First Reply The Storyteller | Tatooine

[Zel Sharratt]

The Storyteller
Tatooine
Tags: Open

"...and that, my friends, is the reason that Tatooine has been unstable for thousands of years. Facinating what a single act of rebellion can do to shift the entire climate of a planet."

"Yeah, I don't give a womprat's ass, bub."

A stocky Mandalorian in bizarre armor sat at the counter of a bar in Anchorhead. Zel Sharratt was a many things. A collecter of legends, a historian and archaeologist, and a lover of fine art... but more importantly he was a talker. It took very little to get him rambling, and in his search for ancient wisdom he was bound to catch the unsuspecting off guard with an entire lecture about the history of one thing or another. The devaronian bartender of the establishment found that out the hard way.

"Will you let me tell you where the blasted skeleton is?" the man grumbled. "Keep blabbing and I'm keepin' your credits without a peep."

"Ah, my apologies," Zel stated politely, chipper as ever. "I'm afraid I can tend to ramble. These remains, where are they?"

"Seventy clicks to the East," the barkeep muttered. "Ribcage is being used as a tusken shelter. Damn sand folk been givin' us hell for months."

"Now, if I may-"

"Can it, Mando," the man snapped. "I'm done with yer' yappin'. Get your domed noggin out of my bar."

Zel gave a sigh, but offered a polite bow nonetheless, sliding off of his seat to make his way towards the exit. This boded well, rude barkeep aside, that he'd be able to procure a sample of an ancient creature that had, at one time or another, lived in a vast ocean that had been on the surface of Tatooine so long ago. It was an opportunity to catalogue some proper ancient history for his documentary on the history of the galaxy. After all, no such civilization held as much sway over the history of civilization as the Rakata, and any this was an opportunity to record the aftermath they left behind in the flesh.

The bluebreen couldn't pass up such a chance.

 

[Domina Prime]

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Seeketh Fire & Power O Daughter Mine
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All Else Will Follow

Zel Sharratt​

"What was that? Do Dimas ears deceive her? A mouse...speaking as if a lion?" A voice would erupt from the back of the bar as a strange, four armed creature delicately dragged it's claws across a Beskad Blade in her lap. Another hand clutching sweet snacks and popping them into segmented jaws as The Daughter of Ha'rangir chewed audibly before swallowing her meal. Licking those coal colored lips as her Azure gaze focused on the bar.

She almost haden't even noticed the fellow Mandalorian enter, far too caught up in her treats and sugary delights as she stabbed the blade into the table and narrowed her eyes in vicious scrutiny. Standing from her booth near the dark of the establishment as Domina Prime approached the two as Zel appeared to be procuring some kind of deal with the barkeep only to be shooed away to the exit as Zel gave a respectful bow and moved to leave.

However, the Barkeeps….lack of respect to her beloved brother.

It would not go unanswered.

Domina stood in the path of the exit as Zel approached, and like a herding animal that massive tail guided Zel back towards the bar as Dominas two arms reached down to gently caress the shoulders of her Mandalorian Kin.

She would attempt to escort him STRAIGHT back to the bar. The barkeep recognizing Domina and her…primitive behavior, having been afraid of her the moment she walked in.

"W-woah, hey, i gave you the BEST desert cakes we got i ain't got no problem with you ok i was ju-"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ut the FUCK…up…" Dima would hush the barkeep now, letting him know what it felt like to be disrespected. Taking her mask from beneath her cloak and lifting it up to her face, slipping the mask on and revealing to him that she too. Was a Mandalorian.

"O-oh kark your a M-"

"A what? A Meatball? A Myth? A MONSTER? Go on, SAY it~" Domina would squeeze Zels shoulders tighter if he still remained without trying to squirm away from Dima as she brought education.

"Mandalorian…look that stuff i said before i ain't me-"

"Then apologize. Apologize to Dimas kin…or Dima turns this place to ashes and embers." Dima said simply as the Barkeep looked to all the other patrons nervously. A couple of them reached for their pistols, hand on their holster as if waiting.

The others? The ones who knew the name of Prime?

Petrified in an understanding that this...this was beyond them now. They were at the MERCY of Prime.

"SPEAK THE FUCKING WORDS!" She snarled to the Barkeep, sending him nearly jumping out of his skin as fire smoke and azure embers flared from beneath her mask from her lips and nostrils as if she were going to burst into flames of fury.

"S-sorry i'm sorry!" They shouted, covering their face as if expecting to be shot in the face.

But Dima bore no firearms. Her destruction was sweet and intimate, like the touch of a lover. If he were to perish, it would be from her claws.

"...and why are you saying it to Prime?" She asked, running her claw along the domed helmet of her kin. "He's waiting…for his apology. If no apology, then a challenge of war it is~" Dominas tail poised upward like a cobra.

The Barkeep, looked Zel in the visor of his chrome dome helmet. And sheepishly bowed his own head to the man.

"Please forgive my rudeness! I-it won't happen again!" The Barkeep proclaimed, waving down the other patrons with hands on their hips who had clearly never witnessed the decimation Domina could bring upon them.

"Whew, good good, awesome. See to it that it doesn't. You speak to a Mandalorian? You speak with fucking RESPECT. Or you don't speak at all~" She mused, looming over Zel from behind and radiating an intimidating visage that froze the bar as she licked her lips in a hunger for domination and superior subjugation.

But not here, not now…not yet.

Her eyes drifted down from behind her mask as she addressed Zel now.

"Hello little brother! You should be careful! Dealing with mice will make them mistake YOU for one. This cannot be allowed to happen, O brother of Prime. The rodents will start talking out the side of their neck, might end up with their THROATS CUT" She cooed warmly as she patted her claws across his shiny helm! Hissing the final words while glaring at the Barkeep.

Big Sister Dima to the rescue of her beloved sibling!

 

[Zel Sharratt]

Tatooine
Tags: Domina Prime

"Oh?"

Zel turned his head back, finding a fellow sister present, who ushered himself back to the bar and gave the barkeep a stern talking. It resulted in an apology, but Zel, being rather unconcerned with the whole afair, simply gave a chuckle.

"Hello little brother! You should be careful! Dealing with mice will make them mistake YOU for one. This cannot be allowed to happen, O brother of Prime. The rodents will start talking out the side of their neck, might end up with their THROATS CUT"

"Worry not, sister," Zel responded with a shrug. "A scribe does not concern themselves with the tone of others words. We simply are here to observe them. Irritation is little more than a fleeting emotion to be heard, noted, and preserved for later understanding. Should someone act further on these emotions, it is then that a scholar shall show them their place."

The blubreen procured a datapad, flipping through topographic maps to find one that best fit his needs.

"Domina Prime, yes?" he mused as he scrolled. "I've been observing your actions for some time now, sister. I believe that your presence is a paradigm shift in our history." Zel paused, giving his helmet a knock. "But perhaps such a statement makes me more involved in the history I record than I may like. Ah, but I may be able to make use of such a scenerio. Perhaps you'd be willing to join me on a bit of a quest. Believe it or not, this dust ball has a great deal of mythology about it."

Zel lifted the datapad, revealing to Domina an artistic recreation of a large skeletal structure, not to dissimilar to the remains of a whale. The drawing was crude, perhaps scrawled out on a piece of parchment, though one that had obviously seen better days. The historian would let the large xeno look over the image for a moment before returning the datapad to his pack.

"The remains of giants lie in wait on Tatooine," the man relayed. "Would you believe that this planet was once a place of tropical seas? Of course, such a thing has not been true for thousands of years, yet all the same the ghosts of a drowned world remain. I believe I know where one siuch leviathan lies."