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Post by Vollen Dor on May 30, 2013 4:06:18 GMT -8
*She looked at him trying to see any truth or lies in him but all she could see was a sith who could snap her like a twig if he wished it. She was feeling the force again but far stronger than before it had to be him. be near him some how opened her minbd again to the trapping of power and the force.*
"I know you could kill me"
* she stood aside but still wanted his help*
"....You are sith if you have not done this then you have opened my eyes again."
*She need to be careful with her words now as things could go a few ways either he kills her for being a pain, He leaves and has nothing more to do with her, or he sensed her potential in her a use her as a tool.*
"I need my eyes opened more sith, you can guide me, use me if you will it. But i need the knowledge you have."
*From her brief meetings with him she knew he was powerful, and commanded respect. And his long years of life made him far more knowledgeable then any she had seen*
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jun 6, 2013 9:20:18 GMT -8
Jud's eyes narrowed, and he took in the woman again, looking over her body with a meticulous leer. She was in well order, her physical body trained and taut, young and supple. Her mind seemed disheveled and mailable as well. Good, Jud thought, she'd be a prime candidate for becoming a pawn in the Old Sith's many games.
With a nod of his head, Jud agreed with himself on what to do.
"Very well then..." Jud began, stepping closer to the woman, a sinister grin crossing his face. "If you want to train under me, you will refer to me as Master from now on." Jud made a curt motion for the woman to bow her head, or get to one knee as he spoke. "You will not be allowed to utter my name until I deem you worthy to say it. From this point on, you will be my learner, my ward, and I shall only refer to you as such; your name means nothing to me. What I say, you do. When I beckon, you come. You will not question, you will only act. If you survive your training, and if you earn my respect. I shall give you a name, and a title worthy of me to speak... and you will be worthy of calling yourself, Sith."
The Old Sith, made a motion for Vollen to stand and raise her head to look at him again.
"Follow me, learner..."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jun 10, 2013 19:03:16 GMT -8
Hearing nothing from the spellbound woman before him, Jud scoffed, then stepped around her continuing on his way out of the Enclave.
"Don't bother following me, woman. I have no time for a mouse like you."
Shorty after saying those venomous words the Old Sith's form disappeared in to the night, taking the chill of his presence away from the Enclave.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 14, 2013 18:28:09 GMT -8
It was sandstorm season on Tatooine. The winds of Tatooine brought the wrath of the sands to the walls of the Enclave, and all that dwelt within sought refuge from the sands inside their huts. The Enclave offered protection to any and all who asked for it. The lights from fires glowed between the cracks of shutters, closed to protect those that lived within. The Banthas sat in their enclosed pens, safe and munching on food provided to keep them satisfied and calm during the storm.
Nartaga sat in his own hut, the wind knocking at his door and shutters. He paid them no heed, as he watched the glowing of the crystal in his hand. The pink glow bathed the Tusken in a soft glow, pulsing every few moments. He stared at the crystal intently, going over its surface a thousand times. No matter how many times he saw it, it always seemed different, as if the tiniest details of the crystal had changed. He suspected it had something to do with the changes so many souls brought to it, from within. He could hear them, individually, he could see their memories flash before his eyes, and he could do nothing to change their fate. The Kumumgah souls within the crystal had chosen their path millenia ago, when they falsely thought the crystals could save their race. They did not envision that their race would survive, albeit far less advanced. Still, they were alive.
A knock at the door caused Nartaga to instinctively tuck the crystal back beneath his robes, around his neck where it hung from a necklace. Knowing how horrible it was outside, he could only guess at who it was outside. He stood up and went to the door, opening it without hesitation. He had no enemies here. In the Enclave they were one clan, one family. As the door opened Nartaga, peeked out. He was curious as to who it was. But strangely no one was at the door. Confused, he closed the door and turned to go back to watching the crystal.
The world turned to pain as Nartaga was suddenly slammed against the wall of his home, pinned by an invisible force, unable to move. He yelled out, and as his vision came back into focus, he saw a person. Or what he thought was a person. The skin was brown, with jet black hair, and black and yellow eyes. It took him a moment to register this being as a Kumumgah, his people's ancestors. Why the Kumumgah was attacking him he could not understand, but the look of pure anger on the person's face could only mean he had angered him. Nartaga felt his neck being squeezed, and the hand of the Kumumgah went up, pushing Nartaga harder against the wall. Nartaga could not breath, he could not focus, he was caught completely off guard.....
