Public Tuskan Nights

[Kuwana Ishaati]

Kuwani had a lot on her mind. The mission to meet with The Tuskan Raiders to negotiate an end to attacks on farmer lands was to be if achieved a watershed moment in a dry and thirsty land. But washing over eons of bitterness and distrust between the Tuskans and Farmers was not to be an easy task. Some would say futile.

For months Kuwani had been mastering Tuskan, the pitch, morphology, syntax, and dialect. They communicated in noises that people thought bestial but was naunced and very sophisticated. To tell a story, particularly The Sacred Story was not a process to rush through, like The Sand which had been there for millennia reminding the living of time and how the wind keeps blowing as each soul passes on. The Tuskans had learned in this harsh world to savor life, even if it seemed they were prone to be hostile towards it.

The conflict between the Tuskans and The Farmers was old and bitter. The Tuskans considered their land sacred, and the Farmers as colonizers, people tresspassing on grains their ancestors blood was mingled with. Any attempt to bring a cease of hostilities had failed. There was the language barrier, the culture one, and bad blood that stretched longer than the age of some stars.

Kuwani was a realist, the goal of a lasting peace was a dream, like the pipes on moisture evaporators. What was more realistic was a truce, to lower the death toll, and make Tatooine a safer place.

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Objective Tuskan Trials
Negotiators seek to earn an audience with The Tuskan Chieftan and negotiation a truce.
Light Side Aim: Earn trust, build relationships, and help create peace.
Dark Side Aim: Infiltrate, learn weaknesses, and assassinate Cheiftans of the Tuskan clans.

Objective Farmland Fury
The Farmers are considering banding together to wipe out the Tuskan Camps.
Light Side Aim: Calm the ire of the farmers, and stop a potential genocide.
Dark Side Aim: ferment enmity, sell arms, and cause a war.


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[Kuwana Ishaati]

“The Desert is a furnace some say, a place to purify the worthy.”

Kuwana felt the heat as she stepped off the transport. The planet despite its barrens had cities brimming with life. Behind the safety of walls like Anchorhead, one would barely notice a difference from anywhere else. Outside the walls was a different story. Life there was a circle of predator and prey, and the sand itself a snare to those who had not earned their place. Jawas drove in giant crawlers od metal that afforded them shelter from the elements and predators. Tuskans kept to the cliffs, either standing upon them or camping below them. The wise did not linger in any one place long, for the Arid Realm was a mouth and the jaws & teeth took many shapes.

Kurwana purchased some local robes and pulled a tan hood over her head, Anchorhead was not a place to flaunt her affiliation to the Jedi. Many found the presence of the Keepers of Peace as welcome Bantha Poodoo on their shoes. This was a harsh world, ruled by harsher souls called The Hutts. There was no protection, no favor for the Servants of the Light. And the task at hand while possibly in the interest of the Crime Lords, was not a priority. A status quo had settled in over the eons, avoid the Raiders and ignore the Farmers. For the most part this worked, unless the Tuskans began to raid more fiercely, and supplies of Spice, and other goods were jeopardize, then a Jedi was welcome.

Kurwana pulled up a map on her navi-braclet. The rendezvous point was The Dune Sea, which normally would have been a quick Swoop Bike ride. But the aim was to not offend The Tuskans by stirring the sands in their borderlands. That meant walking.
Kurwana cams to gate of Anchorhead, a man spat aa he began opening it.
“Pretty thing like you ought to stay inside. Out there is nothing but trouble and death.”
The Young Padawan did not gratify those remarks with a reaponse, an eye roll, but not a word as the gate opened to revaal a vast landscape of golden barrenness littered with discarded metal, and parts of all kinds sparkling like silver in the sun. Pulling up a piece of her tunic over her mouth, Kurwana began her trek into the tempest of wind and grains, before her stretched a world scorched by the twin suns.

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - Help the Farmers with the Raiders
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendezvous with the Farmers
2: Understand the situation
3: End the raids between the Tusken Tribes and the Farmers.

FRIEND(s) - Unknown

FOE(s) - Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(s) - Kuwana Ishaati

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Tatooine... if there was a wet spot to the Galaxy, this dustball would be the furthest from it. Of course, she would be loath to come to somewhere this close to Sith Space - proper Sith space if she wasn't desperate: and she was. Ways of making dataries without breaking the tenants of the Sunstar Order was getting increasingly slim, so she decided to take up a job where she would hopefully scare off a bunch of Tuskens - or perhaps find a way for the two to coexist.

Stepping off the Sojourner, beskar-clad and flanked by her two droid companions, with a Vanquo's drakeling clung to her shoulders, the Mandalorian Lasat would make her way to the farming settlement that had commissioned her. Behind the visor, the Lasat scowled as the perennial dust storms that crept up on settlements like predators - much like the one approaching their location right now. She would either have to brave the storm, or find shelter, but she instead found a third thing.

