RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Tatooine, Beyond the Dune sea.
Night fall...
The camp-fires of the staging area were burning bright, illuminating the rock valleys in which they had fortified their position. Thousands of them had come, seeking the wisdom and knowledge of the Elder Warlock Grahl. Some even whispered that he was a prophet, sent from the very depths of the force to lead them to victory.
Jack grunted, moving silently through the edges of the camp, dodging wild Tusken raiders and their animal companions. He had recalled what was left of his Wolf Warriors from Clan Raxis. Force knew there was very few of them here.
At last he came to his own section of the camp. Planted beside the banners of the Tusken Tribes, and Gamorrean Clans was his own banner. A red wolf on a black background. Symbolizing the fury and tactics of his own Clan.
He pulled back the teepee flap, a crude construction of Bantha leather over bones and entered. At once his warriors rose, armor clinking and grinding with sand.
"Relax." It was a gruff command, made course by his vocabulator.
"How did it go?" Alleria asked.
She was his second, a fierce woman whom had proven herself time and time again. Blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and a face smeared in red war-paint on pale white skin.
"I think it went well. This Grahl character, he had the stones to hold this band together so far. There's something else about him too..."
"Good or bad?" asked another, chowing down on a bowl of what looked like mud water.
"That remains to be seen. I could sense the Force in him, but more of an earthy dark nature. Not like my own."
"I know a few of these guys were talking about the powers he held. How he shaped this valley with his magic or some such nonsense." Alleria chided, taking her seat again by the fire, palms out stretched.
Jack removed his helmet, revealing his brown eyes and sloppy mess of hair. With a groan and some creaking he squatted, extending his own hands to the fire, letting the crimson amber embers warm his bare calloused hands.
"Don't discount anything. If this goes off like I think it does, we might just have us some great oppurtunites in the future. Lands, treasures, glory. What remains to be seen is how many other Mercenaries and Clans fall in line. Only time will tell...."