Triampheus
The Wraith
Sand swirled around the tribesman, blurring their vision and dirtying their garments. None of them seemed to care, and rode on without a word. There was about a dozen of them, fifteen at most. Each sat atop a Dewback, or some similar species. At the front of the pack was a tall female, clad in iron armor. Cloth wrapped around her head and neck, protecting her face from the raging storm of dust surrounding her. A bare fist rose up in the air, signaling the others to stop. There was something approaching, breaching the planet's harsh atmosphere. Quickly the world's heavy gravity would start pulling it down. Only a skilled pilot would prevent a crash.
Not many came to Pitann on purpose. Those that did came seeking the precious minerals the planet contained. Few ever left, having been ruthlessly killed by the natives. Over two dozen tribes lived on the desert planet. All united under one leader, a vicious woman known as War'Rain, Queen of the desert. She despised intruders, and commanded all her troops to kill them on sight. For many, many years ago explorers came, seeking metals. They left with none, instead taking the chieftain's wife and child. Since then no visitors were allowed on the planet. Ships were shot at upon entry, and troops rode out immediately to slaughter survivors. Only the strongest survived on Pitann.
Pointing at the approaching vessel War signaled for her warriors to follow. Together the started riding towards the ship's landing point. No turrets were close enough to shoot it down. The natives would have to send THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE, the planet's strongest group. War was the head of the group, and they often patrolled the world for days or even weeks on end. Devices stolen from trespassers allowed the tribes to communicate, and rely coordinates of the intruders. Whoever was arriving on the planet would be in for some trouble. Lots of it.
"Leave. No. Survivors."
Not many came to Pitann on purpose. Those that did came seeking the precious minerals the planet contained. Few ever left, having been ruthlessly killed by the natives. Over two dozen tribes lived on the desert planet. All united under one leader, a vicious woman known as War'Rain, Queen of the desert. She despised intruders, and commanded all her troops to kill them on sight. For many, many years ago explorers came, seeking metals. They left with none, instead taking the chieftain's wife and child. Since then no visitors were allowed on the planet. Ships were shot at upon entry, and troops rode out immediately to slaughter survivors. Only the strongest survived on Pitann.
Pointing at the approaching vessel War signaled for her warriors to follow. Together the started riding towards the ship's landing point. No turrets were close enough to shoot it down. The natives would have to send THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE, the planet's strongest group. War was the head of the group, and they often patrolled the world for days or even weeks on end. Devices stolen from trespassers allowed the tribes to communicate, and rely coordinates of the intruders. Whoever was arriving on the planet would be in for some trouble. Lots of it.
"Leave. No. Survivors."
@[member="Circe Savan"]