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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 2:22:55 GMT -8
Several hours passed before Nartaga finally moved from his meditation. The lights in his hut turned back on immediately, and he rubbed the areas around his goggles to sooth his eyes a bit. Standing up, he looked outside, seeing it was dark. He exited his hut and went to the one where Six was staying and knocked on the door. He spoke at lowered volume just in case she was asleep.-Nartaga in Tusken-
"Six? Are you awake? I thought I would check to see how your meeting went with the rest of the Council..."Nartaga yawned a bit. He was tired, but meditation was just as good as sleep to him, most of the time. At least he did not have to live through any visions.
She never got to REM sleep though witch was maybe luck on its own. She wanst sure what she would do in the middle of her usual "Nartaga" dreams with the blaster clenched in her hands as if it was a teddy-bear. She did click off the safety and aim in the door as the knocks came though, so Nartaga was rather close to becoming religious (holy). She set the safety back and got up, opening the shed door.-Six- "Come in. Seat." Her shed was also her warehouse. She could fit a suprising amount of stuff in there from weapons crates to newly traded tusken items. It was basically a sleeping cot surrounded by skyscrapers of merchandice and a small ally out to the door. She got in before Nartaga and took a seat with her back to some crates facing the door. She didnt have a different place for seating, just her sleeping cot. It was a lot lower living conditions then what Nartaga was used to.-Six in tusken- "Yes It went... successfull. I may continue my weapons deals, and sugar too. In exchange I will have to get medicine from the next shipment. I will go see Gr'Ish tomorrow for a list. I did see... Nartaga, do you know that other council members are ... -Six in basic- "...Are breaking the harmony of command and diplomacy? They squabble. The sentry leader, he is the problem. I felt bad just watching it. The Clan Mother tries to better the situation but the high Shaman easily takes up on Rik'Urs recklessness... its... unsettling." She didnt want to say why she shared this, she hoped that Nartaga already knew. She had said it many a times as it is. She will have to report it, at least this way, Nartaga and the council had a pre-warning.-Six in basic- "In the Cr... where I was a year, we are thought a lot of structure, as you might imagine." She touched the collar on her neck. It didnt have that same weight it had in the council chaimber any more. She was again a loyal Banshee, doing what she thought was right. Weapons paddling wasnt that bad when you thought about how dangerous the world is, and the sugar would get lifesaving medicine to the adult and Uli-ah tusken alike.-Six in Basic- "Without rules, walls, structure, society will crumble. Same goes for its leaders." She then realised she was lecturing a Councilor, she, a barely adult Tusken. She looked down ashamed. For months in the hell she survived, the hell that made her strong she dreamed of coming back. The months after that hell, when she really embraced her training she dreamed of coming back and changing the Tusken for the better. Now that she had this chance Six tried to get every chance she could to do so. And now, here she was lecturing a much more wiser person... -Six in tusken- "I... I am sorry. I didnt mean to speak out of line." |
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 9:18:05 GMT -8
Nartaga walked into the hut, looking around confused. Did they really bring this much stuff back from the last trade meet? He sat don on the floor across from six, adjusting himself so he didn't knock anything over. He listened to Six explain the events at the Great Hall with the other Councilors. He merely lowered his head.
-Nartaga-
"The R'Crurak clan has long been ruled by a Chieftain. This is the first Council we've had since the earliest days of the clan. People are still...adjusting..."
Nartaga looked up and sighed.
-Nartaga-
"Rik'Ur is young and foolhardy. But he is the leader of the Sentries. It is his right to be on the Council. He thinks with his mouth more often than his brain, but he will adjust. I just hope sooner than later."
Nartaga had never seen the Ruk'Arr, the High Shaman, strike out at anyone without cause. Rik'Ur must have said something foolish.
-Nartaga-
"Ruk'Arr is....caught up in the past. If someone says anything to offend him or his Shamans, he won't let it pass without putting that person in their place. I will speak to them in private next time I go to a meeting. This is still unacceptable."
Nartaga looked around at all the stuff for a moment before speaking again.
-Nartaga-
"But so far, the Council has done good. Everyone has been on edge lately. With other clans threatening another War, you, and our top Engineer has been missing for several days....There is a lot on everyone's plate, so to speak..."
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 11:34:39 GMT -8
Leader of the sentries, young and rash. Shaman leader nostalgic, prone to aggressive justice acts.
Clan thretened by war, Me (?!), and loss of head engineer on ship.
Nartaga has great influence on council.
She put her report together in her head. This was a lot on one plate. She would be such an issue that she was put in between war and a top artesian? The mention of the Engineer was new and came... subtly. Did Nartaga want her to look up in that? Was he guiding her on a path to abseptance in the clan?
