Ehda chees!
”We must do something!” Narpoo shouted, thumping his spear on the floor as he argued with the Elders. ”Time and time again the Duloks cross the boundary into Sharp Stone Territory, and more tribes besides - and we do nothing.” he continued, earning a series of annoying grumbles from the assembled council. ”And you would suggest war? Because of some stolen, well, some stolen what? Water?” came the gruff reply from one of their numbers, a grey-furred Ewok wielding a skull-topped staff.
”It is water now, but what will they want next? What if one of the villagers resists? We’ve already seen Cheeka beaten for her resistance -” he referenced a recent event, in which his own sister had been attacked by the Duloks for refusing to hand over her own water. None of the Chieftans looked overly impressed. He huffed, shook his head, and huffed some more as the Chieftans dismissed him so they could ‘consider’ what he had said.
Turning on his heels, Narpoo stormed out of the hut, and sat down in a sulk on the walkway outside the Council of Elders hall at the heart of the village.
More indecision, more inaction! Narpoo had been trying to get some more support for his plan to increase the defences of the village, ahead of what he thought was a period of great unrest in the Galaxy. Like it or not, Endor was part of the ‘Free World Alliance’, which was in a direct and open war with the latest iteration of the Sith, the same sith who had met their end over their world all those years ago.
”Argh!” he kicked a pot in frustration at the Councils inaction and yelped as a sharp shot of pain whizzed up his foot. Today was only going to get worse, surely?
OOC - @Die Shize here we go. I have avoided doing Ewokese as it’s just the two of us, so please assume all dialogue to be in that tongue.
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