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Tu'can'ra could only smile with understanding as he spoke, evidential tears flowing from her eyes when he questioned her childhood even though the smile remained. Unlike him, she did not get to grow up around her people, a mere child of barely three when her mother spared her the fate of their tribe. So in a way, he got to know the stories better than she could ever hope for.

 

"I can understand that." She spoke finally after a momentary pause upon his conclusion, her mind drifted upon what would have had been if she had lived the life that he had. Yet, the only life she knew was the one she had lived, and it made the stars, and even Tatooine, seem so small and insignificant compared to the Galaxy around them and that war that rage on even if Tatooine had always remained her heart. "Though Tatooine may be my home, my heart, it is but a grain of sand of the larger dune and the farmers and travelers who visit it no more than Bantas to the real enemies that infest it."

 

She began grabbing her gear, wrapping her face once again as she began to turn toward the stairs, offering for him to follow. But as she placed her boot upon the first step, she turned to him with a warning. "Here, on Tattoine, it is simple for us. Offworlders are the enemy and Tatooine is all we know. But out there, in the sky amongst the stars, Tatooine is but a dot on a dark blanket formed by the shadows of demons, and we are the offworlders."

 

Extending her gloved hand, she wanted to make sure he was ready for make his wish a reality, no matter how cursed it may be.

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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?”

 

 

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Tusker chuckled as he spoke, pulling him up on the first step with her hand before leading him out. When he gaze fell upon the sun lit sands, she smiled beneath her garments, realizing that for the first time since her orphanage, she was among at least one of her people, even if he was of another tribe. No matter though, for she would see him and her forge their own tribe of outcasts and heretics if he would choose to walk such a path with her.

 

Shifting her gaze, despite the reality of his own plight could have been and was at one time her own, chuckled at his hesitation. The transition for her had been an easier one, a Tusken child hidden among farmers and miners behind masks that were a commonality for Tatooine, few memories of her life before and vague. But for him, his own life having been a polar opposite,and now being thrust into a whole new truth. She chuckled not because she found it funny or ironic, but because of the road ahead for him likely laid with pain and sorrow, and it was moments like this were the subtle joy of humor would last through the darkened ones.

 

Climbing aboard the speeder, Tu'can'ra turned to him as he spoke, the others slightly fearful as they loaded their own with what valuables they could muster, the poor sods that fell victim to Rru no longer having need for them, including some of the droids he had taken out. That, and it would be a shame to let the Jawas have it all.

 

"You will find that we differ very little from one another, all of us simply trying to survive." She spoke with a hidden smile as she pulled back on the throttle fully, taking Rru on one hell of a ride, passing farms and mines that laid outside the small outpost they were heading to. "These were the ones who raised me, so I know them well. Hopefully you will come to know them as I have, if only you look past the differences of days past." With a chuckle, she shifted gears and hit near sonic speeds as her gaze fell upon him, hoping she wasn't scaring him half to death. After all, Technology did have its advantages, and sometimes, it was even fun.

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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.

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For the unsheathed, the winds and sands of Tatooine were a harsh welcome, especially on that of a speeder. But for those who had lived and adapted to such a place from birth, it was as simple as riding through the rain, exhilarant and thrilling, a welcomed enjoyment as the kicked up sand pelleted their forms softly through the fabric of their garments and the wind soared through the intertwined threads and cooled their heated skin. This was one of the reasons Tusker welcomed technology whole heartedly, embracing the bad as much as the good. When they pulled into town, their first and only stop was the Black Sun outpost, her men quickly in tow.

 

"You can't beat the thrill of it though." She replied in jest, reaching around to pat Rru upon the back as she walked around to him and led him toward the innards of the small duplexed outpost, her men returning as they walked inside. Above their heads upon the second floor was her Office, mainly filled with computers and holovid feeds meant to keep her in touch with the other outposts here and abroad, as well as the higher ups. Below them was the storage area, filled mostly with necessities, armaments, and 'acquired' goods like those they received from the farm where she found Rru. and here, upon the main level, was mostly rooms where shifts were taking for sleep, a co-ed refresher, and a small kitchen; basic amenities. "Welcome to my home, the gateway to the skies."

 

With that, she began to access the computer terminals, researching this Rose that Rru was so enthralled by.

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It was like escaping death and coming into the pale illuminated comparison of it. 

 

A deep cavernous breath and the room came into full view, Rose blinked goopy bacta and preservatives out of her eyes. She took another breath and coughed a mouthful of the clear synthetics out of her lungs. She was weak, that she knew, but she still hauled herself out of the tank and furtively covered herself up with her hands looking about at the myriad of medical droids lying dormant. The feeling of dust against her feet and the flickering of sparse lights in recessed panels told her that she was likely in storage. The symbols scrawled onto the case that she had just left told her she was in a Black Sun Facility. 

 

“Hello?”

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Just as Tu'can'ra began delving deep into the files the BS had on Rose Cariadus, an alert flashed upon her screen, causing a grin to cross her hidden face. She was alive, here on Tatooine, or at least, was now. She turned to Rru, waving him over as the screen displayed the awakening Mandalorian.

 

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Hello?

