Sand People Enclave

Six nodded about the Sugar. Maybe she doesnt need to seek the councils acceptance. She did only bring about 30 packs, and they were packs made for... caff. She will see what kind of market there is for it, and report back, as she was thought. She was promised a great reward if she does this mission well, greater then what she ever could wish for. She did give some right to the Crucible people. They may be cruel, but they were fair. Punishments were great, but the gain was equal.
And the mistress herself would give this reward, she promised. It came from her yellow lips, and she never lied to her subjects. What is a couple sugar junkie tusken in comparison to the great secrets of the universe? She went back to the more pressing matter.

-Six-
"You say they target your clan in perticular. I am a guest here, but I do go out into the wastes. If one seeks me out, how will I know how it looks like? What it can do? What I can do against it?

If you were to guest my clan, we would tell you witch plants to eat, witch cells to use and witch sister has a bad temper."

She wasnt scolding him, just laying forth her argument in a calm manner, sitting in the same spot she was offered to dine in. On the other hand, she was a woman, so who knew really?

-Six-
"Besides, you wouldnt have brought it up if it wasnt important. So close to the tusken reaching the stars, do you have fears of ... disvictory?"

She was trying to find the Basic word for "Failiure".

-Six-
"Thank you."

She believed she had done something good today. She now knows how to kill an arch enemy of her people, and now the Banshee clan will too. She believed the knowledge to kill these creatures could only bring good, but she didnt consider it from other perspectives. Like, how cool it would be to have soldiers that fight on even if they loose limbs? What secrets may be burried in their little possessed bodies?
Nartaga was right. He shouldnt have told her, and she shouldnt have asked for it.

-Six-
"Whatever you may need for it, that you yourselves cant reach, tell me. I will see what I can do.
For now, I have more weapons to sell. Thank you for the breakfast."

Six had to be speed trained in that one year. One reason was because about three-four months of that time she was still resisting the Crucible and its teachings. It was only later that she could really study what they gave her. So, they had to resort to cutting some of the "banshee Program" off. Like cutting most high-tech gear training, group combat tactics, umbrella mastery, lessons in galactic affairs, civilisations, history, and threatening phrases, mimes, architecture and the list goes on. What she WAS trained in substantially was single combat, and spycraft, manipulation and spotting what may interest Military Intelligence.

In her head, she allready noted K'Shir as an asset whom will be easy to manipulate personally, and Rik'Ur whom could be manipulated from afar. She also noted the difference in mannerisms between the two. Also, she noted Nartagas absence. She took it from Gr'lsh chuckle, Rik'ur-s unfriendlyness and K'Shirs motherly friendlyness that the council was not one mind, one united purpose. She noted it in her head for later noting it in her datapad, and stepped forward and bowed (or whatever is custom).

-Six-
"It is well, thank you. The trade went well, the Banshee clan is content, and hopes that the Tusken People are too. Many seemed to like the weapons we provided. The next shipment should be in a standard week, If the council accepts. 30 more sets.
I am also asking for permission to sell Sugar. Small quantities and only to adults."

She pulled the small sugar packs and reached it not to K'Shir, but to Gr'Lsh. She figured a motherly person would think twice before introducing drugs iinto her family, and Rik'Ur was restrained against Six. She wanted to see if she can find a new ally in Gr'Lsh. Show some trust, and gain some back.

Infighting in front of an outsider. Sixs heart sunk. She thought more of her people, and the impression Nartaga gave made the council seem wise and settled. What she saw now didnt match her expectations. She disliked it, and disliked the fact that she will have to report it. Because she has to. She knows very well what happens if she doesnt. On the brighter side, she believed in what her mistress was saying, that she wants to help the tusken. Maybe if she reports this, a better leadership can be arranged. She will take it up with Nartaga first though.

-Six in tusken-
"If your sentries already use sugar to let the cold nights and hot days go by, why not control it? A steady and controlled flow of sugar used safely is a better option then drunk sentries on watch. And I am willing to give away sugar for the Shamans."

The thought came to her naturally. It seemed like the best solution to all their problems.

She bowed back to the councillors with really... nothing she could say. Not about the little mishap.

-Six-
"I understand."

Was all she could come up with. She felt powerless, unable to settle the minds of old and wise tusken, and she also felt dirty for making them feel so weak.

-Six-
"My proposition stands. I am willing to sell sugar to adults, Not Sentries nor Uli-ah. And I will bring sugar to the healing tents whenever needed for free. If the shamans give me a list of things that can be useful further-more I could try and get it with the next shipment of guns. As a tribute to the clans for selling weapons and sugar. And of course, in safe quantities."