Post by Dutch on Aug 26, 2009 19:19:39 GMT -5
Name: Kxkrru’krkx (Last Name’ First Name) AKA Blue
Race: Tarc
Age: 203
Height:8’1”
Weight: 503 lbs.
Birth place: Hjaff, Krk’kut
Appearance:
I do not claim this picture
Kxkruu’krkx is held in high regard by his people for how he looks. Standing at a whopping eight feet tall, as well as being a good foot wider than his fellow Tarc, and having the coveted navy blue shell made him a rare specimen of the Tarc indeed. From his older age, his shell in most light looks almost black, though natural sunlight brings out the blue in it. He is a very expressive talker, at least two of his four arms moving while speaking. His shell has many scratches and a few shallow gouges in it from the years. When speaking, his voice is a deep baritone. Krkx like all Tarc bleed a dark blue, which combined with his already glossy blue shell, make it hard to see if he’s bleeding. He also sports a black bar-code looking mark etched into the left side of his head- a gift from a group of slavers.
Personality:He is good natured like the rest of his people, however, he is far more protective over his own even for a Tarc. Due to his status among the Tarc, he has gained a bit of an ego over the times, and is very competitive with those he sees as equals. Despite his appearance, Krkx is a very inquisitive, quick thinking man. He has a natural love for machines, and is quite talented at working with his hands. Krkx won’t readily admit it, but there is a great kindness within him, being the type of person to take a bullet for someone he just met (the thick armored shell helps). However, cross him once, and it may be the last time they do anything. If he does decide to spare their life, it’s only because he has something better to do. If one wishes to see him act like an excited kitten, they merely need to get him a plate of Rrk’xr Mollusks- a distant relative to an extinct delicacy from Hjaff- and Krkx’ favorite food.
Profession: Slave/ Fringer
Skills:Piloting, Repair, Hand to Hand Specialization
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 5 (Ship/Fighter weaponry only)
Alignment:+4
Ship Name:Xtkrii’Krkrr’Hjaff (Shores of Hjaff) Blitz-Class
Bio:
Kxkrru’krkx was born 203 years ago to a clutch of thirty other Tarc in a small pool of water during the rainy season on Hjaff- the Tarc homeworld. Unlike his clutchmates though, he was special. Easily twice the size of them, and a rare shade of light blue, his destiny was laid before him at the moment he hatched. Quickly dashing to the chief, his mother told their leader the good news. In Tarc society, a blue one was seen as one who has been blessed by their God- the only color close to the color of said god, purple. The chieftain was also that rare shade, and Krkx was the first Tarc born that color in over 250 years within their school.
Instead of being raised by his parents alongside his clutchmates, Krkx was to be raised and taught by the chieftain himself- when the time came. At first, Krkx simply just splashed and played with his clutchmates, though never using his bigger size to bully any of them. Because of his future, his parents were distant from him, but still very kind. His clutchmates were a bit less kind though, making fun of him for his coloring- though Krkx would often answer this with a pinch to the antennae. Their parents didn’t discourage the banter, simply because they knew that the young ones just didn’t realize who Krkx would become.
Years passed, and the clutchlings could finally leave the pool they were born in, the babies now fifteen, and at first like all Tarc, could only walk sideways on all sixes. It took a year for the clutchlings to learn how to walk on just their hind legs, and that meant Krkx’ time to leave was coming soon. The parents taught their clutchlings how to dig for food, shellfish lived in the briny under layer of the surface, and as the primary food source for the Tarc, it was taught how to find them at a young age. By this time, the clutchlings were no longer babies, reaching the age of 20, it was time to start their education. But Krkx would have a special type of schooling, not just the basics everyone else got- for he was destined to lead.
Krkx had been introduced to Chief Grrkt a few times before, and he knew that when he was old enough, he would begin to live and learn under their leader. While his clutchmates and other young Tarc were learning basics in their history and mathematics- Krkx began to study strategy, intergalaxy politics,the ability to understand Basic and engineering on top of that from Grrkt. As time went on, Krkx began to get more and more interested into the engineering aspect of his schooling, especially when the Chief took him to the other side of their village, where they met with a Tarc Naval Command officer who had brought a ship for Krkx to study. Even after his classes passed, Krkx would often come to this ship, called Shores of Hjaff. It was a modest freighter, but its design was a favorite of the Tarc species- mostly because of its quieter engines. The young Tarc simply adored this ship, his love for it only grew as Grrkt began showing Krkx the workings of it, and how to keep it in repair and tuned up.
Time passed, and it wasn’t long before Krkx knew every in and out of the Shores. But Grrkt began to take him away from the ship, to teach him the age old fighting style of the Tarc, but not just the physical aspect of it, but the philosophy of it. Due to their very tough shells, and legendary strength, the Tarc have always been a species to weather out attacks, and when necessary, strike hard- so hard, that it would deter attackers from responding. This strategy had been what has kept the Tarc separate from the Galaxy for so many years, preferring to keep to themselves and Hjaff. The fighting style was different in a physical sense- as the only true weak point on a Tarc was his joints, Tarc vs Tarc combat involved the pulling off of limbs using sheer force. This was also used on non Tarc- but Tarc vs Anything combat included using their pinchers to bash, cut and strangle while their hands would be only used for blocking and parrying. Krkx was indeed a natural with this, his naturally large size making him formidable in every way.
Krkx and Grrkt would spar everyday, the pair not stopping until Krkx was able to either pin or disable his master. As each month passed, he started to defeat the Chief sooner and sooner, to the pride of Grrkt. His studies still continued of course, Grrkt beginning to teach him of people that would try to attack Hjaff, but not for conquering reasons, but to harvest the Tarc themselves. Slavers could sell Tarc for thousands of credits apiece, their natural strength and tough shells making them perfect for manual labor. This new knowledge sickened Krkx, the thought of using anyone like that, let alone his species, was just wrong to him. Grrkt explained that defending their people from slavers was each village’s Chief’s responsibility. Coordinating their people and taking their best men that weren’t already enlisted to aid the Hjall Navy- the Tarc’s impressive and nearly impossible to defeat navy. Krkx hoped that he wouldn’t have to see these battles, but deep within him, he knew that his time would come.
