Tatooine's Open Terrain

-Six-
"There are enough langag... lan-gu-a-ge ... barriers around here too. Plus, it will take time to finish Tusken. So others can use the software."

Six was fiddling with the umbrella, detaching and attaching the different parts to figure out how they work. She seemed familiar with the weapon enough.
The wind started to strenghten. The fire was the first sign of it, but those that lived here long knew it before. 42 threw away an other empty can of beer and stood up.

-42-
"I will find myself a spot. I have never lived through a sandstorm before. I am looking forward to it. Sister, would I manadge to scream, will you come for me?"

-Six-
"Of course sister. Always. Dont go far."

42 Nodded to both of them and walked off into the sunset(s). Six finished her fidling with her new toy and turned to Nartaga to explain.

-Six-
"The Banshee clan prides itself in experimenting and living dangerous or exiting experiences. May it be loosing a limb or living through a storm with nothing but your gear and your thoughts. We believe that suffering one pain will make it less frightening and distracting when we suffer it next time. The same with the forces of Nature. Many of these experiences are then noted down for others to read.
And yes, we have some that can be called evil. Some by choice are cruel and mean. Some by circumstance rather choose a more malevolent path. Some dont. Like in all cultures. But you must understand, we are trained to kill, and a tool you know well will always be better in the hand then one you dont."

Six nodded, thought for a second, looked after 42 who found a nice spot on top of a rock to sit down lotus stile and fiddle with her datapad.

-Six-
"We stay. 42 may get hurt. We leave with her."

Six stood up, gathered her belongings, new or old.

-Six in tusken-
"Time to sleep. I... I had a good day."

She went over to the tent, got in, and she went to sleep soon there after.

*Many were fools to do what he would. Only a few could withstand a sandstorm, but even then you'd need a suit prepped to take the beating and mist of sand. Wearing only a black trench coat, sleek black pants and steel boots, Bal was not even equipped for a decent fight. The sword on his back rattled within the sand, smacking against his spine. The cloth bandanna against his mouth and nose shook with the wind, but his walk was solid. There was not a single care for what got caught in his hair. Something was leading him here for a reason. This was not the first time he got caught in such a brutal storm, but it was the first time he was prepared to take its wrath. His black hair grabbed peices of sand as it struggled to stay smooth within the ravaging winds. It was an effort not worth attempting. For whatever reason he was out here, he knew it was a chance to expand his knowledge. He couldn't be a kid forever, not when he had sworn to protect those who deserved the protection of his sword.

"Damn this sand... its going to end up getting in my eyes."

-Six in tusken-
"Two suns I know well, but no sand. I saw a city, and tusken wearing cloths, like outsiders. I was on a market, surrounded by buildings. THen all of a sudden fire started to rain, and we all died."

Her ancasters may not have looked like tuskens today, but that was her way of seeing them at least. She left out the part about her mistress, as usual, but this time she wanted answers, and she figured she could try and add her lovely overlord into Nartagas explanation.

-Six in tusken-
"All the time I was in that dream, I felt like something horrible will happen, as if something was leading me up to the end where everything was destroyed from the sky. I woke up then."

42 was done. She had the water tank rigged to her speeder, and a tarp covered whatever else she was to take with her from the sand people. She thought about being helpfull and start rigging the new weapons to the banthas, but the creatures didnt like her coming close so she shrugged and went back to her speeder to sit on it lazily untill the tusken are done with their howling and honking.

Six took roots. It was supposed to be hard to see the ancestors end? It didnt actually hit her that hard, she was more curious and confused then maddened by the dream. And blushing, because of all the quasi naked tusken. Go insane? She didnt even register it as a bad experience.

Have she gone so far from the Tusken way?
Has she gone so far into the Outsider way?

She starred at Nartagas mask as the old one looked down. She understood why she should have gone mad. The pride and honour of a tusken, however twisted it may seem to an outsider would have shattered her mind. Such a beautifull civilisation lost, and for what? What immense evil must they have done to deserve that fate? What a loss! And she stood there, feeling nothing.
Nartaga should have concerned himself with her, instead of a pat on the shoulder.
She did ask the obvious question.

-Six in tusken-
"Dark Possessed?"

With the honking and howling and snorring finally done, 41 said her farewells.

-42-
"I thanks you for the hospitality. I had fun, but work awaits. Need to see what this baby can do in actuality. Was rock solid time. Hopefully I see you both."

She waited for nartaga to say his and then speeded off with only a wink from Six. Now, the two tusken were alone again, and Six didnt comment on the Dark Possessed for a long while, true to Tusken ways of drawing out discussions. They packed up all the gear on the banthas and sat up before she had spoken again, and that too was after long contemplation.

-Six-
"One day, you will either regret you told me little, or you will regret you told me too little. My mistress also says that fearing fear is fear itself. Knowing it breaks the magic.
...
I didnt say its good, I just say she says that a lot."

She let it be. Nartaga was old and wise, there was a reason he mentioned the Dark Possessed, and it would become relevant one day, or not. Time would tell. They got ready and started the long ride back to the Enclave. Six was happy they were done with the real first contact, and it seemed that things were going well. Now, she only had to give what was owed and sell some more, then make the trip again.

She did contemplate the entire experience in her silence. The attack on the wort, the tree, the dreams. She wrote down some of her thoughts in her datapad, but kept some others for herself. Like the Ancestors, the Mistress in her dreams, and the Dark Possessed. It was getting dark when she finally spoke again.

-Six in tusken-
"You know, wherever we go from now on, I will always be thankfull for your wisdom. It is sad that I had to become something else to truly appreciate being one of the sand people."