Jawa Jubbing

[Norbaal Fanth]

Jawas had never been the Hutts favoured species, and Tatooine was a planet that annoyed him deeply - being lacking greatly in moisture, that Nor'baal so enjoyed. Yet, here he was, standing outside the bording ramp to a Sandcrawler, and wishing he could just go home. He well and truly had, the friday feeling. Resting a top a large hoversled, which made the Hutt slightly more mobile than he would otherwise be, he appeared like a great collosus to the tiny creatures before him, his already considerable height made greater by the repulsors that elevated him further still.

"Moisturise me." he gasped at his two retainers, who - already very low on the stuff - scrabbled to comply, dousing the Hutt in a thin mist that vanished as soon as it hit the hot air of Tatooine. Nor'baal shot them a witherig look, rubbing his temples with his pudgy hands, and looked about to one of his contractors for this mission. "I hate Tatooine." he harumphed, despite the lingering feeling that he was going to have to get used to being here, and fast.

OOC - As a self DM'ed plot, please feel free to control the NPC Jawas in this thread and dialogue with them.

 

[Darth Parox]

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"I hate sand!" the Sith piped up from Nor'baal's right, desperately dusting his robes off with his hands. He had only been standing out in the desert for a few minutes, but somehow enough sand had gotten into his clothes to make a castle out of. "It's course and it's rough and irritating," he murmured, mostly to himself. "And it gets everywhere!" Milo added, now in a normal tone. Finally giving up on getting it out of his robes, he slid his hands back into his cloak, where they hung at his sides. The twin suns of Tatooine were slowly fading under the line of the horizon, and thus their rays lighter than they normally would have been; Milo found the heat much more bearable, though still oppressive nonetheless. The lack of humidity seemed to be taking its toll on the slug at his side, but he supposed Nor'baal was not used to being outside in general.

The Jawas were approaching from the distance in their massive vehicle, the rolling fortress surprisingly fast as it cut through the sand toward them. They were a primitive people with a one track mind, but their vehicles were effective, a byproduct of their adaptation to their environment. Needless to say, it was a trait the Sith admired, and couldn't help but commend their ability to rise above despite their limitations.

@Nor'baal

 

[Aurelie Fleury]

Walking along the Hutt's hoversled to the left, Aurelie listened as the slug complained about the dry planet they found themselves on. She weren't too bothered by the climate as she had been on the planet before and had dressed appropriately, sealing all potential gaps in her clothing bar the one her face was filling. She couldn't help but let out a brief chuckle when the Sith started started complaining too - the Hutts had always been precious, but she had imagined the Sith being less sensitive. The thief took a look at the ramp, no Jawa was within earshot: "Some of the locals probably hate the Jawas for the exact same reason" she retorted with a grin.

It was not the most comfortable party which the Jawas would have the honour of meeting, perhaps their eagerness to leave Tatooine would translate into more passionate arguments. Aurelie was soon about to find out as she saw what looked like a delegation of Jawas walk down the ramps of their relatively newly arrived sandcrawler. 'What looked like a delegation of Jawas' - frankly, Jawas tended to look the same in the eyes of the young woman. For all she knew, these fellas might just as well be the troop most eager to stretch their legs after a long journey, but then, Jawas could basically stretch their legs anywhere. Leaning closer to her companions, the third party member asked "So, are these the ones who we're supposed to negotiate with?" Regardless of the answer, she stretched out an arm to wave at the energetically.

@Nor'baal @vamp

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

It would appear that most of their motely gathering shared one thing in common - aside from their rugged good looks - and that was their mutual hatred of Tatooine. A shame then, that they would no doubt be here for some time, as - from No'r'baals experience, the Jawa sure like to make things difficult. As the lead crawler arrived, and lowered its ramp, Nor'baal turned his head slightly on his tree trunk thick neck, and replied to Aurelie "Indeed, you can see the lead one," he pointing to one of the Jawa, which was walking with a slight limp "..that is Chief Atik, the leader of the Crawler - and next to him," Nor'baal did not point, as they all looked pretty much the same anyway. "...be careful of them, they are tricksters." the Hutt added, a sweeping statement if ever there was one.

Approaching the lead Jawa, Nor'baal had his droid step forward, introducing him in the Jawa trade language, something he himself did no speak "Greetings and Salutations, Honored and Most Fruitful of Scavangers, Chief Atik." the droid gave a tottering bow "I have the great joy of introducing,his gran obesity, Nor'baal Fanth, grand gormand of the thirteenth moon of Plom." the Jawa chirped excitedly, unaware of the fakeness of such grand titles. "His sublime fatness thanks you for this meeting, and does declare is a Jub Jub!" the Droid referred to the ancient Hutt business ceremony, which the Jawa clearly did not understand, prompting Atik, keen for the business to step up and boldly declare his assent to the ceremony.

