Tatooine Training (pm before joining)

[Darth Banshee]

Spoiler

[member="Jorus Merrill"] has bounty on me, whilst I am busy to start a thread for it, you can hunt me here if you dare

[member="Serene"] [member="dwjonez"] [member="Enduri Jaii "] [member="Adi Rost"] [member="Txon Taronyu"]
She had taken a boa class frigate to the planet, and set it down in the dune sea so not to be disturbed by the locals.

Darth Banshee had come train acolytes on Tatooine, as it was the hottest place she could find without going to korriban, which was now owned by the Silver Sanctum Coalition. She had arrived to oversee the training of hundred and twenty acolytes, they where in groups of six, each had there own overseer. The object was to whittle them down to just the few worthy of progressing. She also had a lot mercenaries here, and droids to protect the encampment, as well as slaves to build the encampment. The first job they had to do was simple, they get there tents set up, and meet the overseers. Then at same time they would meet there five other rivals, they where given a garment to show they where initiates, of the dark brotherhood. Only after they passed there first trial, would they be considered an acolyte.

As she watched the everyone make encampment, she got her slave to bring her glass of water, as she watched them toil in baking heat. She was dressed in her light phrik weave, anything else would be too hot to wear. After the initiates made there tents, they would be assigned to there first test on this planet, and it was not going to be easy.

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda Fir had to set up a tent on Tatooine. "Why do I have to do this?", he wondered aloud. A fellow initiate looked at him, annoyed. "Shut up, idiot", he said loudly. "What gives you any privilege to order me around?" Noda replied. "You too are an initiate", Fir continued, yet the initiate ignored him. Noda had already realized the answer to his question. In his black garb, he would be very uncomfortable out in the sun without any shade.

Noda started thinking about his past choices. Should he really have gone with the black-garbed force-user? The sith promised him a home, yet instead he got a small tent he had to set up. And even worse, it was on Tatooine, an incredibly hot desert planet.

 

[Enduri Jaii]

Enduri had brought all sorts of camp equipment , automatic tents , firewood , firestarters and even marshmellows, but with the heat of Tatooine he didn't think he'd need a fire to cook the marshmellows. He pulled out from one of his 5 bags , an automatic tent and , just opened it up and trowed it in a spot he found to be perfect. It was a three-roomed tent , nothing too fancy. He took his bags inside and stored them in one of the tents.
All dressed in white , he was now ready to go and meet the overseer [member="Darth Banshee"] .

He left the vacinity of his tent and went near the woman to greet her "Hello , I'm Enduri Jaii , prince of Rionda , from the planet Rishi."

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda Fir looked around, only to see some rich guy. This person had so much, such a head start. He continued to watch this person, dressed in such nice white robes. It was the end of Noda being calm when the person dropped down an automatic tent. Fir clenched his fists with anger. This person just has to drop a tent, while Noda has to set up his own? "This is the reason I hate rich people" Noda said to himself. He looked again and realized something. It was huge, an entire three rooms, probably.

Noda realized something, through his rage. The man in white probably wouldn't notice if just a few thing were gone. Fir quickly finished setting up his tent, and started walking to the overseer. As he passed the automatic tent he scouted out the person's supplies. He walked over to the overseer, at the same time as the rich person. Noda lingered, and heard the man's name. Enduri Jaii, who was apparently royalty. Noda then intruced himself to the lady. "Hello, I'm Noda Fir, thief, from the planet Nal Hutta".