 

Came a voice deep within the hidden Black Sun outpost amidst the Dune Seas, buried and covered like all of its ancient history. Long had it been buried, laying in limbo until an Operative was found deceased and in need of reviving, usually via implants into cloned forms. Such was the case of Rose Cariadus.

 

Swaav was its caretaker, a blind operative and likely the oldest one within the organization, at least this side of the Colony Worlds. Hearing the voice, he began following its tone, grabbing various gear that he had memorized so well he didn't even have to touch in order to know its place. 

 

When his blinded gaze met that of Rose, he smiled and approached, laying the items at her feet. With a chuckle, he poised a question. "Of whom do I have the pleasure of visiting with today?" He stroked his hands through his long peppered hair, gathering his appearance at the scent of a woman's presence. "Don't be shy dear. Though I've been known to bite, I promise it isn't hard."

 

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Tu'can'ra chuckled at the appearence of her Elder companion, the Keeper of Life as she called him. She shifted her gaze to Rru. "Looks like you may have some serious competition. Swaav is quite the ladies man to be so old and dirty." She closed the feed with a teasing chuckle. "We could make it by nightfall if you wish to go right now?"

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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.

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The ship around Xar shifted and groaned as its engines worked to land softly in what felt like unsteady ground. The droid peered from his hidden compartment, a little peephole the only way to see anything in the storage area.  It was still dark and cramped with boxes upon boxes of miscellaneous items. Nothing had changed. But the ship was landing. 

 

Silently the droid nodded to itself, satisfied  with the change of events. It had been getting annoyed with its cramped quarters. Xar had spent so much time observing the organics with his now gone drones, planning on how to escape, slicing computer terminals to plant data and erase camera footage, and sneaking onto a cramped ship that carried only some spare machine parts that wouldn’t notice a little extra weight. Xar sighed to itself, its three voice boxes making an odd harmony with itself. So close to getting free. 

 

Footsteps. Xar peered out again. A large rodian had entered the storage area, and was using a cable to move some of the heavy crates, digging to one of the sealed crates on the floor. Xar observed curiously. Why was the rodian moving the crates? There was nothing of note in the ship’s manifest. 

 

No matter. Xar had enough of this. He wanted out. And the Rodian was in leaping range. With a surge of energy, Xar pushed on the wall that contained his cramped body.

 

A clang of metal. A whir of motors moving into action. A look of fear and surprise. A scream suddenly cut short, following by choking.

 

Xar stood over the dying creature in silence. As the rodian gasped for air through its sliced throat, the Hunter Trainer droid looked over the blood stained claws and gave out a sigh. “Organic lubricant...so…” Xar paused to find the right word. “...execrable. We despise such ichor.” 

 

Without acknowledging the rodian’s dying breaths, Xar wiped his claws on the victim and moved to the crate. Xar lifted up the lid to reveal numerous small containers filled with orange and blue powders. 

 

“Spice” Xar muttered, its three voices all alike in recognition. This ship was smuggling illegal spice with its scrap metal. And from the looks of it, a quite rare kind. Not Ryl but almost just as good. Xar looked at the now dead rodian. “Clever. We are impressed, though you should’ve covered this with something in case of inspection. Then again, out here on Tatooine means no inspections...” 

 

Xar reached down and grabbed the rodian’s data pad. A quick hack to get past a password, and Xar was surfing through the data. While the data didn’t show the spice on the manifest, knowing about the spice might clear up some information. Like why a ship from Rodia would bring a load of scrap metal, some blasters and bacta to such a dust ridden, resource-lacking, worthless planet like Tatooine.  

 

Xar sighed at one line of data. “Must be delivered in person.  Do not be late. Only hand bacta and special materials to KREXEL VIDEL. Payment upon arrival. ” 

 

The shipment should have been out of the ship by now. If Xar didn’t hurry, the ship might have gangsters or worse onboard soon. And the ship needed fuel before launching again. 

 

A moment later, Xar stepped out the ship, data board in one hand and the crate of illegal spices and some bacta behind him on a hovercart. The droid’s green chassis sparkled under the twin suns above. Somewhere nearby the roaring of a tuskan could be heard. Xar sighed again as he looked around. Such a horrible place. Still, this had to be done.  Xar couldn’t have people trying to track his ship so soon after leaving Rodia. 

 

A short distance away Xar could see a few beings. One of them matched the description of this Krexel. Approaching the beings, Xar spoke out, all three voices trying to sound intimidating and gruff. 

 

“Attention: Mr. Krexel Videl. We are Xar, with your delivery.” 

 

Silently, Xar prayed that there were no unwritten special instructions for the delivery. He had rewritten the manifest to have his name instead of the rodian pilot who was bled out in the cargo bay, but beyond that there wasn’t much he could do. Except maybe wipe his bloodied claws off a bit more, but time was money right now. 

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As Rruror'rur'rr smashed the feed in anger, Tu'can'ra moved briefly out of his way, shock in her hidden eyes, and causing her to react harshly for a brief moment and withdrawing her stun baton with a quick slide and activation. It was a natural reaction given the men under her command and his brief hostility. but as he made his way toward the door, Tusker quickly sheathed her weapon and caught up to him.