Nartaga, inflience on council, knowladgeble shaman (see previous reports), self proclaimed mentor over six (?)
She decided to not hook on it, not openly. This way she gives more options for her handler (whoever it is) to give orders, weather the engineer would be killed or found. She was banshee first, and tusken second, she had earned that, but she was still tusken. She wanted to help her people badly. So, she added one more line to the report.
Finding the engineer could be a priority, to gain trust with clan.
She thought on it for a moment more.
If done with Sentry Leader, trust would be gained there.
There, two incentives to find the engineer, and help the clan. So, instead of asking about the engineer, she asked about the war.
-Six-
"A clan thretening with war? Why?"
The most important question in war.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 12:33:08 GMT -8
Nartaga simply shrugged in response before falling quiet for several minutes. The silence from him was eerie, but eventually he spoke again.
-Nartaga-
"They know we don't want another Civil War on our hands. But they also know that we are too strong to take on."
Nartaga exhaled sharply in a huff before continuing.
-Nartaga-
"They want what we have, and we are more than willing to share our technology, but they want more. They want to take on the Outsiders. Kick them off our planet. What they don't understand is that if they do that, more will come, with ships and soldiers, and exterminate us like womprats."
Nartaga looked at Six, his voice quiet and worried.
-Nartaga-
"They're scared. That fear drives them to lash out. I'm sure you've seen it before. Even out on other worlds. People do stupid things when they're afraid. Only a few can see what would happen. The others choose to ignore it. Better to die with honor in battle than live in squalor and fear. Many still think that way....."
Nartaga stood up.
-Nartaga-
"That's why we're different. To find another way. Peace. Lasting peace, between Tusken and Outsider. It's a bit...story-like....but it can be done."
Nartaga bowed to Six in apology.
-Nartaga-
"I'm sorry to have kept you awake. It is late. I will let you get your rest, if you'd like."
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 12:56:58 GMT -8
The Clan doesnt want Outsider friendly politics. With a clan threatening war, a tusken never backs off from a threat, on either side. The R'Curak clan wont be terrorised, and will make a ship, and soon friendly contact with outsiders, and the other clan will ruin it.
They were now noted in Sixs head as a threat to the operation.
And, the clan.
She didnt answer Nartaga. She simply bowed to him, thanked his words and acted as if she went back to sleep. When she was sure Nartaga was gone, she slipped out and slept further away between two tents, in the dark. She didnt want the old man to know she was suffering from the dreams, and she will need her energy tomorrow.
She woke before the two tents inhabitants and left off to find the Sentry Leader.
Her reasoning was that even if she found it, the Sentry leader would be the first to say that it was HER that kidnapped the engineer. Finding him together on the other hand would eliminate a huge risk, and win some favour in the council.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 13:28:54 GMT -8
Rik'Ur had been doing his rounds of the wall, inspecting each of his Sentries, ensuring complete compliance with all expectations. Full combat load of ammo and water ready, Gaderffii sharpened and shined, war paint not worn out. The Sentries hated these inspections, but knew that they were for a reason.
-Rik'Ur-
"Good job. You make Tatooine proud. She has never had such fine warriors on her surface."
A general cheer went about among the Sentry Wall Guards, and went about patrolling the inside of the Enclave. He had much on his mind. Most of it doing with defending the Enclave in the case of attack. His mind was constantly thinking up ways to defend his home. A building could be used a sniper nest, while the surrounding buildings could be used as traps. Fill them with explosives, and make them go boom when the enemy got too close. It was a last ditch plan, but it was one he had been working on for a while.
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 14:06:12 GMT -8
Six walked up beside him and greeted him with as much of a bow as she could do as she was pacing beside him. She was armed for combat. Gaffi in hand, E-11 holstered, wibroblade on her back.
-Six in Tusken-
"Councilor, a word please, if you will."
She hoped he would at least talk to her. Even scolding and cursing was fine. All interaction WAS interaction. Her spycraft teachers used to say. Hardest part was to make an asset that resists even interaction. And in Rik'Urs case, she thought about him as an asset, nothing more. He had made nothing that she could respect, as of yet, no action of honour, just scolding and negativity. He would be an asset.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 14:50:45 GMT -8
Rik'Ur stopped and turned to Six, huffing at the female Tusken. He looked down at her with disdain. And he was having such a good day until now.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"What do you want, welp? Come to beg for a future here? You're talking to the wrong Warrior. Go see your precious friend, the High Councilor."
The Sentry Leader turn and continued walking.
-RikUr in Tusken-
"Speak, welp. Before I change my mind. And talk fast, unless you want me to lose interest."