At the outskirts of Anchorhead, she spoke briefly to the man who manned the gates. "Excuse me." she began, looking at the figure who was departing on foot. "Would you perhaps know who that young lady is?" The Lasat's whole demeanor was strange, far more formal sounding than what is to be expected of a mercenary people. Of course, it wasn't the mere presence of the woman which intrigued the Lasat so, but rather that she was trained in the Force. What was a Jedi doing in such a desolate place, and alone for that matter?

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

Tag: Kebii'kara Solus

The Gatekeeper was about to seal the gate when he heard an inquiring voice. He turned to Lasat, and replied, “She seems to be a scavanger. Rather pretty. But to be honest, her skin was too clean to be from here. I know, most of the ladies are sunburned and have sans in their hair.”
The rather rotund man halted the gears that closed the gate.
“Other than that, I know nothing more. Are you leaving? If so I need to get this gate closed, the Raiders have been rathed unnervy and approaching Anchorhead for the first time in a century. I’d advise against venturing out there, but its up to you.”

Kuwana was now in the thick of the Dunes, before her a great crashed vessel where there seemed to be a lot of activity. If she could she would avoid it, since people were want to ask questions. Her orders was to find a Sand Crawler with tusks on the top. Seeing one of those behemoth sized metal tanks was not hard, seeing the top was a great deal more difficult.

At a distsnt she saw one that was capsizing. She aprinted and saw those litfle jittery folk with pointed hoods and yellow eyes ahputing in their tongues. The sound of metal grinding rose loudly into the air, she saw the treads on their side spinning and a pit opening, with tentacles oawing at t he poor souls. Without hesitation Kuwana rushed and knocked one Jawa out of the way, and pinkish coul grabbed her leg and began to srag her in. She clawed at the sand which offered notbing but streaks of her fingers in the grains. She then reached into her cloak and took out a cylander and a beam of yellow hummed to life as she swung to try and cht the cord to the Sarlaac, Jawas seeing her being lassoed in begab to fire into the pit their ion blasters, making the pit growl and Beak ruse up like a mighty tongue to snap at them. Kuwana choked on the sand as she sliced the tentacle with another attempt, but more tentacles came and grabbed poor traders, she reached pit with her hand fo draw one Jawa being pulled in, shouting,
“Come in! Grab my hand!”
The Poor Jawa was pulled in yelling,
“Paydeeeee!”
The Jedi Padawan leap into the pit, landing on the beak that held the Jawa in its mouth, covering it in slime, flipping his lightsaber hilt over she jabbed it into the beaks lips, if they could call that causing it to throw her and the Jawa into air on to sand. Kuwana coughed, as she realizes that the Sandcrawlr was hurting the Sarlaac’s jaw, this all was just bad luck, or well as a Jedi she did not believe in luck. If only she was a Master she might be able to lif the Crawler, when she saw Jawas trying to futility raise the tread with tools. She ran over and tried to help, calling to The Force,
“Please! Arghhhh!”
It was at this moment the tread began to ride out, and the Crawler was able to back up. Kuwana was stunned, was she that strong?! She then saw on the other side two men in white robes and gave a look, one of them approached with silver hair.
“What did I tell you about sand bathing? Its for Tuskans not Jedi.”
A chuckle rose from the Old Jedi Master.
Kuwana rolled her eyes and crosses her arms.
“What took you so long?”
The Master smiled,
“We are heading ahead to assess the Tuskan situation. You need to stay her Kuwana till we get a sense if they will even have an audience with us.”
Kuwana sighed.
“I thought I was suppose to help?”
The Master nodded,
“You will, but if the Tuskans are not amenable to talking, I do not want you there if things turn hostile.”
Kuwana shrugged her shoulders.
“This is my Mother’s doing.”
The Master shook his head,
“No. Its mine. If the Tuskan Camp turns violent, even with The Force as our ally, survival is.. not garanteed. Stay with the crawler, me and Tar’Dan will return and you will accompany us to the camp. The Two Jedi in white mantels marched forward into the mirage of sand. Kuwana had a strange feeling.

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto in the captain's chair aboard The Conquests Agenda. Through the grapevine, a request for outside help had reached the desk of Laphisto. A call for aid. A purchase order for surpluses, arms, and armor was made in a large quantity. There was little information on the buyer, only that the equipment was going to a good cause. Why was the head of state of the Lilaste order going personally? well, as per advice from some of the high brass, it was for PR. if the Lilaste order was to eventually lay claim to this section of space, they needed to get their name on the winds. to become more well-known in the neighboring systems.

as the Forray class corvette touched down for a landing the Communications officer pipped up " sir we are detecting a friendly IFF. its the sojourner"

with a raised brow laphisto looked over to the man a hand gripping his chin in thought before pulling up his vambrace "Send me the transmission codes for our Mercenary. and have the crew begin unloading the cargo. it seems the hands of fate might have brought us here for good reason after all"

as he got up Laphisto began to make his way out of the ship, tapping at his vambrace and sending Kebii'kara Solus a transmission. a short message, with co-ordinance to the landing bay that he had docked at, and an offer for some extra credits working for the order on a cargo delivery mission

as he stepped off the loading ramp laphisto let his eyes flash the teal color as he used his force sight. inadvertently projecting his presence to both Kebii'kara and Kuwana Ishaati

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - Help the Farmers with the Raiders
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendezvous with the Farmers
2: Understand the situation
3: End the raids between the Tusken Tribes and the Farmers.

