it was hard to pilot a starship with one hand but he somehow managed. he sent out a destress signal on the jedi emergency network and crashed on his only home, Tatooine.
H O M E
Lost in Thoughts
O ' B O G
O'bog, fluttering like a crazed firefly, directed the Red Maiden down upon the scorching sands of Tatooine, her underbelly grumbling as if suffering from some mechanical indigestion. Her motors, those rebellious contraptions, were heating up like a blacksmith's forge, and it didn't take the perceptiveness of a Sith to recognize the dire need for a pitstop.
Landing the craft amidst an ocean of dunes, O'bog erupted with a huff of exasperation, "Blasted hunk o' bolts! Out of all the sodden places in the galaxy, it had to be this sun-scorched desert! The Devil must have birthed this place, surely." His wings beat the air resentfully, disheveled motes of dust pirouetting around him. "Aye, but there’s a coin or two to be made, isn't there? If the job's done right, I'll have enough credits to cool the engines with the finest lubricants."
As O'bog contemplated the weight of his potential riches, his keen, roguish eyes spotted a lone figure on the horizon: a Tusken Raider, it seemed, adrift amidst the vastness of the wasteland. Intrigued and ever the opportunist, O'bog zipped haphazardly towards the wanderer, his wings shimmering in the blinding sun.
"Oi, mate!" O'bog cried out, his voice a mischievous trill. "Ye look more lost than a gull in a sandstorm! Everything ship-shape with ye?"
In the midst of the sweltering heat, O'bog could taste the dryness in the air, the sand stinging his eyes, and the scent of the sunburned land filled his nostrils. Curiosity and concern, albeit laced with mischief, tinged his tone. In this merciless expanse, even a garrulous Ximpi like O'bog knew the importance of looking out for another lost soul.
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Landing the craft amidst an ocean of dunes, O'bog erupted with a huff of exasperation, "Blasted hunk o' bolts! Out of all the sodden places in the galaxy, it had to be this sun-scorched desert! The Devil must have birthed this place, surely." His wings beat the air resentfully, disheveled motes of dust pirouetting around him. "Aye, but there’s a coin or two to be made, isn't there? If the job's done right, I'll have enough credits to cool the engines with the finest lubricants."
As O'bog contemplated the weight of his potential riches, his keen, roguish eyes spotted a lone figure on the horizon: a Tusken Raider, it seemed, adrift amidst the vastness of the wasteland. Intrigued and ever the opportunist, O'bog zipped haphazardly towards the wanderer, his wings shimmering in the blinding sun.
"Oi, mate!" O'bog cried out, his voice a mischievous trill. "Ye look more lost than a gull in a sandstorm! Everything ship-shape with ye?"
In the midst of the sweltering heat, O'bog could taste the dryness in the air, the sand stinging his eyes, and the scent of the sunburned land filled his nostrils. Curiosity and concern, albeit laced with mischief, tinged his tone. In this merciless expanse, even a garrulous Ximpi like O'bog knew the importance of looking out for another lost soul.
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@Aberforth kallar was caught off guard, he pulled out his lightsaber and yelled in tusken,
suddenly, a live round flew past kallar, a warning shot. just a few feet, on higher ground a group of not raiders, not hutt enforcers, mandalorians, it seems it was a caravan, as the helmeted heads of children peaked past a bantha, crates contained several trade goods, water, and weapons. they bore the same attire as the man who had taken kallars hand, if kallar would look at who fired the shot, a mandalorian woman was aiming a revolver style slug thrower at kalar, smoke rising from the barrel still.
"drop the weapon dune rat, lest we feed you to the sarlacc."
they completely ignored o'bog.
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"drop the weapon dune rat, lest we feed you to the sarlacc."
they completely ignored o'bog.
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Lost in Thoughts
O ' B O G
O’bog, fluttering at a jaunty angle, watched the unfolding scenario with an expression of bemused interest. The sudden glare of the ignited lightsaber illuminated his mischievous features with an eerie glow, and he tilted his head inquisitively at the Tusken Raider's defiant stance. Yet, before he could weave another witty quip, the scorching sound of a fired shot punctured the air, startling the winged trickster momentarily.
He veered slightly to the left, watching with curiosity as the Mandalorians, that fierce and storied clan, made their formidable presence known. The interplay of emotions on Kallar's face was not lost on O’bog; the recognition, the trepidation, the memories of previous confrontations — all playing out in the dunes.
