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Sitting alone in the vast wilderness of Dathomir, Saren pecked away at his multipurpose wrist launcher. He checked each firing mode to make sure it was properly working and fully loaded before sitting up from the tree he had been leaning against moments ago.
Dathomir's landscape was abstract in essence, lush green grass while adorned with soil that was colored red like the blood from a human's veins. The fauna of course stretched to the skies due to the planet's low gravity, which also manipulated the growths of the creatures who lived on Dathomir.
Occasionally as he trecked across the lands, Saren would take the time to hide himself from these creatures, specifically the native rancors. In the same breath however, Saren could also feel an unbridled sense that he was being followed. He didn't doubt it due to the fact he was in the sister's territory. This was their land and they knew it better than anyone else. Occasionally his helmet could spot one or two of these sisters before they disappeared out of range, proving his theory.
Eventually Saren made it to the settlement that he had been warned about previously. The rumor was that a Clan Mother of a Nightsister tribe was looking for an able body to do work for her, specifically pitching in with their slavery business. Saren had the pleasure of working in such a field years before, but never got on quite well with his employers who always had another angle with him.
By now, Saren had reached the gate of the tribe's settlement. Its size was massive to Saren's standards, figuring it to be that of a small city. The Clan Mother certainly had safety in mind, Saren was immediately surrounded by a mob of scantily dressed women, prodding their spears into his sides as they grimmaced and snarled in distaste.
"Your presence here outsider is not tolerated! What be your reason for this intrusion?"
"I am simply here to offer my able hands to your Clan's Mother. Rumors have reached beyond these stars and I am here to answer her request."
The leader who had spoken above the rest quickly lowered her spear, motioning for the others to do the same. Swiftly moving him inside the camp, Saren walked in the same regard as the sisters, strangers with little common ground. Night had fallen over the camp and Saren was brought forth in front of the Clan Mother's tent. Fires lit the area well enough for them to gleam off his visor as he knelt before the entrance, knowing to show respect when it was going to be needed.
Dathomir's landscape was abstract in essence, lush green grass while adorned with soil that was colored red like the blood from a human's veins. The fauna of course stretched to the skies due to the planet's low gravity, which also manipulated the growths of the creatures who lived on Dathomir.
Occasionally as he trecked across the lands, Saren would take the time to hide himself from these creatures, specifically the native rancors. In the same breath however, Saren could also feel an unbridled sense that he was being followed. He didn't doubt it due to the fact he was in the sister's territory. This was their land and they knew it better than anyone else. Occasionally his helmet could spot one or two of these sisters before they disappeared out of range, proving his theory.
Eventually Saren made it to the settlement that he had been warned about previously. The rumor was that a Clan Mother of a Nightsister tribe was looking for an able body to do work for her, specifically pitching in with their slavery business. Saren had the pleasure of working in such a field years before, but never got on quite well with his employers who always had another angle with him.
By now, Saren had reached the gate of the tribe's settlement. Its size was massive to Saren's standards, figuring it to be that of a small city. The Clan Mother certainly had safety in mind, Saren was immediately surrounded by a mob of scantily dressed women, prodding their spears into his sides as they grimmaced and snarled in distaste.
"Your presence here outsider is not tolerated! What be your reason for this intrusion?"
"I am simply here to offer my able hands to your Clan's Mother. Rumors have reached beyond these stars and I am here to answer her request."
The leader who had spoken above the rest quickly lowered her spear, motioning for the others to do the same. Swiftly moving him inside the camp, Saren walked in the same regard as the sisters, strangers with little common ground. Night had fallen over the camp and Saren was brought forth in front of the Clan Mother's tent. Fires lit the area well enough for them to gleam off his visor as he knelt before the entrance, knowing to show respect when it was going to be needed.