Bajazet pounded the ground hard and fast with the butt of her walking stick.
The caravan had been traveling for twelve nights, and of all the things she had seen, sand was involved. Sandy meals as high winds blew across the desert, eaten by sandy, restless people. The collective was pulled along by their sandy, irritated cattle who brayed their disappointment through every long mile. There was sand everywhere, in and on everything, and none of what she had done as precaution seemed to help. Blinking more of the obnoxious substance from her dark hues, the sun was coming to set. The walkers were those who patrolled the caravan on foot, scouting a few hundred meters ahead in case there may have been sightings of unknown travelers. Only took one asshole with a gun to freak out the common folks in their midst. The merchants and scroungers who sold their wares from the wagons they rode in were kind people, quiet sorts, and Bajazet knew they deserved to be left in peace.
Most people disagreed.
Again, the stick jerked against the ground in a repeated motion, spelling out a short message to those in her scanning party. Barefooted toes and heels would catch the shifts of the sands and return the message with one of their own. This system had existed since before the wars and would outlive any family in their group of Isihambi.
/Something in the distance-/ Bajazet pounded with her stick.
//Many-?//
/No- Few- One-/
///Tell caravan///
/Stay- watch-/
Making a barefoot about-face, Bajazet trekked back to where the sounds were greater, wagons all pulling towards the direction she had just come from. Waving the hand with the stick in the air, she motioned for them to stop. Of course, the person to drop down from their driving bench was the leader, though his weathered face seemed sourer than anticipated. "What is the meaning of this?" His tone seemed accusatory, but the woman ignored it. He was always blunt, rough around the edges, and increasingly hateful towards her kind. Woman-kind.
"There is someone in the distance." Her voice was deep and rich like the clay of the earth. "I was told to tell you."
"So we're stopping for one person? Just one?"
"Yes."
The old man guffawed and removed his hat, his other hand mopping the sweat from his stringy hairline. "You are some paranoid sorts- Just get back to watching the front! I haven' got time to waste on you lot being spooked by anything that moves. Probably a Dreg or somethin’." Bajazet didn't reply to being brushed off, but if asked honestly, she would have said this reaction was the norm. In time, when a bandit cut his throat and stole his tobacco and hemp supplies, he would wish he had listened.
This time, however, Bajazet ran with her layers of cotton wrap and linen flowing behind her. Actively trying to get closer to the stranger, the woman was extra cautious as she increasing distance between herself and her comrades in the caravan. All it took was a bullet to end her life - but using a bullet on a mostly unarmed woman seemed wasteful.
Now close enough to shout to the wanderer, the distant silhouettes of the other walkers were barely seen in the dim of dusk. As the setting sun vanished behind the dunes of the horizon, the landscape became more than just heat and sand. This was when bandits and Dregs were most active, likely waiting to catch a person with their guard down. Bajazet didn't want to become an example of this, but it was best to know what this person was doing so far out. If they were truly alone, it was common courtesy to offer them assistance even if it was just a point in the right direction.
"Are you alright?" She asked loudly, the wind hopefully carrying the questions. "Injured?"
For a long moment, Bajazet was worried she may have to sound the alarm. The other walkers wouldn’t appreciate being left out of the conversation, even if it was one-sided.
Then the figure spoke, long syllables drawling cheerily on the wind.
“Zet, it’s me. Fancy that luck!”
A tinge of annoyance captured Bajazet’s dark features as she hissed back, “You scared me! What do you think you are doing out this way?”
“Same as you lot but with less protection.” Stepping closer through the veil of nightfall, Kade Samson shrugged her shoulders, both as a sign of indifference and as a means to keep her pack from sliding off. It looked heavy. “Think they’ll let me tag along?”
Sighing so heavily, she might as well have sneezed, the taller of the two women cocked a thumb back toward the caravan. “Yes, Kade. This time.”
“This time?”
“Yes, this time! How long were you following us?” Gaze narrowing, she could feel the vibrations in the sand but ignored them for the time being. “Since Camden?”