As he entered his fourties, Grrkt began to teach Krkx how to pilot the Blitz freighter- Shores of Hjaff. He explained to his understudy that the men who would attack them often used ships to drop sonic weaponry and troops into their villages. And thus the reason why he was to be taught how to use this ship for warfare- something it was not designed for. And so every morning when the sun rose, Grrkt would accompany Krkx in the Shores and would teach him all the tricks to piloting he knew. Due to his zealous love for the ship, Krkx put his heart and soul into his piloting lessons- the freighter soon feeling as if it was nothing more than an extension of his own body. He loved how the ship handled, smooth and responsive, fast yet stable- it was almost as if he was meant for it- and it for him. After his flying classes, Krkx was given a lunch break, in which he would go to the village for food. It was during these breaks that he began watching a female he knew well, Krrk’k’Xrrry.
At first, Krkx was simply terrified of the female, barely even able to start clicking a “Hello” when he would freeze and quickly go away. But sheer will alone kept him going day after day to see her, the freezing happening less and less until one day, he finally got a word in but Xrrry simply responded with “Go away” to Krkx’ dismay. But the Tarc was resilient- he continued to talk to her- even if she didn’t respond or tried to walk away. He did this for five years- the same routine every day, flying, then pestering Xrrry, then sparring, then his studies. It wasn’t until one day Krkx decided to ignore his visit to Xrrry that things turned around. He walked right past the female, not so much as turning his antennae towards her.
It seemed that the one day of cold shoulder treatment was the catalyst needed to kick start Xrrry’s attention for Krkx. She began to seek him out on a regular basis, but whenever she would speak to Krkx- he continued to snuff her, never responding or acknowledging her. However, it was very tough for the man to do this, after so long and finally getting this girl’s attention- he wanted nothing more than to sit and gab with her for hours. Things continued this day for another year until one day Krkx showed up at her home, and asked her to join him for a walk. It was after this day that the courtship of Xrrry and Krkx began.
At first it was simply an addition to Krkx’ routine, going to spend time with Xrrry during his break and after classes. It wasn’t long before Krkx’ and Xrrry’s intentions became clear to one another. The Tarc’s mating ritual was an odd one indeed- involving the male grooming the female’s shell, as well as digging out a ditch for a spawning pool and filling it with mollusks. The bigger and more filled the pool was, the more the potential mate cared about the female. It was an age old tradition- obviously still used by the Tarc even after they’ve evolved. Krkx’ pool was simply gigantic, more than twice the size of the one he grew up in. This of course made Xrrry’s decision for her- such devotion was rarely seen. And now, they only had to wait for the rainy season- the only time of the year Tarc eggs would survive. During the waiting time, when not learning from Grrkt, Krkx and Xrrry would spend hours gathering mollusks- food for their clutchlings. Until finally, at the young age of 60, the rainy season began, and Krkx was wed to Xrrry.
It didn’t take long for Xrrry and Krkx to have their clutch- 47 eggs to be exact, a very large clutch by Tarc standards. Krkx was fascinated by the eggs, often wading into the pool they sat in and gently touching them with his antennae- a Tarc kiss. Even during the time they waited for the eggs to hatch, Krkx would continue to study under Grrkt. He was very surprised and pleased when the Chieftain gave him a gift for his new marriage and children- the Shores of Hjaff. The elder blue Tarc explained that it was his intention to give it to Krkx all along, and that the ship was once his, but it was fitting to pass it to the next Chief of Krk’kut Village.
But due to his busy schedule, he stopped his piloting training to stay with his clutch so Xrrry got a chance to walk around and stretch her claws a bit. It was this time that Krkx enjoyed most, nestling down next to the eggs and petting them with his antennae- listening to the growing clutchlings within. During his time with his children Krkx would hum to them, the same set songs that his own mother and father did. It was said in Tarc lore that the more you interact with your children before they hatched, the faster and better they’ll develop in life. To his great surprise, it was on his watch that a sudden Crack! sounded within the clutch. Krkx quickly moved away from the eggs and began to call for Xrrry- they’re clutch was hatching. Hours passed, and Krkx along with Xrrry helped their young from the shells. 47 eggs were laid, and now, 47 newborn Tarc scuttled and explored their pond. They were all the average Tarc shade of newborn light pink- something that pleased Krkx. Normal color meant normal life, and even though Krkx loved his, he did at times wish to not have the fate of his village rest on his shoulders. But none of that mattered right now- he was a father.
And so time’s got simple, Krkx raising his children along with Xrrry- and yes, each one of the babies got a name, though it would take awhile to name them all. Krkx made special care to touch antennae’s with and spend time with each child individually, though sometimes it came down to the cluctchlings swarming their father, it taking almost all of them to bring him to his knees, the group all clicking with laughter whenever this happened. But even with spending time with his family, Krkx would still go to Grrkt for his classes- but was told that soon, the elder Chief would have nothing more to teach him. Krkx was surprised by this news- but also pleased him, less time learning, the more time he would be able to spend with Xrrry and the kids.
That day finally came- at 100 years old, Grrkt placed a hand on Krkx’ chest and said these words (In Tarc of course)
“And now the pupil has passed, you now know the knowledge of our people, and let us pray that you won’t have to use it. I graduate you Krkx, may you live long and your family lives healthy.”
And with that, Krkx no longer needed to go to Grrkt for learning, but the two had a bond, and every day he would still go visit his master- if only just to share a meal together. Life took on a new type of peace now. Now using his time he had learning, Krkx began to teach his clutchlings as much as he could, sitting down the whole lot of them at once. These years passed so quickly for Krkx, his children soon entering their schooling, and before he knew it, beginning to court other Tarc within the village.
Before he could even twitch his antennae, another 50 years had passed, and his children had moved from the pool into ones of their own. During the days, Krkx would spend time with Xrrry and go visit his children at their homes, very pleased at his first clutch of grandchildren. But during the night he would go to the Shoresfor a joy ride, occasionally even taking it out of the atmosphere. It was up here that he would just sit in orbit around the planet, its patchy tan surface looking surprisingly uninhabitable. He assumed this is why no one seemed to bother Hjaff. Little did the Tarc know however, that greedy, heartless eyes were turned at the peaceful little world…
It happened so fast, the village of Krk’kux didn’t even see it coming. A small patrol craft flew over it, and hundreds of small orbs rained down on it. With a flurry of booms and shockwaves, the sonic grenades went off, paralyzing any nearby Tarc. Luckily, Krkx and his wife weren’t within the blast range- but this was unlucky for the group of men that landed in the center of the village. They began to drag any paralyzed Tarc into the ship, binding them with large metal gauntlets and chains.
