Post by Renthous Vacvar on Oct 19, 2005 23:47:57 GMT
::The Tatooine twin suns soaked the Dune Sea, drenching it in the warmth and blinding light. The sandpeople worked, trying to gather banthas for herding equiptment back to their camps. This vastness of the desert was home to no man, except for the one 30 year old man abducted from his camp during a sandpeople hunt. Well, it gets nowhere saying he failed, since it's pretty damn obvious, he's a slave. And he was the only human capable of making it this far into the desert, or so he thought.::
::He was helping the sand people clear the wreckage of a jowa transport, salvaging a couple hundred credits and a lot of droids that would be used at the sand people enclave. He wiped sweat from his forehead and watched as the sun took it right off his hand in a second. Yawning, he looked towards the easte to predict what time it was when he saw a black image against one of the suns. quinting so the light didn't effect him, he saw it walking closer, a large stride, graceful, yet a warning in the same. In the back of his mind, the man knew he was evil and affiliated with a band of wrongdoers. Realizing that the man also wore a hood, he tried to see the jetblackness the shrouded the man's face. As if realizing he was looking at this person in black, a green oval appeared where the eyes would be, and the man's world went black. His eyeballs fell out of his skull, the teeth dropping out of the now char-black gums. His face shriveled up like a shrunken head, and he began spewing green vomit all over the sand. The twin suns refused to evaporate it, the sand refusing to absorb it. He fell over, dead.::
::The sand people hurried over to the strangely murdered man. Shrugging their shoulders, they sliced him open. Instead of red blood, there was a lime green blood, oozing out onto the sand. It smelled of something vile, and the sand people turned away. That was when they noticed the shadow standing to their left, the dark image of the person in black standing right there. They refused to move, and when he lit a maroon beam from his right hand, they raised their electrostaffs and charged. The demon merely lifted his saber and plunged it through one of the ten who had dared to fight him, and he had done it so fast it seemed impossible. Three of the sand people surrounded him and swung viciously, but by that time he had run right past them and through their attacks and had already quartered two more of the Tatooine natives. His hood flung back, revealing a gray face with two navy blue rings around his eyes that formed into lines and worked it's way up to the skull of the demon, where pointed red spikes protruded. His eyes where maroon, with small silver specks. But the funny thing was his pupils. They were not nroaml, black, cicular pupils. They were green slits, a vile green that reminded the sandpeople of the man's blood. They ran from the bottom of the eye to the top, and they shone deadly in the sun. With one flash, the sandpeople shared the same fate as the man. Toxis stepped over their bodies, and noticed sandpeople scouts had run towards the enclaves. No doubt they would rally every person to fight the man, hundreds of sandpeople just willing to die. Toxis laughed and waited for a challenge of any sort.::
::He was helping the sand people clear the wreckage of a jowa transport, salvaging a couple hundred credits and a lot of droids that would be used at the sand people enclave. He wiped sweat from his forehead and watched as the sun took it right off his hand in a second. Yawning, he looked towards the easte to predict what time it was when he saw a black image against one of the suns. quinting so the light didn't effect him, he saw it walking closer, a large stride, graceful, yet a warning in the same. In the back of his mind, the man knew he was evil and affiliated with a band of wrongdoers. Realizing that the man also wore a hood, he tried to see the jetblackness the shrouded the man's face. As if realizing he was looking at this person in black, a green oval appeared where the eyes would be, and the man's world went black. His eyeballs fell out of his skull, the teeth dropping out of the now char-black gums. His face shriveled up like a shrunken head, and he began spewing green vomit all over the sand. The twin suns refused to evaporate it, the sand refusing to absorb it. He fell over, dead.::
::The sand people hurried over to the strangely murdered man. Shrugging their shoulders, they sliced him open. Instead of red blood, there was a lime green blood, oozing out onto the sand. It smelled of something vile, and the sand people turned away. That was when they noticed the shadow standing to their left, the dark image of the person in black standing right there. They refused to move, and when he lit a maroon beam from his right hand, they raised their electrostaffs and charged. The demon merely lifted his saber and plunged it through one of the ten who had dared to fight him, and he had done it so fast it seemed impossible. Three of the sand people surrounded him and swung viciously, but by that time he had run right past them and through their attacks and had already quartered two more of the Tatooine natives. His hood flung back, revealing a gray face with two navy blue rings around his eyes that formed into lines and worked it's way up to the skull of the demon, where pointed red spikes protruded. His eyes where maroon, with small silver specks. But the funny thing was his pupils. They were not nroaml, black, cicular pupils. They were green slits, a vile green that reminded the sandpeople of the man's blood. They ran from the bottom of the eye to the top, and they shone deadly in the sun. With one flash, the sandpeople shared the same fate as the man. Toxis stepped over their bodies, and noticed sandpeople scouts had run towards the enclaves. No doubt they would rally every person to fight the man, hundreds of sandpeople just willing to die. Toxis laughed and waited for a challenge of any sort.::
