Tatooine Training (pm before joining)

[Noda Fir]

Noda realized that it was very immoral to be considering to eat another person. But he didn't really care. Whatever it takes, right , he reassured himself. He realized that the meat would be much more appetizing if he let it cook, and he could probably cook it. When he was about to get up, he saw Enduri get back into his tent, but he, apparently, inputted a code to turn off the security system. About a minute later, Jaii left the tent with a scarf.

And so Fir took out his bantha meat, and his human meat, outside to a remote location. He then used his vibrosword to slice open the bantha, and also sliced open the human. He sheathed his sword, and took watch over his meal.

 

[Manah]

Missan had left as soon as she heard the speech and the blasting had begun. she made her way to a small dune and plunked her self down and began to medetate.

a few hours later a group of jawa's approached the small child atteacted by the crimson robes.
pretending to be a lost child the jawa's fell into her trap.
taking her to there sand crawler they explained there plan to take her to Anchorhead partialy out of kindness and also in hopes of a reward.
Missan slaughtered the lot in there sleep.

she spent a few days rummaging arround for parts and living on the stored food. there were a few decent droid parts plus a few parts taken from an old hut. that resonated with the Force.
@Enduri Jaii[member="Ajarod Shova"][member="Jorryn Fordyce"][member="Noda Fir"][member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[TI-1027]

The Tusken swayed back and forth gently as she rode upon her shaggy and sand covered Bantha. It's tail dragging behind them leaving a nice trail behind them as they continued to ride towards a somewhat large Moisture Farm with enough water to drink for months. The Tusken stared intensely at the Farm and it's locals who seemed unaware of the large creature coming closer towards them in the distance and continued to work. Suddenly she pulled onto the reigns of the Bantha stopping the large beast in it's tracks which it proceeded to huff and growl back up at the Tusken which she than proceeded to tap at the side of the Bantha's head with her dull side of her Gaffi stick. She proceeded to listen to the sounds of various other Tusken Raiders screaming in agony and fear. The type of screams that she hadn't heard in quite some time not since the Krayt dragon attacked her Tribe's camp some years prior. The Tusken looked back at the Moisture farm her grip tightening on her Cycler Rifle before proceeding to turn the large Bantha around kicking it's ribs with her sand stained shoes causing the large creature to begin heading towards the direction of the screams and shots. "Skaterkst!" the Tusken said in her native tongue a cold chill riding up the Tusken's back a feeling that was completely foreign to her almost like something evil laid beyond the sandy hills where the sounds of terror came from.

 

[Manah]

Missan piloted the Sand crawler too Anchorhead and parked just outside while those others were out likely eating each other,,
she dawned a brown robe.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb7BcTR2wWQ
while those idiots were eating each others and starving to death. Missan would get fat with prophet.
she unloaded several droids.
" DETA NU MEE WAA. " * new Droids for sail *
" And compost too." she joked under her hood.

 

[Enduri Jaii]

As Enduri reached a Tusken camp , he was greeted by two of the natives ,which were holding some mace-like weapons. He introduced himself to the men , in Tusken language (( for yours and my sake , of using an online translator I'm gonna keep it English)) "Hello , I'm a traveller on your planet. I wish to trade with your leader. I have a machine that will help you find your promised water.". They turned to eachother and the left one nodded his head , the right one then went into the biggest building and when he came back he said "You , come and talk to great leader. You pull any tricks on us , you dead.Come with me.". The Tusken didn't seem very keen on communicating , perhaps because he made it up with his combat skills. The prince followed him into the building , where a man , with a more outstanding outfit was seated. He gave an order to the guard and he left the building.
"Hello traveller , please take a seat.", he said. Enduri followed the order and sat down on the sand. "I'm the leader of this encampment and you said you wanted to trade with us a device that will help us find our water promised to us by our Gods.". Enduri got his backpack on the table and opened it , taking out the Moisture Sensor at the same time he said "Yes, you see , this will indicate where there's moisture in the ground , and moisture mostly means that water can be extracted. I will give this to you , all I would wish in return is some food.". The man sent an hand gesture to the guard to his left and he left the building. He then asked "And how does this device work?". "Well , you press this button and this will show a line, if the line raises it means there's moisture , but if the line goes down it means that it's dry. The higher or lower the line goes , the wetter or drier that place is. It's that simple.". The guard came back bearing two full sacks of various fruits , which he laid in the table betwheen the prince and the Tusken. "I hope this covers the expenses.". Enduri nodded , shook the Tuskens hand and put the fruits in his backpack , but not before biting one of them and feeling the water inside it cool his insides. He then returned to camp , and went to meet the overseer.
"Hello , Great Leader [member="Darth Banshee"] , I have succesfully collected food enough for me and for you for 1 entire week.".