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Enduri Jaii "][member="Noda Fir"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

The desert planet looked far more serene from the distance of space than it did on the ground, being a beautiful golden gem in the sky instead of a sandy deathtrap of a planet. Jorryn had never been to Tatooine before, and was a bit hesitant when offered the chance to train with a Sith Master. She wasn't used to visiting planets that were considered nearly uninhabitable, preferring instead to stay in comfortable modern cities such as Coruscant. As soon as Jorryn got off of the transport ship she instantly regretted wearing a black uniform made of heavy cloth. She noticed that the encampment was already extremely populated, mostly by slaves and mercenaries to protect the camp. She was a bit put off at the thought of living in a confined space with these type of people, but she would be fine as long as they kept their distance. One of the slaves was a wookie, good for labour and not much else. "You there, carry my equipment to the encampment." She ordered the slave, motioning towards the supplies that she had brought along. The wookie gave an annoyed growl, but with a deathly stare from Jorryn he quickly picked up her bags and made his way to the encampment. The sun beat down on her heavily as she made her way to the main training ground with her slave which was filled with many other initiates, many looking much worse for wear than her. She used the force to help regulate her body temperature, but this only gave the slightest relief.

"Set it up there slave, I expect it to be done fast."

The wookie gave another growl of disapproval, but quickly set to his work and made her tent. The tent was luxurious, it was made of silk and had two separate compartments, one of which she had her bed and other common bedroom furniture set up, the other one was used for the storage of food as well as her personal equipment. "Finish making my tent then get out of my sight. I can't stand the sight of a lowly creature like you." She said this with an unnecessary harshness as a way to make sure that the other Sith had heard it as well. The wookie finished putting the tarp overtop of the tent and then immediately left, trying to get sand out of his matted hair. The beast did an acceptable job and the tent was set up well-enough that Jorryn shouldn't find the planet so bothersome if she was inside. With one last inspection of the tent, she made her way towards the overseer. As she made her way through the door of the tent, she noticed two other men were also trying to get the Sith Master's attention but decided that they weren't worth her attention. The Sith looked quite small, though Jorryn knew that that was no indicator of a persons strength. As she approached the overseer, Jorryn clenched her hand in a fist and put it in front of her chest as she made a bow towards the Sith Lord. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Darth Banshee, I have heard much about your strength in the dark side and I am eager to learn from you personally."

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda Fir lingered on his way back to his tent, gathering information. A female human passed by him, acting as if he and Enduri were not there. She did a bow to the overseer, and introduced herself as Jorren Char. She also decided to flatter Darth Banshee, and complimented her strength in the dark side. At least this person didn't attempt to stand out as much as Enduri did in his White robes. "This is why I stick by myself", Noda muttered quietly. "I see the worst in everybody".

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Enduri Jaii "] [member="Noda Fir"] [member="Jorren Charr"]

She was unsure why the initiates thought they were worthy of talking to her, but none the less they did. She looked at the woman, she was obviously try to get on her good side which would be good strategy, if she survives the first trial. Well before I will teach you anything, you have to survive the first trial. As surviving is what being sith is all about, but I am sure you pass the first test. Which I am about to announce.

She then got up, and said to all the hundred and twenty initiates assembled. Her voice became harsh as the sun, with no sign of wavering.
Initiates welcome to tatooine, you have water and shelter, but I forgot to pack your food.
Your first trial is simple, you must feed yourselves for a week, on this desolate planet.
Hunt and kill and cook your own food, I don't care what you eat, or even if you eat.
Fail and you will starve to death, survive the week, and I will accept you as an acolyte.
Then you will get your first reward, die and you will be forgotten.

She then picked up a nice juicy apple, and bit into it. She then let juice flow down the side her mouth, and smiled a she turned the back on them.
Tatooine was the trial, survive it, and they advance to next level.

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda listened to the first task from the female sith. "I just have to feed myself" He said to himself. "Interesting". He looked over at the initiate who told him to shut up earlier and formulated a plan. Noda would wait for him to collect food, then take that person's food. He looked over saw Enduri Jaii. Noda quickly realized that Jaii already had some food. Fir then realized that an alliance would be handy, even if it was with Enduri. Especially if it was Enduri.

Noda walked over to Jaii and stuck out his hand. "Alliance?"

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Noda Fir"] [member="Jorren Charr"] [member="Enduri Jaii "]


The overseers had already realised, some of the Initiates had brought there own food. There was going to be no cheating on this, and as the initiates listened to Darth Banshee speak. There food was taken away, a few resisted, they where put knocked down. The test simple hunt for your food, not have food available this was no comfort ride.

