting back up. "No feel shame because outsider born. Feel shame because was taught that. Treated lesser. Know better now, but still feel. Difficult." Nartaga shook his head in frustration. "Said before. Tuskens live different than Outsiders. Different customs."
Nartaga caught the crystal with his left hand, bringing it up to his eye and inspecting it. The pale blue hue of the crystal seemed to glow with in inner energy that could not be seen by the naked eye, but was instead felt. It was an odd sensation, but one that was almost welcoming. He had never felt this exact sensation from any sort of stone, but as a Shaman understood the properties of certain types of stones and crystal and their mystical properties. To know that this small gem could create the blades of pure light he had heard of in stories from Outsiders he had dealt with in the past was almost unbelievable. "Seem almost not real. Very useful weapon like that. But can see danger. Nartaga not know any others who have weapon like that. Not on Tatooine. Would stand out like light from weapon."
Nartaga signalled with a lowering of his hand before underhanded throwing the crystal back to Zed. "Said before; think Light too light for fighting. But weapon would be great use. Even more use if person who make artifact have weapon." Nartaga shrugged his shoulders slightly. "If they still alive. Writing looked old. Very old. Very worn. Not many beings live that long. Not naturally." The thought of the stories he had heard of an unnaturally long lived demon somewhere in the Dune Sea he had been told as a youngling came to mind. He shuddered at the thought of them having to face such a creature, though the rumor that its lair had sunk beneath the sands with the demon within were reassuring. Still, Nartaga hoped that they would not be sent there. The few times he had travelled the edge of the demon's territory he had been tormented by nightmarish visions for days after. "Outside Nartaga's knowledge. Think will have to rely on Zed more for Chieftain's task."
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Oct 1, 2020 12:59:35 GMT -8
Well we will need to rely on you before we get there.
Zed remained silent as he considered the pros and cons of making such a weapon. If it was needed than it would be invaluable, but making it was just like shooting up a flare. Daring those who had sought to exterminate his kind to the planet. While he could do little to change the ways that the Tuskens thought, he could well enough using things from outside their culture to help the duo in the coming days.
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Post by Nartaga on Oct 1, 2020 23:06:30 GMT -8
"First, rest. Then, worry about Very suddenly the wave of exhaustion struck the Tusken shaman, his eyes closing as he drifted into a few moments of micro-sleep before snapping back awake. Patashu lifted her horned head as she was awoken by the sudden movement of her rider, and rolled from her side to more of her stomach. Nartaga readjusted himself to deal with the bantha's change in position as well, before finally succumbing to the wave of unconsciousness that had been creeping up on him. The Tusken was as still like death as he slept, his breathing still shallow and labored due to his injuries, but the exertion of recent events overtook the pain that might otherwise keep him awake.
Nartaga's eyes slowly opened as he groggily woke up, fighting the urge to let out a moan of pain as he sat up. The night had passed in the blink of an eye, literally, from his point of view. During the night he had slipped off from his upright position on Patashu's side and had come to rest on the hard ground. Already throughout the Enclave the steady build up of noise as others too awoke from sleep, warriors swapped shifts for guard duty and the small Tusken city began to come back to a lively state. Nartaga pressed his left hand to his head which was pounding. The Tusken returned the knife to his boot before unsteadily standing up and limped over to where the waterskin was, kneeling back down to pick it up and drink. One of the twin suns was just barely breaking the horizon as morning began to creep up on the desert world.
Nartaga before stood back up and hobbled over to what remained of their supplies and the krayt dragon fang. After letting out a soft whistle, Patashu stood up and moved over to the fang, and Nartaga began to attempt to attach the interlaced ropes around the fang to the bantha's saddle. They needed to transport it to the craftsmen to begin fashioning it into something useful. He was having a good deal of trouble trying do this, due to only having one arm, but any progress to him was acceptable at this point. Despite not having a problem accepting help, he still had to feel capable and able to do some things himself.
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