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  1. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr did not voice much opinion as he was herded along with the others. Frankly, he was watching Rose for cues; the whole thing was just so foreign. Approaching the crest, Rruror’rur’rr’s eyes fell on the droid that began to speak and inwardly, he despised it. He had not come this far to serve an abomination. Before he could voice his concern to Rose though, the droid had addressed them and stared at Rruror’rur’rr. ‘Perhaps he knows . . .’ The Hutts had, like all interlopers and offworlders come uninvited to their world. At least they tended towards leaving Rruror’rur’rr’s people alone. Still, if this abomination was determined to drive the slugs from the planet along with their entourage, Rruror’rur’rr would gladly take part. After all, desert surveillance and tracking were a Tusken specialty. Looking around the group, Rruror’rur’rr worries. With such a ragtag team, their quarry could easily detect them and escape. ‘Perhaps this droid was not so smart as it thought it was.’ Nudging Rose, he whispered, “I know of this palace. It is a stronghold of those who seek to use our land to hide.” Then raising his voice and waving a hand to catch the attention of the leaders, “My people know the area well. I have gazed undetected on the stronghold countless times. Would it not be prudent to send a small trained group,” he shot a glance in the direction of the pretend tusken and her blind comrade, “after the targets, so as not to accidentally alert them? I am sure Rose and I and,” he gestures towards the Cathar standing by he and Rose, “the predator, could easily fetch your prey without giving away your plans.”
  2. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr stood with his back towards the naked Rose. He smiled as she spoke. “it is nothing to apologize for Rose. To be honest, I am not sure how well we know each other. You have died. I died and watched you die. The will of the ancestors has brought us back together. Together we stepped out of time, battled a dragon, and spirits from beyond. Our lives crossed for but a brief passage of time. In that time though,” he twisted his gloved hands together tight enough that the course black fabric creaked between his palms, “we were bound together. You taught me so much. Our kiss mingled our souls.” As Rose finished dressing, Rruror’rur’rr turned to face her and held out a hand to her. If they were going to serve the Black Sun they might as well walk into their fate together, hand in hand. There was so much he wanted to ask her; who she was, about her people, where she came from, everything. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to show her the ways of his people and to travel the stars bound together. They would fight whatever stood in their way. “Lets spill the blood of any who stand in our way. We can serve their cause and be together again.” ”Do you have everything you need?” Rruror’rur’rr asked as they walked through the facility, pausing near an unsecured, albeit small, armory. Inside, he had spotted an aged Tusken cycler in a black metal hue. It was almost as if it was meant to be. Letting go of Rose’ hand Rruror’rur’rr reached out gingerly taking the weapon and cradling it in his arms. Looking from the weapon to Rose, his smile was audible, “With this, I will stand by you and rain down terror on all that oppose us.”
  3. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr glowered at the Black Sub agents as he picked hinself back off the floor. A deep part of him clawed at his soul urging him to lash back. He was, however, not a raging bantha or hungering sand dragon, he would bide his time. They would be returned their favor in turn. “Dragons and spirits.” He growled lowly to Rose, gesturing back towards the shower area she would have some semblance of privacy, and turning his back to Tu’can’ra and her magic wielding friend. The spirits swirled in Rruror’rur’rr’s mind pressing him. His obly response was to turn and look at Tu’can’ra and retort calmly, “Like she said, give us a mission. We either will fall or stand of our own ability. Load us on a metal beast and send us to the stars. Even there, the brothers shall protect and guide us.” And with that he followed Rose around the corner and out of sight where he set himself up to assure that she had her own privacy to dress in.
  4. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr shrugged his shoulders, the international symbol of whatever, I’m not wasting time arguing with you. Reaching down, he squeezed Rose’s hand in a gesture of care and reassurance before speaking to the Black Sun representative before them. “We are warriors. Like I said, put us to work doing what we do best. What have you to lose. Otherwise, we can find our own way amongst the stars. You helped us. We are willing to return that favor. Align our causes. It is your choice.”
