Sand People Enclave

Six nodded. This was important for the mistress, this part of the negotiations. She deemed the people of the sand have one very important quality. Their view of taking slaves. Placing value on sentients.

-Six in tusken-
"Trade. The Banshee clan wishes trade of value. The Banshee clan has put work into making these weapons work and operate long time in the desert, time, effort and credits. These things are of Value to the Banshee clan, and that is what they want from the Sand People. That witch is of Value to the Sand People in return. Water, slaves, and knowledge."

Six said, while still holding the datapad in her hand, but raised herself to stand more erect. She will not be humbled in a negotiation, even if that witch she calls the Banshee Clans apology was unanswered. Six also noted all else that was said by the other councilors, for report home.

Smiling was nothing for a tusken. That, six knew, because smiles were not seen under the masks. She didnt have the reflex neither but she had understood the bodylanguage of smiles. She imagined a red lipped smile on yellow skin, one she knew very much. She imagined it, because she was sure that her mistress was smiling. That made Six glad. Why? Because to this question, she knew the answer. She felt closer to her goal.

-Six in tusken-
"I am here, Am I not?"

There was nothing else to say, and it was not a lie. She was released, so she was. She was allowed, no... ENCOURAGED to come home. She was in the land of her people, and she joined them. No. Helped them in their mission to reach the stars.
Six had become incredibly exited. Adrenaline washed over her, a tsunami of energy. She, a lowly clans lowly child was speaking to the most powerful of her people. She was helping them more then she ever could in a cave. And that, she could thank only the Mistress.
There was still a candlelight lit in the darkness, a whisper of hope and resistance. With every triumph of the Banshee inside the Tusken known as Six, the Tusken girl whos name was long forgotten was slowly vanishing, just as the light in that darkness.

That was the only obstacle? She didnt answer the question with purpous before. They had outlined the problem. No TUSKEN slaves.

-6 in tusken-
"The Banshee clan wishes trade of value. The banshee clan trades of its own value, to that witch is of value to the Tusken. If the people of dunes do not value their own as slaves, the Banshee clan does not want it."

She spoke very clearly, with strenght behind her voice, and she stood as a wall. For Outsider ears, this sounded horrid.

-6 in Tusken-
"See this collar not with pity, because I have earned it with great effort, and would not leave it behind. I ware it not with hate, nor because of restraint. I ware it because it is a symbol of my strength. A strength you may test, if you do not believe me."

The Tusken clan mother startled Six. Those new experiences she had taken to hers, the fear, the pain, the triumph in overcoming these weaknesses and moulding them into herself. None of the the new things she had learned, nor the hate, pity and affection she have felt from Mistress or sisters. None included the affection of true family. The Tusken mothers words moved Six down inside her. So did her words, but not how the Mother thought.
Dunes, and riding beasts with her kin. She was promised all that too, from red lips on yellow skin. With the sweet voice in basic and not in horrid hooting. She was promised a new desert, with not lame furry cows, but real beasts, predators, creatures that could level cities following her commands. Adventure, power, and the betterment of all tusken for the sacrifice of one. This all she had been promised by red lips on yellow skin.
And it was a young and naive heart it had found.

Six knew that she wouldnt get an answer at once. And she was thankful to be allowed to stay. Baby steps. She was told to make baby steps.

-Six in Tusken-
"I wish a task to preform. Something that makes me worthy to stay at a camp."

There was one last thing before departing the hall that six had to take up, beside answering the councillors...

-Six in tusken-
"I can hunt, fight, sing, write, speak basic, operate electronics, maintain and use weapons, I can touch the Force and I also can dance. You are welcome to use any of my skills to use as you wish."

... Question. SHe had a very important question, one that hopefully would gain their trust more. One that outlines the borders and rules she might have to break.

-Six in tusken-
"While out there with my Tusken brothers and sisters, may I speak of my time away? May I speak of the offer I brought? The weapons I have? Or do you want to keep my purpouse silent while you decide its fate?"

Her gaze through the mask was stern and dedicated.