 

"Why do you let your emotions control you so easily?" She poised as she placed herself between him and the door, her arms stretched outwardly to show that she held intent to stop him. "The Rose you saw is a clone, and copy of her former self from when she was in our service. Though she is still one and the same, just as I am, there are possibilities that she may not remember you. But even if she does, you have nothing to worry about. Swaav is blind and cannot see her, which is why he was placed over the cloning facility. There is a reason we call him 'the Keeper of Life'. So calm yourself." 

 

Tu'can'ra stared into his hidden gaze with her own, not in the way of intimidation, but of comradery, asking for him to trust that she was going to get him there. But first he would need to calm himself and begin to think before he acts.

 

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"Yo... K, Check this droid out." Co'bo spoke, tapping Krexel on the shoulder with the back of his hand, a goofish green adorning his face as Xar made his initial approach, the larger of the two Krexel turning a serious gaze toward the newcomer. With a stern tone, Krexel spoke, the thickness of his Onderonian accent flowing within his question. "Xar? Where's Krake? He was supposed to be here over an hour ago."

 

Co'bo giggled, approaching the droid and opening the small slide on it's top, quickly tasting the product, causing Krexel to forget his question and yell at him as the rainbow haired native shivered. "It's pure baby. Bonified Grade I Imperial Stardust, yeah." Co'bo spoke, tapping the droid on his upper shoulder with excitement. Krexel shook his head, tossing a purse full of credits toward the droid until he caught a glimpse of his stained hand. "So that's what happened to Krake. You made a big mistake 'Xar'." Krexel spoke, lifting his Z-6 Repeater to level at the droid, Co'bo excitedly jumping with giddily. "Guess you got caught red handed.... or would it more blue handed since Rodian's blood are blue?"

 

With Krexel's Z-6 Repeater leveled at the droid, Xar, and Co'bo high as a kite but just as deadly, it didn't look good for Xar. At least, until Krexel freed his hand long enough to slap Co'bo on the back of the head and his gaze narrowed at the droid before he lowered it. " Shut up Co'bo. What's done is done. But that doesn't mean this couldn't be resolved without further bloodshed." Krexel spoke, an idea forming in his head. "How would you like to work for us and the group we represent? Better alternative, and less messy, seeing that your life would be wasted if we collected on the debt here and now that you took on the moment you took care of Krake. So..... What do you say Xar?'

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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.”

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Tu'can'ra disbelievingly sighed before she stepped up within inches of Rruror'rur'rr, the symbolic stance she stood in a very threatening way should his outbursts continue, her own anger within beginning to boil. "As I said. I will take you there, now, if you wish. But you must calm yourself first."

 

While her initial excitement of the Tusken before her had caused to be more open to his pain and their shared bond, she was still Black Sun first and foremost, and his blatant disregard for her men had made quiet a few of them uneasy and even some tightly gripped their weapons at his displays of anger. If she didnt do something quick, they wouldnt hesitate to put him down like he beast he was portraying. So in an attempt to dissuade the situation, Tu'can'ra placed herself in harm's way for both sakes.

 

"I am trying to prepare you for what you may find, but letting your anger get the best of you will only hinder your cause." Tusker spoke, her goggled gaze staring straight into his. "But you have to remember that this is my Clan now, and you are a guest of ours, and are causing my men to grow weary of you. This won't bold well for me or you in my attempt to bring you into our fold."

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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.

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“Krake has suffered a case of blood loss and is unable to make the journey.” 

 

The human’s reaction to Xar wasn’t surprising. Most organics saw droids as second class citizens...at best. Xar did not move when Krexel’s companion tried the spice, giving the human an euphoric feeling that would make any organic dizzy. Xar calculated a little bit of a larger dose through the nostrils would have had the human spinning around singing “All ‘round the bantha hole” for an hour. Nor did Xar move when the blaster was pointed at him. Any sudden movements would likely end up with Xar dying before he could rip out the human’s throat. Even if he did, his partner, while partially stupefied, could still have a weapon as well. 

 

The offer did surprise Xar. He stared at Krexel, studying his facial features, trying to detect any deception. But his face and his words seemed to be genuine, though a bit demeaning. It was an ultimatum. Work for these people, or at least who they represent, or die. Xar deserved better. He should be commanding these two, not taking offers from them.  

 

Still, it was better than working for the rodians. 

 

“Xar accepts your request for our services Mr. Videl. We look forward to helping your group. Shall we all...” Xar reached back to the crate with his free arm and produced the container Co’bo had sampled, and held it and the data board out to Krexel’s tripping partner, in an effort to have him do the manual labor beneath Xar’s position.

 

“...memorialize the event?”  

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She sneezed violently and spat a glob of thick preservation gel onto the floor at her feet. She looked at the operative approaching with a mixture of confusion and gladness that at least someone was buried in the dark with her. Upon seeing the clear white of his cataracted eyes she relaxed, still mostly covering herself for modesties sake, she retrieved the satchel of equipment the agent had laid at her feet and sat down on a dusty crate. The sticky feeling of the gel made her skin crawl, so she quickly found a towel from the bag and wiped herself down, but she still needed a shower to get the congealed matte out of her hair and the crusty flakes of it off her rapidly drying skin. Her hair felt so long, it weighed down the back of her head in a odd feeling that was disorientating. 

 

Her mind was racing as she looked through the satchel, finding a flightsuit, boots, a blaster and not much else. It was only then that she really heard the words of the Black Sun Agent and snapped herself out of her revery. She stopped drying off for a moment and considered. 