Rik'Ur started walking faster.
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 15:25:19 GMT -8
Bartering.
-Six in tusken-
"You are virtually defence less against an armoured assault. I can get you two canons, with enough munitions and parts to last years."
She knew that every Ardent class had at least a couple of A5 Juggernoughts on them. Their cannons could be traded for this mans attention, but his trust, she would have to earn. As for armoured assault, she wasnt really an expert. She had read some basic tactics on attack and defence with and against armour, but never had the time to truly test the subject in action. A lot of juicy stuff was cut from her training, alongside with this.
-Six in Tusken-
"But it has a prise. I want to help searching for the lost Engineer. Let me join the search, and the cannons are yours by the next shipment."
She was risking a lot here. She was both playing the Crucible and The Company of their armments and supplies for the sake of the R'Carak clan, while nestling herself deeper into its politics, just as the Company would want her to.
-Six in tusken-
"Consider it. The cannons could be linked to the spy satelites above for accuracy and more range. I know you are thretened by an other clan. Cannons like that would stop them before they got close enough to yell at you.
I even would let you bring in the Engineer if I found him."
Most of all? She wanted to strike three flys with one bolt. Make the Enclave safer from attacks, find the engineer and ensure the future of the Tusken Space Project. With orders coming in so slowly, she had to act.
She only hoped her actions were in accordance with her handlers will. Six really really hoped it was.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 16:02:25 GMT -8
Rik'Ur dismissed Six's proposal with a wave of his hand and a huff.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"We already have four cannons on the wall. There is little room for two more. But....."
Rik'Ur stopped again, and turned to look down at Six again. He seemed to be thinking. Think about battle as he always did. There were still places they could use cannons. Their old ones were good, but they were not always at one hundred percent. New cannons....New cannons could be useful.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"But we could use some up on the mountains...."
Rik'Ur leaned closer to Six.
-Rik'Ur in Tusken-
"Why do you want to search for our Engineer? Trying to win me over? Fat chance at that, welp. You'll always be a clanless Outsider. If I had more power I would throw you out of my Enclave and let you rot in the Dunes."
With that Rik'Ur turned again and walked off, leaving Six where she stood. It was not much of an okay, but it did seem he gave her the go to look for the Engineer.
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 16:25:35 GMT -8
'If you HAD the power' - She nearly yelled at him. Nearly. If she didnt have the mask, he would see her mouth open and close in anger. She had gone through hell, literal hell that never stopped, one that felt eternal. One that consumed. She came out of it alive, and this .... ASSET... was talking to her as if she was an insect.
That day she really met darkness for the first time, and the worst kind. The darkness inside her.
Without training, the careful mentioning of emotions and patience one could easily slip into darkness when in stressful situations. Public humiliation in front of wall guards was one of these. Six nearly made a threatening gesture at them as they were watching her take root in anger. No. She will not fuel the fire, but her pride was strong, and now hurt. In her mind she imagined ripping off the mans rags and putting him chained in a room with a mirror and strong lights, see how he handles it, and THEN calls her a whelp...
But, she had control. She had a collar, and that collar reminded her that her anger was locked, and only released if her Handler (whoever that is) so wanted.
She did not have a Yellow order.
Anger stays.
Engineer needs rescue.
She focussed on the mission instead of her humiliation. She went back to her home and shop, and tended her new line of customers. She had more today, mostly for the written sign now said "WEAPONS AND SUGAR". She had to explain every time that she only sold two packs per person, and she made careful notes to whom they went. No more were sold to that person for a standard week.
This wasnt the only thing she did. Every customer who came into her shed she asked about the missing engineer. Someone somewhere saw him last, and she would find that person. Information Gathering One Oh one. Find the last lead. Find the reason behind the act, and find what had gone wrong. So, she subtly interrogated her customers, asking if they knew anyone he worked with, knew anything where he worked, when he had disappeared, for what reason he was doing what he was doing when he went missing, and the likes.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 15, 2014 17:15:10 GMT -8
All of the customers that Six questioned about the missing Engineer knew nothing. All they could say was that the Engineers lives up on the plateau, fixing the Assault Shuttle, with the Jawas the R'Crurak clan had made treaties with. One day an Engineer came down and bought some sugar. When asked he scratched the wrapping around his arm and answered.
-Engineer in Tusken-
"Last time I saw him he was speaking to some Jawas about some other Jawa named Staed. Next thing you know Kar'Orzh is taking off to Anchorhead looking for the little thing. They told him that Jawa was smarter than all of them put together.....Does this information mean I get a discount?"
The Tusken Engineer waited for a reply eagerly.