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

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

[member="Darth Missan"] [member="Enduri Jaii"] [member="Ajarod Shova"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

Jorryn was impressed by the work of the slaves, she was sure that a few would perish but somehow one had managed to save the day. This stirred her curiosity about the man even more as she racked her brain, trying to remember where she had seen the man before.

"Well done slaves, now get to work and slaughter those Banthas. Use the robes of the sand people to package them, they won't be needing clothes when they're dead." She said callously.

She watched as the slave with the vibro blade slaughtered the banthas while the other two began to package the meat, still she kept her eye on the one slave who had proved his worth. The lack of being able to grasp the memory had her angered, as her hands began to toy with her lightsabers subconsciously.

As the slaves finished packaging the meat she finally remembered where she had seen the man before, he was another hopeful, taken from the slave pits. She could barely contain her anger, a simple slave raised to the same level as her. But still she managed to stay calm for the moment as she ordered them to destroy the palanquin and turn it into the parasol for her, a moment of confusion among the slaves was dismissed with a quick flash of her burning eyes.

She grabbed the parasol in one hand and raised her lightsaber towards the slave she had recognized. "I remember I know you from know. You are a lowly slave, yet you think yourself to be worthy of the title acolyte." She growled, finally allowing her anger to rise to the surface.

"You two carry the meat, we're leaving. As for you, peasant. I will leave the desert to claim you, hopefully you will learn what your place is in the galaxy as the twin suns drain your strength." The other slaves began to move towards the one who dared call him sith, looking to stand against her with them.

With one fell swoop, Jorryn lobbed the head of the slave who had used the vibro blade from his shoulders. "Do as I say or you're next." The second slaves resolve died with the first as he carried the meat.

She left the former battleground as she made her way back towards the compound, using the makeshift parasol to protect herself from the heat. The slave who fancied himself a Sith would surely die out in the sands, hopefully prolonged by the scraps of the Bantha.

She had the slave cook up the Bantha meat as she went into the tent and slept, cleaning the sand out of her armour.

 

[TI-1027]

The Tusken eventually made it to the ruined battleground the sandy grounds littered with the naked corpses of various Tusken Raiders many of them dismembered with swift cuts defiantly not the work of some scared farmer or even a republican trooper. She proceeded to dismount the large Bantha gripping her Cycler rifle close to her chest in case who ever had attacked the small camp we're still around. Her wrapped head looking around for sight of any survivors or enemies alike. The sound of the sand crumbling underneath her sand covered boots echoed lightly in the surrounding area leaving fresh foot prints behind.

She then gasped out in horror as she saw various Banthas gutted with many pieces of flesh from their bodies removed. It could not be the work of simple hunters but something far more...well she couldn't put words to it she was far too horrified at the scene to even utter a single word. She simply looked upon the corpses of her fallen brothers and Banthas whispering a prayer in her native tongue before continuing to walk further in the remains of the camp site before stumbling across an unknown person possibly the person responsible she proceeded to poke at the unconscious body of the unknown person in strange clothing with the tip of her Cycler rifle her finger on the trigger.

Her sand covered boot pushing his body over to reveal his face he defiantly wasn't a farmer or a trooper she felt something strange off of him...she wasn't sure what it was but it felt..off she couldn't think of a way to describe it besides it feeling foreign to her. She then proceeded to shake herself back into reality the barrel of her rifle aimed directly at the forehead of the strange man and her finger steadily on the trigger. After a few minutes of aiming the rifle at the unconscious man she lowered her rifle and proceeded to sling it behind her back once again. Grabbing the man off of the sandy ground before dragging her new prisoner towards the large and shaggy Bantha before suddenly throwing the man onto the back of the large creature. "Dasku grah?..." (Jeez how heavy are you?) she said underneath her breath before mounting her Bantha once again and proceeding to ride off towards the opposite direction of the ruined battleground.