Nartaga awoke, jumping straight up with a blade kept on the side of his bed. He lowered his hands from the combat stance, and sighed. He lost count of how many nights he had been awoken by nightmares such as these. He would not be able to fall asleep again, and so he just sat up on his mat, crossed his legs, and meditated.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 18, 2013 9:39:14 GMT -8
Nartaga opened his eyes. Turning his head to make sure he was alone in his hut, he stood up. Nartaga grabbed his Gaderffii and walked towards one of the closed windows of his home, opening it slightly. The sandstorm had passed, but it would not be long until another began. They were relentless. He would have to move fast if he did not want to get caught in the next one. There was no telling how long it would last.
Nartaga opened his door and brought his hand to shield the right side of his mask. The wind was already picking back up. His time was limited. His fast walk became a jog, which became a run, which then became sprinting, even using the Force to help him move faster. The sand had started to pick up, and flurries of sand were lifted into the air, even several small dust devils. Nartaga finally came to the wall of the Enclave. Stopping for a moment, he crouched slightly, before jumping up, and over the wall. Landing with a grunt, he started off again, running through the sands of the Tatooine, heading to the very boundaries of the Enclave's borders. Anyone unaccustomed with Tatooine's storms would be blind by now. Nartaga had lived through innumerable sandstorm seasons, along with the goggles o his mask. It did not mean his maneuverability was perfect. The wind, coupled with the amount of sand slowed him considerably.
Nartaga stopped, cupping his hands over the sides of his goggles, to aid in his site, which was fading as the sky grew darker, the twin sun's light being blocked by a wall of sand. It was suffocating. Nartaga focused, drawing upon Tatooine to aid him, and he continued walking, and pushed out from himself. A small circle formed, and grew, with him being the center. He could breath much better now. To help with the darkness, he held up his hand, and sparked fire in his hand. He walked unhindered by the sand now, protected by his bubble created by the Force, the darkness held back by the light of the flames he held..
It did not take much longer for him to find what he was looking for; a Jawa Sandcrawler, camped in the sandstorm. The Jawas inside were protected by their shell of rusting metal. As he approached the sand crawler, he dropped the protective bubble around him, and the walls of sand came crashing down. The only thing that remained was the light of the fire he held. Reaching out, he touched the metal of the Sandcrawler, and knocked.
Several moments passed, so Nartaga knocked again, harder this time. A creaking echoed throughout the sand crawler, and slowly it opened. Nartaga extinguished the fire in his hand and walked into the Sand crawler, greeted by several Jawas. One of the clans the R'Crurak's had made peace with, and offered protection to in exchange for technological aid, among other things....
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 20, 2013 19:54:47 GMT -8
Nartaga walked the inside of the Jawa sandcrawler, guided by two of the short beings. Several of the Jawas they passed looked up to stare at the lone Tusken, the glowing yellow and orange gemstones they used to protect their eyes following him in the dim light of the sand crawler. Nartaga had no love of Jawas, but they were his allies, no matter how irritating they could be. They had something he needed, and he was determined to get it. After what seemed like a blind walk through the poorly lit vehicle, the Jawas guiding Nartaga stopped, and pointed up, jabbering in their native tongue. He understood some of it, but some of the odor-dependent language escaped him.
He followed the direction the Jawas pointed in, until he came to a staircase, leading up. Walking up the stairs he could hear other Jawas up above him, their fast-paced language echoing down to him. He continued his climb until he came to the hatch to the cockpit, and stood there for a moment. He took a few steps, which caused several of the Jawas to immediately stop talking to one another and turn to him. Silence replaced the sound of the Jawas, and Nartaga continued moving towards a single Jawa, nearly a head taller than the rest. When Nartaga was a only a few feet from the Jawa, he bowed, deeply. The Jawa nodded, appreciating the gesture. Nartaga spoke in the Jawa Trade language.
=Nartaga=
"Uyadla nan ilunga?" --Do you have the part?--
The Jawa chuckled, or what sounded like a chuckle to Nartaga, and nodded, but he held out his hand to the Tusken Shaman, obviously wanting something in return.
=Jawa=
"Wenzani uyawuletha?" --Did you bring it?--
Nartaga reached into his robes and pulled out a small rectangular case. He handed it over to the Jawa, who immediately opened it, chuckled again, and closed it. He handed the case to another Jawa, who took it and began messing with whatever was inside.