It wasn’t long before Krkx and several other Tarc made the scene, the enraged crustaceans wasted no time at all. With a series of bellows and clicks they charged. The attackers didn’t expect the ferocity of them, it wasn’t long at all before they were clambering back aboard their ship, even dumping the Tarc they captured for more speed. What they didn’t see, was a single large blue Tarc running away from combat. But he wasn’t fleeing the fight- he was getting to his ship. As the attackers took off, they didn’t see the single freighter heading right at them. Loading a couple proton torpedoes into their tubes, Krkx waited till they were well away from the village when he unleashed the pair. He pumped a fist in victory as the patrol craft exploded, quickly turning around and returning to the village. He was met with praise, having chased off and destroyed the attackers- except by one person.
Grrkt took Krkx aside and explained to him who those people were. Falcon Company was a little known, but very vicious group of slavers that operated off a station in the next system. That patrol craft couldn’t have flown there alone- lacking hyperspace capabilities. That meant one thing- Falcon Company will be back, and in greater numbers. Grrkt then explained that a Tarc slave was worth thousands of Republic credits apiece, and that these heartless people would do almost anything for a chunk of that change. Krkx knew right away what they should do- and to his surprise, Grrky agreed. And so the pair went around the village and collected all the stronger Tarc they could find, forming a militia and then contacting the Tarc Naval Command. And so with the TNC as well as the Krk’kut militia ready for battle, they awaited the strike.
It hit harder than expected, instead of using any large ships, the Falcon Company sent many smaller vessels that flew right past the TNC warships, knowing that the Tarc wouldn’t fire towards their own planet. The dropships landed, and no mere rabble of slavers leaped out- but what appeared to be a well trained private army.
Grrkt wasn’t joking about these guys, they were well equipped, and well trained by the looks of it. The Tarc really didn’t possess much in the ways of ranged weaponry, the species preferring hand to hand combat over the somewhat useless blasters (on their shells that is). But hopefully the Tarc could get close enough to deliver one hell of a blow against them. And so they charged- some Tarc dashing on their bottom four limbs for more speed- blaster fire rang out from Falcon Company, but luckily it just bounced off the Tarc’s durable shells. A few of the smarter Falcon’s used grenades and sonic weaponry- the only two things that could actually do any damage to them. The battle was quick but fierce, Falcon Company once more retreating into their ships and leaving, the TNC picking off some ships as they got above the cruisers. In the aftermath, the Tarc took stock of everything. More Falcon’s were killed than Tarc to their relief- but among the deceased was none other than their chief- Grrkt.
Krkx was shocked by this, his long time mentor and friend always seemed invincible to him, and to see his body so lifeless threw him off. But there was no time to grieve, he knew what this moment meant. Krkx was then declared the next Chief of Krk’kut, and was in charge of its safety. And so a new stage began in his life, and Krkx was prepared to answer it. During the calm after the first battle, the Falcon’s set up a base with a large shield around it- so that the TNC couldn’t bomb them from above. Luckily though, this shield was not crustacean proof. Though the Tarc would try to raid this camp every now and then, it was to no avail since the Falcon’s had set up a series of sonic mines all around the compound. And so, the attacks were on the Falcon’s call- something Krkx was less than enthused about.
And so the Falcon Company’s raids hit at least once a week, the Tarc able to keep them off for the most part, though sometimes the enemy would simply just attack and not try to capture anyone. These attacks were the ones that angered Krkx the most, such senseless violence was so pointless to the Tarc. But he began to formulate a plan- something that the Tarc could have over Falcon Company. And so one night Krkx and his militia went out towards the direction of the enemy’s base, and dug themselves into the sand so only their antennae stuck out- all they needed to sense their foes. The attack was far more brutal than even Krkx had planned, but definitely worked. As soon as Falcon Company began moving towards the village, the Tarc waited, and just as they began to pass overhead, the massive crustaceans burst from the sand, claws flying and shredding anything nearby- leaving a mass of bloody sand and severed limbs. This attack scared away Falcon Company for two weeks, giving the Tarc much needed time to heal and plan.
But even that two week break still wasn’t enough, the Falcon’s kept attacking, and each time the village got a little more destroyed, and a couple more villagers would be taken. After nearly thirty years, Krkx realized this had to end- and quickly. There were no obvious weaknesses to the compound Falcon Company had set up- but one thing was obvious- if they could take out the shield, the Tarc Naval Command could shred them apart in seconds. And so Krkx took only two other Tarc from his village that he trusted and they snuck under the sand towards the compound. The Tarc snuck right under Falcon Company’s shield, and slowly made their way towards the generator at the center of the compound.
After setting some charges right under the generator, the three Tarc quickly made their way back to the village, messaging the Tarc Naval Command for the attack. The fireworks were brilliant, the second the shield was down, hellfire rained down on the attackers- decimating their compound. A few ships escaped- but all the capitol ships were wiped out- exactly what the Tarc wanted. That night the Tarc celebrated their victory- with the help of the TNC and planning of their chieftain Krkx, the peaceful Tarc could once more get back to their simple life. Krkx just hoped that those few ships that managed to escape wouldn’t come back with reinforcements. But then again, the sheer length and ultimate defeat that Talon Company faced made Krkx feel that this was the last they’d see of them…
And Krkx seemed to be right. Years passed, and the desert soon took back the Falcon Company compound, and the “Slaver War” was in their past. Krkx was held in high regard by other Tarc villages for his valor and ability to preserve his village by any means necessary. His kids continued to prosper, several clutches of grandchildren soon following after the war. Krkx visited his families almost every day along with his wife, Xrrry. As some of his grandchildren got older, Krkx began teaching them the very things his master taught him- at least in the ways of Tarc combat- for he knew that just because slavers might not return in his lifetime, didn’t mean that they wouldn’t come back one day.
Krkx’ life was very simple now- for the first time in many years, and he simply loved it. He led the effort to rebuild the village from the war, it taking nearly ten years alone just to do that, but it wasn’t for lack of effort. They even set up a memorial in the center of the village with a full list of all who deceased in it- a sort of reminder of what war could bring. Xrrry and Krkx didn’t end up having any more children though, the pair thinking that their large clutch was more than enough for them. Krkx began to spend time on the Shores once more, the old girl not seeing a tune up in far too long. He even began to teach some of his grandchildren how to fly- taking them on rides and letting them pilot it every now and then.
