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@Symphoni I mean I'll most likely have my character ready by Monday.
@Symphoni Yeah, Im still working on it. I'll probably have something on Monday
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I'm interested in joining. I'll get on figuring out what kind of character I want to make.
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Sauru'u Controlled Space
Daru'ud II
Tuskar Den Network
Daru'ud II was a harsh desert world, prone to long summers of scarce food, brutal heat, and powerful sandstorms. But for the reptilian Sauru'u, this was hardly so much as an inconvenience. In the other seasons they hunted the fast breeding races to near extinction, only for them to repopulate their numbers in near weeks. They dug their cities and communities, rather than build defiant profusions to the invaders of the stars. Between small dens meant for simple living were narrow tunnels, all connecting to small hubs. Connecting to those were larger tunnels, leading into giant hallways where hundreds of Sauru'u would walk about their daily business, with scrapcobble stalls trying at passersby attention with weapons, foods, and other staples.
Beta Kraw sat impatiently in the shaman's den, as the orange-scale implanted yet another robotic claw on his right hand. He was numb to pain, having been injected with Biosap annestic. He had already come to the shaman multiple times in the past for various other cybernetics, including three times for right-handed claws, all from misfunctional weaponry, a thermal eye, his organic one lost in combat, and internally, he had his left ear system replaced by a mechanical one, as a loud explosion deafened him in his younger years. And each time, the shaman would take longer than necessary on the operations, trying to squeeze every last tyrn out of him, as Sauru'u medical debts are measured by amount of time a shaman operates.
Finally, the tired, old shaman stood up, cleared his throat, and told Kraw "I am finished. hundred tyrns," as he held out his open palm.
"One hundred? I've purchased faulty weapons for more that functioned better than your botched operations!" Kraw snapped. This shaman had
robbed him of his tyrns for the last time.
"I'm afraid I'm the best shaman in this whole den network. If you want a better operation, head on over to the Capita den network, I know one that will--"
Kraw threw the shamans tray against the wall of the den, and dropped a small satchel filled with triangular shaped coins onto the table, mumbling "Greedy snivel" under his breath as he left.
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Kraw met later with Zilo, a fellow green-scale Beta of the Tuskar den network at a large room with long tables meant for feasting, though only the two of them were present, with two bowls in front of them, containing pink, slimy meat. Kraw and Zilo were Betas, who served to their Alpha, who served Tuskar's Patriarch, Olgar, who took command of the entire planet.
"So, what exactly is with all the fighters in town being decommishioned lately?" Asked Kraw, picking at the meat in his stone bowl.
"Apparently a special craft is required for transportation of a secret project on Agani III." Zilo
replied, "The Patriarch himself has broken a few claws when his personnal frigate was forcibly taken. He's taking the next immediate shuttle to Agani III to figure out what exactly is going on that steals precious Patriarchs' luxuries." He let out a chuckled-hiss shared with his comrade.
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Balda
Capita Den
Capita was the Capital den of the Sauru'u patriarchy, yet nowhere near to being its largest, as that honor fell to the Farug den of Agani II. Its only inhabitants were a few high ranking Sauru'u, a skeleton crew of a guard, the Seer's, and of course, the Apex.
In the large, circular center room sat seven of the twenty Seers, the second highest rank in Sauru'u society save for Apex. In the direct center at a podium stood Patriarch Olgar, with golden scales and red eyes. Olgar snarled, and said to the seven seers "I, Olgar, refuse to have shuttles of my world scavenged for matters I possess no knowledge of!"
One of the Seer's folded his hands, and countered, "Patriarch, the reason we are scrapping your ships are for a top secret operation. Just know that your "sacrifice" will be very useful in the greater scheme of thi--"
Olgar slammed the podium, and growled "I demand to atleast know what the operation is! My world is on the Sauru'u/Rim border, at first risk to invasion by independant Rimworlds or other nations such as the commonwealth! You remove us our preemptive defenses and refuse to tell why? Pray, take all our ships, but I demand to know what for!" veins bulged in Olgars' skin when he finished his rant with a heavy breath.
The Seer council stared at Olgar unimpressed, but apalled. The head Seer with a green robe stood and sighed, "Very well. You are given permission to witness the project on Agani II. Return to your world, and be prepared to make your journey in three days."