FRIEND(s) - Unknown

FOE(s) - Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(s) - Kuwana Ishaati || Laphisto

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"I shall follow her." the Mandalorian answered the gatekeeper. "Us offworlders need to stick together." This would be the last time that the gatekeeper saw the stranger for a long while, as the Mandalorian shadowed the Jedi, and striding after her on foot. While neither party could truly hide from the Force, it was instead a game of chicken, who would strike first and why. Apparently, the strange human broke pattern first, as a Sandcrawler crossed in the path of a Sarlacc through nothing but rotten carelessness, and so the madness continued. The drakeling was apparently strong enough, despite being merely a meter long from head to tail, to carry off one Jawa from the clutches of doom - not that the robed rodent-like creatures much appreciated being carried in the moment. From the outside, the Lasat slunk through the myriad of sand, sound, and the Force, as she sensed three more Jedi deploying themselves for the aid of the Jawas. Force lifting the Jawas, as plasma from lightsabers or the Mandalorian's fire-staff beat back the Sarlacc and rescued the caravan from total destruction.

After the din, and telling the pale-scaled drakeling that Jawas aren't pets and no, she couldn't keep one no matter how well behaved they were - a pair of pings came to her comms. One from her astromech companion, who peeked out the gangplank of the Sojourner and had eyes on none other than Grand Master Laphisto himself! This, combined with the second ping of a "cargo movement" - she knew better than to accept this at face value - as well as the presence of multiple Jedi? Something was at work on this dustball, more so than a mere conflict between Tuskens and homesteaders.

"Good day, Jedi." the Mandalorian finally addressed the trio, beskarweave cloak flowing in the last gasping winds of the sandstorm. "Did I arrive just in time for a comparison of robes?" she gestured to the white clad Jedi, and the eldest among them. "Or is there some reason why four Jedi are standing around this particular sandcrawler?"

While the Lasat would not immediately answer the Head of State of the Lilaste Order, the two droid companions left with the ship peered out from the gangplank at the sudden arrival of Laphisto on their landing pad.

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Farmland Fury - Make a Tidy Profit
Tags: Kuwana Ishaati Kebii'kara Solus Laphisto

"Heaven offers nothing that the mercenary soul can desire"
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Tatooine was a harsh world, it's people new that better than anyone. Combine the environment, a lack of resources and suspicious natives, well it meant that conflict was inevitable and to Kes conflict is profit.

The sand shifted ever so slightly, and to the sharp eye the edge of a sand coloured poncho could just be made it laying against the sand. Underneath lay Kes, almost motionless and sitting with a H.T.E Sniper Rifle, zeroed in on the sandcrawler and watched as the Jedi worked their space magic. As they worked his HUD pinged another signature approach. Excruciatingly slowly, the rifle turned to the direction of the newcomer and Kes spotted the unmistakable Beskar helmet.

"Sithspit." he said to himself softly. Jedi and Mandalorians never usually mix but when they do it could be a potent combination, a combination that could throw a wrench into a business deal the gunrunner was working out with the locals. This far out could guess as much the intentions of the Jedi, they weren't the type to help him fuel a growing conflict. And the Mandalorian, well, Kes just hated other Mandalorians.

He had been trapped on this desert hellhole for far too long now, after his run in with the Alliance in Wild Space they marooned him out on Tatooine, the golden boys having no legal jurisdiction out there could never hope to have him prosecuted in Alliance Space so they took the easier option instead. Left with nothing but his battered and lightning scarred beskar Kes worked from nothing to save money to get a ship to leave this place behind. One more good business deal should have him set.

He followed the Lasat with his scope as she made her way to the group of Jedi. He'd observe for now, no need to make any rash decisions yet.

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

TAGS: Kebii'kara Solus
Kes Stag

The Jedi in White Mantels paused when a voice addressed them and turned. The Silver Haired one smiled,
“Robe comparisons can cause wars, ask the Sith.” He chuckled.
“And who might you be?”
Kurwana turned to see the Mando who had not only been seen in the tempest of sand, but now was making impertinate inquiries. As a Padawan she held her tongue, The Master was handling this. But Kuwana did not trust Mandos, they had been sworn enemies of the Jedi, always warmongering and causing trouble. They were often worse than Sith, either they were cultists devoted to their Way, or bounty hunters looking for a pelt. At least The Sith could be sensed a mile away, and if not sensed seen, I meant they wore such vain outfits you’d think they were headed to a modeling gig. Mandos in contrast had that pesky Beskar that lightsabers could not cut, and most of them chose uncivilized weaponry to take out Jedi.
Kuwana waa uneasy, she crossed her arms. The mission was already fraught with perils, now throw a Mando in the mix, and this could turn into a real sand storm. She also sensed something else, but it was faint, perhaps a Tuskan had its sights on them. The Sandcrawler incident after all had made a lot of noise.