The Tarc simply loved this new peaceful time he was in, simply pleased with how calm everything was. His grandchildren flourished, and a few even started families of their own. The Tarc was now a great grandfather- something he hadn’t quite ever expected to be. But nonetheless, he loved the newest clutchlings as if they were his own. When their parents were away, Krkx would come by and spend time with the newborns, playing and talking with them all day. This was by far his favorite thing to do, the clutchlings simply enrapturing him. Life was nothing less than bliss, and every day Krkx was grateful that his family had not been injured in the war. Years passed, and the Tarc was now at the impressive age of two hundred- nearly 2/3 through an average Tarc’s lifetime- and he was aware of this. Probably the reason why he was so family oriented these days- but then again, not like he wasn’t ever a family man. But as time passed, his guard began to go down- a move that he would regret for the rest of his time.
One thing Krkx didn’t count on in the twenty years of peace his village was in was something as simple as revenge. Little did he realize was that the last ten years, a certain group from Falcon Company had been planning another raid- but this time a more focused one. One cold, quiet night while Krkx and the rest of the village were sleeping, Falcon Company completely covered the village with sonic weaponry, literally paralyzing the village’s entire people. The Falcon’s had specific targets- Tarc they especially wanted to get their hands on- one’s who helped with that very embarrassing defeat twenty years ago. Krkx was among those that were taken, to his extreme dismay. He watched paralyzed as his kidnappers dragged him away from everything he loved and knew- the first time he truly left planet, and had a feeling it would be the last time he saw Hjaff in general. Adding onto his dismay, he saw that they had sent a salvage ship to grab his beloved Shores- the only ship in Krk’kut village.
And so Krkx and eight other Tarc were taken that night, transported to a space station known as The Nest- where Falcon Company operated out of. In this station, Krkx was processed by the slavers, a barcode etched into the left side of his exoskeleton’s skull, and he was completely deloused and tossed into a holding cell alone for weeks with barely any food and almost no water. After the initial solitary confinement, Krkx was kept in a very small, very cramped room with now only 7 other Tarc- the youngest among them not making it pass the solitary confinement. This enraged Krkx more than anything- it was one thing for the Falcon’s to capture young Tarc, it was another to maliciously and sadistically kill one. Life like this continued for a time, all eight Tarc were held in a cell barely big enough for them, and each day, the slavers would throw a scrap of food for them to share, and they only had the water that dripped into the cell to drink. Sometimes Krkx would go days without either food or water- anything to aid the young Tarc that accompanied them. It broke his heart to see them wither, and it wasn’t long before he could sense death within the cell.
Three years have passed since Krkx’ arrival to The Nest, another of his fellow Tarc had passed away, leaving only seven of them. And not long after that, a couple more deceased. After the third of his people died, Krkx tried to escape, but it was futile, the slavers soon taking him down after killing one of their leaders (see rp sample). Now once more crammed into the cell with almost no food or water, Krkx began to lose hope after all this time, hoping that something would help them… anything…
Password: Vornskr
RP Sample:
Dank, musty air wafted all around, the smell of sea salt and rot looming. In a small dark room were crammed several large crustaceans, their mouth spikes occasionally clicking as they sat bound. The largest of them all looked around, his antennae waving quizzically as he did. They need to come get us eventually… thought him, his eyes searching for any sign of light. Not a second after he thought this, the sound of escaping air sounded right next to him, and the door into the room slowly began to slide open. A few of the crustaceans began clicking excitedly- probably hoping to escape. But this one knew better, his two hundred years of experience allowing him to know better, but these hatchlings were still young, barely in their forties. He turned to them roughly and growled and clicked rapidly, telling them to shut it and be at the ready.
As soon as the door open the large one saw his captors. A Rodian seemed to be their leader, his bug eyes peering into the cage.
“It seems a couple of them died in transit, Srost, you promised me seven Tarc- unharmed.” Said the Rodian as he turned to a Trandoshan. The Trandoshan snarled in annoyance and stormed to the large one and slapped his shelled chest. He snarled some words in his native language which a translator droid wrapped around his arm translated.
“This one more than makes up for the dead ones, look at him! A one of the kind find! He is a head taller than his fellow Tarc, and a rare color! He would fetch thousands of credits in a zoo or as a trophy!”
The Rodian nodded and stroked his mouth in thought before motioning to a Gammorean. The pig man tossed the Trandoshan a datapad in response, obviously to transfer credits. Finally having enough of this escapade, the large one began to flex, pulling at the metal gauntlets that bound his four arms. With a metal squeal the gauntlets broke apart, and he wasted no time. One massive claw went to the Rodian and the other went to the Trandoshan, lifting them off their feet by their neck. He exclaimed into a series of clicks and harsh gestures with his hands, translating to:
“You shallows wading specs of scum, I’ll rip you all limb from limb!”
And so he did. Throwing the Rodian aside, the large one used his now free claw to snag the Rodian’s leg, and swiftly pull it out of its socket with a wet popping sound. Without hesitation the massive crustacean grabbed the other leg, and gave it the same treatment. Just as he was about to deliver the killing blow a round of high pitched squeals sounded, and he began to thrash and threw the Rodian. He collapsed to the floor writhing, catching sight of his attackers. Several Weequay with sonic rifles had taken him down- a Tarc’s weakness. Grunting and clicking angrily, he watched as some of them walked into his cell and began to drag out the three dead Tarc- each one barely in their teens by Tarc standards. His heart felt like it was torn asunder as he watched, as these Tarc were his own children’s age. His antennae drooped low and he tried to turn away from the spectacle, but his paralysis from the sonic weaponry forced him to watch.
As the dead were removed, the Weequay began binding him once more, doubling up his gauntlets to make sure he wouldn’t escape again. It took ten men total to drag him back into his cell, leaving on the ground. One of the Weequay tossed a handful of bread into the cell and said
“There you go crab- that should cover you lot for the day!”
The Weequay all laughed heartily at this, one of them kicking the large one in the face with his combat boot before shutting the door once more. After it closed one of the Tarc helped him up.
“It’s OK Krkx- we can share.”
He said as he bent down to pick up the bread. Krkx- the large one- waved his antennae right then left- the Tarc expression for no.
“You spread it among yourself young ones, I can manage.”
Krkx replied. The young Tarc looked down, their antennae drooping. This was the third day in a row the elder of the group had said that exact thing. But as he was older, it was his duty to make sure the young got what they needed, no matter how small it was.
**We're thinking of giving him some sort of nickname- so far the list is:
Shrimpy
Kix
Anything you all might have, just post it here, since Kxkrru'krkx is kinda a mouthfull XD
Reason for Edit: Had to put the nickname bit in.
Race: Tarc
Age: 203
Height:8’1”
Weight: 503 lbs.