=Jawa=
"Siyadla nintengo" --We have a deal--
Nartaga glanced over at what the Jawa who took the small case was doing with it. He did not know technology that well, and it was interesting to see what was so important that the scavengers could not get themselves. He had scoured many old wreckages looking for...whatever that was. It only took a moment for the Jawa to hook to thing into a computer, and the screen to display the surrounding area in infrared, showing the surrounding darkness as sources of heat. Useless during the day, but at night it was very useful. Nartaga could see why they would want such a thing. He turned back to the Jawa and then held up his hand, in the same gesture the Jawa had. The Jawa nodded and started walking, motioning for the Tusken to follow.
=Jawa=
"Uzo thanadi ondo lolu." --You will like this--
Nartaga followed the Jawa back down the very steps he had just climbed up, but made no sound of irritation at the Jawa's inability to simply meet him at the lower section of the sandcrawler. He was a guest, after all. Jawas operated differently than Tuskens. They were crafty, and a lot of times untrustworthy, but this small clan had proven useful and, with the exception of a few thefts and swindles, honest. Nartaga began to think this had been a set up, when the Jawa stopped and appeared to yell at the ceiling. Nartaga became a bit confused, when out of nowhere a large metal crate, almost as wide as he was tall, and up to his shoulder, fell from the ceiling. Nartaga jumped a bit spooked by the unexpected surprise, but the Jawa only laughed.
=Jawa=
"Cabanga lolu qasha." --Consider this rent--
Nartaga took his hand from the sling of his gaderffii and got out of the defensive stance he had taken, and laughed. These little creatures were proving useful. He only hoped whatever was in that crate actually work. All he had to do was get it back to the Enclave.
Nartaga waved to the Jawas as the ramp shut to the sandcrawler, leaving him back outside in the sandstorm. Rubbing his gloved hands together, he began to push it slowly through the sand, using the Force to help his progress. He had a long ways to go.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 24, 2013 17:06:54 GMT -8
Nartaga huffed as he advanced the Enclave walls with the large metal crate he had been pushing for nearly a full day. He was worn out, but he could not stop now. He was so close. He stopped and pulled energy from Tatooine, letting it flow from the ground through him, and lifted the crate above his head, and up over the wall, and then back down. As he set it down he dropped to one knee. Despite his experience and strength in the Force, it did not make it any less tiring after he had already been pushing that thing for so long. He was worn out.
Nartaga walked past the Gates of the Enclave and watched as several Sentries had already started putting the crate on a trailer hooked up to a Bantha to transport it up to the plateau on the mountain. The preparations would continue, as they had been for weeks. They were still a long ways from their goal.
Nartaga was bringing together the pieces for interplanetary travel. It was time the Tuskens as a people moved back into the stars.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 2, 2014 18:49:38 GMT -8
Nartaga sat meditating in his hut, his palms facing up to the ceiling. Sand floated around him, in river-like formations, circling in the air. He twitched his fingers, and the sand dispersed, each grain individually floating by itself. He opened his eyes, and stood suddenly. The sand had formed a sphere, transparent because the way the grains were dispersed, but a sphere still. Nartaga reached out his hand to touch the grains, when suddenly the sphere burst into flame. The crystal around his neck glowed brightly as the sphere shrank, compacting into a much smaller sphere. Nartaga backed up, surprised by the combustion, and watched in awe at what he saw. He stood there, when out of nowhere piercing shrieks and screams tore through his brain. He grabbed the sides of his head and dropped to his knees. His vision blurred, and he forced himself to look up at the burning sphere.
The sphere continued to burn, but the fire flickered, and as if a swift wind had come through, it went out. What it left echoed to Nartaga's very core, and to the core of the souls trapped within his mind and the crystal around his neck. The sand sphere had become glass. The screams stopped, and Nartaga stared at the sphere of glass, still floating in the air. It was a warning, from the Kumumgah. They were warning him of their mistake, of when they had ventured out into the stars. Nartaga spoke in an elevated voice.
"That was your mistake! Yours! The Galaxy has changed! Tatooine is strong! The R'Crurak will keep advancing! Do not try to stop us!"