 

“Rose Cariadus, agent ID Gamma Blue.” Her thin hands moved in conjunction to her sentences, a trait of her life before the memory scan. Growing up on Lorrd, where they spoke mostly in hand signals.

 

She cocked her head to the side and her eyes looked confused.

 

I am afraid I don’t know much other then some vage memories of missions and mandalorians. I am sure it will come back to me, but my memory implant must be very old.” She looked at the chronometer on a datapad from the satchel and coughed. “The last memories I have are sitting down to be mind scanned some…” She moaned loudly. “Five years ago?” 

 

She looked up, her heart racing. Whoever she had once been was now thoroughly gone. But something lingered in the back of her head. Perhaps it could be found if she could just be clean.

 

“Do you have a shower or sanisteam available?”

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Tusker

 

Tu'can'ra sighed, realizing that he still had a long way to go in order to contain and control his beastial nature. But she would be there, especially if his intent was to bring their ancestry back into the Galaxy at large, helping to guide him.

 

"Very well." Tusker spoke, shifting her weight aside and opening the door that led outside, the disappointment in him evident in her body language. "But a beast won't survive the harsh reality you're going to have to face when we visit the sky. There, you will have to become the ancestor in order to will it."

 

She left her words lingering in the thin evening air as she walked to the speeder and cranked up the engines. The cloning facility wasn't too far, likely reaching it just after dusk. Once Rru was aboard, Tu'can'ra throttled the speeder and shot out toward the Dune Sea, an awkward silence draping them the entire ride.

 

Just as the twin suns set and the stars pierced the veil of the sky, they made the final approach to the cloning facility, its entrance carved into the side of a cliff at its base. Hopping off, Tu'can'ra walked up to it and placed her hand upon the scanner, the rock formed door hissing with its atmospheric breach as it slid back and to the side. Offering Rru the lead, Tusker spoke. "Go. Find your Rose."

 

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Krexel/Co'bo

 

As Xar offered the vial of spice, Krexel placed his arm out to stop the approach of his addictive friend Co'bo, as his gaze remained on the droid before him, the disappointment of Co'bo evident by his wailing of his arms. "No need." Krexel spoke in his reply. "We don't dip into our supply."

 

With a motion of his hand, the men under Krexel's command made their approach and lifted the container from the droids grasp and set it upon the hoverlift, Krexel sending the remaining to collect the rest of the crates from Krake's ship, having Co'bo follow and 'do what he does best' by destroying the ship, the body, and all evidence. When all was done, Krake and his ship no more than a crater upon the sands, Krexel walked up to Xar and gauged him up.

 

"Tell me Xar." He poised, the large man holding no qualms as his gaze seemed to pierce through its metallic skin and processors. "Who is this we that you speak of? All I see is you."

 

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Swaav

 

"Bless you child" Swaav spoke as her heard her sneeze, a quiet grin upon his face as he squatted at her feet, holding the bag open as she gathered the things she needed from it and for disposal of what she used and didn't need, such as the towel. His ears peeked up when he heard her name however. "Rose Cariadus you say? The Blue Rose of Lorrd in the flesh... well cloned flesh? Marvelous. I managed to see you in action a few years ago before I lost my sight. I believed the men called you the Mandalorian Rose back then if I'm not mistaken. Breathtaking."

 

With that, Swaav slapped his aging knees and rose up to wonder off with haste, but not before pointing off toward the left, where a showering area was for freshly cloned Operatives, co-ed of course, sat. His destination, however, was more prominent, as back in the armory deep within its catacombs of armor, weapons, and E-Webs sat a special forge where certain materials were made. Grabbing the items he sought, he returned and left them laying where she would see them at first sight.

 

There, on the bench outside the shower would sit a set of Heavy Plasteel Armor, painted matte black with white lining, and on its pauldron a blue rose. Along with it sat a E-11D Blaster with the same design, and the infamous Mandalorian Beskad. How the last was forged, is one secret Swaav would take to his grave. Only that he had set these items aside for the day she returned.

 

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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.

 

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Xar would have glared at Krexel for defying his show of gratitude in letting his new co workers celebrate, but at the same time he respected Krexel. He was a man who stayed focused, at least at the moment. Co’bo was a bit more wild judging from first impressions. Xar wondered how much more the other employees in this group would vary.

 

As the ship was unloaded and destroyed, Xar had a moment of amusement. His body was based on the Hunter Trainer Master Control units the rodians designed, which was in turn based on their own skeletal structure. It seemed that with the death of a rodian, the life of Xar was given another opportunity. 

 

The amusement only lasted for a second. 

 

At Krexel’s question, Xar wanted to give a sigh of annoyance at such a question, but he was above that in front of these humans. Instead he met the human’s gaze. 

 

“We are Xar. We have the combined memories of three different droids, all who met unfortunate ends where their minds were not wiped. If you must know, we are comprised with the base memory core of a Hunter Trainer Droid, originated from Rodia, a NR-1100 constructed on Coruscant, and an IT-O, also from Coruscant. We are much better than the common droids you organics are used to commanding.  As such, we are more than one. We are Xar.” 

