*across the cosmos, on a barren desert planet of Arrakis where the winds of sand would whittle man down to bone, a man steps out of his home on a sietch hidden in a valley by massive dunes.  This man, with eyes bluer than the water the planet so desperately needed with the rest as black as a night ocean, looked to the skies, seemingly keeping an eye out for something important*

Stilgar: …. He best not keep me waiting, though Ghani did say he would wait until the time is right… Shinji of Tabr. Traveler of Spacetime.. where are you?


*moments later, a shiny, silver box falls down towards him to land a few feet away, launched from a small shuttle that uncloaks in the sky long enough to deliver the package, then disappears*

Stilgar: … this close to the sands… it must be important.

*He opens the box, finding a letter, and a vial of crystal clear water. He quickly shelters the vial within his cloak, as if to ward off demons and onlookers from the precious cargo. He would go on to read the letter*


[i] Dear Stil, my old friend. I write to you in trying times. A war has been launched upon the universe you reside, and many more. I write to you to beg for a favor. We have the means to end the war, weapons far superior than even the chrysknives you and your Fedaykin wield. I ask simply that you train a few allies of mine and myself in the ways of your death commandos, so that we may use these weapons efficiently and to its utmost extent. In the meantime, I offer you 120 milliliters of water as a gift for old time's sake. I will be visiting you soon. Please be ready with a training regimen. Thank you.

                          Signed, Shinji Akamura.[/i]


Stilgar: *looks at the piece of parchment as if it were a bearer of bad news. This deal smelled sour… an almost evil smell. In his traditions, he would not trust this barter. But he owed Shinji his life and much more, protecting Arrakis from the Harkonnens and their Crimson Armada allies during the Great War*

…. You wardog, Shinji…. What have you gotten into now?