The Ximpi could sense the dryness of the Tatooine atmosphere, each breath thick with anticipation. The drifting aroma of bantha mixed with the metallic scent of weaponry. And despite the glaring heat, a chill of tension ran down O’bog's spine.
Being brazenly ignored by the Mandalorians was both an affront and a relief to the defiant sprite. He mused, "Being overlooked does have its perks, doesn’t it?" Drawing himself up to his full, albeit diminutive, height, he shouted towards Kallar, albeit more for his own amusement than any real assistance. "Not the best time for a lightshow, mate! But if ye ever fancy a quick getaway, the Red Maiden's got room for one more!"
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He veered slightly to the left, watching with curiosity as the Mandalorians, that fierce and storied clan, made their formidable presence known. The interplay of emotions on Kallar's face was not lost on O’bog; the recognition, the trepidation, the memories of previous confrontations — all playing out in the dunes.
The Ximpi could sense the dryness of the Tatooine atmosphere, each breath thick with anticipation. The drifting aroma of bantha mixed with the metallic scent of weaponry. And despite the glaring heat, a chill of tension ran down O’bog's spine.
Being brazenly ignored by the Mandalorians was both an affront and a relief to the defiant sprite. He mused, "Being overlooked does have its perks, doesn’t it?" Drawing himself up to his full, albeit diminutive, height, he shouted towards Kallar, albeit more for his own amusement than any real assistance. "Not the best time for a lightshow, mate! But if ye ever fancy a quick getaway, the Red Maiden's got room for one more!"
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"good boy."
The matron would keep the big iron trained on the tuskan, but she turned her head so her left eye was looking at o'bog.
"We can always stomp you too, if you want, then we can have you for dinner, then again, you don't got meat on your bones, mmm meat tho.."
She mulled
"Hah, kidding, I don't give a kriff, just keep your weapons down around my foundlings.
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The matron would keep the big iron trained on the tuskan, but she turned her head so her left eye was looking at o'bog.
"We can always stomp you too, if you want, then we can have you for dinner, then again, you don't got meat on your bones, mmm meat tho.."
She mulled
"Hah, kidding, I don't give a kriff, just keep your weapons down around my foundlings.
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Rbatt had been traversing the wastes of his homeworld for a few days, enjoying a miniature break from the chaos of the galaxy and the old familiar, dry heat.. it had spelled death for countless number of wayward souls who had attempted to traverse it's ever changing sandy foothills. The landscape commanded respect, and those who railed to pay it often found themselves erased from history, their remains dried out and buried under feet of sand, never to be seen again...
Rbatt was a tusken, one of the few whose own history was molded by the sands and the heat of this destitute planet, though he had once heard from an offworlder that Tattooine was once a lush world with great and vast bodies of water on its surface.. given how well his people had adapted to the planet in its current state, it was always hard for Rbatt to envision what his people would have looked like if they were given an easier planet to enhabit. Nonetheless, Rbatt pushed on, the shifting sands of the dune sea below him..
His tranquility was shattered as he cusped the next dune, a shot ringing out over the air, the old familiar sound of the chaos offworlders always brought this planet..
"drop the weapon dune rat, lest we feed you to the sarlacc." A helmeted voice had yelled, behind it was a bantha mounted caravan of other bucket headed Mandalorians. Of course they would bring children on such a perilous journey, Mandalorians were like that..
Rbatt had not yet been seen, the bantha riders were all focused on the other pair who were clearly not with them a Tusken, and some sort of gremlin outside their ship. This would play to his advantage as he made a force assisted movement to close some of the gap between them.
Rbatt heard the Mandalorian issue a second threat to the smaller of the pair, the air had grown thick, and tense, this situtation had the makings of a very unfortunate day.
Once he was within about 15 yards of the caravan, Rbatt would stand tall, allowing himself to now be seen, each of the helmeted heads were pointing away from himself initially, his twin pair of lightsabers would ignite, their blue light materializing with the old signature sound they made whilst doing so.
