Today.. The young A'Zaat would slay his first Krayt Dragon to pass as a young adult. He excitedly looked for information on the different breeds of Krayt Dragons. He was surprised by the amount. After he was finished he proceeded to leave his family hut and walk around the tribe, getting a feel for everything.. He never understood why his people never tried achieving interstellar travel, or honouring their ancestors. As he was thinking about this, time slowly past, until it finally became dark enough for him to return home.

He proceeded to walk home, and went to bed as soon as possible due to him being too tired.

He woke up, and looked at his surroundings. Breathing in the air.

He chuckled at something he just thought of, "They think of us as savages.. If they only knew." He went to his father, and was preparing for the battle, but first, he needed to get his spear.

It was laying at the table, awaiting him picking it up and doing battle.

He was excited, but also scared, he's scared of failing, he was scared of never making it home, or becoming a slave to the disgusting Hutts. But he was also excited, in proving his strength, in one day going after the tribal leader sport. He was going to be something, and he knew it.

He picked up the spear, and went on to the gate, everyone where minding their own business as if this was a usual thing, not that it wasn't. He left the village, and went into the hot and harsh desert. He was deciding on whether he should be going West or East. He decided on going West. The desert was truly unforgiving, the heat was the least of the problems.. He kept encountering those damn mercenaries. He'd fail at this rate, so he improvised by going east.

Time went on as A'zaat was walking in the scorching desert looking for a lone Krayt Dragon.. But luckily, one such target had appeared. He proceeded to walk as quietly as possible, and took a firmer grip on his spear.. He was looking at this target. A medium sized Krayt Dragon, would definitely be a hard enemy, but not a hard one. The fate seekers of the village congratulated him once, telling him he had potential to become a fate seeker himself, but he declined, telling them that he was a warrior like figure. They understood and dropped the issue. He would now have to put all his cards on the Table, he tried establishing a link with the beast, to get it towards him. Surprisingly, it worked.

The foul beast moved towards him in full speed, he was preparing to dodge whenever he saw fit, as the beast was closing in, time seemingly slowed down. He slowly moved forward, and proceeded to take a quick left as he noticed the creature getting too close, as he was dodging it, he brought up his spear, preparing to pierce it's neck, however fate couldn't be giving so much without anything in return.. The beast had hit him, he flew backwards, coughing blood through his headwear, his head wear now bloody in the front. But it did not matter, he had to do this, or he might as well die. He charged at the beast, and hit it at it's weakest, it's eyes, he pierced it's left eye, and went on to pierce it's right one. As he did that, he blinded his foe, and then slowly circled the beast in order to confuse it.

As the beast got confused, he jumped, aiming his spear towards the beasts neck. A few seconds later, A'zaat would be sitting on the corpse of a mighty foe. A'zaat was wondering on how he'd get it back to his home. The blood would no doubtedly attract dangerous predators. As he had no choice in this matter, he proceeded to drag this beast. And good grief was this thing heavy!

He went on to drag this beast until he finally made it halfway. He felt that it was strange.. Strangers were near, he dropped the body, and hid himself beneath the sand. Awaiting his captives, this would truly give him a higher status among the tribesmen.

After an hour or so the strangers arrived, and with them, his glory.

There were three of them, only one of the had a blaster. 'Foolish' A'zaat had thought.

They noticed the docile Krayt dragon, and went towards it. As they got closer and closer, time slowed with them, getting slower and slower, and as they finally reached it, A'zaat would raise himself from the ground like a zombie, he proceeded with grabbing the one with the blaster, and pushed him to the ground, he took fourth his spear, and proceeded to pierce the mans head, penetrating his skull, and finally reaching the soft brain. A'zaat double taped just to be sure.

A'Zaat swiftly dealt with the other two weaklings, and quickly searched their belongings, quickly noticing that they had nothing except for some small rectangles engraved with some writing he had been unable to recognize.

A'zaat proceeded to walk home. Finally reaching his destination the day afterwards. He went to the entrance of the village, showing the body he was dragging, getting entrance inside. As he went inside, he noticed that onlookers were looking at him with admiration and respect. He was happy, he got recognized, this would undoubtedly be nothing short of luck! He dragged the body until he finally reached his home. Dragging the beast in with him. He noticed his father sitting, as if he was awaiting him..

"I knew you could do it." His father proudly said whilst moving his arm to his shoulder giving him a pat on the back. "I.. I made it.." He'd managed to say. His father said no more, only telling him to make a mask of the beasts skull, and that they'd be feasting for the night. For tonight he would be recognized as a adult.

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