“Eh… More like Luca Vista,” Kade remarked with a sheepish grin, caught. “Surprised I didn’t get caught sooner.”
“Surprised?” Bajazet managed to scoff. “That makes two of us.”
—
She knew the Dust; that much was true.
Knew it better than the Hub or Metropolis in the northeast or Oasis along the southern coastal cliffs. Without a single scar accredited to any of the megacities, Kade considered it tame living. For the docile, hardly better than indentured servants, this was somewhere they could hide their heads in the sand and chant pre-approved hymnals in thanks. They had survived the collapse of the world as it once was. Gold star for them. From the outside looking in, there would always be whispers of envy. Caravaneers saving their stock for an invitation undoubtedly lost in the desert, or whores preening their children to take up the mantle of attractive meat on the off-chance a megacity citizen might travel as far as their usual cantina. Kade's mother had been a smart woman - smarter than Kade would ever claim to be - and she decided her brood would do best in an encampment a day's travel outside of Oasis. Traders, scrappers, nomads at heart - they made it work.
Staring down at the writing, her brows knit tightly, threatening to touch one another at their closest points if her scrunching face didn't return to normal. "What's this word?"
Bajazet Taruj, frowning, asked in response, "This is your language, isn't it? Sound it out."
Lord, she felt like a child next to her companion. Both women stood about even at the shoulder, but where Kade was tan and blonde with freckles decorating most of her exposed skin, Bajazet was dark as night and virtually hairless. Kade thought her a work of art, though she could do with less of the lip and more in the way of reading help. "Pr-r-r-eeee-ar-it-or-itti," she mumbled, already feeling self-conscious of her efforts. Glancing at Bajazet's expression, she gathered she was off her mark. "Well, shit-" she practically spat, the hand holding the letter now waving wildly as the exasperated femme continued with, "I asked fer your help, Zet, and you won't fuckin' help me! Just read it for me- please, alright? Please!?"
As a member of the Isihambi tribe who traveled the wastes, Bajazet was fluent in several languages. It wasn't necessarily a prerequisite for being of the tribe, but it helped if one intended to get work. Most of the Isihambi was hired on to caravans as trailblazers and guides, and thanks to a language they had crafted with their walking sticks, they could communicate over distances. A series of thumps would vibrate across the sands and Isihambi, who only traveled barefoot, felt the vibrations. Kade didn't understand it. Honestly, so far outside of the fold of the tribe, how could she? Her friend often spoke few words, gave sage advice, and would drink her under the table. As far as work went, it wasn't a topic of interest at the cantina.
Might've been why Bajazet wasn't terribly interested in reading this letter Kade had received. Still, with enough complaints, she budged. "Give it to me." Hand out, palm up, she waited for Kade to pass it over so she could take a crack at it. Her delivery was far smoother.
"To one Ms. Kade Samson,
Your work in the world outside of the Hub, colloquially known as the Dust, has brought you to our attention. We have a PRIORITY mission that requires your assistance. We ask that you take a one Mr. Anjre Hemmings on a field expedition to find a missing person, a one Mr. Ephraim Hoyt. You are to be a guide to Mr. Hemmings because you are familiar with the land, and if your reputation is at all accurate, you know how to travel safely and quickly. These are important assets for this mission. Your speedy response is also required. Whether you accept or deny our request, please inform the courier who has been charged with getting you this message - they will personally deliver us your reply.
Signed,
United Processing Internal Affairs Spokesman,
H. Chavez"
As she finished, Bajazet glanced wearily toward the entrance of the establishment. "How long has that carrier been here waiting on you to reply?"
"Like two days," Kade replied between sips of her drink. Moonshine as grainy as the bottom of her boots. She had sand stuck in her teeth as she continued with, "But I didn' want to go until I spoke to you, an' you were with those pickled beets sellers for fuckin' forever- which is fine. Luca Vista ain’t that far to trek from, right? Left him there initially but he’s a persistent twat. Anyway, jobs a job. I get it. Still wanna know what you think of this particular job because I really outta let that boy know if he's gotta go back empty-handed." Settling her glass on the table, the wooden legs wobbled precariously under the new weight.
