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

What are we to do now? Just sit on our asses and wait for our world to deteriorate? Marakth came running behind me, calling to me as I left the council meeting and headed back to my tribe. I rolled my eyes he called for me, but tried to compose myself by the time he walked beside me. Rove. Like we've been doing. Keep your eyes on them. The more we know on these foreigners, the more of an advantage we'll have against them. I glanced at him briefly. He did not look pleased, although he nodded his head in silence and we parted ways. For the past few weeks, spies had been spread across the region all there with one thing in mind seek out as much information as possible... from a safe distance. But Marakth was right, we could not simply watch as these aliens invaded and pillaged out nations. We had to act soon, or we would all regret it. I felt it. I felt it deep within my bones, as I'm sure Marakth and other council members did too. Dark days lay ahead. With my own ideas in mind, I gathered a small crew and headed for the swampy woods. These lands were unpredictable. Some terrain was dry, nearly dehydrated, and others, saturated in marshlands. If there was anyone who knew these grounds, it was I - who spent most of my childhood days wandering the region. I headed for a clearing in the land, one that had been snagged by outsiders for mineral mining. I could nearly growl at the sight of these massive machines, shredding our sweet soil and fracture these fields. I cannot watch this desecration any longer! I said in a sudden rage, throwing myself off the tree top branch and storming forward. A fellow crew member seemed shocked, attempting to question my actions as I glared at the machines in the distance. Whatever he said was just like wind whispering in my ears. I heard it, though faintly, and purposely chose to ignore its sound. My brow lowered as I began to growl, I have had ENOUGH! Slamming my bare foot suddenly in the ground, the firm terrain split before me a crack splintering forward and out for the mining pit. The divide was tiny but a hairline fracture in the ground's uneven surface. But the force was enough split through the distance, reaching the machine's destination in mere seconds. Against my better judgement, Marakth's remarks had gotten to me. And with one swift motion of my foot and my mind, I projected the force of Am'ma against these invaders. Feeding into my increasing cultural insecurity, the crack met the foot of one of the harvesting machines, and suddenly, opened to create a sinkhole. The leg of the device instantly fell in, the entirety of the machine beginning to lean drastically to one side threatened by the buckling of the equipment. Raising my arms upwards, my eyes seemed to sparkle just a little brighter against the gleaming sun as I flung my hands forward. Focusing my energy on the other machines, I channeled Am'ma in a destructive nature. The act sent bolts of unexplained power through the machinery, causing it to surge and malfunction. They all went into overdrive, moving with supernatural speed before nearly imploding seconds later. It wasn't until a crackle in the near bushes broke my attention, forcing my ears to flicker and my head to instantly turn. Immediately my men were on the move flying down from the trees like monkeys to go after whatever unwanted being was lingering by. They had one priority and one priority only to protect the Chosen their tribe leader and their mentor, me . It was just seconds later I could hear their calls to me. They had something, and judging by the use of our native, foreign tongue - it was a outlander, ones we called spacers . Releasing the machines, I turned to follow their signals. Plunging my feet into the nearby pond, I crossed the small lagoon to meet my band of warrior men on the other side. There they seemed to have surrounded a man and his machine greeting him with hostility at the face of their arrows and weapons.