[color=darkorange][h1][center]Rouke[/center][/h1][/color]
[center][b]Interacting with:[/b] [@pyrodash888] and [@LetMeDoStuff][/center]
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The man next to Rouke seemed just as anxious as him, perhaps even more so, as if a hard decision weighed on his shoulders. The pilot stated he wasn’t with the Empire, much to Rouke’s relief, but his nervousness was quickly replaced with anger once he gave the Tusken a second look. [color=6ecff6]"OUT! G-get out! You...You can't sit there!"[/color] Rouke didn’t anticipate this volatile reaction from the seemingly passive pilot, and his disbelief showed in his widened eyes and slackened jaw. As a former Tusken chieftain, Rouke was unaccustomed to such displays of disrespect, even after a year among colonists. In his tribe, this sort of behavior would have ended in the aggressor’s death. Rouke’s shock gave way to anger as a scowl spread across his face and his wrapped hands tightened into fists. Under normal circumstances, Rouke would have tried to smash the man’s face against the buttons and panels he crowded around until one of them broke, but in an action rare to his character, the Tusken showed restraint.

Rouke slowly stood up, embarrassed that he was following the orders of some weakling. He wasn’t sure where he went wrong, but his persuasive skills seemed to have failed him, and Rouke figured that perhaps more aggressive negotiations were in order. He felt the sandcrawler lurch as the pilot fiddled with the machine’s controls, and Rouke took it as an opportunity to “stumble” into the pilot. With his chained hands, he grabbed the man by the collar and pulled himself close. [color=darkorange]"Tusken village one klick east,"[/color] Rouke whispered harshly before letting go. He stared at the man for several moments before turning away and joining the group gathering behind him.
It didn’t occur to Rouke that the pilot might have plans of his own for escape, but he hoped that the information he gave him enough to formulate one. He remembered the location of this tribe in particular, as it sat on top of a large canyon which was visible from their current position. Sand People had a nasty habit of raiding passing crawlers that intruded on their territory, and Rouke knew that three crawlers would be too much of an opportunity for them to pass up. With any luck, the tribe would launch an assault on the crawlers, giving the prisoners an opportunity to escape into the desert amid the confusion. However, his fate was in the hands of the touchy pilot now, and he could only pray to the desert gods that the man would make the right decision. Rouke took his place beside the masked humanoid when he noticed a new addition to the group, another strange alien, this one small and seemingly female. He chuckled at this one’s defiance, reminding him very much of Tusken women, though they were of a much larger build. Against his better judgement, he decided to join the conversation. 

[color=darkorange]“If you want to die so badly, then do nothing. The Imperials will work you to death, little one,”[/color] Rouke said, his voice barely audible over the din of the crawler. While he never experienced the work camps personally, Rouke knew what they were about, having captured numerous Tuskens to hand over to the Imperials. This would not be his fate, he decided, as he would rather join this alien in execution than live a miserable existence as a slave. Death was not ideal though, and he hoped the pilot would work out an escape, seeing as all those behind him simply wanted was to argue.