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Post by isemmens on May 17, 2011 16:24:56 GMT
Verran listened intently, only expending effort to breath and listen as Osek described the twins tale, knowing that the sorcerous powers that the Elder spoke of were more likely to be applications of the force used to control the lesser willed. He paused for a few moments after Osek finished, deliberating upon the leaders words before speaking to him again.
"Would it be correct for me to assume, that even if I were to find them alive, it is better for the Naar Clan to believe that they had died?"
Verran picked his words with caution, though knew Osek would probably agree that should Taree and Tiso be found, the Naar clan seemed to be shaken by the event itself, let alone bringing the two back to it. If they could be found alive, he would be sure to take them off planet and deny any communication with the Clan. Not that the action itself was too dissimilar from the old Jedi ways in the first place
"Thank you for your time and hospitality Osek"
The unarmed jedi pushed himself back onto his feet, lifting up his travelling cloak and setting it upon his shoulders again. The thought occurred to him that El-Tee could possibly do with updating the meaning of 'Sah'raat' to a more platable one when within this region.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on May 17, 2011 16:30:45 GMT
Osek breathed heavily, as he got up to shake Verran's hand.
"That would be for the best. I hope you can find them - Tiso only wants to protect his sister, and Taree is a good girl at heart. Look after them, Master Jedi."
The elder walked out of the tent, and pointed in the direction of the rising sun. "That way is where Veero and Taree patrolled. I suggest you start your search there. Good luck."
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Post by isemmens on May 17, 2011 16:50:29 GMT
Verran nodded, pulling his cloak tighter around himself after shaking Osek's hand.
"I shall get hold of my guide and head that way now. I can only hope that your loss will heal in time."
He gave a final bow to Osek before treading the same path he had into the camp, drifting out of the Clan's lives and home just as easily as he had been let into it. His hand curled round his long range communicator in his pocket with the intent of trying to get hold of Golen as he got outside the boundaries of the Naar Clan.
"El-Tee, I have an update on 'Sah'raat, though I'll tell you in a less judgemental area. I wouldn't like to stir up the emotional state of the Naar clan more than recent events already have."
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Post by <imaginative username here> on May 18, 2011 12:52:55 GMT
Verran made his way back to the tree Golen had said to meet at, and with reasonable ease spotted the guide - the Togruta had nestled in the upper reaches of the tree, his back leant against the trunk as he scanned the surrounding area with his rifle's scope.
"News, boss? You're still alive, I see - the Naar clan must really like you."
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Post by isemmens on May 18, 2011 23:09:50 GMT
"I've been subjected to much worse in my life."
He smiled, looking towards the relaxed Togruta guide, rather amused at Golen's positioning within the tree. Verran Tightened the cortosis gauntlets of his wrists out of habit as he spoke.
"As hostile as they are, it doesnt derive from any form of hate. More the need to protect their own."
He mused upon his own words, turning back to El-Tee as the Copper coloured droid caught up to his position.
"Nevertheless, We still have a lot more to do my friend. The Naar clan informed me that we need to head East of their camp, seems we have to hunt for the Twins if we are to find them"
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Post by <imaginative username here> on May 23, 2011 2:43:56 GMT
"Understood, boss." The togruta deftly dropped out of the tree, shouldered his rifle, and set off at a leisurely pace.
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An hour passed, with Golen leading the jedi and droid on a seemingly thoughtless path through the waving grasses. However, at some point around the middle of the afternoon, Verran felt...something. A presence nearby. It was hard to tell how long it had been there - it wasn't a sudden occurrence, more like a gradually intensifying tone that has only just become definitely audible. Focusing, Verran was able to pinpoint its location - a collection of low-rise hills a short distance away to the north.
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Post by isemmens on May 23, 2011 10:23:27 GMT
Verran' hand reached out to lightly catch Golen's shoulder, startling the guide seemed a good way to get shot and Golen had expressed a dis-liking for abrubt verbal communication. He moved toward's the hunter.
"I need you to stay here, I can feel something at the top of that ridge. It is not something I would like to risk your safety upon my friend."
Verran did not wait for a responce, whether Golen was going to agree with him was of no consquence and a tracker at his level of experience would hesistate to get into an elongated arguement in open territory. The lone Jedi signalled to El-Tee before making his way North, his pace picking up ever so noticably from the pace they had be moving at prior.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on May 23, 2011 11:25:32 GMT
Golen looked confused, but nodded and quietly sat down.