"I'll be sure of it..." Olgar sneered.
Daru'ud II
Tuskar Den Network
Daru'ud II was a harsh desert world, prone to long summers of scarce food, brutal heat, and powerful sandstorms. But for the reptilian Sauru'u, this was hardly so much as an inconvenience. In the other seasons they hunted the fast breeding races to near extinction, only for them to repopulate their numbers in near weeks. They dug their cities and communities, rather than build defiant profusions to the invaders of the stars. Between small dens meant for simple living were narrow tunnels, all connecting to small hubs. Connecting to those were larger tunnels, leading into giant hallways where hundreds of Sauru'u would walk about their daily business, with scrapcobble stalls trying at passersby attention with weapons, foods, and other staples.
Beta Kraw sat impatiently in the shaman's den, as the orange-scale implanted yet another robotic claw on his right hand. He was numb to pain, having been injected with Biosap annestic. He had already come to the shaman multiple times in the past for various other cybernetics, including three times for right-handed claws, all from misfunctional weaponry, a thermal eye, his organic one lost in combat, and internally, he had his left ear system replaced by a mechanical one, as a loud explosion deafened him in his younger years. And each time, the shaman would take longer than necessary on the operations, trying to squeeze every last tyrn out of him, as Sauru'u medical debts are measured by amount of time a shaman operates.
Finally, the tired, old shaman stood up, cleared his throat, and told Kraw "I am finished. hundred tyrns," as he held out his open palm.
"One hundred? I've purchased faulty weapons for more that functioned better than your botched operations!" Kraw snapped. This shaman had
robbed him of his tyrns for the last time.
"I'm afraid I'm the best shaman in this whole den network. If you want a better operation, head on over to the Capita den network, I know one that will--"
Kraw threw the shamans tray against the wall of the den, and dropped a small satchel filled with triangular shaped coins onto the table, mumbling "Greedy snivel" under his breath as he left.
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Kraw met later with Zilo, a fellow green-scale Beta of the Tuskar den network at a large room with long tables meant for feasting, though only the two of them were present, with two bowls in front of them, containing pink, slimy meat. Kraw and Zilo were Betas, who served to their Alpha, who served Tuskar's Patriarch, Olgar, who took command of the entire planet.
"So, what exactly is with all the fighters in town being decommishioned lately?" Asked Kraw, picking at the meat in his stone bowl.
"Apparently a special craft is required for transportation of a secret project on Agani III." Zilo
replied, "The Patriarch himself has broken a few claws when his personnal frigate was forcibly taken. He's taking the next immediate shuttle to Agani III to figure out what exactly is going on that steals precious Patriarchs' luxuries." He let out a chuckled-hiss shared with his comrade.
-----------------
Balda
Capita Den
Capita was the Capital den of the Sauru'u patriarchy, yet nowhere near to being its largest, as that honor fell to the Farug den of Agani II. Its only inhabitants were a few high ranking Sauru'u, a skeleton crew of a guard, the Seer's, and of course, the Apex.
In the large, circular center room sat seven of the twenty Seers, the second highest rank in Sauru'u society save for Apex. In the direct center at a podium stood Patriarch Olgar, with golden scales and red eyes. Olgar snarled, and said to the seven seers "I, Olgar, refuse to have shuttles of my world scavenged for matters I possess no knowledge of!"
One of the Seer's folded his hands, and countered, "Patriarch, the reason we are scrapping your ships are for a top secret operation. Just know that your "sacrifice" will be very useful in the greater scheme of thi--"
Olgar slammed the podium, and growled "I demand to atleast know what the operation is! My world is on the Sauru'u/Rim border, at first risk to invasion by independant Rimworlds or other nations such as the commonwealth! You remove us our preemptive defenses and refuse to tell why? Pray, take all our ships, but I demand to know what for!" veins bulged in Olgars' skin when he finished his rant with a heavy breath.
The Seer council stared at Olgar unimpressed, but apalled. The head Seer with a green robe stood and sighed, "Very well. You are given permission to witness the project on Agani II. Return to your world, and be prepared to make your journey in three days."
"I'll be sure of it..." Olgar sneered.
Sure, this sounds cool. I'd definitely apply if it became a thing.
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