 

[Halitus Veikis]

Objective: Farmland Fury

TAG: Free to RP

The First Son having stolen The Father’s Ship divided to make for the nearest planet beyond The Unknown Regions. He wanted to put some space between him and Argos IV after the fiasco. The Young Acolyte was grim, his ship came out of hyperspace and began hurling towards a great tan and white planet. On the bridge he held his gloved hand over his eyes as the alarm sounded and the computer chimed, “Warning! Impact imminent!”
The ship was in nose dive and was about to smash into a dune when he snapped his fingers and the controls reversed thrusters. The point of nose dipping in the grains of sand like a beak. He then brought it back to center and landed. The ramp came down with steam and he in his black cloak and hood hanging upon his back stepped on to the sandy floor. There was structure of white marble not far away, he decided to head there. High above two twin suns shined down on him, he found the brightness disorienting.
Reaching a home with a garden he saw a man in white robes tilling soil. The dumb labor was soothing to watch as he leaned against the white stone house. The Mistress of the House emerges from the shadow of the doorway and nearly jumped from frighten.
“Eagen! We have a guest..”
He could feel her fear, hee heart was pounding like a drum beneath the cloth at hee chest.
The Farmer came and wiped his brow with a cloth.
“Can I help you?”
The First Son contemplated shutting his windpipe and plowing his field with his corpse, but then the Woman said,
“You must be a Jedi.”
The assumption that he was one of those do gooders made his eyes flare with flame. But before he could explain, she was offering him a meal,
“Please join us for something to eat.”
Veikis was not accustom to hospitality, The Father made him and his now deceased brethern hunt for their meals, never did he offer them a banquet.
Mustering some words, he said,
“Sure.”
The Farmer looked at him with a watchful eye. They all sat in chair at a long white stone table, all assortment of food was laid out and vessels with a turquoise liquid in it.
The Woman smiled,
“It’s milk, try it, it’s very good.”
The Sith Acolyte took the white plastic cup and drank it. It had a sweet taste that tingled his tongue, not anything he had ever had on Argos IV.
Eagen concerned began to ask questions,
“Are you hear about the Gathering?”
Looking intently at the Farmer he replied,
“Gathering?”
Eagen nodded,
“We farmers are having a meeting about the Raider attacks. Something has to be done. We are considering banding together to wipe out the camps that have been causing trouble.”
The Sith looked with a tinge of interest in his face,
“How many are you?”
Eagen rubbed his beard,
“There is is about fifty of us. We have some rifles and gaffi sticks. The point is to put a stop to their hostilities. It’s hard enough to farm in this heat and then have those Sand People sabaroging ourcworl or worse.”
Taking another sip of the blue milk, Veikis considered throwing his saber into the mix, a welcome distraction from what weighed on his mind and a chance to test his training.
“I would very much like to attend this Gathering. I think I can help.”
He said this with a very beguiling tone, a wryly smile accompanying the words.
Eagen offered his hand,
“That is great! A Jedi for our cause is just what we need to sway some of the more hesitant neighbors.”
The First Son raised his glass, this was going to be fun.

 

[Laphisto]

With the message sent out to Kebii'kara Solus , that was all he needed to do; she was a mercenary, not a full member of the order but a simple contractor. Whether she answered the call and worked for the order was her own choice. Turning back to the cargo, he moved to help the ground crew unload several boxes, pulling around cargo skiffs piled loaded 3x2x2. Attached to a dual pair of ARSB bikes. in total there were three cargo skiffs and six speeders attached o each one with four others providing guard.

Climbing onto the lead cargo skiff, laphisto sat himself down on the cargo boxes leaning somewhat forward and giving a whistle "Alright lets get a move on. We have a delivery to make to some farmers in desperate need of supplies."

as the convoy began to move, laphisto would continue to reach out with the force, eventually poking at the presence of both Kebii and Kuwana Ishaati , he also found himself slightly poking at the other Jedi in the area. it was a curious aspect to have so many Jedi present in one location. and in turn, it gave him a bad feeling. something was brewing and the game had just begun

Halitus Veikis Kes Stag

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - Help the Farmers with the Raiders
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendezvous with the Farmers
2: Understand the situation (ONGOING
2.1: Understand why the Jedi are here
2.2: Understand why Laphisto is here.
3: End the raids between the Tusken Tribes and the Farmers.

