Post by Day on Aug 23, 2017 19:14:21 GMT -5
Not dessert: O
ok this is a jump in desert rp. um i kinda explain that there is poverty stricken areas and rich areas that are being 'kept safe' by DP (dune protectors) there was a radioactive explosion ruining the planets in the dune galaxy. my lady june (wow her name rhymes howunoriginal) is on one of the poorer planets looking for silver to trade, (which is illegal as one should only make profit through sales idk yet lol) she is currently being stalked by DPs.
the galaxy that got the explosion is dune galaxy. there are many regions. but they are usually just called rich or poor regions. i have not thought everything through.
okay hopefully that made sense. but if theres questions, pls ask.
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ok this is a jump in desert rp. um i kinda explain that there is poverty stricken areas and rich areas that are being 'kept safe' by DP (dune protectors) there was a radioactive explosion ruining the planets in the dune galaxy. my lady june (wow her name rhymes how
the galaxy that got the explosion is dune galaxy. there are many regions. but they are usually just called rich or poor regions. i have not thought everything through.
okay hopefully that made sense. but if theres questions, pls ask.
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“It was hot. Like, really, hot.” The story had begun.
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This beginning came as no surprise, as every planet in the Dune galaxy was now just rock and sand after the great demise, resulting in a prolonged and never-ending heat. The great demise being a massive radioactive war that had wiped out most of civilizations in the surrounding area, along with all-natural, resources and whatever leads to clean energy that had been started. It was an unexpected accident when some governmental facilities had been toying a bit too much with light energy, one of the newest and cleanest forms of energy discovered. Unknowingly, they had created a massive, explosive, leading unfortunately to a fatal end for many planets in the Dune galaxy. With only a few groups still surviving, they had fallen back to an unfortunate dependency on oil and atmosphere destroying means, to have functioning technology. As the populations produced more pollution, trying to get back on their feet after the great demise, they had unknowingly created a more catastrophic environment for living.
So, rock, sand, and heat it was.
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“Right, so as I was saying, VERY hot. Not only that…” there was a pause, June had readjusted her crossed legs to a wider, more casual spread before continuing, “not only was the heat unbearable,” another pause, this time resulting in many tiny voices of complaints and exasperated sighs in annoyance, for her to keep going. She was surrounded by a group of young kids who had all seemed very interested by how she had ended up in their village, alive. As they had put it, she looked extremely dirty and smelly and, well, they wanted to know why.
“Alright, alright.” She put her hands up in an apologetic manner and finally decided to continue, much to the content of the young audience. “The heat wasn’t the only thing draining me, neither was the lack of water, it was, the fact that I was being followed, that had put me on edge.” As she said edge, she scooted her butt up to the edge of the rock she was sitting on, to once again grab the kid’s attention. “You see, I didn’t end up here by accident kiddos, I was sent here.” June stated matter of factly, as she noticed the kids didn’t seem to believe her qualifications of getting from point a to point b.
“Who sent you here?” one of the kids chirped out distastefully. June did not seem bothered by his attitude, or simply didn’t understand the bitterness behind the young one’s voice, and she simply responded with: “DP troops.”
As the words left her mouth, a silence fell over the children. Obviously, they were all dumbfounded on how she escaped an attack, or rather an ambush, from DP troops. “Now, I’m gonna continue my story.” This was a statement, not an invitation. She received many small nods from the kids as they awaited her explanation.
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With tensions so high in each village, city etc., there needed to be some form of safety reinforcement created to keep the people safe. Or, organized in some ways. It seemed like a good idea at the time, as there were many criminal organizations being formed, as the poor began to get killed off as they had no oil sources of any other resources for trade, they resulted in large crime acts. Thus, a group of people in the Dune galaxy decided to create an army force called the DP. Dune Protectors. They were highly trained soldiers that were used to keep towns safe from burglaries, murders, crimes in general. They covered small thieving activities, even the black market. As they grew in power, so did the richer regions in the Dune galaxy, who profited from the smaller regions being arrested or murdered, one by one. Nowadays, small trade groups that could be considered illegal, or pirates, were constantly being hunted and tracked, to maintain “safety, and cleanse the region for future catastrophe”. Many know the troops as the good guys, in the wealthier regions. As for the poor stricken areas, they were bullies and ruthless killers.
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“So, I was on a very important mission to get here,” she moved her hands around, indicating the town surrounding them, looking quite animated as she did so. “The reason being, your town is quite well known for it’s silver production...” her voice lowered , as she trailed off from her own words. Then, a thought.
Sh*t. Silver. What the hell am I doing talking to these kids, I made it past those troops only to get distracted. Classic.
Swallowing her pride, June quickly stood up and stated, to the dismay of the children, “I gotta run buds, I’ll be back to tell you the rest, okay?” as she was speaking, she shook off, then pulled on each arm through her sand colored jacket that had been on the rock beside her. Carefully, June tied her tinted goggles around her head, double knotting them at the back because: safety. Finally, she snagged her head scarf and wrapped it up over her brown locks and began walking through the children, trying not to step on fingers as she went. Once her scarf was secure, June felt her hips for her knives, they were better than nothing – as they had recently proved themselves during her journey here.
Now, onto her mission as she called it earlier. Silver, silver, where are you being sold… June put her hands in her jacket’s pockets as she walked. She was making her way to the business area of town, whistling as she did so, occasionally kicking up loose sand. Why are these places never out in the open? She was too busy complaining to herself to notice a small shack to her left, bluntly stating:
SILVER SOLD HERE.
SILVER SOLD HERE.
Sighing to herself and missing the sign completely, June decided to head into an underground bar to…ease her thoughts, maybe after a few drinks she would have an easier time finding her silver. She walked down the sand covered stairs and pushed through the red and orange beads hanging at the doorway. Inside, was, as she assumed: an oasis.
I’ll just have a few drinks.
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