Post by Jëdî T¥ on Mar 29, 2007 4:42:30 GMT -5
Dry, arid, rugged windswept landscape stretched out before the lithe warrior the breeze felt good against his bare shoulders and chest. The amber light cast down from the sun known as Lumea was no less warm than that of your 'standard' yellow sun.
He inhaled abit of the harsh sand cast air the grit he was used to by now, grit luckily his mask filtered out. The World of Endless Wind was a rough place to live, but he liked it. Especially at times like these.
It fit who he was now. It fit Raraza.
" Going to stand there alll day and admire the wind in your fae hair or you going to fight me? " Challenged the balding squat man behind him, two hands clutching the awkward looking thick-bladed vibro-sword wavering it back and forth in a swaying dance of challenge. The man's legs, however, did not move with such fluidity. A wide-legged stance had him seated in place on the repulsor-lifted wind rider.
Painted features behind a filtration mask split into a half jokers smile as the other man turned around to face his opponent. A saber shaped vibrosword being drawn free. " Again Iman? This is twice in a week. "
" I'm going to beat you this time Raraza. " The man stated before lunging his arms drawing to the right then arcing towards his left in a far too heavy sweep at the end of it he angled his sword tip back towards the other man and thrust - tip towards torso.
Raraza dipped back at the chest, pony-tail slapping his face as weapons tip almost skimmed flesh managing to graze the harness he wore for his sword, 'snipping' loose a leather strap the ultrasonic hum of the virboblade almost audible to the fighter as his own blade stabbed up and in turning to it's flat so it could knock the thrust aside his body twisting towards Iman's right as he did so.
Iman's arms attempted to draw back in as a hand clasped down on his left wrist instantly tugging down sending the man toppling forward over towards the edge of the wind rider. A short plummet into rock laden sands below but one that would be painful. He regained his balance attempting to spin about, weapon held high. But this was stopped mid-movement feeling the strong connection of a foot on the back of his thigh one that buckled a knee forward to crash into the lip of the starboard side. " You bastard! " He oathed out before vanishing over it.
Laughter followed from several others on board the Red Lady as Iman rolled onto his back sitting up after the very quick short fall. " Unfair... I wasn't exactly ready yet. "
A sword slid into it's sheath and Raraza leaned over the rail looking below. " Well, you initiated the attack. If you didn't move like a Gamorrean you wouldn't be in the sand right now."
" I've seen some fast Gamorreans. " The other man countered.
" Right and Lady Trevael is Lord Vader's mother. Best get back up here before we set sail again. Winds are starting to pick up. "
" Don't let any of them egg-heads hear you saying that! You'll be joining Sima Jof in Rha's mines! " Yelled Iman as he climbed back on board resting himself and his vibroweapon down upon the floor of the Red Lady.
" Get up and man the rigging. " Ordered Raraza as he turned around walking up the small set of stairs. Casting a half-eyed glance off towards the horizon.
" Aye aye Cap'n. " Mumbled Iman through his own pro-mask as he clambered to his feet; " Off we sail boys! " He shouted at the top of his lung to the small crew. Hands clapping together as he moved, " Got to love days like this!!! " He said cheerfully not seeming to mind the bloody knob that had formed just below his elbow.
" Yeah yeah a wonderful life. " Raraza proclaimed as the ship drifted forward with the wind sails catching to push outwards wind rider soon skimming forward effortlessly across the sands. He turned suddenly leaning on the captain's rail as his left eye narrowed one dark orb slitting to stare across the ocean of sand.
" What is it? " Asked the spike haired man wearing a red-bandanna. Two sheathed vibro-knives crossed at his lower back, two flashpistols on his chest and a bandoleer of powder on a chest harness straped across a skinny frame.
" Spice Eel... "
" Not going to attack is it? " Figuring the impact of Iman's fall might have attracted it's attention.
" Don't believe so. Doesn't seem like it wants to. " He pointed off towards the mound of pushed up sand where the creature had stopped its frantic drive towards their location.
" Wonder what has it so riled up... "
Raraza closed his eyes his jaw setting a moment. Jal Ponu gave the same curious look he always gave the strange man when he did this sort of thing. " Well? "
" It's dying. " came the response as dark brown orbs re-opened.