  5. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr smiled as their lips unlocked. “Roar Roar is fine. Together we will find your fighting spirit again. Sand People and your warrior people. Together - unstoppable.” He whispered as he turned to face the Black Sun representatives. He glowered at the racial implications of the agents. One who claimed to be of his own. She did not know the first thing that it meant to be of the sands. “The sands forgive no one,” he growled as his eyes narrowed. “We will take our fight to the stars. It is time the galaxy learned of the fierceness that grew from the sands of this desolate world. While they grow fat in their opulence, we will fall upon them and teach them the truth. Give us a chance and we will carry your banner and our cause to the stars. Should we die, you lose nothing and prove that the stars was not ready for our untamed spirits. Should we survive, we prove our cause pure and your people succeed in their deepest desires; our spirits conquering the cowards’ will.”
  6. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr clung tight to the woman even as her world descended into tears. He could not help but continue laughing even as he looked down at the wet hair atop her head. With a single arm still holding the woman against him, Rruror’rur’rr knew what he had to do. The images of their brief times together flooding his mind carried on the voices of his ancestors. With his other arm, the Tusken reached up and with all the solemness that his act of heresy could offer, tore his face covering off revealing his pale skin and stubbled face. His blue, tear-filled eyes looked down at Rose as he lifted her chin to look up at him. Even with his jaw set firmly, the Tusken could not help but smile. Staring into Rose’s eyes, the man was willing to forsake all in that moment. Grasping her about the shoulders, Rruror’rur’rr pulled the woman up his chest until their lips interlocked in a kiss, their foreheads pressed against one another. The force swirled about them, Rruror’rur’rr willing it, thinking it the voices of the ancestors, to transmute the sharp and vivid memories of his own mind to Rose’s; their first meeting, their kiss which he was no recreating, the dragon, the darkness, their deaths, all of it. He did not hold back as his mind whirled in the memories pressing each and every one of them forward as if he could push them through his skull to hers. He did not know how long they stayed like that, but when they finally released their embrace Rose’ tears had dried and she stood. Taking her hand he stood, even now, trying to divert his eyes from her form; which was a challenge in and of itself. Staring forward at at Tu’can’ra and her blind accomplice, Rruror’rur’rr reached down and expertly pulled the length of loose black sackcloth that shrouded his tightly wrapped legs. Turning he draped it across Rose’s front before facing back at the others. Carefully, the Tusken began to wrap his face again, securing his rebreather in place speaking as he did so, his usually rough Tusken voice sounding much more human without the mask secured. “I do not know, but these two did help me find you.”
  7. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Lying on the floor, his eyes diverted out of respect that bordered reverence, Rruror’rur’rr struggled with the Bromen bits of glass that he lay in, the tap of his goggles hard enough to have shattered the opaque vat, lodging pokey shards of glass in his thick rough robes. He knew they were there too. The Tusken could feel them digging into his backside as he was suddenly straddled by a practically Rose who had jabbed something equally as pointy at the bottom of his chin. He didn’t even have time to react in his current state as equally ingrained beliefs and reactions collided together in an effort to gain control of the downed Tusken. Even the spirits seemed conflicted. One side urging him to fight back as if he was being pulled into the sarlacc itself. The other recognized Rose in her state of undress and urged all matter of propriety regardless the cost. In that mere moment of time, the best he could do was throw his arms up in an effort to shield his face from any incoming attacks and to hide her from his own smeary vision. That was not where it ended though as suddenly Rose had grabbed his head and yanked it upwards, dissolving the feeble resistance he had mounted and putting her squarely in his gaze. Fear gripped Rruror’rur’rr’s chest. It was the same fear he felt when he woke up on Onderon. What was he supposed to even do now? In spite of his blasphemous ways, the Tusken still clung to what he knew, and yet, he knew Rose; or at least he thought he did. His mind raced as she asked him who he was, images, memories, and emotions swirling through his mind in a chaotic symphony. It was then, that he recalled their first meeting and the combat that had befallen them there, not 10 miles from this spot. With all of that, his mind spinning, his emotions roiling, and his ideologies crumbling with the unclothed woman atop him, Rruror’rur’rr did the only thing he could do. He laughed. He laughed a deep gutteral laugh that started at the back of his throat in a low growl as only a Tusken could and proceeded forward until it was a stream of raspy guffaws. And as his emotions broke and his mind unravelling there in that moment, Rruror’rur’rr reached up with no warning and grabbed the Mandalorain about her shoulders and tanked her down atop his chest and embraces her in a tight, sack-cloth-itchy hug, tears pooling about his eyes beneath his mask. He had found his Rose.