One Initiates did put a fight for it, as he did two droids shot him the back. Bam Bam Bam, there blasters went as they killed the initiate. Then dragged his body out, Darth banshee would not care. She had whittle hundred and twenty in to twenty, many more where going to die.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Enduri Jaii"] [member="Noda Fir"]

Jorryn's eyes shot to the man standing in black armour, telling that she had heard his snarky little comment. She quickly sized the figure up, he wasn't too imposing, being nearly the same size as her. "I'll be sure to kill that roach first." She thought to herself as her gaze returned back to the Sith Lord in front of her, lowering her hands as she came back up from the bow.

"I thank you for your vote of confidence Master." She said with a smirk. Her mood was uplifted by the complement she got from the Sith lord, though of course Jorryn already knew that she would pass the trial easily.

Jorryn listened carefully as the Sith Lord announced what the trial was, her grin turning into a small frown as she heard that they would be forced to hunt for their own food. She had never been hunting before, aside from chasing down a few escaped slaves and prisoners, and this challenge didn't help to make her want to survive. Jorryn looked out to the desert with discomfort. She hated the sand, it was course and rough and it got everywhere. The beating heat of the sun only worsened her mood as she would have to go out and chase something down. She wouldn't let her feeling of melancholy show to the Sith Lord and turned back to face her with a straight face. "I shall take my leave then and get right on finding myself some food." She said with another small bow before she turned around and made her way back towards the tent area, shooting violent glares towards both of the men that were with her.

The first thing that Jorryn did was find a few slaves that looked relatively in shape and she demanded that they find her a palanquin to take her out for hunting, and that they be sure to bring some hunting equipment. As they collecting their gear she went and quickly surveyed the rest of the initiates.

 

[Manah]

was this temperature supposed to hobbel her in some way?
Missan smiled looking at the crowds of black leather clad " Sith " hell most of the females were dressed like Bondage bikini models.
she supposed that was the Darksides downfall after all. it wasn't very fashionable. here she was in red. sure she stuck out like a Wookie in a spelling bee but it was a more forgiving color in this heat.

 

[Enduri Jaii]

He heard the overseer's test with attention. Not that hard, just need to trade with the locals. . He then looked over at the man that was proposing an alliance. He knew the Sith ways, and the man was probably trying to trick him. He felt it in his voice , it was the same voice the General made when trying to trick the Prince into accepting one of his deals. He turned around and said "No , thanks." , then left to go inside his tent.
He got some pillows and a backpack , and packed the backpack with firewood , pillows and some edible wood. As he noticed the food he had packed had been taken away , but they didn't seem to notice that some of the wood in the central bag was perfect for eating. As he was going to leave his tent , he turned on the security system , incase someone started getting shady thoughts.

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Jorren Charr"] [member="Darth Missan"] [member="Noda Fir"]

 

[Noda Fir]

After he was turned down for an alliance, Noda Fir was deciding what to steal. After some thinking, he decided upon stealing from Jaii's luxurious automatic tent. He probably has so much, he won't realized anything was gone. Fir sneaked over to the tent and went in. As soon as he passed into it, an alarm went off. Who puts an alarm system on a tent. Noda ran away, back to his tent, where he proceeded to act naturally. Albeit, his regular state looks very, very suspicious.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Noda Fir"] [member="Enduri Jaii"] [member="Darth Missan"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

Jorryn found her survey of the rest of the initiates disappointing to say the least, none of them had managed to impress her. "How do any of them expect to reach the title of Knight?" She thought as she made her way back towards the tent area to grab a few things before she ventured out into The Great Dune Sea.