" We should go back and gut it. Probably be some rich spice in there. I bet it was coming from that Imperial mining camp. You know they had fun blasting that big sand sucker. "
" No. We're already full. From it's course... yeah I'd say so. "
" Such a waste. "
" Yep. "
Silence descended on the two as the wind rider sped up a burst of wind sending it forward at an increased speed. Leaving behind the dead Spice worm, Sevarcos II quickly descending into a chilled night-time.
Darkness crept up fast the heat of the orange sun no longer upon the men of the Red Lady. Bundled in several extra layers of clothing now figures gathered around a fire; stealing warmth from it in their own ways. No wind was predicted to tear tents down or cast the wind rider off on it's own unmanned voyage so the crew was enjoying themselves with some ground time.
" All your flashpistols cleaned and ready for tomorrow? " Asked Iman of the crowd a sand fruit tossed at his head. " I seen that Jal!!! " Growled the bald man as snicker being cast back.
" You ask that every night idiot. Go sit down! " More jeers and taunts followed as Iman stole away in a huff retiring to his temporary room.
Raraza watched the shadow of a smile forming on his wind streaked features the paint he wore near permanent always seeming lined with the times and weather making it look incomplete. Something he'd routinely have replaced when he found a cantina for now it worked fine. A mask underneath a mask, a reminder. One of which was removed, a canteen replacing it to parched lips as he gulped down earlier sun-warmed clear liquid tasting the hint of spice that traveled freely through the winds of Sevarcos II, spice that could have dangerous affects on off-worlders and those of a weaker constitution. Raraza refitted his mask as he began stare off into the stars above; somewhere out there several Imperial Victory-class Star Destroyers orbited in circles around the planet. The planetary blockade.
A constant thing, it controlled the spice flow in and out of Sevarco II, it also made sure the Emperor was in complete control of this 'primitive' planet since it's only real source of economic value was that of the spice. A small swell of anger rose in the man as he watched the star-dotted heavens, emotion he easily brushed aside for now; a long dead code being recited aiding in it's removal exhaling with it negativity that had formed over his memories and thoughts.
" I remember... " The warrior whispered as images of ghosts filled his vision.
He inhaled abit of the harsh sand cast air the grit he was used to by now, grit luckily his mask filtered out. The World of Endless Wind was a rough place to live, but he liked it. Especially at times like these.
It fit who he was now. It fit Raraza.
" Going to stand there alll day and admire the wind in your fae hair or you going to fight me? " Challenged the balding squat man behind him, two hands clutching the awkward looking thick-bladed vibro-sword wavering it back and forth in a swaying dance of challenge. The man's legs, however, did not move with such fluidity. A wide-legged stance had him seated in place on the repulsor-lifted wind rider.
Painted features behind a filtration mask split into a half jokers smile as the other man turned around to face his opponent. A saber shaped vibrosword being drawn free. " Again Iman? This is twice in a week. "
" I'm going to beat you this time Raraza. " The man stated before lunging his arms drawing to the right then arcing towards his left in a far too heavy sweep at the end of it he angled his sword tip back towards the other man and thrust - tip towards torso.
Raraza dipped back at the chest, pony-tail slapping his face as weapons tip almost skimmed flesh managing to graze the harness he wore for his sword, 'snipping' loose a leather strap the ultrasonic hum of the virboblade almost audible to the fighter as his own blade stabbed up and in turning to it's flat so it could knock the thrust aside his body twisting towards Iman's right as he did so.
Iman's arms attempted to draw back in as a hand clasped down on his left wrist instantly tugging down sending the man toppling forward over towards the edge of the wind rider. A short plummet into rock laden sands below but one that would be painful. He regained his balance attempting to spin about, weapon held high. But this was stopped mid-movement feeling the strong connection of a foot on the back of his thigh one that buckled a knee forward to crash into the lip of the starboard side. " You bastard! " He oathed out before vanishing over it.
Laughter followed from several others on board the Red Lady as Iman rolled onto his back sitting up after the very quick short fall. " Unfair... I wasn't exactly ready yet. "
A sword slid into it's sheath and Raraza leaned over the rail looking below. " Well, you initiated the attack. If you didn't move like a Gamorrean you wouldn't be in the sand right now."