"What I think? I think it's worth more to them than that letter will tell you." Almond eyes remained focused elsewhere, likely on the courier left awkwardly exposed to the mid-afternoon sun. "I think they want you to get this missing person because they're valuable. Why else track down someone? Wealthy people don't part with their wealth unless it's very important."
Dragging her palm along the underside of her throat, Kade considered this. Having never been wealthy, she didn't really know why the rich were so stingy, but she gathered it had to do with staying rich. The less they spent, the more they had. A dragon, hoarding gold and riches, dangerous if anyone came between them and what they owned. "Reckon you're right. Gonna have to say yes."
"Be careful. Whoever this Anjre person is, they're the eyes who will be watching you. Just don't get lax on the job. The last thing you want is to find their missing person and end up with a knife in the back so they have zero loose ends." Returning the letter to Kade, Bajazet shrugged lithe shoulders beneath her patterned kurta, seeming apprehensive. "Whatever towns you pass through, speak to the Isihambi there. Tell them who you are and that you need to get a message to me. Just that much will be enough, alright? I'll know you're alive and you will know that someone will come for you if things go wrong."
"Don't go gettin' sentimental on me," Kade drained the last of her liquor and shook her head, blond locks lashing at her cheeks as the chill ran down her spine. "Ergh- Fuck! Besides, you know evil is an honest callin'. Maybe I'm the one they gotta worry about- maybe I'll pull my gun, an'-"
"Right out of those Westerns your mother used to tell us, yes? Save your bullets for the worthy."
Kade practically beamed as she took a stand to finally reply to the courier. "Also one of ma's favorite sayings! 'Save your bullets for the worthy and make sure God knows you're on his side'!"
[Keep forgetting to put blurbs here. Sorta feeling guilty about it, too.]
The caravan had been traveling for twelve nights, and of all the things she had seen, sand was involved. Sandy meals as high winds blew across the desert, eaten by sandy, restless people. The collective was pulled along by their sandy, irritated cattle who brayed their disappointment through every long mile. There was sand everywhere, in and on everything, and none of what she had done as precaution seemed to help. Blinking more of the obnoxious substance from her dark hues, the sun was coming to set. The walkers were those who patrolled the caravan on foot, scouting a few hundred meters ahead in case there may have been sightings of unknown travelers. Only took one asshole with a gun to freak out the common folks in their midst. The merchants and scroungers who sold their wares from the wagons they rode in were kind people, quiet sorts, and Bajazet knew they deserved to be left in peace.
Most people disagreed.
Again, the stick jerked against the ground in a repeated motion, spelling out a short message to those in her scanning party. Barefooted toes and heels would catch the shifts of the sands and return the message with one of their own. This system had existed since before the wars and would outlive any family in their group of Isihambi.
/Something in the distance-/ Bajazet pounded with her stick.
//Many-?//
/No- Few- One-/
///Tell caravan///
/Stay- watch-/
Making a barefoot about-face, Bajazet trekked back to where the sounds were greater, wagons all pulling towards the direction she had just come from. Waving the hand with the stick in the air, she motioned for them to stop. Of course, the person to drop down from their driving bench was the leader, though his weathered face seemed sourer than anticipated. "What is the meaning of this?" His tone seemed accusatory, but the woman ignored it. He was always blunt, rough around the edges, and increasingly hateful towards her kind. Woman-kind.
"There is someone in the distance." Her voice was deep and rich like the clay of the earth. "I was told to tell you."
"So we're stopping for one person? Just one?"
"Yes."