Birth place: Hjaff, Krk’kut
Appearance:
I do not claim this picture
Kxkruu’krkx is held in high regard by his people for how he looks. Standing at a whopping eight feet tall, as well as being a good foot wider than his fellow Tarc, and having the coveted navy blue shell made him a rare specimen of the Tarc indeed. From his older age, his shell in most light looks almost black, though natural sunlight brings out the blue in it. He is a very expressive talker, at least two of his four arms moving while speaking. His shell has many scratches and a few shallow gouges in it from the years. When speaking, his voice is a deep baritone. Krkx like all Tarc bleed a dark blue, which combined with his already glossy blue shell, make it hard to see if he’s bleeding. He also sports a black bar-code looking mark etched into the left side of his head- a gift from a group of slavers.
Personality:He is good natured like the rest of his people, however, he is far more protective over his own even for a Tarc. Due to his status among the Tarc, he has gained a bit of an ego over the times, and is very competitive with those he sees as equals. Despite his appearance, Krkx is a very inquisitive, quick thinking man. He has a natural love for machines, and is quite talented at working with his hands. Krkx won’t readily admit it, but there is a great kindness within him, being the type of person to take a bullet for someone he just met (the thick armored shell helps). However, cross him once, and it may be the last time they do anything. If he does decide to spare their life, it’s only because he has something better to do. If one wishes to see him act like an excited kitten, they merely need to get him a plate of Rrk’xr Mollusks- a distant relative to an extinct delicacy from Hjaff- and Krkx’ favorite food.
Profession: Slave/ Fringer
Skills:Piloting, Repair, Hand to Hand Specialization
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 5 (Ship/Fighter weaponry only)
Alignment:+4
Ship Name:Xtkrii’Krkrr’Hjaff (Shores of Hjaff) Blitz-Class
Bio:
In The Spawning Pools
Birth-20
Kxkrru’krkx was born 203 years ago to a clutch of thirty other Tarc in a small pool of water during the rainy season on Hjaff- the Tarc homeworld. Unlike his clutchmates though, he was special. Easily twice the size of them, and a rare shade of light blue, his destiny was laid before him at the moment he hatched. Quickly dashing to the chief, his mother told their leader the good news. In Tarc society, a blue one was seen as one who has been blessed by their God- the only color close to the color of said god, purple. The chieftain was also that rare shade, and Krkx was the first Tarc born that color in over 250 years within their school.
Instead of being raised by his parents alongside his clutchmates, Krkx was to be raised and taught by the chieftain himself- when the time came. At first, Krkx simply just splashed and played with his clutchmates, though never using his bigger size to bully any of them. Because of his future, his parents were distant from him, but still very kind. His clutchmates were a bit less kind though, making fun of him for his coloring- though Krkx would often answer this with a pinch to the antennae. Their parents didn’t discourage the banter, simply because they knew that the young ones just didn’t realize who Krkx would become.
Years passed, and the clutchlings could finally leave the pool they were born in, the babies now fifteen, and at first like all Tarc, could only walk sideways on all sixes. It took a year for the clutchlings to learn how to walk on just their hind legs, and that meant Krkx’ time to leave was coming soon. The parents taught their clutchlings how to dig for food, shellfish lived in the briny under layer of the surface, and as the primary food source for the Tarc, it was taught how to find them at a young age. By this time, the clutchlings were no longer babies, reaching the age of 20, it was time to start their education. But Krkx would have a special type of schooling, not just the basics everyone else got- for he was destined to lead.
Ways of the Tarc
21-50
Krkx had been introduced to Chief Grrkt a few times before, and he knew that when he was old enough, he would begin to live and learn under their leader. While his clutchmates and other young Tarc were learning basics in their history and mathematics- Krkx began to study strategy, intergalaxy politics,the ability to understand Basic and engineering on top of that from Grrkt. As time went on, Krkx began to get more and more interested into the engineering aspect of his schooling, especially when the Chief took him to the other side of their village, where they met with a Tarc Naval Command officer who had brought a ship for Krkx to study. Even after his classes passed, Krkx would often come to this ship, called Shores of Hjaff. It was a modest freighter, but its design was a favorite of the Tarc species- mostly because of its quieter engines. The young Tarc simply adored this ship, his love for it only grew as Grrkt began showing Krkx the workings of it, and how to keep it in repair and tuned up.
Time passed, and it wasn’t long before Krkx knew every in and out of the Shores. But Grrkt began to take him away from the ship, to teach him the age old fighting style of the Tarc, but not just the physical aspect of it, but the philosophy of it. Due to their very tough shells, and legendary strength, the Tarc have always been a species to weather out attacks, and when necessary, strike hard- so hard, that it would deter attackers from responding. This strategy had been what has kept the Tarc separate from the Galaxy for so many years, preferring to keep to themselves and Hjaff. The fighting style was different in a physical sense- as the only true weak point on a Tarc was his joints, Tarc vs Tarc combat involved the pulling off of limbs using sheer force. This was also used on non Tarc- but Tarc vs Anything combat included using their pinchers to bash, cut and strangle while their hands would be only used for blocking and parrying. Krkx was indeed a natural with this, his naturally large size making him formidable in every way.
Krkx and Grrkt would spar everyday, the pair not stopping until Krkx was able to either pin or disable his master. As each month passed, he started to defeat the Chief sooner and sooner, to the pride of Grrkt. His studies still continued of course, Grrkt beginning to teach him of people that would try to attack Hjaff, but not for conquering reasons, but to harvest the Tarc themselves. Slavers could sell Tarc for thousands of credits apiece, their natural strength and tough shells making them perfect for manual labor. This new knowledge sickened Krkx, the thought of using anyone like that, let alone his species, was just wrong to him. Grrkt explained that defending their people from slavers was each village’s Chief’s responsibility. Coordinating their people and taking their best men that weren’t already enlisted to aid the Hjall Navy- the Tarc’s impressive and nearly impossible to defeat navy. Krkx hoped that he wouldn’t have to see these battles, but deep within him, he knew that his time would come.
As he entered his fourties, Grrkt began to teach Krkx how to pilot the Blitz freighter- Shores of Hjaff. He explained to his understudy that the men who would attack them often used ships to drop sonic weaponry and troops into their villages. And thus the reason why he was to be taught how to use this ship for warfare- something it was not designed for. And so every morning when the sun rose, Grrkt would accompany Krkx in the Shores and would teach him all the tricks to piloting he knew. Due to his zealous love for the ship, Krkx put his heart and soul into his piloting lessons- the freighter soon feeling as if it was nothing more than an extension of his own body. He loved how the ship handled, smooth and responsive, fast yet stable- it was almost as if he was meant for it- and it for him. After his flying classes, Krkx was given a lunch break, in which he would go to the village for food. It was during these breaks that he began watching a female he knew well, Krrk’k’Xrrry.