"JUB JUB!" the creature cried, thowing its tiny arms in the air.

"His excellency, Atik, agrees to the Jub Jub, Lord Nor'baal."

"Ho. Tee na wanga. Milo, cheeba ne wana greeba." Nor'baal instructed, the Droid translating into Basic. The first phase, ritual combat, had begun.

 

[Darth Parox]

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It was then that Milo remembered the procedure of a jub jub. He had assumed he was merely there to take part in the negotiations. Technically, he was going to, but in another way. The droid translated, and Milo took a moment to think. "Call for their strongest warrior," he ordered the droid, who then said something in Jawa trade language that prompted the creatures to start chattering incessantly. Not much later, their warrior stepped up, a Jawa that looked just like the others, except for the fact that he appeared to be a little bigger. He reached up to Milo's stomach, being unnaturally tall for a specimen, and was wielding what seemed to be two clubs. He threw one to Milo.

"It is in the procedure of every Jub Jub that the strongest warriors of both parties fight for the entertainment of the negotiatiors," he informed, the droid translating for him. The Jawas chattered some more, then the one in front of him squared up. Milo gripped the club. It was thick and heavy, likely one of the many primitive weapons used on Tatooine. With a shrill cry, the creature lunged at him, aiming to slam the club across Milo's head. He ducked out of its way and used his own to hit its chest. His attack hit, knocking the air out of the Jawa's lungs and causing it to stumble backwards. It fell on its back, struggling to get up, but the Drast sent a Force push toward it designed to bury it even deeper into the sand. The creatures around cheered and hooted, and Milo stepped back.

@Nor'baal @Pyrenees

 

[Aurelie Fleury]

Chief Atik. Normally, seeing a chief or someone of a similar position and their entourage would brighten the young thief's day. But not when it was Jawas - stealing from them was hopeless in, well, basically all the settings. Their short stature made it hard to grab anything without bending lowering oneself enough to be quite unsubtle. The little creatures didn't tend to have many pockets either, and when they did, at least half of the contents tended to be scavenged junk.

Even though Aurelie had traveled across the galaxy on business expeditions with her father, allowing her to pick up a few phrases and words from various languages, she hadn't picked up anything at all in regards to the Jawan trade language. It didn't seem to matter much however, as the droid dealt with the language barriers quite handily. It soon dawned upon the young woman that some of them were most likely going to fight, which was confirmed as the the droid translated the Huttese and the Sith urged for the Jawas' to summon their strongest warrior. This was going to be quite entertaining, or ugly, depending on Milo's mood.

After having nominated their warrior, the rest of the delegation formed something similar to a crescent around the combatants, all of them seemingly eager to watch the fight. Finding herself next to a member of the delegation, Aurelie got an idea while Milo and the large Jawa decided upon weapons and prepared themselves. Scouring one of her pockets, she soon found an old watch which she dangled in front of the little creature "I bet that my guy beats your guy." It didn't go quite as she had planned as the Jawa started sprouting gibberish - with a sigh, she turned to the droid "Tell him that I wanna bet that my guy beats his guy." The droid dutifully obliged, once again expressing what was asked in the Jawan trade language. No translations were needed for the response however, as the delegate clearly had no interests in taking the bet. The creature was smarter than she expected, but then, how bright would someone need to be to bet on the Sith over the Jawa?

@Nor'baal @vamp

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

The combat element of the Jubjub was over alsmost as soon as it began, or so it would seem. Chieftan Atik, as his diminutive cadre screamed and laughed, smiled under his hood and chittered to his champion "Neet utini neet! it shouted, in a language none bar the Droid Nor'baal had brought along understood. Scrabbling for a translation for its master, the droid was not quick enough, as the hefty Jawa rolled on the floor, snapping a needle off its belt and jamming it into its legs.

"UUUUU..." the creature screamed, rising to its feet and raising its clubs over its head

"Atik has encouraged him to make use of...." the droid began.

"TTTTIIIIIINNNNNN...."

"Combat Stims master." the droid finished.

"IIIIIIIIIII!" the champion screamed, charging at Milo, rolling between his legs and slamming both clubs upwards at his groin.

"Ceehna happa!" Nor'baal bellowed toward Milo, a little slow off the mark.