Perhaps it is you who should lower your weapons Mando, not every inch of this galaxy need be covered in the violence you seem so willing to spread.. Rbatt said
Of course all they would Aarraaaagg Aarrraannaa aaaaarrggg
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Rbatt was a tusken, one of the few whose own history was molded by the sands and the heat of this destitute planet, though he had once heard from an offworlder that Tattooine was once a lush world with great and vast bodies of water on its surface.. given how well his people had adapted to the planet in its current state, it was always hard for Rbatt to envision what his people would have looked like if they were given an easier planet to enhabit. Nonetheless, Rbatt pushed on, the shifting sands of the dune sea below him..
His tranquility was shattered as he cusped the next dune, a shot ringing out over the air, the old familiar sound of the chaos offworlders always brought this planet..
"drop the weapon dune rat, lest we feed you to the sarlacc." A helmeted voice had yelled, behind it was a bantha mounted caravan of other bucket headed Mandalorians. Of course they would bring children on such a perilous journey, Mandalorians were like that..
Rbatt had not yet been seen, the bantha riders were all focused on the other pair who were clearly not with them a Tusken, and some sort of gremlin outside their ship. This would play to his advantage as he made a force assisted movement to close some of the gap between them.
Rbatt heard the Mandalorian issue a second threat to the smaller of the pair, the air had grown thick, and tense, this situtation had the makings of a very unfortunate day.
Once he was within about 15 yards of the caravan, Rbatt would stand tall, allowing himself to now be seen, each of the helmeted heads were pointing away from himself initially, his twin pair of lightsabers would ignite, their blue light materializing with the old signature sound they made whilst doing so.
Perhaps it is you who should lower your weapons Mando, not every inch of this galaxy need be covered in the violence you seem so willing to spread.. Rbatt said
Of course all they would Aarraaaagg Aarrraannaa aaaaarrggg
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given how there were several guns trained on the tusken padawan, they could have gunned him down easily, but no, rue barked to them in mando'a, and the lowered their weapons and let the padawan go,
when the second jedi would look at their caravan, the contents of their haul made weariness of tuskans very much understandable given they were carrying water to sell.
just as fast as they lowered them, they were all raised at the second tuskin and the matron lazily turned.
this jedi very much underestimated the firepower these mandalorians were packing, given they were arms dealers, not only just arms dealers, but one of the more prevalent dealers in mandalorian space, behind the bantha was a second one, armored and had a E-web mounted on its back, as it turned with a clank and a red light turned on, indicating it was off safety, as disruptors, heavy blasters, and a few scatterguns were raised.
"another? dont be suicidal now."
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when the second jedi would look at their caravan, the contents of their haul made weariness of tuskans very much understandable given they were carrying water to sell.
just as fast as they lowered them, they were all raised at the second tuskin and the matron lazily turned.
this jedi very much underestimated the firepower these mandalorians were packing, given they were arms dealers, not only just arms dealers, but one of the more prevalent dealers in mandalorian space, behind the bantha was a second one, armored and had a E-web mounted on its back, as it turned with a clank and a red light turned on, indicating it was off safety, as disruptors, heavy blasters, and a few scatterguns were raised.
"another? dont be suicidal now."
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(ooc: how does one misspost twice lol!)
kallar noticed the children behind the mando, he turned and signed to her, 'i am peaceful, would you like me to talk him down for you?' he approached her, slowly while signing to her.
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H O M E
Lost in Thoughts
O ' B O G
In the midst of the mounting tension, O'bog, fluttering erratically, tried to make sense of the unfolding theater of threats and gestures. There were enough blasters and lightsabers to start a respectable ruckus, and here he was, just trying to salvage his blasted overheating ship.
"What in the six hells is goin' on here?" he mumbled, eyes darting between the armored Mandalorians, Kallar, and this new tusken with glowing sabers. "First a wee chat with a Tusken, then Mandalorians poppin' up like daisies, and now more lightsabers than I can count on me fingers. Truly a motley jamboree, this is!"
He took a moment to process the sudden appearance of Rbatt. "Well, ain't this a kick in the knickers," he drawled, his wings catching the scorching air and lifting him up a bit, "Another Tusken playin' with the glowy toys. What's next? A bantha sippin' tea?"
As the Mandalorians armed themselves with an assortment of weaponry, O'bog couldn't help but exclaim, "Oi, it's like an interstellar yard sale of things that go boom! Got any of those in petite size?"
The aroma of ionized air tinged with the musk of banthas wafted to his sensitive nose. The heat, the tension, the glinting weapons, it was all a heady mixture that left O'bog's head spinning more than his usual tipsy flutter.