The sphere seemed to shine for a moment, hit by some invisible light, and then crashed to the ground, shattering. Nartaga stood up, his hands tightening into fists. He respected his people's ancestors. But they were trapped in the mistakes of their past. He would not allow their folly affect his decisions. It was the right choice. The R'Crurak's would not stop trying to achieve their goal.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 8, 2014 19:16:34 GMT -8
Nartaga sat in the sand, watching several Uli-ah play in the sand and rocks on the mountain plateau. This place, the plateau, carved from the living rock of Tatooine by the R'Crurak themselves, had almost become a symbol of sorts for the progress they were making. It was here where they kept the shuttle gifted to them from Anven Firestar. It was here where they trained the R'Crurak Sentries; some of the finest warriors Tatooine had helped create since the Kumumgah Guardians, ancient warriors of old. It was also here where the R'Crurak were piecing together a starship. A ship capable of leaving Tatooine, of going to other planets, of meeting new cultures.
The Uli-ah had started a king of the hill like game. Pushing and shoving each other off of a boulder until only one remained. The others yelled at the strongest of their group, their child pride injured by the fact that they had been beaten by a female. Nartaga had been watching this child for some time. It was odd to see a female Tusken, especially a child, exhibit such strength. If there was not stigma against women becoming warriors, she would have already been taken in for training as a Sentry. Women were not thought helpless or weak, but it was not believed appropriate for them to go into battle. What did intrigue Nartaga, was that he could feel her through the Force. Not as he could feel every other being, but stronger. He had started observing her a few weeks ago after making this realization. How had she avoided the Elder's notice? Surely someone as powerful as him could sense there were gifted children in the clan. Children they could teach, if they wanted, to become Shamans. Female Shamans were rare, but not unheard of. But then the Elder had not been seen or heard of for some time. Word had began to spread he had gone out into the Wastes to die, or disappear one final time. Nartaga took this hard, but he was coping.
As he watched the children continue to play, Nartaga heard the roar of an engine come to life. The R'Crurak Engineers, if you could call them that, were busy working with a small group of Jawas around the clock to get the ship Nartaga had traded parts for working. It would still be many weeks. They had to make sure it was airtight, put in life support, install the hyperdrive. Then there were tests to be run. Weapons, shields, thrusters. Nartaga did not try to understand these things, but he tried to learn what he could. He would be the guinea pig after all. He had been offworld once before. It had not ended well. But he was one of the very few Tuskens to make that step. One he could think of off the bat was Ezran Hett. That story was long ago, in a different time before the R'Crurak's had truly began, but he had met the man, and while Ezran himself had been unsure about his role, Nartaga was proud to call him brother. If not in blood, at least in the mutual bond they shared in Tatooine.
The engine shut down, the Tuskens and Jawas babbling at each other, cursing one another for incompetence and lazyness in their own languages. Nartaga shook his head. Many weeks indeed. He turned his mind to the stars, almost willing his very soul out into them.
Nartaga had stopped questioning whether they were ready for the Universe. Now he only wondered if the Universe was ready for them.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 10, 2014 0:10:52 GMT -8
Nartaga pointed to a component of the engine, and looked over to the Jawa who was peering over the edge of the side, watching Nartaga's choice. The Jawa spoke something Nartaga didn't quite catch and smacked the Tusken's hand, shaking his head. Nartaga balled his hand up and looked over the insides of the engine again. He shrugged and sighed. The Jawa, obviously annoyed at his student's inability to learn, gave Nartaga a swift kick to his shins. Nartaga sturdied himself and simply glared at the Jawa, who seem to get the message in the eyes behind the goggles.
Nartaga simply walked away. He was trying, but a lot of this technology was still way above his head. He could not believe most offworlders could understand it either. It just seemed like a bunch of pipes and wires, with a reactor engine. But if something bad happened, like the last time he had decided to go off world, he would need to know how to fix it. He would not have the help of a Jawa mechanic. While they were unreliable, shady, and hard to understand, they did know what they were doing when it came to technology.
His thoughts went back to the Kumumgah. They had once traveled amongst the stars. They had mastered spaceflight. They had understood these things, and here he was, their descendant, unable to understand how a simple starship engine works. He laughed to himself. He had just called a starship engine simple. He was also sure that not all Kumumgah were experts in the advanced technologies they had created. He could learn...No....He would. He had to. But it would be long and very testing. But he had to continue. He walked back over to his "teacher" to start his lessons over again. Today was going to be very long.