Ever helpful, his droid happily translated....

 

[Darth Parox]

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Milo had just stepped back when the Jawa slammed a syringe into its leg, and suddenly charged him. Its club made contact, earning a gasped "Ouff" from the Sith, who fell. He was covered in sand now, from his hair to his robes, and the pain of the blow fueled his anger. Milo gathered the Force to his palm, then let loose a blaster before he even knew what he was doing. The Jawa not only stumbled back—it sailed off, flying for a few dozen meters before skidding through the sand and being buried about 50 meters away. The creatures chattered quietly as they stared at the Sith, then erupted in even louder cheering, awed by the display of magic. They had likely never seen something like this before, so to them, Milo was a god of sorts. Presenting him with several desert flowers, a group of Jawas piled around him and helped him rise.

The chieftain himself shook the man's hand, and Milo turned to Nor'baal, his lips pursed. The Sith strode and stopped at the Hutt's right side so that he could discuss with the Jawa, though the desert traders were pretty much sold. "You owe me," he murmured to Nor'baal, shifting from one leg to the other to alleviate the pain.

@Nor'baal @Pyrenees

 

[Aurelie Fleury]

A smirk formed on the young woman's lips after the first duel. Not only had Milo won it, he also did it with style. "You're happy you didn't take my bet now, aren't ya?" she asked with a rather boastful voice. Her neighbouring Jawa didn't seem to understand what she said, but her mannerisms gave the little fellow a rather good idea of what she meant. In return the Jawa produced a seemingly endless storm of chitter and hand-waving which, to from what Aurelie could tell, was meant to explain why the fight was unfair to begin with. However, her new friend quickly and abruptly interrupted the stream of incomprehensible words as the chief's announcement "Neet utini neet" was heard. This seemed to change things as the Jawa next to her crossed his arms to contemplate what to do. Before long the Jawa pulled out, what would best be described as a rather round metal thing attached to another metal thing which was almost pointy, while eagerly saying a few words repeatedly. Turning to the droid, Aurelie asked "He wanna bet now?" and received a rather short affirming "Yes". She eyed the nice golden watch she had acquired and then shot a glance at the junk her friend was eagerly waving at her - it was hard to tell if the Jawa thought the stakes were fair, but Aurelie certainly preferred the watch. Regardless, it didn't take a genius to recognize that the Sith would win. "Sure thing!" In the end, the decision was rather easy, throwing her watch in the sand together with the Jawa's metal thingy, the thief watched the fight alongside her neighbour.

Aurelie grimaced as the Sith was hit. The delegation cheered on and the fellow next to her seemed to be the most engaged. "Just you wait" she said lowly for herself as the girl's confidence in the Sith winning was still very high. It didn't take long until Milo had tossed his relatively large little opponent away from, well, anything but sand. Betting partner or no, Aurelie's neighbour rushed off to Milo with the others leaving her alone with the golden watch and the other object. "I guess these are mine now" she said for herself as she picked the to items up, quickly stuffing the watch back into one of the many compartments in her robes. Tossing the piece of metal from hand to hand, Aurelie returned to her partners. "Well done! You see? Both are course, rough, and get everywhere!" she said to Milo jokingly

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

Nor'baal actually winced when the blow made contact with Milo, looking away slightly as the Sith proceeded to fling the stocky shortass across the impromtu fighting ground in which they fought. Milo, clearly the victor, was congratulated by the gathered Jawa, and limpeed up to Nor'baal - clearly smarting from the Jawas underhand attack. The Hutt leaned in as Milo spoke to him, replying simply with "Jubjub

Instantly, his ever-helpful droid was on hand to offer a translation "His most excellent and sublime obes..." the Hutt silenced his Droid with a glower, turning his attention to focus on Atik, who clearly was keen to proceed with the business at hand. Gesturing to his ship, a modest affair in which they had travelled Nor'baal was reminded again, just why they where here.

Travelling in a frieghter was no way for a superior member of an much superior species such as the Hutts to travel, cramped in like cargo! No, not for him the confines of the bay, far better the lounged excellence of the yahcht. With that in his mind, he boomed in Huttese. "Atik, me duma hasa du bargon nee talasa, du Ootman dopa kajidic greepa. Bargon u noa-a-uyat de Shoboba Korgs ryll."

"Neet utni zee baba kree trula Ootman see kupa waka." the droid translated, gesturing to the ship dominating the sandcrawler hanger "Chee utnu, fabakasa korg zeema ryll!"

Atik turned to his collection of friends, and back again, holding up his hands, splaying out to show five didgets, and then the number two. Twenty Korgs.