  8. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr was silent as he climbed into the speeder. The ride across the sands of his home was filled with nothing but the sound of the winds as they whipped over the quickly moving craft. The Tusken had nothing else to say to the woman who claimed to be of his own, but acted so offworldly. In the past she woumd have been dealt with, brutally; but now, now things were different. She and her people held all the power. He hated that. He would play by their rules. He had to. He would not, however, compromise his own self by any other than his own choosing. He was not some slave to be ordered how to feel or behave. Reaching the cliff base, Rruror’rur’rr dismounted rapidly. His head swung about taking in the area around them. Tatooine was a huge planet and he had not been to this portion of the sandy sea before. Still, the deserts were his home, and he felt a sense of dark calm as the cloudless sky smiled down on them. Smelling the air, the black clad Tusken shuffled after Tu’can’ra, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the rock door opened to reveal a facility within. ‘So the infidel scourge has burrowed deeper than we have imagined,’ he noted to himself with a sense of disgusted surprise. Hebstill managed to turn to the woman who had brought him this far and angle his head downwards in a slight nod, “Thank you.” Turning, Rruror’rur’rr held tight to his gaffi stick, the weapon half removed from the strap it was strung from, and stepped into the entrance of the facility, his wrapped feet padding silently across the Durasteel deck plating that made up the floor. The Tusken’s mind was racing. What was ahead of him? What came next? What did she mean a clone? How could Rose not remember him? What if she didn’t what would he do next? What if she was still so unclothed when he found her? What about the blind man? What would happen? She had not responded to the message he had tried to send out, what if she did not want to see him? And in that maelstrom of worry and doubt that swirled in Rruror’rur’rr’s mind another set of voices whispered. They urged him forward, reminding him who he was and what he had come through already. This was nothing. Still yet, at the edges of his mind, a dark presence urged Rruror’rur’rr forwards. Despite his feelings for Rose, she was his key to the galaxy. She had pulled him from the dark recesses of his existence. With his mind full, and his senses tuned to that of a predatory cat on the hunt, Rruror’rur’rr took each footstep forwards; slowly, one after another. Nothing would, could, escape him. His life, Rose’s life could depend on it. Twas the way of the desert. Suddenly, the passagewsy was no linger empty. As he rounded a corner, Rruror’rur’rr saw a man exiting a side room. In his arms, Rruror’rur’rr saw a set of Mandalorian armor. He recognized it. It was the same type of armor Rose and her companions had worn. Maybe Rose was here, or maybe it was more of her people. Perhaps they could help him find her. Slowly, Rruror’rur’rr padded after the blind man, being careful to move without a sound and allowing a fair amount of following distance so as not to be seen. It was a short distance before Rruror’rur’rr found himself in an unfamiliar room that had a purpose that escaped him. He did not have time to dwell on that as the sound of running water nearby indicated the presence of someone else. Seeing the man deposit the armor and weapons on a bench. Ducking into the shadows beside a cloning vat of some sort, the Tusken allowed the blind man, who he recognized from the video feed, now, to disappear from sight. It took no small amount of self-control to avoid smashing the man’s skull in for daring to gaze upon Rose, one of his people now, in such a state. Itndid not matter that the man was blind, in that moment, such a triviality was forgotten. He could smell the water in the air. Looking around, Rruror’rur’rr noted that the room was the same he had seen in the video feed as well. Where Rose was, he did not know, but whoever of her people was using the water might. So, the Tusken stayed in the shadows, lest the caretaker return, waiting. When the sound of the water stopped, Rruror’rur’rr gazed expectantly in the direction of the shower. What he sas step out, he was not prepared for. A loud clatter echoed across the chamber, as Rruror’rur’rr’s gaffi stick slipped from his hand and the spiked head of the weapon clattered against the floor. The Tusken crashed, goggles first, into the cloning vat he had taken shelter beside, as he tried to divert his gaze.