FRIEND(s) - Unknown

FOE(s) - Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(s) - Kuwana Ishaati || Laphisto || Kes Stag

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Behind the visor, the Lasat genuinely smirked at the jape regarding fashion being the cause of wars; aJedi with good humor would make things a lot easier - if her little buddy Beviin decided not to make them her newest perch.
"I am Kebii'kara of House Solus." she began, nodding to the pale scaled drakeling that pointed her head at so many Force Users in one place. "My purpose here concerns the recent hostility between the Homesteaders and the Tuskens I am to quote "handle it by any means necessary"." She let the last part hang in the air, before exhaling. "Naturally, I hope there to be a peaceful settlement between the two parties, the farmers weren't too specific on any limitations in accomplishing this mission. Though I must confess, my Tusken is nonexistent." She would look, and the Jedi would note no deception nor sarcasm in her words - she genuinely wished to have an amicable resolution to the ancient enmity between the various inhabitants of the Dune Sea. In kind, Kebii surveyed the remaining Jedi. "Though it would appear that I have intruded upon some business of your own. If you know someone who may act as an interpreter of mine for the Sand People, I will render half of my earnings and my own assistance to your own endeavors."

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

TAG: Kebii'kara Solus

The Master Jedi gave a smile.
“I am relieved a Mandalorian is on a mission of peace,” he said this with a chuckle. “We could use any help to bring an end to this bloodshed.”
Stroking his beard, he looked at Kuwana and said, “Kuwana is an excellent interpreter, she has mastered the language of the Tuskans. She will help you.”
Kuwana protested,
“Master!”
The Silver Haired Senior Jedi looked at her with a frown,
“Yes?”
Kuwana wanted to point out what folly it was to trust a Mando and how the thought of working alongside one was so disagreeable to her that she’d rathed shovel Bantha Poodoo. But she said none of this, though she knew her feelings could be read like a datapad.
“I.. accept your decision..”
The Master smirked, he stepped closer to the two unlikely partners.
“Perhaps this will mean not only a peace between Tuskan and Farmer, but a bridge between Jedi and Mandalorians. The Force works in a mysterious Way.”
The combining of the two terms from their faiths was deliberate. He saw in these two a chance to bury another conflict.
“When we return with permission to enter The Camp, you two will take point and negotiate the cease fire.”
As The Master stepped away with a nod, Kuwana stepped forward, “Master..”
He turned back briefly,
“May The Force Be With You.”
He smiled and looked at The Mando and Apprentice, therd was sparkle in his eye aa if he knew something they did not.
“And may it be with you also.”
The Three Jedi Masters disappeared into the desert, headed for the nearby Tuskan Camp.
Kuwana crossed her arms as she looked at The Mando.
“I ma going to be upfront Mando, I don’t trust you. You say your here for peace, a novelty for your kind since your whole race worships war. I will obey my Master’s mandate, but make no mistake, you try anything and I’ll kill you.”

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Farmland Fury - Make a Tidy Profit
Tags: Halitus Veikis Kuwana Ishaati Kebii'kara Solus Laphisto

"Heaven offers nothing that the mercenary soul can desire"
​

The gunrunner studied the group through the scope of his rifle. No overt hostilities were noticeable and seeing the Mandalorian join the group as they walked away from the Sandcrawler didn't put Kes at ease, especially as they headed towards the direction of the Tusken-farmer conflict. As he lay motionless his HUD flashed again, this time from a probe droid he had sent ahead to the Moisture farmer settlement and form what it read, seemed another Jedi had entered the mix.

Just as he was about to look back at the group his hands started to tremble and violent headache rocked his brain. It had been twenty six hours since he last had any spice and his body was suffering the withdrawal. Having to save money to buy a ship meant he had to cut back on Spice and his body was beginning to feel the wear of withdrawal symptoms. He fumbled for a stim on his built and in it a bright orange liquid. Quickly he removed his armoured glove and rolled up the sleeve of his vacsuit and sweat immediately began forming on his arm as it was cut off from his beskar's cooling unit. Without a second thought he punched the stim into his arm. His hands stopped shaking and the headache faded as he felt his nerves tingle in waves, going up and down his body. The effects diminished quickly, his tolerance was too high and the stim was too little but it was enough for now.

Having made a suitable commotion from under his poncho the Mandalorian saw little reason to hide any longer, Kes had no doubt that he'd be meeting a Jedi soon.

In one lumbering motion he rose from the ground, sand pouring off of him like a liquid. Kes stood at full height and in full view before reaching into the sand next to where he was laying and pulled a large duffel bag that clattered as it rose. Securing his sniper on his back and the duffel bag in both hands he bent his knees slightly as his Jetpack now sputtered to life. After a few brief fwoomps from the nozzles and an orange jet spewed out and propelled him into the air at great speed and a deafening sound. At first flying straight upwards, his trajectory eventually arched straight towards the farms.