Chasing Xrrry
50-60
At first, Krkx was simply terrified of the female, barely even able to start clicking a “Hello” when he would freeze and quickly go away. But sheer will alone kept him going day after day to see her, the freezing happening less and less until one day, he finally got a word in but Xrrry simply responded with “Go away” to Krkx’ dismay. But the Tarc was resilient- he continued to talk to her- even if she didn’t respond or tried to walk away. He did this for five years- the same routine every day, flying, then pestering Xrrry, then sparring, then his studies. It wasn’t until one day Krkx decided to ignore his visit to Xrrry that things turned around. He walked right past the female, not so much as turning his antennae towards her.
It seemed that the one day of cold shoulder treatment was the catalyst needed to kick start Xrrry’s attention for Krkx. She began to seek him out on a regular basis, but whenever she would speak to Krkx- he continued to snuff her, never responding or acknowledging her. However, it was very tough for the man to do this, after so long and finally getting this girl’s attention- he wanted nothing more than to sit and gab with her for hours. Things continued this day for another year until one day Krkx showed up at her home, and asked her to join him for a walk. It was after this day that the courtship of Xrrry and Krkx began.
At first it was simply an addition to Krkx’ routine, going to spend time with Xrrry during his break and after classes. It wasn’t long before Krkx’ and Xrrry’s intentions became clear to one another. The Tarc’s mating ritual was an odd one indeed- involving the male grooming the female’s shell, as well as digging out a ditch for a spawning pool and filling it with mollusks. The bigger and more filled the pool was, the more the potential mate cared about the female. It was an age old tradition- obviously still used by the Tarc even after they’ve evolved. Krkx’ pool was simply gigantic, more than twice the size of the one he grew up in. This of course made Xrrry’s decision for her- such devotion was rarely seen. And now, they only had to wait for the rainy season- the only time of the year Tarc eggs would survive. During the waiting time, when not learning from Grrkt, Krkx and Xrrry would spend hours gathering mollusks- food for their clutchlings. Until finally, at the young age of 60, the rainy season began, and Krkx was wed to Xrrry.
Simple Kind of Man
60-150
It didn’t take long for Xrrry and Krkx to have their clutch- 47 eggs to be exact, a very large clutch by Tarc standards. Krkx was fascinated by the eggs, often wading into the pool they sat in and gently touching them with his antennae- a Tarc kiss. Even during the time they waited for the eggs to hatch, Krkx would continue to study under Grrkt. He was very surprised and pleased when the Chieftain gave him a gift for his new marriage and children- the Shores of Hjaff. The elder blue Tarc explained that it was his intention to give it to Krkx all along, and that the ship was once his, but it was fitting to pass it to the next Chief of Krk’kut Village.
But due to his busy schedule, he stopped his piloting training to stay with his clutch so Xrrry got a chance to walk around and stretch her claws a bit. It was this time that Krkx enjoyed most, nestling down next to the eggs and petting them with his antennae- listening to the growing clutchlings within. During his time with his children Krkx would hum to them, the same set songs that his own mother and father did. It was said in Tarc lore that the more you interact with your children before they hatched, the faster and better they’ll develop in life. To his great surprise, it was on his watch that a sudden Crack! sounded within the clutch. Krkx quickly moved away from the eggs and began to call for Xrrry- they’re clutch was hatching. Hours passed, and Krkx along with Xrrry helped their young from the shells. 47 eggs were laid, and now, 47 newborn Tarc scuttled and explored their pond. They were all the average Tarc shade of newborn light pink- something that pleased Krkx. Normal color meant normal life, and even though Krkx loved his, he did at times wish to not have the fate of his village rest on his shoulders. But none of that mattered right now- he was a father.
And so time’s got simple, Krkx raising his children along with Xrrry- and yes, each one of the babies got a name, though it would take awhile to name them all. Krkx made special care to touch antennae’s with and spend time with each child individually, though sometimes it came down to the cluctchlings swarming their father, it taking almost all of them to bring him to his knees, the group all clicking with laughter whenever this happened. But even with spending time with his family, Krkx would still go to Grrkt for his classes- but was told that soon, the elder Chief would have nothing more to teach him. Krkx was surprised by this news- but also pleased him, less time learning, the more time he would be able to spend with Xrrry and the kids.
That day finally came- at 100 years old, Grrkt placed a hand on Krkx’ chest and said these words (In Tarc of course)
“And now the pupil has passed, you now know the knowledge of our people, and let us pray that you won’t have to use it. I graduate you Krkx, may you live long and your family lives healthy.”
And with that, Krkx no longer needed to go to Grrkt for learning, but the two had a bond, and every day he would still go visit his master- if only just to share a meal together. Life took on a new type of peace now. Now using his time he had learning, Krkx began to teach his clutchlings as much as he could, sitting down the whole lot of them at once. These years passed so quickly for Krkx, his children soon entering their schooling, and before he knew it, beginning to court other Tarc within the village.
Before he could even twitch his antennae, another 50 years had passed, and his children had moved from the pool into ones of their own. During the days, Krkx would spend time with Xrrry and go visit his children at their homes, very pleased at his first clutch of grandchildren. But during the night he would go to the Shoresfor a joy ride, occasionally even taking it out of the atmosphere. It was up here that he would just sit in orbit around the planet, its patchy tan surface looking surprisingly uninhabitable. He assumed this is why no one seemed to bother Hjaff. Little did the Tarc know however, that greedy, heartless eyes were turned at the peaceful little world…
Call to Claws
150-180
It happened so fast, the village of Krk’kux didn’t even see it coming. A small patrol craft flew over it, and hundreds of small orbs rained down on it. With a flurry of booms and shockwaves, the sonic grenades went off, paralyzing any nearby Tarc. Luckily, Krkx and his wife weren’t within the blast range- but this was unlucky for the group of men that landed in the center of the village. They began to drag any paralyzed Tarc into the ship, binding them with large metal gauntlets and chains.