  9. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr stares into the woman’s goggles. Even if he could not see what lay behind them, he knew. His entire body remained tense and unmoving as he processed what she said. In his peripheral vision he could see those she described as her tribe shifting nervously and clenching their weapons. He made them nervous. Deep down this pleases him, they had right to fear what he was capable of. Resurrected by the ancient spirits of his people and charged to bring their cause beyond their world, he was the face and the future of Tusken culture. Staring into Tu’can’ra’s goggles, he slowly and carefully allowed his body to visibly relax. Even if his chest was still tended, it was not visible through his thick swaddling robes of inky black. He was in control of himself and that was the aura he seemed to project. First things came first. He would find Rose and ensure she was of sound mind and body and dignity. Then he would deal with the other issues. “Take me.” His growl in Tusken was low and guttural as he stared forward waiting.
  10. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr whirled around to face his fellow Tusken. She spoke as an outsider and even though he understood her words, he did not understand. What was a clone? How could she not remember him? Did this woman before him not know anything at all of their ways? Even as he turned to face Tu’can’ra, Rruror’rur’rr swallowed, his anger the fuel for his determination. His shrouded face was set in a stern expression that was only betrayed by the sharpness in his words. “If you know where she is, take me to her.” There could not be any doubt that the man’s words were not his only communication. To be this close to Rose, to know she was alive, and yet, to not know where she was or what had left her in such a state was maddening. Rruror’rur’rr was a being of action and that in and of itself called him to act, to lash out; but he was also a man of planning and thought, which in turn held his hand even as it twitched towards his slung gaffi stick. “Now.”
  11. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr shuffled over and stared down at the screen his newfound comrade was seated at. He was shocked by what he saw. Thankfully he did not topple over out of sheer surprise; his jaw, however, hung slack beneath his rebreather. ‘Rose? My Rose?’ He watched as the woman in the screen covered herself just before another being came on screen. Rruror’rur’rr’s entire body was slack. He should not be gazing up her as such. Such a thing was blasphemy. He had clearly committed enough of that already today. Still, he struggled to draw his eyes away from the sight before him. Only Tu’can’ra’s voice and the appearance of the man on the screen pulled him back into reality. Tensing up, Rruror’rur’rr’s hand curled into a fist and before he could think, he smashed the shrouded appendage into the screen with a sickening crack as the image flickered and went dark. Whirling about, Rruror’rur’rr let loose a fireball snark at an approaching trooper who jumped back to give him a wide berth. Grabbing for his gaderrfi the black-shroud Tusken charged forward back towards the door he had come in. His intent was apparent. He would find Rose. He would restore her dignity. He would cut down anyone who got in his way. Making the door to the blinding suns of Tatooine, Rruror’rur’rr paused, only now realizing he did not even know where Rose was. Throwing his head back the warrior let forth a howl to the skies; a cry to his ancestral guides and the dark force that seemed to hover at the edges of his consciousness now hoping they would guide him.
  12. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr’s fingers grasped the dash ahead of him. His knuckles were white, not that anyone could tell. Behind his mask, the tusken’s jaw was set as he held his teeth together with grim determination. Truth be told, the near sonic speeds terrified him. That terror was only held in check by a sense of purpose. He was going to find Rose and advance the cause of his people. Perhaps this was why his people had never adopted such machinery, aside from their ability to break down at the most inopportune moments. No. Banthas were definitely a better and more desirable method of travel across the dunes. Rruror’rur’rr pondered silently weighing the case of Banthas as the ideal mode of transport. Anything to keep his mind off the fact that all it would take was a single rock hitting from the ground to turn them into a blazing fireball. Staring straight ahead, Rruror’rur’rr remained silent until they finally arrived at their destination. There, he finally turned to Tu’can’ra and growled in a deep Tusken, “It is any wonder the off worlders don’t kill themselves with such things.” He then quickly dismounted from the craft as he looked around warily, his hand naturally falling to rest atop his slung gaderffi, a visage of desert terror to any who be held him.