As he flew through the sky eventually his HUD picked up a small collection of homesteads and farms loosely in the same area. After diverting his direction towards them he cut the thrusters on his pack and rapidly he began descending. With the freedom of flight it was so easy to forget that beskar gives its wearer the aerodynamics of a missile and not a bird. As his altimeter rapidly decreased Kes flipped his body around so his feet faced the ground and gave his Jetpack a big pump which slowed him to a grinding halt and safely on the ground. He felt his body shudder, not from adrenaline but an after effect of the spice.

Kes had landed roughly two hundred meters from the largest of the homesteads and he felt eyes fall upon him from all around, attracted by the roaring noise of his jetpack no doubt. Slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder he walked slowly towards the homestead and called out to the owners who had now emerged from the building. "Heard in Anchorhead you folks were planning a scrap with the Tuskens!" he shouted out.

"Might have some toys that could help ya out!"

Eventually he reached the farmstead and dropped the duffel bage at his feet, a loud clatter as it fell. Without hesitation he unzipped it, revealing five Bozdugan rifles and a bandolier of thermal detonators. It wasn't much in terms of sales Kes had done in the past but to these farmers with antique rifles and a few gaffi sticks he may as well be handing them a thermonuclear warhead. "Got a lot more where this came from." he said, scratching the arm which he had stimmed himself with.

Kes watched as the farmers eyes lit up at the sight of the rifles. "Not even the local gangs got stuff like this! You best come along, the locals 'round these parts are getting together to talk about wiping out those raiders once and for all. This fancy gear ought to help us out."

Kes calmly picked up the bag, a smirk forming underneath his helmet. Some of the farmers seemed keen and with some proper gear he reckoned the rest wouldn't need much convincing. But of course there was one matter he'd have to know about first.

"Before we go anywhere got one question. I'd like to know about the Jedi that just came through."

 

[Tia Moonrus]

TAG: Kes Stag

The Jedi Cruiser was in orbit. Like a great silver Purgil, it watched over Tatooine. From the observation deck, Jedi Master Vunar watched as Jedi made contact in the Tuskan Camp.
Arriving on the bridge was a woman of great height who’s blessed me curly hair flowers like the rays of the sun. Her body from the neck to abdomen was in Beskar ore, forged of thick plate and the rest was a bridal dress of Ashla, having married herself to The Light.
“You summoned me Master Vunar?”
The Green Skinned Master turned and nodded.
“The Dipomatic Team has reached the Tuskan Camp.”
Tia blinked hee lashes, her fine skin shimmering in the light.
“Then negotiations are going well.”
The Master sighed,
“There is a problem. A Mandalorian has arrived at the Farmlands and is arming the disgruntled, for a few of course.”
Tia added with dismay, “Of course..”
“I need you to use your special form of diplomacy to dissuade this Mando. You are authorized to use all means necessary.”
Tia nodded,
“I understand Master,” she said as she turned.
“One more thing.. I felt something, a tremor in the Force.”
Tia turned back to The Master,
“I felt it too.”
With that exchange The Bride of Ashla made her way to the hangar, there she found her Jedi Starfight and astromech which beeped at her arrival.
“Hello R9, it is good to see you too.”
She climbed up into the cockpit, and the glass descended around her, and the thrusters came alive speeding her out into space and then into the planet’s atmosphere. The descent covered her cockpit in flame until she came into a great cluster of white clouds, she set her coordinates for the Farmlands, the thrusters making loud shifting noise as she did a barrel roll and came down to a stretch of rock with some arches that would provide some shelter for her vessel. Opening the cockpit, she climbed down as R9 beeped,
“Usual routine R9, stay with the ship unless you receive contact from Master Vunar. Understood?”
The droid beeped in the affirmative as she stepped on to the deep brown slab of to rock. Hanging from her belt and swaying like seesaw was a crossguard lightsaber hill of ornate design. It was of a fine electrum and durasteel, making it virtually indestructible. She moved cautiously, leaning as her long skirt and train flowed above the sands. She pulled out binoculars and saw a cluster of white homes of stone, and a crowd forming. She saw the gleam of sun reflecting off beskar, it was the Mando.
She approached with such silence, that it was as if she was a Tuskan Raider, hiding numbers. She reached the square where the farmers were clamoring for blaster rifles and offering their meager funds.
She tried to find the Mando, her hand hovering over her hilt. Where was he? She senses in the Force, looking for that primal signature of a warrior, when she then detected something else, the dark side…

 

[Kebii'kara Solus]

CURRENT QUEST - Help the Farmers with the Raiders
Immediate Goals -
1: Rendezvous with the Farmers
2: Understand the situation (ONGOING)
2.2: Understand why Laphisto is here.
3: End the raids between the Tusken Tribes and the Farmers.
3.1: Assist the Jedi in peacefully resolving the conflict between the Homesteaders and Tuskens

FRIEND(s) - Kuwana Ishaati (temporarily)

FOE(s) - "Whoever just rocketed back to Anchorhead" ( Kes Stag )

TARGETING ACTION(s) - Kuwana Ishaati || Laphisto || Kes Stag || Tia Moonrus

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"That is going to be extremely difficult for you." The Lasat answered, a steely gaze could be felt from within the visor. "As I am trying to make sure everyone lives."

