The Children of the Mountains

[Pureblood-Sin]

The northernmost mountains of Yinchorr were different compared to most of the planet's surface. Indeed, the highest of mountains on the planet were havens to those who called them home. Sin'ryk knew this, not to mention the fact that the mountains were rich in water on an otherwise dry world; most of the water on Yinchorr came in the form of Salt water from the small low-lying seas. A tribe who made its dominions within its mountains could easily support a larger population compared to the tribes who wandered the deserts. Raising Packs of Tuk'ata was made easier by the fact that these mountains tended to be rich in caves; those that weren't used by a tribe to house its people were used to keep the Sith hounds.

The inside of the shuttle was bustling with the Acolytes Sin'ryk had assembled for a field trip to his homeworld; to see how one of the remaining Red Sith lives. It was perfect giving that the tribes are relatively passive unless provoked. Soon enough, the Sorcerer began to address the gathered students.

"Alright, do you all have your cold weather gear? Unless you are used to thin air. expect to feel somewhat nauseous and light-headed as your bodies adapt to it. As you all know, we are going to be meeting with one of the Sith tribes of Yinchorr. I know them well, they will not attack unless you give them reason to; their hospitality will be gracious, just pay no attention to the wary glances they display. They do not think themselves superior to you, its just that they do not trust outsiders. Before we leave the shuttle, do you any of you have any questions?"

 

[Steel]

Sitting on a bench inside the shuttle, Kaata listened to Sin'ryk's advice. The Kaleesh was somewhat excited to be part of the group of acolytes chosen for the trip. On one hand, it would be interesting to learn about the Sith race; Kaata was particularly eager to learn how to tame tuk'ata. On the other hand, this was a political mission. Kaata was not a fan of politics, and promises of non-violence were disheartning.

Despite his reservations, Kaata was determined to keep this visit peaceful. He would avoid causing trouble if he could, if only to help propel him to the ranks of Crusader. Kaata needed to prove that he was more than an attack hound for the Imperium.

When the pureblood was done speaking, Kaata nodded to show that he was ready. He was ready for the cold, he was ready for the stares, and he was ready for whatever this trip threw at him. Unless, of course, the Sith tribe wanted Kaata to remove his mask.

 

[Vexillar]

Viole had been on numerous missions before. Each one involving some form of combat. He had to either kill someone, survive something, defend something, or some other form of combat. So when Sin'ryk began to ask around for aid in a diplomatic matter, or rather see if anyone wanted to tag along, Viole was quick to answer to the call. Diplomacy had always interested the Miraluka, and he wanted to learn as much about it as he could. Of course there were all kinds of politics. Big time, small time, and hundreds in between. Learning how this tribe dealt with things would only help him. He wore an insulated robe, as well as a cloak. The hood was up, and his saber was tucked safely inside. He was about as warm as he was going to get for the weather on the planet they were to visit. He nodded to Sin'ryk as the Crusader explained what was going on, and what to expect. He wasn't a fan of thin air. He didn't have a lot of experience with it. Certainly not enough to say that he wouldn't feel any effects. So he began mentally preparing himself for the ordeal to come. Any questions? None. Viole shook his head to show that he had no questions and that he was ready to leave whenever the elder Sith was ready.