Thread: Star Wars: Avdenture on Faunica (MysteriousD & Temptationist)

They will suck us dry! A tribe leader shouted in the longhouse, slamming his fists into the birch table in order to make a point. We were all gathered around the table, which fit 12 tribe heads - each with a designated seat, engraved with their tribe emblem, to represent their leadership. I held one of those seats, though, it was at conflicts like these that I most loathed being the Chosen of my tribe. I shook my head at Marakth, the man who stomped his fists. He was an opinionated gentlemen, not one I particularly got along with. His aimless tantrums and hot-headed temper never seemed to get him anywhere, except for in trouble. Though, today, his concerns were valid. Turning to face the rest of the chairmans, I agreed with him. Marakth is right. They all seemed surprise at that statement. This was perhaps the first time in years that I agreed with his spoiled opinion, and for many people, my agreement alone was enough to persuade them. These visitors have started to populate our lands. First it one one species, now two, three, four - they will continue to grow on our soil. Another head chimed in, another female Faunian named Aminae. Though, she was older, generally wiser. We have never been a selfish species. We are a people of peace, and integrity. We cannot simply wage war because we feel entitled to these lands. Marakth snorted at that statement, throwing his hands up in the air in a dramatic show of disagreement. However, before he could spit in her face, I took over. But we are entitled to these lands. Our people have roamed this earth for thousands of years. We have enriched the world around us so that it can rejuvenate, and grow. We have worked too hard and have come so far from the Great Wars to lose it all again... to what? Some space invaders who think their fancy ships and technical weaponry means they can baptize this world as their own? Foolishness! EYE! Marakth agreed. But I hissed at him, shushing him mid-victory as to put him in his place. Open your eyes, Aminae! All of you! My eyes glanced over all of their heads. They have done nothing but take take take. Soon Faunica will be depleted. And if not our earth's resources, maybe our own people. I continued. Aminae shook her head again. But they are too strong. She smacked the butt of her staff into the stone ground below us. They have technology beyond our abilities. If it is Faunica they want they will use their power to murder us. All of us, to truly take what they want. Her voice was groggy she croaked as she spoke from the many years of wisdom she carried in her head, and in her bones. Marakth, in his naivety and childish youth, intterrupted yet again. What about the folklore? The Legend of Crystals. The stories of Faunian technology that has been lost to us for hundreds of years? If we can find that source we can- NONSENSE! Aminae rose from her chair, slamming her staff even harder at his words. Those are fairytales! Myths! She raised her voice. Everyone went silence. As the eldest of leaders, her word meant a lot. Stories told to children to put them to sleep at night. Marakth, do not be juvenile. As Faunians, we have always been a people of simplicity, and of peace. We have never needed an army, or advanced weaponry to defend our kind. Looking out the window, my eyes became fixated on a landing ship in the near distance. It was a spacecraft I had never seen until recently just another reminder of the reality of this new age. Not until now.