Nor'baal smiled, for Atik clearly was unaware that Hutts did not count in the same way as others, having only eight didgets themselves. As such, they countedin base eight, so either way, Atik was going to lose this one. "Ting cooing koo Ryll ah. Me dasa bargon!"

"Neep exxca zu wiina!" the droid translated, much to Atiks delight, before turning to Aurelie and asking "There is a sled of some sixteen Korgs. Please retrieve them for the great Nor'baal." it asked, as Nor'baal and Atik shook hands.

 

[Darth Parox]

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A puzzled expression overtook his face for a brief moment, his eyebrows contorting into a confused frown, before Milo recomposed himself. Jubjub? he asked himself, then shrugged mentally. When he needed a favor, he'd take it up with the Hutt. The Sith's job done, he watched the proceedings with mild interest, curious as to how this primitive species communicated with others. It was interesting, though a bit confusing, as shown by the misunderstanding between the Jawa and the Hutt. Not everyone had 10 digits on both hands, and it seemed the slug was taking advantage. Milo remained silent, seeing it as a win for his camp.

"Definitely rough, and they definitely get everywhere," he replied to Aurelie shortly before Nor'baal sent her to go get the sled. The Acolyte watched on, his eyes gazing over the Jawas. A few of them were still trying to get close to him, though keeping their distance due to the glares he kept firing when they got too close. Being around a species of creatures that constantly remained hidden made him uncomfortable. Perhaps if he could see what was under their hoods, he'd let them get closer, but he doubted it.

@Nor'baal @Pyrenees

 

[Aurelie Fleury]

The metal thing Aurelie won still went up and down as she threw it to the sky, just to catch it a few seconds later. Despite only understanding a few words and phrases in Huttese, it was becoming increasingly apparent that the parties were about to reach a deal. There did, however, seem like some of the finer details were lost in translation as the Jawas clearly indicated that they wanted twenty Korgs while the droid instructed her to fetch a cart with sixteen Korgs. The young woman shot the droid a quizzical look as it attempted to command her to go get the sleigh. Getting bossed around by a droid had never been on her bucket list, but, she was in it for the coin after all - and in all other regards, this job seemed rather easy so far. "Sure thing!" she chirped enthusiastically as she went to get the sleigh.

Upon arrival to the vehicle, the thief could clearly see the korgs being orderly arranged in a square shape on the sleigh with both the width and length being composed of four korgs, which totaled at sixteen units of spice, just like the droid said. Even a child, or a Jawa, could see that a final row of korgs where missing which seemed rather problematic to Aurelie. Seeing as there were no supplies with which she could produce four stud korgs with, the girl simply put a large rug on top of the containers, figuring that they'd have to deal with it as they went.

There were some minor chattering at the negotiation site as Aurelie returned with the sleigh. From a distance, she could see that the chief was talking to two Jawas and pointing at her sleigh, among which were her new friend. Not wanting too much trouble, she decided that it might be best to avoid letting the delegation know that they were only receiving sixteen crates for as long as possible. As she hopped of the sleigh, Aurelie gave the two approaching Jawas a wave - everything pointed at these two souls being chosen to inspect the cargo. With a quick move, she threw the metallic thing she won in the bet back to her new friend with a wink "You can have it back buddy" The Jawa seemed ecstatic, looking down at the thing as if it were a long lost family heirloom. While her friend was busy tending to the metal thing, Aurelie turned to the other Jawa, lifting part of the rug covering the korgs, she revealed that there were a multitude of them. With a sigh, the thief carried one of the korgs to the remaining inspector who seemed rather satisfied with what was shown. The girl smirked - it felt like they didn't suspect a thing, and at the same time, the hutt could still reveal the true number of Korgs if he wanted to.

@Nor'baal @vamp

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

"Jee panweba kuna kee boonowa tah pacahla bai mee bacaka? Nor'baal boomed, as the Korgs where presented to Chieftain Atik "Bu pankpa, whao uba kolka?" he added, waving at his droid to translate for him into their bizzare and primitve language.

"Neep utni deep wana, zeet chippi wan wan." it spoke, the Chieftan nodding, and signalling for the vessel to be brought forward. Nor'baal paid little head, as the boarding ramp for the ship was lowered - merely gesturing for his guards to head on board and ensure that it was safe for his admission.

The ship would need work, for sure - and Nor'baal had arranged such labours to be undertaken locally. "Jot ten bolla. he said, needing no translation, as he slid up the ramp, to his new ship.

Exit Tread​

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