Nartaga pointed to a different part on the inside of the engine, and looked over to the Jawa next to him. His hand was swatted away again, and Nartaga felt his blood boil in his veins with frustration. Very long, indeed.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 10, 2014 21:30:59 GMT -8
Nartaga stood on the plateau once more. His "lessons" were done for the day, and the Jawas and Tuskens had gone back to tinkering away at the ship. Sparks flew in every direction as plasma torches cut pieces of metal from gathered wreckage. Tatooine was covered with crashed starships. The sand preserved them well. R'Crurak and Jawa teams were scouring old wrecks for anything worth salvaging and bringing it back here. The R'Crurak clan had long ago started collecting scrap, but Jawa sandcrawlers were much more efficient than Banthas strapped to trailers. They still needed a working hyperdrive, as well as shielding. Not something easily found. Nartaga had a small inkling of where they might find useful scrap. Maybe even something that was still functional.
The ship Nartaga had crashed in, the first time he had went offworld. It had been mostly intact, at least structurally speaking. It had been a decently sized craft. There was no way it would ever fly again, but maybe fate was on his side. It was worth a look. So he had told several Jawas and R'Crurak Engineers about it, and they had agreed it was worth a scouting. The only problem was that the wreck was in hostile territory. Another tribe of Tuskens, long-time enemies of the R'Crurak clan controlled that part of the Dune Sea. They were significantly weakened by the civil war, which the R'Crurak had won, but Nartaga did not want to step on anyone's toes. It was a delicate time for many tribes and clans on Tatooine. The R'Crurak stood strong, while many others that had stood against them were weakened by the conflict, having suffered heavy losses. None dared to go against the R'Crurak, but it was a bitter truce. Small pockets of Tuskens still believing they were right in creating war.
Nartaga put his gloved hand to his chin, and shook his head. A Meet would be ideal, to secure safe passage. Maybe even gain some allies, if the remaining chieftains could see past the, well, past. He was still unsure why the Civil War had started. The R'Crurak had been nothing but peaceful. Blood feuds were no reason to try and attack a clan as strong as the R'Crurak. Maybe he could learn about the origins to the conflict as well.
Nartaga stood up and began to head back down to the lower section of the Enclave. He had to make preparations, send couriers, and hope for responses.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 13, 2014 19:24:38 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh'R'Crurak, Chief Tusken Engineer, if you could imagine a Tusken Engineer, was busy tinkering away at the main power coupling for the engine of the ship they were building alongside the Jawa clans the Council had brokered treaties with. It was interesting to be working with Jawas. They knew what they were doing, but they were always trying to cut corners. Cutting corners to cause the ship to explode, and Kar'Orzh was sure to remind them that. Still, their skills were impressive. He had made friends with most of the Jawas that were assigned to him, and they were very vocal about their own abilities. Kar'Orzh could understand their cockiness, but he had little patience for it. Cockiness was one thing, slacking off around the moisture vaporator was another. He had had to yell and threaten several for them to understand he was in charge, and he was a no nonsense kind of Tusken.
Kar'Orzh looked over to one of the Jawas next to him. He had mentioned a certain Jawa before, and he was interested in learning more. If this Jawa was gifted, he could be of great help.
=Kar'Orzh=
"You said he was exiled for being too good? That's a bit excessive, isn't it? Wouldn't it just be better to let him do his job?"
The Jawa set down his tool kit and dusted his hands on his robes. The diminutive being shook his head rigorously.
=Jawa in Jawaese=
"You misunderstand. It is one thing to be good at fixing things, it is another to waste resources on pet projects that could be used to fix up droids and vehicles. Staed was always strange, even for a Jawa."
Kar'Orzh nodded his understandingly. Regardless of what his talents were used for, given a purpose this Staed could be of great use to the R'Crurak's efforts to get this ship ready for flight.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Do you know where Staed moved when he was exiled?"
The Jawa waved a hand dismissively. It was obvious he did not like what Kar'Orzh was poking around in.
=Jawa in Jawaese=
"I think he might have mentioned something about Tosche Station in Anchorhead, working with aliens to keep the settlement running, I'm guessing."
With that information, Kar'Orzh set his tools down and stood up. He began to walk off towards the direction of the speeders. He called back to the Jawas working on the ship.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Take the rest of the day off while I'm gone. You've all earned it."