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A few minutes later, Verran and El-Tee had made their way to the hills. The plants were larger and more wild here, hampering even Verran's movement; but they were able to make reasonable progress.
On the hill itself, the grass cleared - only a few trees and a rocky outcrop decorated its surface. As Verran began to climb, however, he suddenly felt a stab of danger in his psyche. He sidestepped just in time to dodge a two foot long barbed arrow thudding into the ground where he had stood a second earlier.
A male Togruta stepped out from behind a boulder, a long curved bow in his hands. His face was calm, but had a degree of determination and stubbornness Verran was a little used to seeing in the mirror. He turned back to the boulder and motioned at someone behind it to stay back, then turned back to the jedi.
Notching another arrow, but not drawing the bow, he said something in the Togruta tongue in a steady and firm voice. El-Tee translated:
"He says that was a warning shot, sir. He has no fight with the outsider or abomination, but will kill us if we come any closer."
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Post by isemmens on May 23, 2011 20:48:51 GMT
Verran turned to the direction from which the arrow was fired, his hands raised in the manner that seemed to becoming customary for this mission. Raised open palm equal height to his head. Verran forced a slight smiled as he looked at the bow wielding Togruta.
"El-Tee, make the translation as....curteous as possible."
He glanced to the droid, ensuring that he was indeed ready for Verran to speak.
"You must be Tiso of the Naar Clan. Osek spoke well of you. If I do not come any closer, may I at least speak with you?"
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Post by <imaginative username here> on May 25, 2011 5:43:39 GMT
The young man's eyes narrowed, and he again gestured in the direction of the boulder behind him. He then turned back and said something, which El-Tee translated.
"What do you want, outsider?"
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Post by isemmens on May 31, 2011 19:33:55 GMT
"I was told that you left the Naar clan grounds to find your Sister, Taree. From what I understand she exhibited some unusual abilities before leaving the clan herself."
Verran was at an odd point in conversation, having to decide how much information to reveal to the young togruta while trying to keep it ambiguous as to his intentions with the two. For now it seemed better to show only his knowledge of their actions, hopefully the hint that he could help would give them reason to let him closer.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Jun 1, 2011 12:39:21 GMT
El-Tee translated the togruta's reply. "Leave my sister alone, outsider. She had done nothing to you."
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Post by isemmens on Jun 12, 2011 18:44:49 GMT
"I only want to help her."
Verran took a tentitative step forward, keeping his hand up into the air. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on the young togruta, searching for any sign that he was about to receive and unwanted arrow in his direction.
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Post by <imaginative username here> on Jun 14, 2011 9:31:52 GMT
Tiso's eyes were mistrustful, but he allowed the jedi and his droid to approach. Wordlessly, he led them up the hill and into a den of sorts, set up below an overhanging boulder.
The camp was a meagre one. Two bedrolls, a small campfire and a backpack-sized basket containing some dried foods were all that marked the Togrutans' sorry existence. Lying in one of the bedrolls, face screwed up in constant pain was a female togruta. Her frame was wiry and athletic, but the true sense of power came from her presence in the force - an open wound, infected and reeking with hopelessness, confusion and anger. The negative emotions were so powerful and focused, they almost seemed to penetrate the material world around her - the light seemed duller, the grass yellowed and faded.
As they approached, Tiso knelt next to his sister, whispering soothing words in his tongue to her as he wet a cloth in a bowl of water and applied it to her forehead. As the girl shifted her posture, Verran saw the problem - a long cut across her abdomen, clearly from a sword or similar slashing weapon. The wound stank, and seeped an unpleasant-looking liquid whenever she moved. Without real medicine, the Togruta would not live long.
Verran's footsteps were soft, but Taree somehow was aware of his presence. As he stepped forward her eyes opened and snapped angrily to him. The air suddenly felt charged, like that before a thunderstorm, as the surrounding objects began to rattle and rise off the ground.
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Post by isemmens on Jun 16, 2011 23:26:15 GMT
Verran stayed in place as the Female Togrutas eyes snapped to him, to try to move towards her was too akin to moving towards an injured beast to be a safe action.
"Tiso, I need you to tell her that I can help"
He hoped that her brothers own words would mean more than his, Tiso was likely the only one that could calm her. The wound looked too serious to simply waste time argueing. That act of Taree surviving this long with such a nasty looking wound was surely a testament to her willpower.
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