She smiled as she saw the slaves return with a palanquin to carry her out into the desert with, before quickly ducking into her tent. She took off heavier bits of her armour, viewing them as unnecessarily heavy and humid, and wrapped a lightweight scarf around her neck to protect from sunburn. Jorryn packed her armour into one of the cases that she had brought with her, and brushed the door of the tent to the side. She noted the weapons that the servants had chosen, three of them favouring regular blasters, though the final one had brought a vibroblade. "Maybe he was a gladiator in his past, not that it matters" She thought as she climbed into the seat of the palanquin, comfortably covered by a decent amount of shade.

The slaves lifted the palanquin as Jorryn pulled out a book to read while they made the journey out into the desert. A few hours into the adventure she heard the men panting, obviously a combination of the heat and the limited water she provided them. Suddenly one of them brought her attention to something. "My lady, there is something you should see." Jorryn got out of the lowered palanquin as the man with the vibroblade brought her attention to a rope lying on the floor. It was obvious that the rope had been left by another initiate, hoping to use it to find his way back. With a sadistic grin, Jorryn cut the rope and used the force to move it far away from it's former connection. She hoped back in the palanquin and left the severed rope behind to get lost in the sands of the desert.

 

[Enduri Jaii]

Enduri hadn't walked that far away , when he heard the alarm on his tent. The intruder should be shocked in the floor, thanks to the security system installed, that could only be de-activated by the 5 digit code. He decided it was best to continue and go to meet with the local moisture farmers, to exchange some of his equipment for food.

After walking about 500 meters from camp , he found , what seemed a little house entrance. He knocked on the door , and when it opened he was greeted by a lovely couple of humans, a man and a female. "Hello, you must be wondering why I'm here. Well, I'm apart of a crew that is setting up camp on Tatooine for some days. But our overseer forgot to pack food, so I'd like to exchange some of my goods for food, would you be interested?".
The woman quickly asked "Sure , what do you bring with you for exchange?".
The young man took his backpack off , and opened it. It revealed a pair of pillows and some firewood. He took out the pillows and handed one of each to the woman and to the man, and explained "These are pillows made directly from Dantooeian turkeys. The soffest in the galaxy.".
Both the woman and the man squeezed the pillows , to test their softness and the man responded "Well , there aren't many pillow sellers here in Tatooine , so sure we'll take them." , the woman went inside , while Enduri waited to see what the pillows would get him. As the woman came back , she brought with her a bag , with some loaves of bread. "There are about 10 loaves of bread in there.".
He was very excited , 10 loaves of bread on his first deal? Awesome! He happily shook the man's and woman's hands , closed his backpack and took off , to find some more customers.

[member="Darth Missan"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Noda Fir"] [member="Jorren Charr"]

 

[Ajarod Shova]

((This is Serene's character account))

In truth, the scorching heat of Tattooine's twin suns reminded Ajarod Shova of home. That they had been sent hunting only strengthened the parallels.

He'd been in plenty of other hot places over the years - magma worlds, droid refineries, starship reactor rooms - but somehow he flashed back to summer on Thracior, when his mother had shown him how to follow a trail and his father had made him strip and reassemble a blaster in less than fifteen seconds. The barren hills of sand, the utter dryness of the air, it was all dead and unpleasant, but even before he had been a slave he had learned to live with discomfort. As he watched the other slaves toil, building the huge encampment for [member="Darth Banshee"], he was struck again by how strange it was to not be among them, sharing their sweat and tears.

But he had been selected out for some purpose unknown to him. They had taken him from the hold where the other slaves were kept, given him a new garment, and put him among these strange hopefuls that had come from across the galaxy, seeking to bask in the Dark Lady's power and soak up some of it for themselves. Some part of him wondered if it was merely a cruel joke; another wondered if it was a true change in his fate. But he did not hope or dread. He inhabited the moment, this one moment when he was not breaking his back hauling heavy equipment but merely setting up a makeshift tent out of a few sticks and scraps of canvas. It was more home than he'd had in years.