Yet, even in the midst of chaos, the sight of the Mandalorian children caught O'bog's softer side. They reminded him, in an odd way, of the younger Ximpi back in his homeland. Innocence surrounded by tumult. Observing Kallar's gesture to the Mandalorian matron, he chimed in, "Aye, let's all have a chinwag and sort this out. Maybe share a pint or two. No sense in scarin' the wee ones, eh?"
It was hard for O'bog to stay silent or still for too long. "C'mon now, folks. Put down yer blasters and swingin' sticks and let's find a more civilized way to hash this out. There's enough sun in this wretched desert to fry all our brains. No need to add to the heat with all this ruckus!"
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"What in the six hells is goin' on here?" he mumbled, eyes darting between the armored Mandalorians, Kallar, and this new tusken with glowing sabers. "First a wee chat with a Tusken, then Mandalorians poppin' up like daisies, and now more lightsabers than I can count on me fingers. Truly a motley jamboree, this is!"
He took a moment to process the sudden appearance of Rbatt. "Well, ain't this a kick in the knickers," he drawled, his wings catching the scorching air and lifting him up a bit, "Another Tusken playin' with the glowy toys. What's next? A bantha sippin' tea?"
As the Mandalorians armed themselves with an assortment of weaponry, O'bog couldn't help but exclaim, "Oi, it's like an interstellar yard sale of things that go boom! Got any of those in petite size?"
The aroma of ionized air tinged with the musk of banthas wafted to his sensitive nose. The heat, the tension, the glinting weapons, it was all a heady mixture that left O'bog's head spinning more than his usual tipsy flutter.
Yet, even in the midst of chaos, the sight of the Mandalorian children caught O'bog's softer side. They reminded him, in an odd way, of the younger Ximpi back in his homeland. Innocence surrounded by tumult. Observing Kallar's gesture to the Mandalorian matron, he chimed in, "Aye, let's all have a chinwag and sort this out. Maybe share a pint or two. No sense in scarin' the wee ones, eh?"
It was hard for O'bog to stay silent or still for too long. "C'mon now, folks. Put down yer blasters and swingin' sticks and let's find a more civilized way to hash this out. There's enough sun in this wretched desert to fry all our brains. No need to add to the heat with all this ruckus!"
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Rbatt perceived the second bantha, its much heavier armament loosely attached to it's back, just second before the helmeted woman issued her third threat in as many minutes, typical, it wasn't much of a wonder that their species had been decimated so many times throughout history seeing how they interact with others in the galatic community. Even including the lost and forgotten children the Mandalorians collect throughout the galaxy, coining them Foundlings, Rbatt wagered the population of the Tuskans probably still outweighed them.
The heat was particularly strong this day, and the Goblin had a point, but Rbatt would see no peace talks, only each of the groups being on their way in opposite directions.
Rbatt could see the other tusken, for the time being he seemed to be unharmed..
Take your beasts and be gone.. Rbat started, the guttural aarrkggg argg aaaraaghhh leaving his mouth as he did so. the sand would claim them at some point, and there was no benefit to creating a skirmish in the middle of nowhere over nothing, especially given the close proximity to the children, the Mandalorians clearly didn't care about the innocents, but that didn't mean Rbatt didn't have to..
Rbatt would make way for them to continue on, moving himself close to the other tusken, his blades remaining ignited and ready, if but one trigger was pulled he would already be ready.
The heat was particularly strong this day, and the Goblin had a point, but Rbatt would see no peace talks, only each of the groups being on their way in opposite directions.
Rbatt could see the other tusken, for the time being he seemed to be unharmed..
Take your beasts and be gone.. Rbat started, the guttural aarrkggg argg aaaraaghhh leaving his mouth as he did so. the sand would claim them at some point, and there was no benefit to creating a skirmish in the middle of nowhere over nothing, especially given the close proximity to the children, the Mandalorians clearly didn't care about the innocents, but that didn't mean Rbatt didn't have to..
Rbatt would make way for them to continue on, moving himself close to the other tusken, his blades remaining ignited and ready, if but one trigger was pulled he would already be ready.
kallar saw the other tusken approaching him, in response kallar used the force to get his lightsaber hilt and ingited it, ot glowed a brilliant and bright blue. he stood infront of the mandos and took a stance like the jedi of old known as obi wan keneobi, defnding the mandos@Hastur @Mad Dog
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Of course he would not just yield. The absolute fool!
