Just Deserts  (Vala and Ket
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				Title: <strong>Just Deserts  (Vala and Ket</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valamarth</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 02:05:08</strong>
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				Jake had gotten lost...the sun was high and one dune looked like the next.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plus his water was running low.&nbsp; <br>Leaving the legion had seemed like a good idea at the time.&nbsp; He had done his duty, it was 1905, his term was up.<br>And he got to keep a new nationality and some incredible weaponry.<br><br>"leave if you want to."&nbsp; They said.<br>"No one will follow." They said.<br><br>Of course, why would anyone follow into the desert?&nbsp; Why did he go into the desert?&nbsp; He guessed the old adage, 'one road is good as another', had been disproved.<br><br>His desert horse mounted the dune.&nbsp; Ahead was a stirring spectacle.&nbsp; <br><br>Two bands of nomads had drawn up in battle lines.&nbsp; A third and larger group was approaching...Only, that group were desert slavers.&nbsp; <br><br>The two bands were not there to fight each other...at least not now.&nbsp; They were facing a common enemy...<br><br>Well dammit, he was American, and he hated slavers too. <br><br>He got off the horse and tethered it.&nbsp; Then set up the BAR.&nbsp; Thank you Mister Browning for your wonderful invention!<br><br>He loaded the clip, and sighted at the wall of slavers approaching down the opposite dune.&nbsp; <br><br>What he was doing was not fair to them...they didn't deserve fair.<br><br>He began a fast rotation as he fired; hitting perhaps every second or third of them.&nbsp; But the 45 caliber bullets, aimed at high chest height, continued onward.&nbsp; the second rank were pierced through the center abdomen, the third row through the groin and thighs.<br><br>In 15 seconds, over seventy of perhaps 200 slavers were on the ground, dead or wounded.<br><br>He reloaded, and began firing again.&nbsp; <br><br>It was two much.&nbsp; Their broken lines could not hold and they began a frantic retreat.<br><br>This was answered by the shorter range weapons of the two waiting tribes, who awoke from their stunned inactivity.<br><br>When all was done, there were only dead, dying and wounded slavers on the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Not a single nomad was dead.&nbsp; <br><br>He quenched the barrel in the relative coolness of the hot sand, then took his horse's reins and slowly descended the dune.<br><br>People from both tribes bowed and urged him to enter their tents, according them the honor of hosting him, but he knew of their ways.&nbsp; <br><br>He rode to the center of the meeting place and tossed his reins to a young boy.<br><br>Dismounting,he strode up to the two men who must be the leaders.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>He doffed his hat, and lightly bowed, then spoke in the trade tongue, "at your service.&nbsp; The enemy is gone.&nbsp; Who wishes to be my closest friend?"&nbsp; <br>He had to look up at them.&nbsp; At 5'9", he was much shorter than either.<br><br><br>The two men looked at each other, then at him.&nbsp; <br><br>The younger, a middle aged man of amazing width, and bright red silks under his sand colored robes, bowed and said. "Such a victory must be celebrated.&nbsp; I invite you, man of amazing weapons, and my Cousin's Uncle,&nbsp; Sidi Al Nasir, into my tent for refreshment."<br><br>Jake nodded and let himself be ushered in.<br>The coffee was good.<br>The dates were better.&nbsp; The honeyed cakes divine.&nbsp; He knew that having dined, they were at peace for three days.<br><br>His host, Kofi Al Jafar, said, "Now, El Jake, let us step out to speak of important matters."<br><br>As they stood out in the shade of the tent <br><br>Kofi spoke first.<br>"I give you my sword, 600 camels, and my beautiful niece, Gamara.&nbsp; You will give us your weapons and teach us to use them."&nbsp; Quietly, Jake bristled at being assumed that he could be bought out.<br><br>A thin, jet-skinned girl with flawless face, dressed light robes that left little to the imagination, stepped forward.<br>"I, Gamara, shall be your wife.&nbsp; Each day, you will wake to my great beauty, and to my touch upon your manhood!&nbsp; Take me and let us go to my uncle's tent.&nbsp; For the day will soon be too hot for love!"<br><br>The elder man had waited patiently.&nbsp; He was dressed in reserved black and white robes.&nbsp; He was thin as the desert adder is thin, and his skin was as leathery.&nbsp; &nbsp;A well worn saber hung at his side.&nbsp; As Jake turned to him, he spoke softly.&nbsp; "I have not such riches in camels...&nbsp; I offer you a place at my side, my loyal friendship, half of all I own, and the hand in marriage of my eldest daughter.&nbsp; All I ask in return is your&nbsp; word of peace and an opportunity to examine mutually beneficial options."<br>A tall girl. swathed in robes. stepped forward.&nbsp; <br>The loose clothing could not hide her large curves, wide-hipped and heavily bosomed, her tummy curving out slightly.&nbsp; She gave a demur bow.<br><br>Jake caught his breath.&nbsp; She was so unlike the American girls of his time.&nbsp; They only wished to be flat as a board.&nbsp; Her piercing eyes, so dark compared to his blue ones.&nbsp; He had not seen her face, but he knew she had poise, and was the kind of girl who would not embarass him.&nbsp; One who valued loyalty.&nbsp; How he would love to be lost under all those curves.&nbsp; She seemed more submissive than the feisty thin girl.<br><br>"I am Jake Allen.&nbsp; Tell me your name girl.&nbsp; And is it your will to be my wife?"<br><br>He was astounded when she answered him in a lilting British English.
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