  13. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    The Tusken was a bit concerned when he saw the tear slide down Tu’can’ra’s face, but when she still offered to take him along he was relieved. For a moment he was sure she was going to leave him. Reachcing out, Rruror’rur’rr took the woman’s hand and stood; his free hand ensuring his gaffi stick hung at its appointed position. “Then let us go forth and fight these demons. We will pluck my Rose from their clutches and show these demons the spirit of true Tusken furor.” Following Tu’can’ra outside to where her squad of soldiers stood, Rruror’rur’rr offered each a look from their feet to their heads, shaking his head in disgust at each of them. Even with all she had said, Rruror’rur’rr had a long way to go before he trusted unproven offworlders. Approaching the speeder, the Tusken warrior hesitated before taking a deep breath. If this was the way the spirits were leading him, so be it. He could feel their urging in his head, pressing him onwards even as fear gripped his chest. Seating himself next to Tu’can’ra, Rruror’rur’rr looked around. He had never really taken the time to inspect a speeder short of j owing what good parts to salvage from one for his tribe. “Perhaps, if you teach me the ways of these offworlders you have come to know, I can show you the other ways of our people and together we can advance our people more?”
  14. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr found himself carefully nodding as he listened to Tusker’s speech. He might not have agreed with her every sentiment, but he at least felt that he kind of understood where she was coming from. Maybe she was right. Maybe their own past was holding them back. Then again, their past is what made them who they were. It was one thing to seek to expand one’s horizons. It was an entirely different thing to openly reject that which made one him or herself. The fierce suns and sands had taught him that. Even Rose’s people held to their own traditions, didn’t they? Cautiously he responded, “You may be right. Our ways have kept our people alive for generations though. What use have our people had for the sky when we have survived here, where those who make false claims to the land struggle to even walk the dunes.” Running his hand along the wrappings that’s shrouded his face he paused before continuing. “Do you remember when you were but a child, before you undertook the rights of becoming an equal amongst your people? We can not forsake those lessons either. The sands can kill as easily the brothers giving chase across the sky. Our coverings protect us. They offer life. They brand us as to who we are.” Rruror’rur’rr’s memory flashed as he thought about the ancient spirit who had been taken away from his ancestors. He had forsaken all of the trappings of his people and returned a monster. His father had pled with him to return to the fold, but it had been too late. He had forsaken that which he was and into that void had filled the monsters who had destroyed their world. Lowering his hand and looking at the black shrouds that now covered it, he was reminded that some spirit from that encounter had deemed that it was not yet his time to pass into the great beyond. Rruror’rur’rr shook his head dejectedly. “I do not wish to forsake my past, for in doing so, I may lose who I am and become one with the devils who destroyed our world. I simply wish to evolve our people. To learn the ways of the enemy and to smite them before they can take away anything else from us. The spirits of our ancestors saved from from certain death. I can not forsake that. I am sorry.” Slowly he lowered his head, convinced that he had just destroyed any chance he had to find his Rose. The price was simply too high.
  15. Wyvernfall

    Tatooine

    Rruror’rur’rr watched curiously as the Tusken woman sent her non-Tusken comrades away. He smiled as she spoke. “I have been to a world of the demons that suppressed our lands. There I killed and I lived.” Rruror’rur’rr’s chest tensed as the woman began to unwrap her head covering. This was something that was forbidden in all but the most intimate of settings amongst their people. Still, they were just discussing heresy and both self-identified as outcasts. Even amongst the clans their were differences. In Rruror’rur’rr’s clan the women and men dressed identically. Their sex unknown to all but their closest kin. The same could be said of their species. For while Tusken appeared uniformly barbaric to any outsiders, inside their own world they took in helpless orphans and adhered to a rich tradition. A tradition Rruror’rur’rr had been discovering was quite similar to that of the Mandalorians. So he sat, still as a stone, every inclination in his body tell him to divert his eyes. Still, he forced himself to watch. The face that he saw was one that differed from his own; but that did not surprise him. “I need an iron demon to whisk me into the skies. To find my Rose.” He spoke matter of factly before pausing, a glint in his eye, unseeable beyond his reflective goggles. “Unless of course, you and your newfound clansmen were looking for another to join you on one last hunt before I take our cause, my crusade, to the stars?” After all he had been through, the idea of raiding with one of his own held a certain familiar appeal. They were both outcasts in some way. He didn’t even need to ask her story. The fact was as delegate as they were, their fates were bound along a similar path. He needed help getting off of his home world and looming for Rose. The desert culture had taught him that such a thing did not come without a price.
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