The old man guffawed and removed his hat, his other hand mopping the sweat from his stringy hairline. "You are some paranoid sorts- Just get back to watching the front! I haven' got time to waste on you lot being spooked by anything that moves. Probably a Dreg or somethin’." Bajazet didn't reply to being brushed off, but if asked honestly, she would have said this reaction was the norm. In time, when a bandit cut his throat and stole his tobacco and hemp supplies, he would wish he had listened.
This time, however, Bajazet ran with her layers of cotton wrap and linen flowing behind her. Actively trying to get closer to the stranger, the woman was extra cautious as she increasing distance between herself and her comrades in the caravan. All it took was a bullet to end her life - but using a bullet on a mostly unarmed woman seemed wasteful.
Now close enough to shout to the wanderer, the distant silhouettes of the other walkers were barely seen in the dim of dusk. As the setting sun vanished behind the dunes of the horizon, the landscape became more than just heat and sand. This was when bandits and Dregs were most active, likely waiting to catch a person with their guard down. Bajazet didn't want to become an example of this, but it was best to know what this person was doing so far out. If they were truly alone, it was common courtesy to offer them assistance even if it was just a point in the right direction.
"Are you alright?" She asked loudly, the wind hopefully carrying the questions. "Injured?"
For a long moment, Bajazet was worried she may have to sound the alarm. The other walkers wouldn’t appreciate being left out of the conversation, even if it was one-sided.
Then the figure spoke, long syllables drawling cheerily on the wind.
“Zet, it’s me. Fancy that luck!”
A tinge of annoyance captured Bajazet’s dark features as she hissed back, “You scared me! What do you think you are doing out this way?”
“Same as you lot but with less protection.” Stepping closer through the veil of nightfall, Kade Samson shrugged her shoulders, both as a sign of indifference and as a means to keep her pack from sliding off. It looked heavy. “Think they’ll let me tag along?”
Sighing so heavily, she might as well have sneezed, the taller of the two women cocked a thumb back toward the caravan. “Yes, Kade. This time.”
“This time?”
“Yes, this time! How long were you following us?” Gaze narrowing, she could feel the vibrations in the sand but ignored them for the time being. “Since Camden?”
“Eh… More like Luca Vista,” Kade remarked with a sheepish grin, caught. “Surprised I didn’t get caught sooner.”
“Surprised?” Bajazet managed to scoff. “That makes two of us.”
—
She knew the Dust; that much was true.
Knew it better than the Hub or Metropolis in the northeast or Oasis along the southern coastal cliffs. Without a single scar accredited to any of the megacities, Kade considered it tame living. For the docile, hardly better than indentured servants, this was somewhere they could hide their heads in the sand and chant pre-approved hymnals in thanks. They had survived the collapse of the world as it once was. Gold star for them. From the outside looking in, there would always be whispers of envy. Caravaneers saving their stock for an invitation undoubtedly lost in the desert, or whores preening their children to take up the mantle of attractive meat on the off-chance a megacity citizen might travel as far as their usual cantina. Kade's mother had been a smart woman - smarter than Kade would ever claim to be - and she decided her brood would do best in an encampment a day's travel outside of Oasis. Traders, scrappers, nomads at heart - they made it work.
Staring down at the writing, her brows knit tightly, threatening to touch one another at their closest points if her scrunching face didn't return to normal. "What's this word?"
Bajazet Taruj, frowning, asked in response, "This is your language, isn't it? Sound it out."
Lord, she felt like a child next to her companion. Both women stood about even at the shoulder, but where Kade was tan and blonde with freckles decorating most of her exposed skin, Bajazet was dark as night and virtually hairless. Kade thought her a work of art, though she could do with less of the lip and more in the way of reading help. "Pr-r-r-eeee-ar-it-or-itti," she mumbled, already feeling self-conscious of her efforts. Glancing at Bajazet's expression, she gathered she was off her mark. "Well, shit-" she practically spat, the hand holding the letter now waving wildly as the exasperated femme continued with, "I asked fer your help, Zet, and you won't fuckin' help me! Just read it for me- please, alright? Please!?"