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 17:40:46 GMT -8
She thought on it for a second. Anchorhead. Where was 42 going again? Anchorhead or Moes Eisley?
None the matter. When she left, she was closer to Anchorhead. Maybe if she is in range of the satelites... lets see.
-Six in suprised basic-
"Oh..."
-Six in half-composed Tusken-
"Sure, take it. On the house."
She asked the rest of them to wait for a minute, she is taking inventory. She closed off the rag she called door and squirmed up in a corner to try and muffle the sound of her speach. She called 42. First she couldnt hear anything but strong screeching of the engines and 42s muffled voice, but soon the screeching subsided.
-42-
...AND CANT REALLY HEAR A WORD! I AM SLOWING DOWN SO YOU CAN TALK BUT I RATHER NOT...
-Six-
"I can hear you sister, dont shout anymore."
-42-
... STOP BECause... oh... good.
-Six-
"Sis, I need your help. Where are you?"
-42-
I am following your elders map, about half a day south of anchorage, heading strait for the canyon he pointed out. Hows you hun?
-Six-
"Fine, look, could you turn around and head for Anchorage? Look for a tusken and a jawa. They should be there for a ship or ship parts."
-42, howlering laughter, then composing herself-
You kidding? There is nothing here but tusken, jawas and sand. Occasional Rock.
-Six-
"...."
-42-
Sorry sis, I thought it would cheer you up.
-Six-
"This is important. Can you?"
-42
I aint on any schedule hun, so sure. Will call you when I found out something. Might just lighten the load.
-Six-
"Thank you. Be safe sis."
-42-
You too hun!
She put the comm down and thanked the gods 42 was still in range. This way she was now free for a new mission. New objective.
But first, she will have to get rid of merchandice, and start taking orders.
The day would be long.
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Post by Staed on Jun 17, 2014 9:33:21 GMT -8
Meanwhile... above the Enclave.
Staed hadn't seen an encampment like this since his days with his clan, except this was on a grander scale. He knew of his place, from oral traditions passed down through the seasons, but he never imagined that the Tusken's actually were able to build anything so complex. Staed shook his head, as he circled the compound in a pre-landing sweep. It was hard to unlearn the racial hatred he had been socialized into. Jawa's were smarter than Tuskens, cleaner, more civilized... But it was all wrong, he knew that now, and he knew that Kar had been taught the same things against Staed's kind. It was odd to find that they had more in common than not. It was actually strangely reassuring.
"Ukee cho'reve ska."
We'll be landing soon.
Staed stated, as the ship lowered towards the dunes - just outside of the Enclave.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 17, 2014 20:09:11 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh's heart was pounding. He walked over to a viewport and looked down on the Enclave. The Sentries were raising the alarm, and preparing the blaster cannons mounted on the Enclave wall. Kar'Orzh called back to Staed and turned back to him.
-Kar'Orzh-
"Is there a speaker system? We need to let them know that we're friendly. Preferably before they blow us off the face of the Dunes."
Kar'Orzh did not wait for Staed to respond, instead going to a secondary command console and searching through to find the right command. He saw several that looked similar to what he had seen on the Assault Shuttle, but the Mandalorian language threw him off. Finally he came across a symbol that looked like an upside down microphone with outward moving lines. He tapped it twice and spoke in his native tongue to the console. His hooting and guttural voice echoed through the Enclave.
-Kar'Orzh in Tusken-
"Do not fire! This is Chief R'Crurak Engineer Kar'Orzh'R'Crurak! This ship has been commandeered by myself and a Jawa named Staed. It is to be repaired and refitted for the glory of the R'Crurak clan!"
The Sentries on the wall looked around confused for a moment before several began cheering, raising their Gaderffii and hooting in triumph. It was like a miracle. Kar'Orzh turned in the chair and his own happiness could be felt through his mask.
-Kar'Orzh-
"Now that we've got a ship, I could use a Jawa I can trust not to make off with my tools. Would you like to stay, for now anyway?"
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Post by Bal-Savi on Jun 18, 2014 8:09:33 GMT -8
Kal'Shor jumped up onto the wall and began climbing up the tall defensive structure, making to the top in about half a minute. He knelt down and held out his hand for Bal to jump and grab a hold of.-Kal'Shor-
"Jump! We're not even close to finished!"Kal'Shor knelt down a little more to make it a little easier for the younger man to get up.-Kal'Shor-
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 18, 2014 18:22:44 GMT -8
*Bal continued to run at the best speed he could as he watched his mentor climb up the wall. He did it so quickly, Bal wasn't even sure he could beat him up there at the peak of his strength. But he didn't worry about that now as he began to sprint toward the wall head first. With as much strength as he could he launched himself at the wall. As his foot hit the hard structure, he launched himself with one foot, making himself able to catch Kal's hand, or rather his wrist. He knew Kal would catch him regardless of how he raised his hand, but he decide to make it absolutely sure he was still full of energy, no matter how exhausted he looked*"What else am I expected to do Kal? I intend on proving that I can become one of you quicker than the last man who came here."