Kebii'kara never claimed that the Mandalorians were perfect - she wasn't her sister, first of all, and her own journey reflected the imperfections of such a people. Yet still, she left with the blessing of her family, and she wasn't shunned for wanting to make a mark of her own on the Galaxy - and though they forged weapons of war, and learned to fight as was the Resol'nare, she did not bode ill will towards the Jedi as a whole. A disdain for the philosophy, and a reluctance to support them when they were tied to the Alliance, and now pretending to be above them when they had scattered into a thousand Enclaves of their own, certainly - but outright contempt as the human girl had shown her? That was a novelty - one she wasn't going to let slide.

...Except until there was movement in the sand, and a roaring fire of a jetpack - beskar'gam glinting beneath the twin suns. "Karabast..." she exhaled, switching to her comns before the Jedi Padawan would sneer in vindication of her prejudice. "Geena, sitrep-another Jedi? There's a cruiser?!"

Laphisto was here in person, and a small flotilla was no doubt behind at his beck and call. There was a small contingent of Jedi here, and now a cruiser had jumped out of hyperspace to support them. Aside from this being the homeworld of the legendary Skywalkers, there should be no reason for there to be this much of an escalation of force between the Jedi and Laphisto Order.

She hoped.

"Tyme, stay with the Sojourner, keep eyes on whoever else is deciding to show up here..." She snarled as she stalked her way back to Anchorhead. "Geena, patch me through to Commander Laphisto - I don't care if you have to crash into him to do it! I'm going to try and stop this before things get out of hand...!" She turned and gave a snarky remark to the Padawan "Well, Miss Kuwana? Seems like there might be a robe convention on this planet after all... I presume these are friends of yours?"

 

[Laphisto]

Laphisto and his convoy made their way through the desert, the speeder bikes roaring across the sands and heading to the farmlands, the very same farmlands that Kes Stag had found himself landing in. Laphisto saw the jet pack and raised a brow. He knew a Mandalorian when he saw one, and if there was a Mandalorian here, then that meant one of two things. Either a scouting party testing to see how this planet might be fair for invasion, or in the case of the Mandalorians of this day and age, a bounty hunter, mercenary, or arms dealer. It was hard to keep up with Mandalorian employment nowadays. But no matter, Laphisto was sure what ever he had to offer the farmers was far better quality.

Entering the town, Laphisto made it just in time to see the Kes Stag talking with some of the farmers about the weapons he had brought. With a small chuckle rolling from his throat, he raised a brow, got off his speeder, popped one of the crates open, and grabbed hold of a LO-17D Blaster Rifle. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the Mandalorian. " I have a better offer to make, with a weapon of better quality and power. "

Kebii'kara Solus Halitus Veikis Kuwana Ishaati Tia Moonrus

 

[Kuwana Ishaati]

TAG: Kebii'kara Solus
Laphisto

Kuwana was eyeing the Mando when a jetpack was heard and then she saw a Jedi Starfighter, and heard mention of a cruiser. Keeping pace with The Mando, she heard her talking go someone on comms,
“Who are you talking to?”
There was a loud screech in the air the Jedi Starfighter changed gears and headed for the Farmland.
“No.. I have bo idea who that is, we came in a small transport. What in The Force is going on?”
She drew her lightsaber hilt and kept pace with Kebi,
“We are suppose to stay put till The Masters return. Whatever this is.. its none of our business, at least not till we get The Tuskans to agree to the treaty.”
She was frustrated, she had been left with a partner that was not to her liking, and now she was contacting someone. She claimed to be for peace.
“You need to let me in on who you just contacted! How do we know they are trustworthy? Our mission was to not involve outsiders.. my Master made an exception, but he said nothing about whoever you contacted!”
She snapped her golden blade to life. She admitted her blood was at boil. Nothing was going as planned, and worse she was a Padawan and alone with a principle enemy of Jedi.
“We arn’t going further till you tell me what is going on!”
She grabbed at the arm of the Mando with the Force. Not a wide action, Jedi and Mando had a history and to tug at their sacred armor was tantamount to spitting in their face.