 

[Ajarod Shova]

[member="TI-1027"]

It was funny how fast a situation could find itself reversed. A moment before, Ajarod had been the warrior. Now, he found himself at the wrong end of a lightsaber.

He should have known that the noblewoman would recognize him. It had been a foolish risk to take the aging slave's place at the palanquin, and he'd known it even at the time. But he had wanted to help, that same self-destructive instinct that had sabotaged him so many times before. He knew he stood no chance against the Sith initiate, and his heart was both moved and frozen as the other slaves moved to stand with him, ready to return the favor he had done them by saving their lives from the Tusken Raiders. He knew before they did what their fate would be. The clean arc of the Sith hopeful's lightsaber ended the life of a second slave, his severed head frozen with a look between defiance and surprise.

He did not blame the other slave for obeying the noblewoman's commands. It was survival, and he would never ask another to die for him. His own fate was far less certain. He'd feared that the Sith initiate would simply kill or maim him on the spot, but it seemed she had decided that the desert sands would be crueller. She had not known that he was a survivalist, that enduring in the wild was a skill of his, but whether his training in the art of the hunt would be enough to get him back to camp was yet unknown. He felt the heat of the twin suns beating down on him, and as she and the remaining slave disappeared into the distance, he became all too aware that he'd had no water all day - and had none with him.

He wasn't entirely sure when he'd passed out. The relentless heat, coupled with dehydration, had done their work before he had made it far from the site of the ambush. When he awoke, he found himself slung over the back of a bantha - his suspicions that more Tuskens might be lurking nearby had been proven correct, and at his expense. Swallowing painfully, he forced the last of his saliva down his parched throat. The Tusken would be carrying some amount of water, or would be on her way to somewhere that had some. That would be his only opportunity to survive. Biding his time, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the Force. He would conserve energy, gathering his strength for an escape.

Ajarod had learned to be patient, and also to seize an opportunity whenever it was revealed. He would need both skills to live another day.

 

[TI-1027]

After an hour of riding on the shaggy sand covered Bantha the Tusken had finally arrived at a small abandoned Moisture Farm that had since been completely drained of all of it's water several blaster marks coat the outside walls signs of a battle that had taken place prior. The Tusken proceeded to hop off the large creature the rusty Cycler Rifle on her back swaying slightly with each move she made. She continued to tie up the Bantha on one of the many broken pillars that surrounded the abandoned farm before pulling the strange man off of the large beast and onto the sandy ground below causing a puff of it to fly up and onto the Tusken's wrapped face. She proceeded to pull at the man's shirt dragging him through the dirt and grime leaving a nice trail from the Bantha to the door way of the small house.

She proceeded to pick the man up and place him on a blood stained dinner table knocking over various dishes onto the floor many of which shattered when made contact with the solid floor. The Tusken traced back and forth around the table staring intensely at the man spread out on the table seeming to fade in and out of consciousness she needed answers and she wasn't going to get it with him sleeping on her. The raider then had a sudden idea to awake the strange man she reached around her leather belt proceeding to take off a large canteen of water and began splashing it onto the man's face repeatedly. "Rrrgak! Rrrgak" (Wake up! wake up!) she said loudly

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda was beginning to feel the effects of Tatooine's dual suns. His tongue was parched, and he realized he should have brought some water. His hand was resting on the the hilt of his blade, and he was watching over his bantha meat with vigilance. And such was required, as soon a small band of tusken raiders came into sight. They charge down towards him, their weapons out and ready. He looked behind himself, and saw no place to hide. He looked back at the four warriors, and decided he would stand and fight.