He knew he would probably regret that, but forcing anyone to work non-stop was only going to create problems, problems that would never arise with proper rest. The Jawas did not argue with the kindness, and almost immediately put all their tools up and began heading to the quarters arranged for their stay. A few watched the speeder Kar'Orzh rode as he went down to the Gates, and then towards Anchorhead.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 2, 2014 6:54:59 GMT -8
Nartaga had been watching for messengers ever since he had returned from the meet with the other clans' leaders. They were strong willed, but weakened by conflict. If the R'Crurak really want to, they could take the other clans and their territory without hardly a fight. But Nartaga insisted on peace. Peace would bring them together. Conflict could work, but the loss of life would put all Tuskens on a path of decline. They must try and find any other way to unite them under one banner. The R'Crurak Councilors were in constant sessions, discussing the future of not only the R'Crurak clan, but the future of the Tusken people. Other clans had already joined, but it was a small fraction of the amount of clans that still clung to the ways of independence and violence. It was a constant struggle trying to appease the better nature of these clans.
Nartaga walked up the steps of the Enclave wall, and picked up a pair of binoculars from a Sentry on guard. Looking through them, he gazed off into the west. He had guessed right. Far off he could see a few Banthas, ridden by Tuskens, headed towards the Enclave by the looks of it. He turned his head to a nearby Sentry.
=Nartaga in Tusken=
"Tell the other Councilors that we have guests."
The Sentry put his fist to his chest in a salute of some sort and ran off to the Great Hall, to pass the message to the clan's leaders.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 10, 2014 9:56:32 GMT -8
The trio that had come from the Dune Sea, the Shaman, the Sentry, and the Tusken known as Six. The Shaman pointed to the Enclave Wall, made of sandstone, while the gate was supplemented with metal to strengthen it. Banners from many clans flew above the buildings. The Enclave was a hub of Tusken culture, held by the R'Crurak clan. Many swore loyalty to the powerful R'Crurak clan because of their power. The Enclave itself was the size of a small city, and had been added onto over the years. The Bantha-class assult shuttle was seen in the distance, flying above the Enclave, back to the plateau on the right mountain, finished with its perimeter scouting.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"Behold the Sand People Enclave. The greatest hope for our people in the Sands of our home."
The lead Sentry scoffed and turned to the two.
=Sentry in Tusken=
"Since you two have become so friendly, you take the female to see the Council. I am going back to the camp."
The Shaman bowed his head and gestured for Six to continue on. The Sentries standing guard on the wall could be seen, and as they got close, the Shaman pulled out a seal, made of Krayt Dragon bone. It was a small, round, intricately carved seal with the R'Crurak clan symbol in the center. He held it above his head, and channeled his energy into it. The R'Crurak symbol grew brighter, glowing with a light as bright as the suns. The Gate slowly opened.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"When you meet the Council, do not worry about being too formal. Show them the respect they deserve, and say what you came to say. Nartaga will hear you out. He is the closest thing to a Chieftain the R'Crurak has. Just be honest."
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 10:33:48 GMT -8
Six had not seen the Enclave before. She stood there gaping under her Tusken garbs, baffled by the monument her previous people could build. She wondered if the Mistress had ever built something like this, and not just the Crucible.
She watched the shamans actions with the bone sigil with great interest and saved a mental note about it.
Nartaga. Mistress did tell of her short experiences on this planet. She remembered this name, Nartaga.
-Six in Tusken-
"I did not come to make enemies, Shaman, but I did not come weak neither. I will do my best. I thank you for your assistance. Hopefully what I come bringing will be thank you enough."
In truth, she really believed that. Naive and young she was.
She followed through the gate, and waited to be introduced and invited to the council. While waiting, a little girl ran up to her curious about her golden Gaffi stick. Six watched the little girl who was uneasy by the newcommers clanlessness and throphy Gaffi stick, trying to muster bravery to act or ask about her. Six was faster. She reached into a pocket of her backpack and pulled a couple chocklate tasting nutrition bars and reached one to the little girl, breaking off one end of it and ate it.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 10, 2014 11:08:35 GMT -8
The Shaman watched Six as she was approached by the Uli-ah. He walked off to the side and spoke to several of the Sentries near the Gate, obviously speaking to them about Six, trying to get her to the Great Hall, where the Council was in session. The Sentries nodded, and the Shaman Initiate gestured for Six to follow him up the path to the Great Hall.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"The Council is already in session with several liasons from other clans. You are in luck that you do not have to wait for them to gather. Come, this way."