It wasn’t long before Krkx and several other Tarc made the scene, the enraged crustaceans wasted no time at all. With a series of bellows and clicks they charged. The attackers didn’t expect the ferocity of them, it wasn’t long at all before they were clambering back aboard their ship, even dumping the Tarc they captured for more speed. What they didn’t see, was a single large blue Tarc running away from combat. But he wasn’t fleeing the fight- he was getting to his ship. As the attackers took off, they didn’t see the single freighter heading right at them. Loading a couple proton torpedoes into their tubes, Krkx waited till they were well away from the village when he unleashed the pair. He pumped a fist in victory as the patrol craft exploded, quickly turning around and returning to the village. He was met with praise, having chased off and destroyed the attackers- except by one person.
Grrkt took Krkx aside and explained to him who those people were. Falcon Company was a little known, but very vicious group of slavers that operated off a station in the next system. That patrol craft couldn’t have flown there alone- lacking hyperspace capabilities. That meant one thing- Falcon Company will be back, and in greater numbers. Grrkt then explained that a Tarc slave was worth thousands of Republic credits apiece, and that these heartless people would do almost anything for a chunk of that change. Krkx knew right away what they should do- and to his surprise, Grrky agreed. And so the pair went around the village and collected all the stronger Tarc they could find, forming a militia and then contacting the Tarc Naval Command. And so with the TNC as well as the Krk’kut militia ready for battle, they awaited the strike.
It hit harder than expected, instead of using any large ships, the Falcon Company sent many smaller vessels that flew right past the TNC warships, knowing that the Tarc wouldn’t fire towards their own planet. The dropships landed, and no mere rabble of slavers leaped out- but what appeared to be a well trained private army.
Grrkt wasn’t joking about these guys, they were well equipped, and well trained by the looks of it. The Tarc really didn’t possess much in the ways of ranged weaponry, the species preferring hand to hand combat over the somewhat useless blasters (on their shells that is). But hopefully the Tarc could get close enough to deliver one hell of a blow against them. And so they charged- some Tarc dashing on their bottom four limbs for more speed- blaster fire rang out from Falcon Company, but luckily it just bounced off the Tarc’s durable shells. A few of the smarter Falcon’s used grenades and sonic weaponry- the only two things that could actually do any damage to them. The battle was quick but fierce, Falcon Company once more retreating into their ships and leaving, the TNC picking off some ships as they got above the cruisers. In the aftermath, the Tarc took stock of everything. More Falcon’s were killed than Tarc to their relief- but among the deceased was none other than their chief- Grrkt.
Krkx was shocked by this, his long time mentor and friend always seemed invincible to him, and to see his body so lifeless threw him off. But there was no time to grieve, he knew what this moment meant. Krkx was then declared the next Chief of Krk’kut, and was in charge of its safety. And so a new stage began in his life, and Krkx was prepared to answer it. During the calm after the first battle, the Falcon’s set up a base with a large shield around it- so that the TNC couldn’t bomb them from above. Luckily though, this shield was not crustacean proof. Though the Tarc would try to raid this camp every now and then, it was to no avail since the Falcon’s had set up a series of sonic mines all around the compound. And so, the attacks were on the Falcon’s call- something Krkx was less than enthused about.
And so the Falcon Company’s raids hit at least once a week, the Tarc able to keep them off for the most part, though sometimes the enemy would simply just attack and not try to capture anyone. These attacks were the ones that angered Krkx the most, such senseless violence was so pointless to the Tarc. But he began to formulate a plan- something that the Tarc could have over Falcon Company. And so one night Krkx and his militia went out towards the direction of the enemy’s base, and dug themselves into the sand so only their antennae stuck out- all they needed to sense their foes. The attack was far more brutal than even Krkx had planned, but definitely worked. As soon as Falcon Company began moving towards the village, the Tarc waited, and just as they began to pass overhead, the massive crustaceans burst from the sand, claws flying and shredding anything nearby- leaving a mass of bloody sand and severed limbs. This attack scared away Falcon Company for two weeks, giving the Tarc much needed time to heal and plan.
But even that two week break still wasn’t enough, the Falcon’s kept attacking, and each time the village got a little more destroyed, and a couple more villagers would be taken. After nearly thirty years, Krkx realized this had to end- and quickly. There were no obvious weaknesses to the compound Falcon Company had set up- but one thing was obvious- if they could take out the shield, the Tarc Naval Command could shred them apart in seconds. And so Krkx took only two other Tarc from his village that he trusted and they snuck under the sand towards the compound. The Tarc snuck right under Falcon Company’s shield, and slowly made their way towards the generator at the center of the compound.
After setting some charges right under the generator, the three Tarc quickly made their way back to the village, messaging the Tarc Naval Command for the attack. The fireworks were brilliant, the second the shield was down, hellfire rained down on the attackers- decimating their compound. A few ships escaped- but all the capitol ships were wiped out- exactly what the Tarc wanted. That night the Tarc celebrated their victory- with the help of the TNC and planning of their chieftain Krkx, the peaceful Tarc could once more get back to their simple life. Krkx just hoped that those few ships that managed to escape wouldn’t come back with reinforcements. But then again, the sheer length and ultimate defeat that Talon Company faced made Krkx feel that this was the last they’d see of them…
A Time of Peace
180-200
And Krkx seemed to be right. Years passed, and the desert soon took back the Falcon Company compound, and the “Slaver War” was in their past. Krkx was held in high regard by other Tarc villages for his valor and ability to preserve his village by any means necessary. His kids continued to prosper, several clutches of grandchildren soon following after the war. Krkx visited his families almost every day along with his wife, Xrrry. As some of his grandchildren got older, Krkx began teaching them the very things his master taught him- at least in the ways of Tarc combat- for he knew that just because slavers might not return in his lifetime, didn’t mean that they wouldn’t come back one day.
Krkx’ life was very simple now- for the first time in many years, and he simply loved it. He led the effort to rebuild the village from the war, it taking nearly ten years alone just to do that, but it wasn’t for lack of effort. They even set up a memorial in the center of the village with a full list of all who deceased in it- a sort of reminder of what war could bring. Xrrry and Krkx didn’t end up having any more children though, the pair thinking that their large clutch was more than enough for them. Krkx began to spend time on the Shores once more, the old girl not seeing a tune up in far too long. He even began to teach some of his grandchildren how to fly- taking them on rides and letting them pilot it every now and then.