 

“Now that we have explained ourselves…” Xar looked around at his surroundings. “This planet seems to be an odd place for a group to meet, and since we haven’t left yet, I suspect there is more here than just picking up illegal drugs. Tell us: what is this group that you spoke of, and what is next for us?” 

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It was an older model sanisteam, the design that had kept the same for water abundant worlds for millennia, though if this was Tatooine like she suspected. This was yet another expression of the sloppy opulent wealth that the Sunners had so often flashed around. It hurt to think back, the entirety of her past having been made into a formless fuzzy relief that she could barely interpret. She knew her own name, that she had been an Agent, that she had fought for the Mandalorians and in the Lorrdian militia when she had turned twelve. But she couldn’t remember much more. Had she fought in a jungle recently? Why did she have the distinct scent of spice and musk in her nose? Whatever had brought her past life to a brutal end had left a few impressions. A strong embrace maybe? It was all so distant, and she cursed her past self for not updating her memory scan. 

 

She let the water run over her and down the drain for a while, scrubbing herself thoroughly with a bar of casmium soap, then taking some gels from the dispenser inside the sanisteam, she washed her overlong hair. It reached nearly to her waist, likely from the lack of input or care from the clone technicians, and the feeling of it made her anxious. Plus the long strands of hair held copious amounts of water from the sanisteam and would need a lot of drying. She decided to cut it short again, especially if she was ever going to wear another helmet in battle. That and get her muscles into a less spastic shape. She was in perfect health and fitness, as most clones were, but exercise would give her the control she needed to get used to the body again. 

 

She reached out with a steady hand and turned the handle of the hot water to the left, closing the valve and cutting the fogginess from her head with a stream of pure and ice cold water that made her body tingle. She coughed the rest of the preservation fluid out of her lungs and then turned the handle of the cold water as well, shutting off the sanisteam and she looked for a towel on the rack beside the cubicle. None. She cursed, then seeing one on the bench beside a lump of other equipment, she swiped back the hanging curtain and set about drying herself off. 

 

When she stepped out, partially wrapped in the towel and reaching for her flight suit, a loud and explosive crash echoed through the small refresher unit. She tossed the flightsuit asid, and grabbed the Beskad from the bench before seeing that it was someone who had likely fainted and taken out a good two hundred thousand credit cloning tank alongside. She wrapped the towel around her waist, not caring much for modesty, but enough to not expose absolutely everything, and ran over to the pile of cloaks that might be a humanoid, leaving a long trail of wet footprints. She wished she could put something more protective on than a towel, but if this was an intruder or a friend, it was better to eliminate or help them right then, instead of waiting and giving them a good minute for her to put her armour on. 

 

She tossed her hair over her shoulder so that it was laying in a wet mess down her back, and holding the knife behind her thigh she arrived beside the fallen...Tusken Raider? 

 

What? 

 

Well they were certainly on Tatooine that was for sure, but those were dangerous savages right? She pushed off with her bare feet and made the last few steps in a leap, straddling the downed man and pushing the mandalorian iron knife under his chin. 

 

“What are y-” 

 

But his scent. The spicy smell of it hit her brain in a wave. She grabbed the back of his neck and with wide blue eyes looked into his clone tank gel covered goggles. 

 

“Who are you?” 

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Tusker & Swaav

 

Tu'can'ra nodded her in reply to his thank you, following him in as their journey began to come to a closure, her promise kept. She stayed farther back as she watched his movements and reactions, observing in silence whom she herself could have become, and in the largest part, was thankful she had not. The distrust, the paranoia, it was not a life to live, and one she was hoping this Rose person could turn him to and away from the primitive ways that had entrapped their kind for millennia, her only escape being the offworlders who had found her.

 

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After Swaav dropped off the set of armor and weapons, he walked off to continue his observations, a meaningless task for even those who held the power of sight. But for Swaav, it was a task that had long moved from being a challenge. Black Sun, in cooperation with Czerka, had long developed a braille datapad that dimpled up words and images that he could use to access what his sight had failed to grant, and casually went to work.

 

He could smell the newcomer even as he entered the laboratory, but smiled as the familiar scent of Tu'can'ra followed him, rising from his desk and walking away into the shadows as he flanked the Tusken he had always held a fondness for. With a quick emergence, and a hand placed across her mouth, Swaav pulled Tusker out of sight and out of frame.

 

"Swaav, you old blind mynock" Tusker spoke in a whisper as she removed his hand from around her mouth, spinning to meet his blind gaze. "Its good to see that this post hasn't hindered your skills any."

 

"Once a Rogue, always a Rogue." Swaav jested with a simple, yet, prestigious bow, placing a kiss upon her gloved hand. "And how about yourself? Who's the newcomer you brought with you? His smell is similar to your own, yet wild and tainted."

 

"His name is Rruror'rur'rr." Tusker provided, her own gaze shifting toward him from behind the hall's corner. "A Tusken survivor we found at the old Qu'xun homestead, the Qu'xun slaughtered."

 

"And you didn't kill the human Tusken?" Swaav questioned with intrigue. "Usually you kill the wanderers without hesitation when they invade those we protect."

 

"He was looking for someone. It's how we found him, using their holonet no less." Tusker replied, her words piquing more of Swaav' interest as he pulled upon his grayed chin hair. "He was looking for your newest arrival."

