The Tusken Encampment

[momofjedi]

Where the Tusken Raider's live.

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Veral stood, overlooking the never ending desert of Tatioone, at times it was peaceful. This was not one of those times, Hutt minons, annoyed with the Tusken Raiders not letting them enter their terriotry, had directly attacked The Tusken Encampment. They had apparntly hired several skilled mercanaries, and stole Reublic Walkers. The Encampment would have been horribly damaged, if not destroyed, however, it was unkown to them that Veral was a Jedi.

Veral lept into the sands outside of the encampment, blaster fire flying around him as Hutt Minions tried to reach the encampment, most of whom where being killed by the mines set around the place. Swinging his saber like a club, rather then a blade, he cleaved two Hutt Minions in two, yelling out the Tusken War cry at the top of his lungs, he lept further into battle, slicing and weaving through the unexpecteting Hutt forces. Three minions ran at him, with Viroblades they slashed into his robe, cutting deep into his flesh. Veral cried out in pain, however he was long from defeat. Using his basic mastery of the force, he pushed one of his attackers onto Tusken mines, then, hitting one of the buttons on his saber, the other side of it crackled with the second light blade. One of the two remaining attackers immediatly fled, however his fate was to be shot down by a Tusken Sniper. Veral slashed the Viroblade, trying to break the mercanaries defence, however he held strong. It was clear to Veral that this was not the first time that this opponet had fought a jedi. Veral thrusted his blade inward in a stabbing motion, however the Mercanary dodged it and struck Veral in the face with the hilt of his Viroblade. Veral stumbled back, and, placing his saber like a lance pulled the mercanary tword him. The mercanary flew into the blade, driving himself to the hilt of the lightsaber, where it cut throw his falling down, seperating his already dead body into two parts. With that Veral flung his lightsaber, the blades cutting the two legs from below a Republic Walker, forcing it to fall on yet another group of Tusken mines.

Veral drew back his blade, the attackers where dead or fleeing, they had won. The power of the force and the primal fury of the Tuskens had driven off the strong Hutt forces, perhaps they would learn not to put their faith in machines and blasters, just perhaps.

Veral and the other Tuskens drew back into a Furious War Cry, letting everything from the lowest of Womp Rats to the largest of Krayt Dragons know that they had defended their homeland, and they where not to be triffled with.

[Gh0st]

On the horrizon, The Hydra could be seen lowering into the tusken encampment, several onlookers thinking the man was commiting sucide.

Serven jummped out, several gaurds comming to him, gaffai sticks raised high, but Serven spoke in his native tounge, informing them that it was him. The Tusken Raiders backed off but obviously weren't too excited to see him. however, he was able to get with the weapons tariner of the tribe, Voljiin, who agreeded he would train the Tusken half breed if he alloweded them to keep several of the droids on Serven's ship, The Hydra, reluctantly Serven aggreeded, only left with one astromech droid, one IG-91 droid and of course his ever faithful ever phycotic droid ally, M.A.D-92.

[Several days later]
OOC: I don't think I relaly needed to go, thye fought, trained, fought, trained, fought, trained, fought, trained, ETC.

Serven took off in his ship, ready to try to master the use the lightsaber that he stole from the Dark-Jedi, Kain.