"I have tried to reason, I let you run away, and you came back, we all could have moved on our mary way, both of you, but you are simply being irrefutably combative for a Jedi."
They outnumbered both Jedi by a large amount, and could have completely gunned them both down with a cacophony of slugs, disruptor shots, and heavy weaponry on contact, the fact that they were out in the dunes, carrying water, and didn't assume that they were just raiders and just shoot them on sight like most folk on tatooine do demonstrated their interests of protecting their children and cargo first. So it truly was a bad move to threaten them.
"I have tried to reason, I let you run away, and you came back, we all could have moved on our mary way, both of you, but you are simply being irrefutably combative for a Jedi."
They outnumbered both Jedi by a large amount, and could have completely gunned them both down with a cacophony of slugs, disruptor shots, and heavy weaponry on contact, the fact that they were out in the dunes, carrying water, and didn't assume that they were just raiders and just shoot them on sight like most folk on tatooine do demonstrated their interests of protecting their children and cargo first. So it truly was a bad move to threaten them.
H O M E
Lost in Thoughts
O ' B O G
O’bog, hovering a few feet off the ground, watched the spectacle unfolding below him with a bewildered squint. As blaster barrels were aimed and lightsabers ignited, the little Ximpi felt like he was in some twisted galactic stage production with too many directors and no script. “Blimey, it's like tryin' to herd a bunch of drunk mynocks in a nebula,” he muttered.
The hot desert winds caught his wings, sending him spiraling momentarily before he regained control. The metallic taste of tension filled the air, and O'bog could practically taste the bubbling animosities below. “Here I thought Tuskens and Mandos had a gentlemanly disagreement, but now we've a bloody theatre company of glowy swords and big talk,” he exclaimed. As Rbatt and Kallar took their respective stands, O’bog felt his patience wane.
“Oi, would ye lot keep it down? Some of us are tryin’ to get a spot of R&R,” he shouted down at them, but the desert winds carried away his words, lost amidst the bigger voices and bigger weapons.
Shaking his head in dismay, O’bog muttered to himself, “All this fuss o’er some water. Should've packed me own canteen.” A sudden realization dawned on him, his eyes widening. "Wait a tick! Me ship! Blast it all, I’ve near forgotten about that heap o’ metal.”
Glancing at the now distant form of his damaged ship, he sighed. “Seems like it's time to bid adieu to this kerfuffle.” He commented, fluttering higher. “A pox on both yer houses! Or tents! Or whatever ye use in this forsaken sandbox,” he called out, the tipsy sailor in him shining through.
With one last mischievous chuckle and a dramatic flourish of his tiny hands, O’bog shouted, “Next time, I’ll bring the popcorn!” And with that, the garrulous Ximpi veered away from the imminent showdown, seeking his next unpredictable adventure elsewhere in the dunes.
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The hot desert winds caught his wings, sending him spiraling momentarily before he regained control. The metallic taste of tension filled the air, and O'bog could practically taste the bubbling animosities below. “Here I thought Tuskens and Mandos had a gentlemanly disagreement, but now we've a bloody theatre company of glowy swords and big talk,” he exclaimed. As Rbatt and Kallar took their respective stands, O’bog felt his patience wane.
“Oi, would ye lot keep it down? Some of us are tryin’ to get a spot of R&R,” he shouted down at them, but the desert winds carried away his words, lost amidst the bigger voices and bigger weapons.
Shaking his head in dismay, O’bog muttered to himself, “All this fuss o’er some water. Should've packed me own canteen.” A sudden realization dawned on him, his eyes widening. "Wait a tick! Me ship! Blast it all, I’ve near forgotten about that heap o’ metal.”
Glancing at the now distant form of his damaged ship, he sighed. “Seems like it's time to bid adieu to this kerfuffle.” He commented, fluttering higher. “A pox on both yer houses! Or tents! Or whatever ye use in this forsaken sandbox,” he called out, the tipsy sailor in him shining through.
With one last mischievous chuckle and a dramatic flourish of his tiny hands, O’bog shouted, “Next time, I’ll bring the popcorn!” And with that, the garrulous Ximpi veered away from the imminent showdown, seeking his next unpredictable adventure elsewhere in the dunes.
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