The Shaman Initiate continued up the path to the Great Hall. The two large doors were carved with the history of not only the R'Crurak clan, but the Tuskens as a people, dating back to the time of the Kumumgah, and their fall from power with their planet's bombardment. The four Sentries that stood guard at the doors stopped the pair, and the Shaman stepped up, showing them the seal he had used to get into the Enclave. They nodded and let them pass. The Shaman opened the door to the right and gestured for Six to enter. Inside the five Councilors of the R'Crurak clan could be seen speaking to several other Tuskens.
=Shaman in Tusken=
"Good luck."
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Post by Atia on Feb 10, 2014 14:02:26 GMT -8
--------- More then a year in the past, on a planet far far away-----------
-Blackadder-
"Tatooine, Ma'm?"
"Yes, Tatooine. Matar was not stupid when he gave the order to take that world. None claim it, but it has great potential if you can tame it."
-Blackadder-
"I remember Ma'm. Taking it is not the same as holding it. I still get Gaffi-dreams. But what did we learn from it?"
"Tatooine can never be taken, nor tamed. Not after our will...
But...
... It can be controlled. From within."
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As the child departed with her spoils, Six saw that the shaman was waiting for her to come. She had long pondered how she would act. Not even her knew what happened in the council. To start with, she didnt even know this council existed. Her hopes lied in the fact that the strongest warlord holds the Enclave. Persuading one dominant mind is a lot easier then a unison of many. Then, she remembered her Mistresses words. "When you seek the sand peoples heart, the answer should be in the sand itself". Wisdom from a woman whom had tormented her life. Wisdom from the woman, whom had raised her from the weak.
She didnt know why, but she believed it. Her people came from the sand, and the sand is the answer to their hearts.
Taking out a cloth from one of her packs, she gathered a couple fistfulls of snow in it and closed it as a bag. With it in hand she followed the Shaman.
Luck, she had not. The shamans good wishes lasted short. She had stumbled upon a meeting. Uninvited. For a moment she froze. She could see the clan markings, on both councillor and guest. She knew that the mouthing Sentry was right. She had no clan, thus no respect. They could simply exile her upon threat of death if they didnt like her sight long enough. She knew she had to act.
She didnt interfear with the ongoing meeting. That would be rude beyond comparison. Instead, she would make the Councillors AND the guests more interested in her, instead of what they were talking about.
She took a couple steps along the wall towards the councillors just enough so they all could see her in good light. She sat down as is custom for Sand People, with the gaffi crossing over the bent legs, and laid her bag beside her. She then took a roll of cloth out from the bag and rolled it open. It was a tool holder roll for some tools. Then, she slowly pulled her E-11, unloaded its energy cell, dislodged the modified cooling unit, snapped out the power housing, detached the sight rail, folded the stock, pulled out the modified fireing mechanism, turned out the trigger mechanism, folded out the weapon and put all parts neatly on the rug before her. Then she cleaned every part with a brush, and put them together. This, by the last count took her 59 seconds, but she might have been a couple seconds late because of the extreme pressure she had never felt before, not even when scolded with horrific punishment when failing to beat the record.
When she was done, she felt like something was missing. There was a perfectly good E-11 blaster before her, ready to be fired and perfectly sell-able. What was missing?
"When you seek the sand peoples heart, the answer should be in the sand itself."
She took the little bag of sand, and then poured it all over the weapon. She rubbed it in, gathered it up and poured it on the weapon again and again and again, she made sure the weapon got sand all over it.
All the while, she watched if she had gotten the councillors attentions.
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 10, 2014 19:31:42 GMT -8
Nartaga and the other four Councilors had been in talks with several other speakers from other clans. These speakers were from the very clans that the R'Crurak had been at war with not even two years ago. The talks were going well, and revealing much about the truth about the war. Manipulation by Dark Outsiders, described as demons in the flesh of the living. Nartaga put his hand to his chin and tried to envision the image in his mind. It was not difficult, but he knew that the liaisons were embellishing. Nartaga had met several so called Sith, but they were men, and men could be slain. They were not demonic, and if possessed of anything, it was the power they had discovered.
Nartaga and several of the other Tuskens in the Great Hall looked up from their business for a moment to see a Shaman gesture in another Tusken. They quickly returned back to their business, but Nartaga's gaze lingered for a few more moments. Something did not seem right about this Tusken. Her aura was...off. He could not put his finger on it. Still, she could wait until they were done with negotiations for the day, and so he returned to the incredibly interesting topic of territory.