 

[Halitus Veikis]

The First Son was wnjoying the bospitlsity when The Gathering was starting earlier. Apparently a Mandalorian had arrived woth arms. Veikis had never met one of those fabled warriors of Mandalore. He was a sheltered Sith, and now at last he was in larger sandbox metaphorically speaking, and what a drug it was as people clamored and clawed for weapons. He found it amusing how the potential for death was so ferverish, he yhought that belonged to Sith. Then he felt it, the most unwelcome of presences, that feeling he had as a child on the Jedi Outpost and the invasion of Argos IV. The Light Side burned like the twin sons of Tatrooine, and lo and behold a figure with hair matching those great orbs in the sky. She turned looking in crowd for someone and then she caught sight of him. She took a step and disappeares in wave of bodies, Veikis tapped his hilt when he suddenly was tossed in the air and on to a roof.
“Oof! That was unpleasant..”
Then he saw he leap into air, her robes like white wings as she drew a saber and attempted to dig it into his chest cavity. Fortunafely he had the notion to roll, and the blade instead burned a hole in the white stone rather than his torso.
Snapping his blood blade to life, he spun it into reverse grip.
“You have some moves Jedi.. tell me, what do you know of the dark side? I imagine very little. Let me show you then!”
He leapt and with a free hand sent bolts of purple lightning at The Jedi and swung his blade with a angry groan, his eyes sparking like his blade meeting her cool topaz edge.
He held the lock up and pressed her against the edge,
“Why must every Jedi I meet be a woman? Have you lost all your men or just gilded them?”
He could feel her pushing back, and giving one of those looks all ladies seemed to send his way,
“Oh Sarlaac! This is going to hurt..”

 

[Kes Stag]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Farmland Fury - Make a Tidy Profit
Tags: Focus - Halitus Veikis Tia Moonrus Laphisto | Kuwana Ishaati Kebii'kara Solus

"Heaven offers nothing that the mercenary soul can desire"
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The small gathering of farmers was about as organized as one could hope, half of them shouting ideas over each other and the other half huddled around the duffel bag of weapons Kes had brought to the table. He didn't care if this meeting amounted to nothing however, he just wanted to make a sale. "Imperial vintage." he said picking up a rifle and handing it to a farmer to inspect. "Feels a bit heavy but you'll get used to it. This is the rifle the New Imperial Order built the Empire on, it's hardy, rugged and reliable. Usually they're a grand a piece but I'll sell these to you at a discount."

Then another voice called out from behind him, an offer of better weapons at a cheaper price. Kes frowned under his helmet. Competition, just the thing to sour a business deal. As some farmers began to flock to Laphisto and his crate of hybrid blasters Kes pushed right past them. He ignored Laphisto and pulled a blaster from the crate, first unloading it then looking down it's sight. He racked the bolt and slowly pulled the trigger. A click came soon after and he gave a slight nod. He turned the rifle on its side and toggled between it's two modes, blaster and slugthrower before putting the rifle back down.

"Not bad. Slugthrower is a nice touch." He said, seemingly more interested in the rifle than the sale. "Nice and light for a rifle of its size." he said as if surmising his findings from a research paper. "But hybrid usually means a layer of complexity for a rifle." he said, the tone in his voice changed, he turned to the group of farmers around him.

"Bozdugan was designed so anyone could pick it up and go, Stormtrooper or insurgent. You lot aren't fighting a war against a changing enemy that needs something like this, you're fighting Tuskens and the odd Hutt enforcer. The bozdugan is a rifle you can forget about and when trouble comes knocking you can pick it up and expect it to work. The under barrel ion attachment means you can use it whenever your droids get a bit unruly as well."

The Mandalorian paused before speaking again. "As for a better deal, I'll throw in enough ammunition for your little excursion and maintenance kits for free if you take my deal."

Out of nowhere Kes spotted a figure thrown to a nearby roof of a farmstead. It was what he presumed was the Jedi. Kes felt his hand drop to his blaster holster when Veikis leapt down and his blade met Tia's. He let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn't the target. His eyes then narrowed on their lightsabers, high commodity items that sold very well to the right person. He turned back to Laphisto. "Friends of yours?"

 

[Sunyia]

Deep in the Dune Sea, near the clifftops a gathering. Here arouhd a bush gnarled and round six sisters stand. One of thwm steps forth, her hands glowing with the green fire which ahe castes pn to the bush as a cauldron.
“Sisters.. the planet groans from the conflict of Sand and Plow. We must ensure more harm does not come to this world.”
Suniyia raised her head,
“Reverend Mother, I will answer the Planet’s Call.”
The other sisters raised their pale fingers making a crescent with the thumb pointed down to their heart.
“Brave Sunyia.. you shall lead your sisters in This Reclamation. May the Magicks be with you my daughters.”
Sunyia stepped from the Burning Bush and was surrounded by her sisters.
“The Cultivators have been acquiring arms. We must desteiy their weapons of war.”
Eshanti spoke up,
“What of the Sojourners? Their caravans are hidden all over.”
Sunyia nodded her scarlet hooded head,
“They respect the planet. They are allies in our cause. Reverand Mother has sent Kalmu to seek their assistance.”
Tuva piped up,
“Will they help? They are hostile to all who are not their kind.”
Sunyia nodded,
“They fear our Magicks, and understand our cause is justice! We shall cause such a storm that will wipe away the Harvesters once and for all!”
They all chanted as once,
“He'ay'hee'ee dho!” (a call to the ancients, https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/paecean-dictionary.2444/)