As a member of the Isihambi tribe who traveled the wastes, Bajazet was fluent in several languages. It wasn't necessarily a prerequisite for being of the tribe, but it helped if one intended to get work. Most of the Isihambi was hired on to caravans as trailblazers and guides, and thanks to a language they had crafted with their walking sticks, they could communicate over distances. A series of thumps would vibrate across the sands and Isihambi, who only traveled barefoot, felt the vibrations. Kade didn't understand it. Honestly, so far outside of the fold of the tribe, how could she? Her friend often spoke few words, gave sage advice, and would drink her under the table. As far as work went, it wasn't a topic of interest at the cantina.
Might've been why Bajazet wasn't terribly interested in reading this letter Kade had received. Still, with enough complaints, she budged. "Give it to me." Hand out, palm up, she waited for Kade to pass it over so she could take a crack at it. Her delivery was far smoother.
"To one Ms. Kade Samson,
Your work in the world outside of the Hub, colloquially known as the Dust, has brought you to our attention. We have a PRIORITY mission that requires your assistance. We ask that you take a one Mr. Anjre Hemmings on a field expedition to find a missing person, a one Mr. Ephraim Hoyt. You are to be a guide to Mr. Hemmings because you are familiar with the land, and if your reputation is at all accurate, you know how to travel safely and quickly. These are important assets for this mission. Your speedy response is also required. Whether you accept or deny our request, please inform the courier who has been charged with getting you this message - they will personally deliver us your reply.
Signed,
United Processing Internal Affairs Spokesman,
H. Chavez"
As she finished, Bajazet glanced wearily toward the entrance of the establishment. "How long has that carrier been here waiting on you to reply?"
"Like two days," Kade replied between sips of her drink. Moonshine as grainy as the bottom of her boots. She had sand stuck in her teeth as she continued with, "But I didn' want to go until I spoke to you, an' you were with those pickled beets sellers for fuckin' forever- which is fine. Luca Vista ain’t that far to trek from, right? Left him there initially but he’s a persistent twat. Anyway, jobs a job. I get it. Still wanna know what you think of this particular job because I really outta let that boy know if he's gotta go back empty-handed." Settling her glass on the table, the wooden legs wobbled precariously under the new weight.
"What I think? I think it's worth more to them than that letter will tell you." Almond eyes remained focused elsewhere, likely on the courier left awkwardly exposed to the mid-afternoon sun. "I think they want you to get this missing person because they're valuable. Why else track down someone? Wealthy people don't part with their wealth unless it's very important."
Dragging her palm along the underside of her throat, Kade considered this. Having never been wealthy, she didn't really know why the rich were so stingy, but she gathered it had to do with staying rich. The less they spent, the more they had. A dragon, hoarding gold and riches, dangerous if anyone came between them and what they owned. "Reckon you're right. Gonna have to say yes."
"Be careful. Whoever this Anjre person is, they're the eyes who will be watching you. Just don't get lax on the job. The last thing you want is to find their missing person and end up with a knife in the back so they have zero loose ends." Returning the letter to Kade, Bajazet shrugged lithe shoulders beneath her patterned kurta, seeming apprehensive. "Whatever towns you pass through, speak to the Isihambi there. Tell them who you are and that you need to get a message to me. Just that much will be enough, alright? I'll know you're alive and you will know that someone will come for you if things go wrong."
"Don't go gettin' sentimental on me," Kade drained the last of her liquor and shook her head, blond locks lashing at her cheeks as the chill ran down her spine. "Ergh- Fuck! Besides, you know evil is an honest callin'. Maybe I'm the one they gotta worry about- maybe I'll pull my gun, an'-"
"Right out of those Westerns your mother used to tell us, yes? Save your bullets for the worthy."
Kade practically beamed as she took a stand to finally reply to the courier. "Also one of ma's favorite sayings! 'Save your bullets for the worthy and make sure God knows you're on his side'!"
[Keep forgetting to put blurbs here. Sorta feeling guilty about it, too.]
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