" I've seen some fast Gamorreans. " The other man countered.
" Right and Lady Trevael is Lord Vader's mother. Best get back up here before we set sail again. Winds are starting to pick up. "
" Don't let any of them egg-heads hear you saying that! You'll be joining Sima Jof in Rha's mines! " Yelled Iman as he climbed back on board resting himself and his vibroweapon down upon the floor of the Red Lady.
" Get up and man the rigging. " Ordered Raraza as he turned around walking up the small set of stairs. Casting a half-eyed glance off towards the horizon.
" Aye aye Cap'n. " Mumbled Iman through his own pro-mask as he clambered to his feet; " Off we sail boys! " He shouted at the top of his lung to the small crew. Hands clapping together as he moved, " Got to love days like this!!! " He said cheerfully not seeming to mind the bloody knob that had formed just below his elbow.
" Yeah yeah a wonderful life. " Raraza proclaimed as the ship drifted forward with the wind sails catching to push outwards wind rider soon skimming forward effortlessly across the sands. He turned suddenly leaning on the captain's rail as his left eye narrowed one dark orb slitting to stare across the ocean of sand.
" What is it? " Asked the spike haired man wearing a red-bandanna. Two sheathed vibro-knives crossed at his lower back, two flashpistols on his chest and a bandoleer of powder on a chest harness straped across a skinny frame.
" Spice Eel... "
" Not going to attack is it? " Figuring the impact of Iman's fall might have attracted it's attention.
" Don't believe so. Doesn't seem like it wants to. " He pointed off towards the mound of pushed up sand where the creature had stopped its frantic drive towards their location.
" Wonder what has it so riled up... "
Raraza closed his eyes his jaw setting a moment. Jal Ponu gave the same curious look he always gave the strange man when he did this sort of thing. " Well? "
" It's dying. " came the response as dark brown orbs re-opened.
" We should go back and gut it. Probably be some rich spice in there. I bet it was coming from that Imperial mining camp. You know they had fun blasting that big sand sucker. "
" No. We're already full. From it's course... yeah I'd say so. "
" Such a waste. "
" Yep. "
Silence descended on the two as the wind rider sped up a burst of wind sending it forward at an increased speed. Leaving behind the dead Spice worm, Sevarcos II quickly descending into a chilled night-time.
Darkness crept up fast the heat of the orange sun no longer upon the men of the Red Lady. Bundled in several extra layers of clothing now figures gathered around a fire; stealing warmth from it in their own ways. No wind was predicted to tear tents down or cast the wind rider off on it's own unmanned voyage so the crew was enjoying themselves with some ground time.
" All your flashpistols cleaned and ready for tomorrow? " Asked Iman of the crowd a sand fruit tossed at his head. " I seen that Jal!!! " Growled the bald man as snicker being cast back.
" You ask that every night idiot. Go sit down! " More jeers and taunts followed as Iman stole away in a huff retiring to his temporary room.
Raraza watched the shadow of a smile forming on his wind streaked features the paint he wore near permanent always seeming lined with the times and weather making it look incomplete. Something he'd routinely have replaced when he found a cantina for now it worked fine. A mask underneath a mask, a reminder. One of which was removed, a canteen replacing it to parched lips as he gulped down earlier sun-warmed clear liquid tasting the hint of spice that traveled freely through the winds of Sevarcos II, spice that could have dangerous affects on off-worlders and those of a weaker constitution. Raraza refitted his mask as he began stare off into the stars above; somewhere out there several Imperial Victory-class Star Destroyers orbited in circles around the planet. The planetary blockade.
A constant thing, it controlled the spice flow in and out of Sevarco II, it also made sure the Emperor was in complete control of this 'primitive' planet since it's only real source of economic value was that of the spice. A small swell of anger rose in the man as he watched the star-dotted heavens, emotion he easily brushed aside for now; a long dead code being recited aiding in it's removal exhaling with it negativity that had formed over his memories and thoughts.
" I remember... " The warrior whispered as images of ghosts filled his vision.