And then the Tusken took out a weapon. This immediately caused several of the Sentries to tighten the grips on their gaderffii. Nartaga and Rik'Ur both looked at one another, Rik'Ur nodded his head towards the Tusken, and Nartaga shook his own in response. Still, the liaisons were more than a bit disgruntled. They had been at this for hours, and had made good progress. Perhaps it was time to see to the needs of the few for now. The R'Crurak Councilors excused themselves, and the liaisons bowed and slowly left, keeping their eyes locked on the Tusken that had entered the Great Hall. These Tuskens represented broken clans, broken by the aftermath of the Tusken Civil War. They were weakened, but far from defeated. They knew they would not survive without aid, and joining with the R'Crurak was beneficial to both sides. As they got closer to Six, they averted their stares, and walked by as if she was not there.
Nartaga was the first to approach Six, after the liaisons left. Still sitting behind him were the other Councilors; Rik'Ur, head of the R'Crurak Sentries, K'Shir, wife of Ish, one of the greatest storytellers the R'Crurak had ever had, filling in for the recently deceased Councilor until another could be found, Gr'Ish, a R'Crurak who had been captured by the Eye of Palpatine and had returned after years away from Tatooine, and finally Ruk'Arr, leader of the Shamans, appointed after the disappearance of the Elder.
Nartaga knelt next to Six on one knee, and asked the only thing that was on everyone's mind.
=Nartaga in Tusken=
"Why do you dirty your weapon? If it is to get our attention, you have achieved that."
The last few words came out with a chuckle.
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Post by Atia on Feb 11, 2014 6:58:29 GMT -8
Six sweatted more then the heat let her. Nervous, and under pressure. She could have babbled, she felt that babbling came over her, and there is nothing as horrid as babbling in a language that sounds like a Nerf giving birth. She gained controll over herself, and simply told the council why she did.
-Six in tusken-
"Because it works still."
She took a little ring on the side of the weapon and pulled it. The mechanism inside made a faint noise as air rushed through the innards of the weapon and sand flew out through the aircooling openings. Then, she reached into a pocket and got a 1000 credit chip. She threw it high over her head, aimed it in and just at the top of its arc, she hit it with a stun bolt, letting the chip fly far and land on the ground.
She stood up, and reached the weapon to the closest Councillor. Nartaga.
-6 in tusken-
"E-11 blaster modified for desert use. It comes with a cleaning kit, and it can work far longer without maintenance then normal blasters. It recirculates Tebana gas, making it one of the most Tebana gas saving weapons and turns it into the most valuable weapon on worlds that lack Tebana Gas mining or trade.
The Banshee clan has a factory creating these weapons, and the Banshee clan is ready to sell the Tusken people these weapons and energy cells.
I am Six of the Banshee clan."
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 11, 2014 7:28:06 GMT -8
Nartaga could not help but smile at the display. It was indeed an odd time for his people. Outsiders were able to get one of his own to try and sell weapons to them. How they had managed to get this woman to agree to this was beyond him, but perhaps there was more to it. The only person who seemed incredibly interested was Rik'Ur, the R'Crurak Sentry leader. He stood up to get a better look at the weapon as it was fired.
Nartaga took the weapon from Six and inspected it. It was indeed of fine design, far better than the few outdated blasters they had acquired over the years, and more powerful than their Cycler slugthrower rifles. But Nartaga was even more troubled by the name of the Tusken. Six, a number, not a name given to her by Tuskens. She must have been taken and re-educated by outsiders. The collar around her neck proved his suspicions. He tried to act as if he did not notice this. Few of his kind had been among Outsiders as much as him, and he did not want to unsettle the other Councilors. He brought his face close to Six's whispered in Basic, so not to be overheard by the others. Most of the other Councilors were not as fluent as he was in the Outsider's language.
=Nartaga=
"I do not know why Outsiders would want to sell us arms, but if they hold you against your will, we can protect you..."
He stood up and handed the weapon back to Six, and extended a hand to help her up. He returned to speaking his native tongue.
=Nartaga in Tusken=
"Surely a fine weapon, but we have little that this Banshee clan would find valuable. I assume you mean Outsiders, for you speak of a factory, and there exists no such place on Tatooine."
At the mention of Outsiders, the other Councilors looked to one another and began whispering amongst themselves. Nartaga glanced behind him to look at the other Councilors, before turning back to Six.
=Nartaga in Tusken=
"What makes those that you represent think we are in such need of weapons? Did you tell them of us?"
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