Ajarod almost smiled at the announcement that they would hunt for their own food. He had done that since the age of six, and he knew that even on this barren planet there would be something edible lurking among the dunes. The other hopefuls were devising various strategies, from the rich boy [member="Enduri Jaii "]with the huge tent's attempts to trade with the locals to the thief [member="Noda Fir"]'s attempt to rob the rich boy to the noblewoman [member="Jorren Charr"]'s hunting expedition. It was the last that truly caught his eye. She had called for slaves to carry her palanquin, and all around the camp they were scrambling to obey. But the fourth slave, an old Twi'lek woman, was struggling to pick up her end. She had not the strength left in her.

Before he knew what he was doing, Ajarod slid into her place. It might be him one day, too infirm to work, and he knew that she would suffer the petty cruelty of the Sith if they saw her fail to carry out her duties. She touched his shoulder with the grateful half-smile of one too tired to speak, then slumped off to work on something else. And then they were off, the white-haired woman lounging in the shade as they panted and sweated beneath her, starved of water as sweat soaked their clothes and was whisked away by the arid wind. He watched as she ordered another hopeful's guide rope cut, and his heart twinged. She had condemned the poor soul to near-certain death with hardly a thought.

As they stopped, however, Ajarod spotted them: drag marks. They had to be tail tracks, likely belonging to banthas. "My lady," he said, his eyes carefully downcast, "a bantha herd has moved this way." He said no more - if he presumed to make a suggestion, he might well be punished for it. But if she did follow the tracks, perhaps he and the others would be allowed some small amount of scraps to eat - if only so that they had the strength to carry her back to camp beneath the blazing suns.

 

[Noda Fir]

Many of the other initiates had already gone off on their quests to find food, leaving Noda nearly completely alone, lounging on his chair. "I should probably attempt to get some food" He said to himself. And so he went off, to collect some food. He, eventually, came up behind a another initiate, the one who had told him to "shut up" quite recently. This initiate had just killed a bantha, and was collecting the meat.

Noda quietly walked up and got the initiate into a chokehold, pushed against his neck, and the initiate fainted. Noda pulled out a knife and stabbed the initiate. If i have to, I could eat him. He took the corpses back to his tent, and decided to use them for bargaining.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Noda Fir"] [member="Enduri Jaii"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

Jorryn's eyes drew to the slave holding onto the back poles of the palanquin as he told her of the bantha tracks. She felt that his face was familiar though she couldn't place it, probably a slave from some other world that she had been to. She put the thought to the back of her mind as her eyes wandered over to the small trails that were in the sand. "Well then it would be best if you followed them." She commanded. The tacks were relatively fresh, though she had no idea the exact time due to her lack of tracking skills.

The servants began to follow the tracks across the desert, marching for quite some time before the Bantha could be seen grazing on some food that had been left for them. "Damn, Tuskan raiders." Her eyes carefully surveyed the horizon as she failed to see any signs of the locals. Jorryn had no way to tell how many of them there were, but it couldn't have been too many judging from the small amount of bantha.

"Alright put me down and go fetch those Bantha. Try to lead them along with us, otherwise slaughter them and package the meat with the leather from the saddles." The servants gently set her down and went towards the pair of Banthas, carefully watching for any signs of Tusken activity. One of the servants who had brought a blaster began to unravel the rope that held them to the makeshift stable, trying to free it and pull it towards the palanquin. "C'mon you bloody beast, move those damned fee-" He was cut off by the shouts of Tusken warriors shrieking in the distance. There were only about six of them standing out in the distance, the sun to their backs. The slave tried to quickly reach for his gun, but was shot in the chest before he could bring it up to his eye.

The other slaves looked as though they wanted to run away, but they were between the Tusken and Jorryn. "C'mon you two, let's kill these savages." said the slave with the vibro blade charging towards the six raiders, obviously he knew what the punishment for betraying a sith was. The other slave began shooting at the Tusken raiders, quickly killing the one on the far left.

Another shrill battle call from the Tusken raider's came before they charged forward, the sun behind them blinding the slave charging them. Two Tusken raiders attempted to engage the man with the vibro blade though he put up an impressive fight, almost immediately killing one of the raiders before being matched by the other. Jorryn looked towards the third slave who she felt she had recognize, sternly telling him what to do. "Hurry up and kill them."

