Lari Vuqqoct
Tusken Raider
One of the scorching hot suns beamed down against the harsh wastelands of Tatooine, bleaching bones and decaying scraps of metal that occasionally peered out of the thick waves of sand. Which seemed to litter the entire planet leaving behind reminders of the harshness that the desert brings. On this day in particular the Tusken warrior known as Lari Vuqqoct was scavenging the remains of what seemed to be a recently raided Moisture Farm.
The farm seemed to be burning the architecture was riddled with holes from Cycler Rifles and Gaffi Sticks, Bits and pieces of rubble and pools of blood covered the sandy ground, however the bodies of the farmers seemed to have disappeared. Despite most of the water being stolen by another tribe of Tuskens, the warrior was able to find small bottles of the cold and refreshing liquid hidden in un suspecting places in the home. Behind various objects and hidden in hollowed out droids, the Tusken warrior proceeded to take the little bit of water from the farm. Placing the bottles and other containers in a large leather bag which was draped over her large Bantha.
The warrior then climbed atop the large hairy Bantha, lightly kicking it in it's sides causing the creature to begin heading away from the recently attacked farm. The Tusken Warrior slightly swaying back and forth atop the large Bantha. While riding the Bantha, the Tusken would suddenly pull on the reigns of the creature causing it to come to a full stop letting out a few heavy breaths. The Tusken would begin to look around the area, peering out into the empty desert. Searching for a non existent being she felt like something was wrong...she wasn't sure what it was but it felt strange to her.
Eventually the strange feeling would wear off and the Tusken would simply carry on her body continuing to sway slowly back and forth as she rode atop the large Bantha back towards her small campsite where her comfy cot made from various materials awaited her.
The farm seemed to be burning the architecture was riddled with holes from Cycler Rifles and Gaffi Sticks, Bits and pieces of rubble and pools of blood covered the sandy ground, however the bodies of the farmers seemed to have disappeared. Despite most of the water being stolen by another tribe of Tuskens, the warrior was able to find small bottles of the cold and refreshing liquid hidden in un suspecting places in the home. Behind various objects and hidden in hollowed out droids, the Tusken warrior proceeded to take the little bit of water from the farm. Placing the bottles and other containers in a large leather bag which was draped over her large Bantha.
The warrior then climbed atop the large hairy Bantha, lightly kicking it in it's sides causing the creature to begin heading away from the recently attacked farm. The Tusken Warrior slightly swaying back and forth atop the large Bantha. While riding the Bantha, the Tusken would suddenly pull on the reigns of the creature causing it to come to a full stop letting out a few heavy breaths. The Tusken would begin to look around the area, peering out into the empty desert. Searching for a non existent being she felt like something was wrong...she wasn't sure what it was but it felt strange to her.
Eventually the strange feeling would wear off and the Tusken would simply carry on her body continuing to sway slowly back and forth as she rode atop the large Bantha back towards her small campsite where her comfy cot made from various materials awaited her.