-Six, in basic-
"I was freed from lies, given a future."

That young and naive heart beat quick. She believed her words, from that very heart, but still some doubt remained.

-Six-
"There was a raid a standard year ago by outsiders, Councilor. By spirits, spirits of an other world just like Tatooine, one with a soul. They made a trade of flesh, and never paid. A year has gone, and payment is due."

She didnt want the Councilor to know witch clan she was from at once, there was a war, many clans died out, many were lost. Six hoped it would be hard to track down the Sakkatt clan to question them before a . It was a mistake though, because the shaman and the sentries already knew she asked of the sakkatt clan. Her eager might upset her missions success. plus, she did not want to disrespect the councillor by not answering his question. She waited for the Councilor to accept her answer for the time being and let her out, she was not going to disrespect them by storming out neither.

She stopped and laid a hand on Nartagas shoulder in a reassuring way.

-Six in Tusken-
"Dont always expect the worst, Councilor. I was freed from lies, not truth. The Banshee clan were... difficult. -In tusken- Complicated. -Tusken end-. They thanked me for the wisdom of my people. How to filter water in the desert, how to hold heat without cloth in the night, how to read trails and feel the wind. They wished me to stay tusken, and so I remain. The banshee clan freed me from the illusion of freedom and gives me a purpose. Something else to do with myself then clean and cook and breed a clan.

When I saw what wonders their world held, technology, training, and their bond, I feared not for me, I feared for my people. I feared that one day my people would be in the way for a Force, and that Force would swat my people down like a desert buzzard.
I was asked. Six, what wish you do? I answered, to help my people.
Councilor, I was taken by force, but I remain Six of the Banshee Clan by will. All I wish is equal trade. You have already given something of Value. For that, you are given eyes in both dune and stars. Please, for me, at least this you accept."

It was felt that her Basic wasnt spot free, still a language she mastered. She let go of the councillor, unsure if she had done him wrong. The words had come to her so quick, so hasty her emotions controlled her words. She had hard time holding them back. She didnt lie, she was given this choice and she answered as told in her story. To Six, this was a great and charitable gift from her Mistress for accepting the Banshee life. This in itself put a huge wall between her new life and her Tusken life.
Six believed she was doing good.

Six Believed.

-Six-
"I understand, Councilor. You will decide in time and I will accept your decision."

Then, something unexpected happened. The councilor touched her mask. Six was used to being touched by now, and didnt flinch away, but what her felt was something new. She felt uplifted, filled with energy to do things. She felt the force wash over her. All she could say when it was done was:

-Six in Tusken-
"Thank you"

Looking in the direction nartaga pointed, she thought a moment. With this new energy, thoguhts came easier, and she realised she had a different way to fullfill her task.

-Six in tusken, loud enough for other tusken to hear in close proximity-
"A starship, councilor? I am glad to hear, but have you thought into the future? What happens when the tusken reach the stars? How many of the sand people can speak Basic? How many can fly?
I do not wish to give these weapons to slay enemies, Councilor. I wish to give them so every tusken can protect their family, so every tusken can hunt, so my people can be ready if death comes from the stars.
I thank you for the trust you give, by showing me this, but think of the future. If the tusken wish to reach the stars, you need help.
I can try to give that help.

Think on it Councilor."

She walked along with the councilor, and it was then she realised, she didnt know his name...

-Six in tusken-
"I am sorry elder, but I didnt... didnt get your name."

-Six in tusken-
"I am bound to return, am I not?"

With a cheerfull (however you can honk and gargle cheerfully in tusken) tone. And she took Nartagas point.

-Six in tusken-
"Your words speak wisdom Elder, and I udnerstand. It is your decision to make and I have said mine. I know I am still young, and have a lot more to experience before deciding the fate of an entire people.

I will go out to hunt. I have not hunted in these dunes before. Was one thing I always wanted to do."

Six looked out over the dunes mezmerized, allready longing for the hunt. She did a lot of hunting on Juvex, but the pray... the pray walked on two legs.