The Tarc simply loved this new peaceful time he was in, simply pleased with how calm everything was. His grandchildren flourished, and a few even started families of their own. The Tarc was now a great grandfather- something he hadn’t quite ever expected to be. But nonetheless, he loved the newest clutchlings as if they were his own. When their parents were away, Krkx would come by and spend time with the newborns, playing and talking with them all day. This was by far his favorite thing to do, the clutchlings simply enrapturing him. Life was nothing less than bliss, and every day Krkx was grateful that his family had not been injured in the war. Years passed, and the Tarc was now at the impressive age of two hundred- nearly 2/3 through an average Tarc’s lifetime- and he was aware of this. Probably the reason why he was so family oriented these days- but then again, not like he wasn’t ever a family man. But as time passed, his guard began to go down- a move that he would regret for the rest of his time.
Failure at Last
200-203
One thing Krkx didn’t count on in the twenty years of peace his village was in was something as simple as revenge. Little did he realize was that the last ten years, a certain group from Falcon Company had been planning another raid- but this time a more focused one. One cold, quiet night while Krkx and the rest of the village were sleeping, Falcon Company completely covered the village with sonic weaponry, literally paralyzing the village’s entire people. The Falcon’s had specific targets- Tarc they especially wanted to get their hands on- one’s who helped with that very embarrassing defeat twenty years ago. Krkx was among those that were taken, to his extreme dismay. He watched paralyzed as his kidnappers dragged him away from everything he loved and knew- the first time he truly left planet, and had a feeling it would be the last time he saw Hjaff in general. Adding onto his dismay, he saw that they had sent a salvage ship to grab his beloved Shores- the only ship in Krk’kut village.
And so Krkx and eight other Tarc were taken that night, transported to a space station known as The Nest- where Falcon Company operated out of. In this station, Krkx was processed by the slavers, a barcode etched into the left side of his exoskeleton’s skull, and he was completely deloused and tossed into a holding cell alone for weeks with barely any food and almost no water. After the initial solitary confinement, Krkx was kept in a very small, very cramped room with now only 7 other Tarc- the youngest among them not making it pass the solitary confinement. This enraged Krkx more than anything- it was one thing for the Falcon’s to capture young Tarc, it was another to maliciously and sadistically kill one. Life like this continued for a time, all eight Tarc were held in a cell barely big enough for them, and each day, the slavers would throw a scrap of food for them to share, and they only had the water that dripped into the cell to drink. Sometimes Krkx would go days without either food or water- anything to aid the young Tarc that accompanied them. It broke his heart to see them wither, and it wasn’t long before he could sense death within the cell.
Losing Hope
Present Day
Three years have passed since Krkx’ arrival to The Nest, another of his fellow Tarc had passed away, leaving only seven of them. And not long after that, a couple more deceased. After the third of his people died, Krkx tried to escape, but it was futile, the slavers soon taking him down after killing one of their leaders (see rp sample). Now once more crammed into the cell with almost no food or water, Krkx began to lose hope after all this time, hoping that something would help them… anything…
Password: Vornskr
RP Sample:
Dank, musty air wafted all around, the smell of sea salt and rot looming. In a small dark room were crammed several large crustaceans, their mouth spikes occasionally clicking as they sat bound. The largest of them all looked around, his antennae waving quizzically as he did. They need to come get us eventually… thought him, his eyes searching for any sign of light. Not a second after he thought this, the sound of escaping air sounded right next to him, and the door into the room slowly began to slide open. A few of the crustaceans began clicking excitedly- probably hoping to escape. But this one knew better, his two hundred years of experience allowing him to know better, but these hatchlings were still young, barely in their forties. He turned to them roughly and growled and clicked rapidly, telling them to shut it and be at the ready.
As soon as the door open the large one saw his captors. A Rodian seemed to be their leader, his bug eyes peering into the cage.
“It seems a couple of them died in transit, Srost, you promised me seven Tarc- unharmed.” Said the Rodian as he turned to a Trandoshan. The Trandoshan snarled in annoyance and stormed to the large one and slapped his shelled chest. He snarled some words in his native language which a translator droid wrapped around his arm translated.
“This one more than makes up for the dead ones, look at him! A one of the kind find! He is a head taller than his fellow Tarc, and a rare color! He would fetch thousands of credits in a zoo or as a trophy!”
The Rodian nodded and stroked his mouth in thought before motioning to a Gammorean. The pig man tossed the Trandoshan a datapad in response, obviously to transfer credits. Finally having enough of this escapade, the large one began to flex, pulling at the metal gauntlets that bound his four arms. With a metal squeal the gauntlets broke apart, and he wasted no time. One massive claw went to the Rodian and the other went to the Trandoshan, lifting them off their feet by their neck. He exclaimed into a series of clicks and harsh gestures with his hands, translating to:
“You shallows wading specs of scum, I’ll rip you all limb from limb!”
And so he did. Throwing the Rodian aside, the large one used his now free claw to snag the Rodian’s leg, and swiftly pull it out of its socket with a wet popping sound. Without hesitation the massive crustacean grabbed the other leg, and gave it the same treatment. Just as he was about to deliver the killing blow a round of high pitched squeals sounded, and he began to thrash and threw the Rodian. He collapsed to the floor writhing, catching sight of his attackers. Several Weequay with sonic rifles had taken him down- a Tarc’s weakness. Grunting and clicking angrily, he watched as some of them walked into his cell and began to drag out the three dead Tarc- each one barely in their teens by Tarc standards. His heart felt like it was torn asunder as he watched, as these Tarc were his own children’s age. His antennae drooped low and he tried to turn away from the spectacle, but his paralysis from the sonic weaponry forced him to watch.
As the dead were removed, the Weequay began binding him once more, doubling up his gauntlets to make sure he wouldn’t escape again. It took ten men total to drag him back into his cell, leaving on the ground. One of the Weequay tossed a handful of bread into the cell and said
“There you go crab- that should cover you lot for the day!”
The Weequay all laughed heartily at this, one of them kicking the large one in the face with his combat boot before shutting the door once more. After it closed one of the Tarc helped him up.
“It’s OK Krkx- we can share.”
He said as he bent down to pick up the bread. Krkx- the large one- waved his antennae right then left- the Tarc expression for no.
“You spread it among yourself young ones, I can manage.”
Krkx replied. The young Tarc looked down, their antennae drooping. This was the third day in a row the elder of the group had said that exact thing. But as he was older, it was his duty to make sure the young got what they needed, no matter how small it was.
**We're thinking of giving him some sort of nickname- so far the list is:
Shrimpy
Kix
Anything you all might have, just post it here, since Kxkrru'krkx is kinda a mouthfull XD
Reason for Edit: Had to put the nickname bit in.
