The high pitched whine of the speeders engine roared in the ears of the Tusken duo. Such a new sound for the two. Mere days ago they had acquired their new ride in a raid on a moisture farm. They rode Banthas since they were children. Now they ride their new steed, and where they went, Hell followed.
Settling below the horizon the twin suns were fading. The night chill beginning to arrive. A young boy, Arwen was his name, toiled away on a vaporator unit. Could have only been 10 years old. On the moisture farms, even the children worked. Those units needed constant maintenance. The boy kept at his chore until his ears picked up the faint but growing noise of the speeder bike. Curiosity got the better of him. Looking up he scanned for the vehicle with a hand raised to block out the brighter of the suns. Only took a few seconds but he made out the dust being kicked up. What and whoever it was, was making a straight line towards him. Odd the boy thought. Not deeply enough to note they were coming from the opposite direction of town. Nor that his father hadn't mentioned any visitors coming. Sure were in a hurry though. The boy dropped his hand down. And the unmistakable sillouette of a Gadderfii Stick became vistable in the light.
Arwen's tool bag dropped to the sand. A full sprint for the farmhouse. The roar of the speeder grew. The terrible warcry of the Tuskens. And an unusual sound. Arwen turned his head back. All his senses told him not to. But he did. It was that Gadderfii Stick being dragged over the sand.
They were upon him.
The Tusken swung.
"It's a hit. Ackwenno makes a line drive down left field! Yesh runs it in. That that's the Phase folks. Castel 6, Breentaal 5. I tell ya folks that was a real pressure cooker of a game..." - Holoscreen
The Holosreen was muted. Rex had aquirred the remote for it from under servers nose. She was in a cantina for a late breakfast in Mos Eisley. The town still was that beloved hive of scum and villany that no self respecting person should visit.. But there was business at hand. And the place made a very good Tibidon steak.
"Hey I was listenin' to that, cat." the server angerly spoke.
Quick to bite back, "You were. Games over though. And I need a refill on my Caf." Rex pointed her steak knife at the empty cup. "Pitter patter, lets get at 'er bud."
The server didn't push any further. Rex wasn't the kind of person others were likely to push around. And definitely not one to take it. He turned about to pour her another cup. Now then, with the noise reduced she could pick up more on the conversations of the few other patrrons. No good news to be heard around here. Lotta Tusken talk going on. Some moisture farm got raided and burned last night. Facts were already out though that they'd been on the warpath for a month. Not that the thousands of years of hostility had ever stopped, but the brew up lately was getting really bad. Lots of rumors why. No answers though. The rumors were why she was here though. A spacer Rex talked to two weeks ago on Ryloth had said that despite the hundred or so people killed, there wasn't a Tusken among that number. One survivor even stated to her that he shot one in the chest with his blaster rifle, barely even slowed him down. That got her suspicions up. You don't take a blaster bolt without good protection. And it's not like the Mando's left Beskar layingt around this planet when they left. Rex wanted her suspicions put to rest.
Settling below the horizon the twin suns were fading. The night chill beginning to arrive. A young boy, Arwen was his name, toiled away on a vaporator unit. Could have only been 10 years old. On the moisture farms, even the children worked. Those units needed constant maintenance. The boy kept at his chore until his ears picked up the faint but growing noise of the speeder bike. Curiosity got the better of him. Looking up he scanned for the vehicle with a hand raised to block out the brighter of the suns. Only took a few seconds but he made out the dust being kicked up. What and whoever it was, was making a straight line towards him. Odd the boy thought. Not deeply enough to note they were coming from the opposite direction of town. Nor that his father hadn't mentioned any visitors coming. Sure were in a hurry though. The boy dropped his hand down. And the unmistakable sillouette of a Gadderfii Stick became vistable in the light.
Arwen's tool bag dropped to the sand. A full sprint for the farmhouse. The roar of the speeder grew. The terrible warcry of the Tuskens. And an unusual sound. Arwen turned his head back. All his senses told him not to. But he did. It was that Gadderfii Stick being dragged over the sand.
They were upon him.
The Tusken swung.
"It's a hit. Ackwenno makes a line drive down left field! Yesh runs it in. That that's the Phase folks. Castel 6, Breentaal 5. I tell ya folks that was a real pressure cooker of a game..." - Holoscreen
The Holosreen was muted. Rex had aquirred the remote for it from under servers nose. She was in a cantina for a late breakfast in Mos Eisley. The town still was that beloved hive of scum and villany that no self respecting person should visit.. But there was business at hand. And the place made a very good Tibidon steak.
"Hey I was listenin' to that, cat." the server angerly spoke.
Quick to bite back, "You were. Games over though. And I need a refill on my Caf." Rex pointed her steak knife at the empty cup. "Pitter patter, lets get at 'er bud."
The server didn't push any further. Rex wasn't the kind of person others were likely to push around. And definitely not one to take it. He turned about to pour her another cup. Now then, with the noise reduced she could pick up more on the conversations of the few other patrrons. No good news to be heard around here. Lotta Tusken talk going on. Some moisture farm got raided and burned last night. Facts were already out though that they'd been on the warpath for a month. Not that the thousands of years of hostility had ever stopped, but the brew up lately was getting really bad. Lots of rumors why. No answers though. The rumors were why she was here though. A spacer Rex talked to two weeks ago on Ryloth had said that despite the hundred or so people killed, there wasn't a Tusken among that number. One survivor even stated to her that he shot one in the chest with his blaster rifle, barely even slowed him down. That got her suspicions up. You don't take a blaster bolt without good protection. And it's not like the Mando's left Beskar layingt around this planet when they left. Rex wanted her suspicions put to rest.
