Djinn
The Sandman
The twisting dunes overrunning Tatooine were home to many oddities to the galaxy, home to many mysteries few had discovered. One such mystery was Djinn, he was both a fable and a tangible object, he had been whispered about among Tuskens and native travelers but few had ever had contact with the Tusken. He was a rogue agent of any tribes respectfully. He had been sentenced to roam the dunes and he adopted them as his own. He learned their language and how to listen to them, even able to predict when storms were coming. This robed Tusken warrior was a figment of the local lore, yet here he found himself, roaming through the unforgiving terrain.
He had been curious of a woman traveling the dunes for a day now. She had caught his attention when Djinn was headed trade supplies with an old acquaintance who lived outside Mos Eisley. The wayward woman had wandered too far into the dunes without checking her bearings and it seemed she had become lost. It was hard to tell what she was after, but she seemed set on finding it. Djinn stayed far enough behind her that with his robing and traditional Raider clothing, he was practically invisible. She, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb, no matter what she was wearing she didn’t know how to blend with the sand. Her movements seemed too blunt to blend with the swaying winds that scattered the tiny grains to and fro.
While she trekked through the sand, Djinn slithered, it was his natural terrain and he could cover a lot of ground without disturbing the sand enough that he was often akin to a stalking Krayt Dragon shortly before it makes itself known to prey. He had made sure the woman didn’t find herself in any trouble so far, having to threaten a scouting party of Tuskens out of attacking her already he knew she needed help soon. It was likely that she was completely capable, but Djinn would rather make himself known now and offer help rather than watch her get swallowed by the Dune Sea.
He waited for nightfall to come, he knew she would have to set up camp sometime. There was a rumble in the sands, they were shifting faster and faster, soon there would be a minor storm. It would likely only last the night, but it would completely reshape the sand and anyone caught in it would likely die. The warrior knew of a cave close by that could provide cover, granted no smugglers or convicts had the same idea considering they were still only a two day travel from Mos Eisley. When she decided to set up camp, Djinn made his move. He chose to come from the side, not the back, seeing as she would already be defensive and he didn’t want to scare her too. He was silent until he wanted her to hear him coming.
When he was about twenty feet away, Nyrrea would hear something that would alarm her if her Force powers hadn’t already. When she looked, she would see the six foot tall Tusken Raider, gaffi stick still sheathed across his back, blaster tucked away at his side. It was likely her first reaction would be to cut him in half with her saber so the warrior decided to plead his case before she could. “No harm.” His voice was guttural and broken, but it would get across. She hopefully would believe him. She needed his help if she wanted to last the night.
[member="Nyrrea Danton"]
He had been curious of a woman traveling the dunes for a day now. She had caught his attention when Djinn was headed trade supplies with an old acquaintance who lived outside Mos Eisley. The wayward woman had wandered too far into the dunes without checking her bearings and it seemed she had become lost. It was hard to tell what she was after, but she seemed set on finding it. Djinn stayed far enough behind her that with his robing and traditional Raider clothing, he was practically invisible. She, on the other hand, stuck out like a sore thumb, no matter what she was wearing she didn’t know how to blend with the sand. Her movements seemed too blunt to blend with the swaying winds that scattered the tiny grains to and fro.
While she trekked through the sand, Djinn slithered, it was his natural terrain and he could cover a lot of ground without disturbing the sand enough that he was often akin to a stalking Krayt Dragon shortly before it makes itself known to prey. He had made sure the woman didn’t find herself in any trouble so far, having to threaten a scouting party of Tuskens out of attacking her already he knew she needed help soon. It was likely that she was completely capable, but Djinn would rather make himself known now and offer help rather than watch her get swallowed by the Dune Sea.
He waited for nightfall to come, he knew she would have to set up camp sometime. There was a rumble in the sands, they were shifting faster and faster, soon there would be a minor storm. It would likely only last the night, but it would completely reshape the sand and anyone caught in it would likely die. The warrior knew of a cave close by that could provide cover, granted no smugglers or convicts had the same idea considering they were still only a two day travel from Mos Eisley. When she decided to set up camp, Djinn made his move. He chose to come from the side, not the back, seeing as she would already be defensive and he didn’t want to scare her too. He was silent until he wanted her to hear him coming.
When he was about twenty feet away, Nyrrea would hear something that would alarm her if her Force powers hadn’t already. When she looked, she would see the six foot tall Tusken Raider, gaffi stick still sheathed across his back, blaster tucked away at his side. It was likely her first reaction would be to cut him in half with her saber so the warrior decided to plead his case before she could. “No harm.” His voice was guttural and broken, but it would get across. She hopefully would believe him. She needed his help if she wanted to last the night.
[member="Nyrrea Danton"]