He did a shoulder roll towards the first raider, and unsheathed his sword into the tusken raider's stomach. One down, three too go. Noda dodged to the right when one attack, and a knife found it's way into the raider's head. And another. With the last two charging towards him, he sidestepped and stuck his sword out. The tusken raiders couldn't stop soon enough, and two more people fell to Noda Fir's blade. Noda deemed the meat "good enough", and set of back to the camp. When he got back to the camp, he had a bite or two, and hid the meat.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Noda Fir"] [member="TI-1027"] [member="Ajarod Shova"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="Enduri Jaii "] [member="Darth Missan"]

As the acolytes made it back to camp, she had them head counted. The trial cost the lives of twenty three of them, so be it, she only wants the best twenty. She made sure each of them had food and water ready for them, so they could recover there strength. She waited for them all to finish eating, then the overseers began handing them all a bag. Each of them was now an acolyte, and would treated as such. As such they where entitled to there first set of armour, it was basic set though it would help them in a fight. This would also distinguish them from other initiates, she would give the rest day off.

Tomorrow was lightsaber practice, and some more may be killed by the overseers, if they fail to live up to the mark. As they eat and looked in there bags, marques where being erected for tomorrow's lessons, so they could practice in the shade. They where also laying down pipes to each of them, so they could have access to water. They done trial of endurance and survival, now came lessons till the next trial began.

 

[Ajarod Shova]

[member="TI-1027"]

Water, that sweet giver of life. He felt it splash over his face, dragging him from dark dreams.

Ajarod opened his mouth wide as soon as he felt it, trying to catch every trickle and soothe his sand-crusted throat. It tasted cold and smooth and sweet on his parched tongue. He hardly noticed the alien voice bellowing a command at him, at least at first. But he soon became aware that the water was not being given freely - he could tell that the Tusken who had captured him wanted him awake, and he feared the reason why.

His eyes opened, and he found himself on a bloodstained table in a small dwelling scarred by battle. It was better than the middle of a Tusken camp, but it still made his blood run cold; what grisly fate had the people living here been subjected to? Was he intended to be next? He had been gathering his strength for some time, and now he sensed opportunity. It might well be his last opportunity to escape this situation alive.

With a quickness that one would not expect from someone who had appeared to be drifting in and out of consciousness, he rolled off of the table and behind the kitchen counter, providing some cover if the Tusken decided to shoot at him with her cycler rifle. His blaster was gone, and if she had been able to lift and drag him with ease she could definitely overpower him in hand to hand combat, but he had the power of the Force.

Ajarod pulled strength from his emotions: anger at watching innocents killed and being left to die, fear that he would meet a bloody, tortured end on that table, hope that he would live to see another day. He felt power swirl within him, chaotic and unstable and free. Lifting one hand, he drew the sharp, jagged shards of shattered plates and cups into a deadly cloud around him, ready to be launched if the Tusken approached.

"Stay back," he said, uncertain if she could even understand him. "I'm leaving." He knew he was late to return to camp. He might already have been counted among the dead...

 

[Enduri Jaii]

Enduri took the armour and went inside his tent after turning the security check off. He took his clothes off and put the armour on. He felt... fresher.
He examined the armour , finding a commslink , a medkit and some other survivaling equipment. It was great.
Enduri did not know how to fight nor had a lightsaber , and it was lightsaber practice. He was a bit relieved that the armor was made out of phrik it seemed , and if things went south during the lessons , he could block the blade with the bracers .
Since they had the rest of the day off , he layed his bed on the floor and turned the security system of his tent on , to shock mode. He didn't want any rats while he slept.
The young prince then went to his bed and started resting.

 

[Manah]

Missan made her way back to the Sandcrawler it already had a water tank and while there were a few decent parts of the armor she preferred her own clothing.
Admittedly what she lacked was a real saber.
she had a few decent components save one vital one a Khyber crystal.

 

[Noda Fir]

Noda lay in his chair, happily, as the overseer read off the names of the dead. If he hadn't had his vibrosword, he would most likely be on the list. He took his armor when he got it, inspecting it all the while. It was quite lightweight, and Noda was excited to use it. He put it on, and felt safer. Noda continued listening to the overseer's announcements, and she ended with how tomorrow would be ligtsaber training . Yes, i'm going to excel, i already have vibrosword training!

He looked around and saw that most of the other acolytes were resting for the next day's training. He could steal something, or he could also have a rest. He decided upon the former, and looked around. He knew that Jaii had security for his house, but no one else really had anything.