((Feel free to take control of the Tusken raiders and other slaves [member="Ajarod Shova"]))

 

[Ajarod Shova]

[member="Jorren Charr"]

All too quickly the situation fell apart. Ajarod had never seen a Tusken Raider before, but he'd heard stories about their ferocity told even on planets far from this dustball. Their fearsome masks and terrifying cries were unnerving enough, but it was also already all too clear that their weapons were deadly. One slave fell, his chest pulped into a bloody ruin before he could so much as raise his blaster. The rest of them sprang into action as the shock fell away, replaced by the pulse-thrumming focus of battle. Ajarod had been in fights before, and despite his lack of formal combat training he knew what to do. It was with a sense of guilt that he realized that his biggest concern was how the three of them would manage to carry the palanquin back without the help of the slave who had been shot.

As the slave with the vibroblade charged, taking off the head of one raider while his comrade put a blaster bolt through another, Ajarod stepped forward and knelt beside the wounded slave. With one hand he raised his blaster, laying down a stream of fire that forced the three Tuskens still charging forward to take cover behind the surrounding rocks. With the other, he found the ragged wound where the Tusken bullet had ripped into the slave and pressed his hand over it, using his bodyweight to keep pressure on it. The man - only a boy, really, he was younger than Ajarod - howled in pain, but it was a weak sound, and slowly it became more gurgle than scream. Through the Force, Ajarod could feel the damage the bullet had wrought. Shattered ribs, a collapsed lung, damaged organs.

Without medical supplies they could not possibly get in the desert, and would never be "wasted" on a slave anyway, it would be a slow and messy death.

Removing his bloody hand from the wound, Ajarod clasped the slave's hand in his own, squeezing tight. The noblewoman would never waste the time and space to carry him back; more likely she would leave him to die, slowly drowning in his own blood as his organs failed. This way was better. At least he wouldn't suffer further. At least he wouldn't be alone at the end. Or so Ajarod told himself. Giving the younger man's hand a final, firm squeeze, he committed the face of another lost soul to memory, another of the fallen to carry with him until he joined them. It was a strong face, bowed but unbroken, its story ended and forever untold. Ajarod raised the blaster. Before the man's eyes had finished widening, he'd put two bolts through the dying slave's face, ending his pain.

Looking up, Ajarod forced his emotions back into the deep recesses of his soul. He raised his blaster, letting the Force guide his aim, and shot the Tusken dueling the slave with the vibrosword cleanly through the back. The savage raider tumbled over with a surprised whimper, but Ajarod was already turning toward the remaining three. Circling the rocks, he flanked the trio as the other blaster-wielding slave moved forward. For all their ferocity, the Tuskens had lost the element of surprise and the advantage of momentum. They died quickly, torn apart in a crossfire between the two slaves; smoke curled up from their broken, charred forms, and Ajarod wondered if anyone would remember their stories, either. But he dismissed the thought as he checked his blaster's charge.

There might yet be more, and if he failed in his duty to the noblewoman, she would surely destroy them all. "By your command, my lady."

 

[Enduri Jaii]

Enduri knew that those loaves wouldn't last for the entire week. He decided it would be best to gather some of his other resources and gather some more food.
He went back to camp and entered his tent. As he entered he put in the code and went straight for the room where his supplies were.
He opened the bag , with his clothes. Why do I even pack these much clothes anyway? , he questioned himself. After a good time sorting trought his clothes , he took a big scarf , which he would put over his head to shield him from the heat.
As he was sorting trought his second bag , he thought to himself, Maybe , if I try to negotiate with the Tuskens, but what could I offer them? Oh yes! The moisture scanner. . He took out a small squared device , with some buttons and a small screen. Putting the little machine into his backpack , he left the tent and put the security back on.

[member="Noda Fir"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ajarod Shova"]