 

"Interesting." Swaav replied, turning his ear toward the Tusken as he eavesdropped. So he knows the Blue..."

 

Before he could finish that, a ruckus breaks out, causing both to shift their gaze and for Tusker to react, only stopped by Swaav's well placed reach holding her in place. "Give it a minute." He speaks as he blindly looked at Tusker. "Guess that answers that."

 

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Krexel & Co'bo

 

"Interesting." Krexel spoke, pointing his finger up and in the direction of Co'bo to hinder his urge to speak, the older of the two finding himself piqued by the droid before him, especially given its history. "That explain Krake then."

 

Co'bo, oblivious to what Krexel meant, simple stayed quiet and enjoyed his brief moments of euphoria, gazing out into the Dune Sea as if a parade of La Femme Twileks were passing by. Krexel, however, began the introductions with gusto. 

 

"I am Krexel Videl of the Black Sun, an organization of equal opportunity employment,..." He bowed as prestigious as a man of his size could, before rising up and tossing his Z-6 over his shoulder with the arm it was strapped over. "Whether your an Ug or a Droid, we hold no prejudices outside of particular talents." Krexel extended his free hand in greetings. "Well met Xar, and on behalf of the Black Sun, we thank you for your handling of Krake for us in our stead."

 

Taking a relaxing stance as the men loaded up their own ship, one reminiscent of the infamous Jabba the Hutt's own barge, he turned to Co'bo and told his fellow Onderonian to board as well before turning back to Xar. "As for what comes next, I'm leaving that up to you. You can either explore the endless sands of Tatooine at your leisure, careful to mind the Jawas of course. Or if your up for a life of adventure, I offer you the chance at a little piracy. You certainly have a natural knack for it, and with your cold calculations, you'd make a fine Agent. So what say you, Xar?"

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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.

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“Black Sun?” Xar spoke when he heard the name. He recognised it, but not greatly. It was a name that was floating around on some data terminals on Rodia, as well as a few rodians mentioning it to each other. It seemed that their thoughts on Black Sun as well as the Sith had changed recently. Xar couldn’t tell if it was for better or worse, or even how uniform it was thoughts were across the planet. 

 

Xar appreciated the lively and zealous introducion. Such displays were worthy for him, and he expected anyone who would work for him to approach all things with plenty of energy. The introduction and knowledge of Black Sun’s past may have put another being off, but Xar was ignorant enough and proud enough to not care. When Krexel thanked Xar, the robot nodded its head slightly, a small sign of respect. 

 

At the offer, Xar had looked over the desert sands. While he could probably survive a day or two of travel across the desert sands, and could ask these men for directions to the nearest settlement, he didn’t like the idea of ruining his chassis under the scorching sun and potentially dangerous sandstorms. Not to mention, the jawas would probably dare to wipe their dirty hands all over him. 

 

“Working for Black Sun…” Xar mused out loud.  “Agent...Agent Xar. Xar, agent of Black Sun” Xar let his voices repeat the title and his name a few times, seeing if it sounded good to him. The title certainly had some interesting connotations. And would hopefully give Xar a chance to rise through the ranks and get a more prestigious title. 

 

“Very well, we accept. You will appreciate having us working alongside you.” 

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Krexel & Co'bo

 

Krexel studied the droid as he awaited his answer, the Elderish Onderonian having a somewhat of a blindside when it came to such artificial Intelligence. In truth, they mesmerized him like anything mechanical would like a small child. Shifting his gaze briefly to Co'bo, whom at Xar's mused draw upon the titles played out, seemed as if he understood it on a metaphysical plane, Krexel grew quite embarrassed by his fellow sentient.

 

"Wonderful news." Krexel exclaimed, landing a semi hard hand across the droid's back in excitement as he drew him away and toward the ship, Co'bo still lost in transition before he snapped to and began to catch up to them. With a laugh, Krexel continued. "There is a new storm rising over the Black Sun. Rumor has it that an R3 unit is transitioning over into its top leadership role, and to be honest, I think it's about time. Nothing more calculated in my opinion."

 

And with that, Krexel, Co'bo, and Xar loaded aboard the ship and began to brief trip back to the Mos Eisley outpost.

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Xar looked over the sands of tatooine from the helm of the ship, constantly analyzing every piece of detail around. He couldn’t help himself when he saw a few wild banthas wondering about, desperately looking for some water source. His programming began to run scenarios, ideas on the perfect way to kill the banthas. They were big, slow creatures and the dunes were high. He could simply jump off the ship, stalk the banthas until he could launch himself at their throats, tearing them apart. 

 

Xar shook himself. “We are better than that. We do not hunt worthless beings like that.” Xar told himself. Having three droid memories meant he didn’t need to fulfill the original directive from the Hunter Trainer droid’s memory. Still, he couldn’t help himself but think further. He wouldn’t have to kill the banthas. Not right away. A slice along their belly would prolong their death, make them suffer under the twin suns. And with a bit of sand, the nerve muscles could…

 

“Useless distraction” Xar criticized himself. He looked down at his still stained hands and sighed. A metal screech filled the area as he scraped his claws on the walls of the ship, the dried blue blood coming off. Now he claws, while scratched, at least weren’t bloody. 