"Drink. We're going into the desert. As I said, we're not even close to being done. We'll be running until you drop for that little jab at my honor."Kal'Shor laughed with his hands on his hips, afterwards slowing his breathing to still his fast beating heart. This boy would be the death of him for sure. He was old, and while he was still very capable, youth often out performed age in physical competition. Still, he had decades of training, and was still in top shape. Not to mention his force of will. Using one's own sheer will to keep moving was something that was easily learned, but it could be forgotten. He hoped to teach Bal to use the power of his mind to overcome the weakness of his body.Kal'Shor took his water bladder back after Bal was done with it and poured some water down through the mouth hole in his mask before tying it back up to his side and jumping off the wall into the desert. He ducked and rolled to shift his momentum, and stood up before calling up to Bal.-Kal'Shor-
"Do as I do. Imagine you have just attacked a rival clan's central territory. You have to escape and get the Chieftain's Gaderffii back to camp as proof of their dishonor."Kal'Shor unslung his own Gaderffii and dropped it on the ground, pointing at it for a moment.-Kal'Shor-
"If they catch you, you will die, and no one will know. Dunewalker's missions are known only to the Councilors. Do you want your life to end without anyone knowing? Then get down here, pick this up, and start running for your honor! |
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Post by Bal-Savi on Jun 22, 2014 9:34:22 GMT -8
*Bal slowly took the water canteen and took a long gulp out of it. The water went down his throat, filling his lungs. He almost spit out the liquid, but held it in as it settled into his stomach and he felt just a little bit of his energy replenish. He listened closely to Kal as more directions were given to him. His 'mission' was to take a rival chieftan's gadderffi and take it back to his own clan. If he died, no one would know. Kal's words almost frightened him. Trained in martial arts, swordplay, marksmanship, hand-to-hand... but all of them were just minor trainers. They couldn't give him anything advanced, so he made his own sword style. He was always on his own, but he planned to have friends and allies. If no one knew of his death, they would only think he had wondered off again. And if he died, he wouldn't unleash his true potential in this galaxy. It was required he survive... death was not an option to him. With heart in sync with his breathing, the boy leaped off the wall with grace. He landed onto his toes rolling forward and picking up the gadderffi as he stood up. He nodded at Kal and began to sprint into the desert, not caring if Kal was behind him or not.*
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 22, 2014 19:01:58 GMT -8
Kal'shor cupped his hands and yelled out to Bal as he took the Dunewalker's Gaderffii and ran off.
-Kal'Shor-
"Head east until you come to one of our outposts!"
Kal'Shor waited several minutes for Bal to gain ground on him before waving over to several Sentries on the Enclave Wall. Recognizing the Dunewalker's markings on his wrappings and robes. After another few minutes they were down and Kal'Shor was explaining the training exercise.
-Kal'Shor in Tusken-
"Now let's go catch him. If he wins, all six of you are going to be on border watch for the next month."
The Sentries grumbled as they started running east, Kal'Shor heading the pack of Six Sentries.
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Post by Staed on Jun 23, 2014 21:10:18 GMT -8
-Kar'Orzh-
"Now that we've got a ship, I could use a Jawa I can trust not to make off with my tools. Would you like to stay, for now anyway?"
"Osk'ika!" Staed said, hitting the counsel in an agitated manner, as the ship came to a final juddering halt. There was no doubt that the landing would make for a difficult takeoff, and the possibility of getting grit into inner workings of the shuttle was regretfully high, yet there wasn't really an area sturdy enough to put a ship this size down. There was no bedrock, and the enclave itself would just crumble. The sand was the only alternative, and now the Jawa would have to walk the entirety of the ship to make sure he hadn't vitrified any sand to the manifolds, retros, or landing joints.
"Ikee ak'och no oek."
I have no place to go.
Staed answered with a slight shrug.
"Ike'mi vit hooda, es pas'ka Toshuda'ska... Usk, it'askasheshu."
My place of dwelling was in Toshi Station... Now, This is where I am.
He answered, getting down from his chair. He picked up both of his bags and started towards the aft section of the craft, where they had come through the cargo hold.
"Ikee go'ikas kashe mo'ike chu."
I go where I must, and never question.
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