 

[TI-1027]

The Tusken immediately stepped back surprised by the man being as lively as he was given that man was laying in the brutal heat of the twin suns. In response to him quickly rolling over towards the kitchen counter she would then proceed to take out her Cycler Rifle from her back and aiming the weapon at the counter where he had been hiding behind ready to fire if he decided to attack her. "Urrak! Oorak Koourgh Eek!" (You! Get out from cover nice and slow!) she said loudly her voice echoing off the walls of the battle ruined building as she demanded the strange man to come out from cover. She defiantly knew something about this man was off she felt that familiar strange feeling coming off of him. A feeling that seems to keep coming back to her at the worse of times eventually the man rose from his cover with several shards of broken glass and ceramic floating around his head.

Her eyes widened inside of her sand cover wrappings as she saw the shards float around in air! What was this man!? An evil spirit? she wasn't sure but she didn't want to find out she walked back slowly her rifle still aimed at the man "Grrrak Krughak!? Urooack Gak!?" (W-what are you! What are you doing!?) she said loudly once again letting it echoe off of the walls of the building

 

[Manah]

Missan woke.. well woke was perhaps the wrong word. she came out of her meditative trance as the Force invigorated her body and mind.
So it was time to look over the crawler on last time.
the vehicle. there were a bout 6 vibro daggers. not much but they were there. all were in pathetic condition. well she knew what she was doing tonight.

 

[Drogh]

The shadow like figure was standing still in the hot desert sun, he felt the heavy air weigh down on him like some thing was crushing his lungs. He felt his cloak asborb the heat, it covered him like a blanket that was on fire as he felt his cloak get heavier. His eyes were less focused and he found the heat almost nauseating.

Despite this, when ordered to go out and survive for one self, he looked out into the sand and thought that he was sent to die. The shadowly figure had refused slaves, partly because he found slavery to be unjust and generally didn't agree with it, and partly because he didn't want to be spotted by having two half naked idiots follow him. He did a great effort not to be spotted by beast or Tusken, in fact while kneeling on a sandy slope he spotted a dead Tusken, flies flew around the corpse like a morbid party. It was beyound safe to eat but the shadow like figure wasn't going to risk his own life fighting some thing, he had eaten things worse then a rotting corpse, this was mild in his mind. Moving like a ghost to collect the dead down, he stand down before the tusken, having it's chest torm out, it's rib cage exposed for all to see. For some time he spend staring down at the rotten thing, wondering who or what could of done this. Before long he had eaten as much as he needed, just enouth to keep him alive as he feared if he ate to much he would certinally die of the rot.

 

[Ajarod Shova]

[member="TI-1027"]

"I don't understand you," Ajarod said softly as he maneuvered around the counter, the jagged shards of pottery still spinning like a razor wind before his outstretched hand. The Tusken had her cycler rifle pointed right at him. His eyes were on her trigger finger, watching for the telltale twitch that would mean she had decided to kill him. In quarters this close, with the two of them separated only by a few meters, he might be able to take her down before her shot hit him if his reflexes were perfect. Or perhaps they would both die at the same instant, him with a smoking hole through the head, her pierced by a thousand makeshift razors. But she was a trained warrior, while he had learned by improvising. Most likely, she would be able to shoot him before he could truly react.

But she was backing away, intimidated by his show of power. He backed away too, circling toward the door of the hut. He could have tried to strike first and kill her, but a cycler rifle blast flew quicker than the eye, while his shards of pottery did not. And he felt some strange sense of gratitude to the creature. Without her and the water she had offered, he might well be dead. For that reason, at least, he hoped he didn't have to kill her. As the two of them grew further apart and Ajarod neared the door, his improvised weapon became less and less effective due to the distance. He let the cloud of shards drop, then immediately focused his strength on the bloodstained table. Grasped by an invisible hand, it rose from the floor and flipped, scattering the remaining plates.

He lifted it sideways between them, like a shield, and moved back to the door behind it as cover. The cycler rifle could probably punch through it, but it would be hard to tell exactly where he was behind it.

 

[Manah]

Manah (i changed it. Missan sound'ed like a car, )
Manah exited the sand crawler carrying a heavy bag.