 

“Better” Xar commented and unapologetically looked at his newfound companions. Ahead Mos Eisley was rapidly approaching but Xar had a few more questions. 

 

“This...R3 unit…” Xar was still surprised to hear that a fellow droid was in a top leadership role. Perhaps that meant he himself could, as he should, earn such a position as well. “Where did it come from? And why in the galaxy did it choose Tatooine as a place to operate? This is just a dustbowl!” 

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It all seemed so familiar! The strong grip, that distinctive smell. It met with no firm memories, but the feeling was there, though unplaceable. As her hair spilled down her shoulders and the rough cloth of his Tusken Raider outfit abraded her skin she could feel tears filling up her eyes. As her tears began to stream down her face she started to cry for real. She didn’t know why, only that she was crying in what could only be the happiest moment of her life. And she didn’t even know who he was, it was locked in there somewhere, distant, behind an image of a dragon and a piercing pain in her side. THrough her tears she mumbled again,

 

“Who are you? Who are you? Who areyouwhoareyou….” Until it became a wracking sob of tears and laughter.

 

When the tears finally dried, she pulled herself off of the tusken and saluted the Black Sun Agents who were watching wryly from a corner. It was a crisp and military salute that was well practiced even from the long stasis of a cloning tube. She leaned down to offer a hand to whoever it was at her feet, pulling him up beside her, and holding the Beskad in the other. Unused and unbloody. She didn’t try to cover herself, it was pointless at this juncture anyway. 

 

“Are we in the service of the Black Sun?” 

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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.”

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Krexel & Co'bo

 

Krexel grinned as the droid wiped off the vacant blue blood of the Rodian he already held orders to exterminate, his gaze briefly shifting from the sands ahead before returning. Yelling over the roar of the ship, he replied to Xar. "Honestly, we're not completely sure ourselves, only that he saved the life of one of our higher ups during the battle at Dark Sun Station."

 

With Mos Eisley appearing up ahead, Krexel pushed forward on the throttle and the engine began slowing down, the deceleration causing the noise to lessen. "Not only that, but he helped capture the Zinthos Empress. Rumor has it that he even filleted her out of sheer fun before he departed with Vigo Zalis."

 

As the ship came to a rest at the small outpost, Co'bo was slowly beginning to return to reality and began helping unload the cargo as Krexel led Xar into the small outpost and handed the droid a 'official' registration form. "But if the rumors are true and Black Sun is indeed going to have a droid at its helm, even if it's an R3 with a deadly reputation, then we are going to see brighter days for years to come." Krexel chuckled and walked away.

 

Tusker and Swaav

 

Tu'can'ra observed heavily the exchange between Rose and Rru, taking note the Tusken's emotional display as much as the Mandalorian's. Before she and Rru left the outpost, she had taken the time to briefly overlook her file, and while she understood Swaav's fascination, Rru's seemed a bit more complex.

 

He acted as if he had known her for an eternity. She, on the other hand, acted as if she had seen him before, but couldn't place where or when. Looking over the file Swaav held, she began to get a better picture. Her data was over five years old. That was alot missing for her, and obviously Rru wasn't a part of the backed up variant. She sighed, feeling his pain, as she handed the file back to Swaav.

 

Removing her own vestiage, revealing the true Tusken face that sat beneath it, she returned Rose's salute before speaking to both. "No. You haven't been a member of the Black Sun for a long time now. Last known rumor places you with the Mandalorian Crusaders who sacked Coruscant during its latest destruction...."

 

Swaav stepped forward, briefly interrupting Tusker with his own information. "The Crusaders disappeared shortly there after. I'm not sure if you died with them in battle or later on, but with the time lapse in known data, the memories are lost to your former life, your cloning automated by your recent death."

 

Tusker patted Swaav on his shoulder, signifying her seniority, as she gazed upon the both. "Rose Cariadus.... Rruror'rru'rr..... neither of you are bound to the Black Sun any longer. None of us are in truth, as it stands in transition from one leader to the other. And my aid to the Tusken here was only out of kinship..." Her gaze stare at him as he covered his face once more. "And with you found, it is done."

 

She let her words settle briefly, her hand gripping tightly the vestige that formally hid her face, showing that Tusken formalities were lost upon her and her loyalty laid solely with her organization. "But it's not to say that you can't find purpose..." Her gaze sat briefly upon Rru before shifting to Rose. " Or even repurpose within our ranks as we rise from the ashes of old, just as my ancestors did here on Tatooine."

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Xar pondered over Krexel’s words about the R3 unit. It almost sounded like praise, especially the part about the Zinthos Empress. He couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true. If they were though, that certainly would explain why he was so eager to let Xar join Black Sun. After all, if a droid just became leader of an organization, wouldn’t helping another droid make one look good? 

 

Xar took the registration form silently and watched as Krexel walked away. Looking around, Xar was immediately disappointed with how everything looked. Dusty, poorly illuminated, and messy, the outpost had seen better days. 

 

Still, there was opportunity here, in more ways than one.  While Xar had voiced his distaste for Tatooine already, he could see why an outer rim planet as a base of operations, especially for something as suspicious as Black Sun (He had guessed they were involved with illicit activities from the drug shipment). By being so far out of the core worlds, no one would come out here to investigate them. Still, Xar desired a better, upstanding, and most importantly, cleaner, place for his work. Maybe he could convince someone to give him a position on Kuat. 

 

The other opportunity here was a personal one for Xar. Since he was alone, he put down the registration form and found a computer terminal. Within a  few moments and some slicing to bypass a few firewalls, Xar had connected himself into the small database the outpost had available. Xar was both disappointed and impressed. Disappointed because there was so little data here. But impressed because there was information only accessible via knowing certain information. It was a whole different language in here. 

 

“Still, we are better than giving up.” Xar commented. While he couldn’t figure out all the information, he could figure some things. Like the fact that there was a large power output going to what Xar guessed was a cloning facility, judging by the materials being sent there. And that there was investigations into several Black Sun assets, like a savage Tusken Raider and a human woman with a codename of Gamma Blue. Xar committed their names and images to his memory, as well as the names of other Black Sun Agents. Apparently Krexel’s partner’s name was Co’bo, and judging by how these two were always named together, they were inseparable. 

 

Still, the one thing Xar was disappointed in was information on the supposed R3 unit. There was next to nothing, except a few orders from a ‘REMO’. Xar wasn’t even sure if this Remo and the R3 unit were one and the same, but Xar couldn’t help but connect the way humans tended to name droids with their model numbers integrated into it. He himself had a different name given by his rodian creator, but like the superior droid he was, denied it and chose a better one for himself. 

 

Sighing, Xar disconnected and turned back to the registration form. At least he could do one thing to prove further that he could be useful to Black Sun. A few moments later, Xar exited the outpost and found Krexel and Co’bo. 

 

“Your securities need some important updates Krexel” Xar stated outright. “Any wandering jawa with a halfway decent brain could discover that you have an outpost in the dune sea. And should that jawa have half the cunning I do, could figure out that the outpost is for reviving your agents.”  

 

Xar knew he was taking a risk, but by stating this information, Xar was hoping to prove himself to these agents. That his talents were not just limited to killing Rodians. He had so much more potential, and these people should understand his greatness. 

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Rose let herself fall into the kiss, even with how unexpected it was, feeling the stubble of his chin against her face. Memories, strange and foriegn flooded through her from the kiss. All flavoured by that spicy sweet smell of the Tusken Raider. Rruror’rur’rr, a name she could not pronounce, a mighty dragon, and the soft stillness of relief. She certainly had known this man in whatever past life she had lived. She finished the caress, and smiled shyly back before she heard the words of the Black Sun Agent. 

 

“I will go where he goes, if it is your Agency I am happy to do it again. If anything to get my fighting experience back. Speak the words and I'll sign my name.” 

 

She grinned at Rruror’rur’rr as her hands spelled out the words she was saying in her Lorrdian expression. 

 

“What do you wish to do Roar Roar roar roar roar-” She coughed at spat again. “Do you have a easier to pronounce name?”

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Behold the Rose of Sharon is burning in the valley 

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Krexel & Co'bo

 

Krexel brieflt smiled when he saw Xar exit, the elder Onderonian's facial expressions and waving of his hand quickly dismissing the Droid's worry about the cloning outpost. With a chuckle, he replied.

 

"Aye. But they haven't met ol' Swaav yet either." Behind Krexel Co'bo chuckled and added his own brief two cents. "The old man is one of them wizards. Blind as a bat but can see a Greater Krayt at a thousand kilometers." Krexel slapped Co'bo on the back of the head with partial disbelief at his counterpart. "Shush. You know he doesn't like bringing up his past and you know he can hear you even here."

 

"Forgive my compatriot. Easily excitable, but bad manners." Krexel apologized to Xar, the uneasiness evident in his shifting of his weight. "Are you finished with the registrar? If so, I just recieved updated orders. We're going to get a brief retreat from this hell hole and enjoy some sea air. You up for it?"

 

Tusker & Swaav

 

Tu'can'ra smirked at the Blue Rose Swaav was obsessed with as she spoke, seeing the Warrior's spirit within the woman but also a hint of loyalty. It was no wonder her status as an Agent was still active. Her gaze shifted to Swaav briefly before turning back to Rru and then to Rose.

 

"I understand. That decision is solely upon both of your shoulders then and either way I will respect the outcome."

She spoke, hesitant to choose her words wisely given her counterpart's reactions toward her lately over the woman before. Not that she feared him, but caution was a step one must always tread lightly upon when it came to matters of the heart, especially given their situation. Her gaze shifted to Rru as she finished. "I have returned her to you, just as promised. But if the two of you do join the Black Sun, you must tame the wildness within you. The Galaxy is larger than Tatooine and not as forgiving."

 

With that said, she turned to Swaav, and with a bow briefly excused herself as the blind one briefly grabbed her arm in departure. "Co'bo is blabbing about my past again. Be a dear and correct him for me." The old one whispered before turning to Rose and Rru. Reaching out with his hand, he summoned the Armor for Rose to his hands and handed them over and he turned his blind gaze to Rru specifically. "The Tusken is right, my lad. Here, on Tatooine, your kind are Kings. But out there, amongst the stars, you are no more than a wild animal. Act like one, and it will put you down like one." His gaze shifted and he winked at Rose. "Careful with this one. He may be like your people, but his spirit is more primordial."

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