Stepping off the rented speeder aziito would be grumbling under his breathe, mostly at the price of the thing then at the make of it until he looked over and saw the sandcrawler his grumbling fading has he remembered his past, the memories, the antics he and the younger generation made chuckling softly has he looked over a noticable dent on a panel ten-feet up on the side of it before he heard a soft shuffling in the sand behind him.
Thinking its only a sand-rat until the staff connected with the side of his head, his ears ringing has his body started producing a rancid stench his rage mounting has he pulled the now dented helm off as he looked behind him his free-hand already pulling his pistol free of its holster until he noticed the jawa behind him and kicked sand at them stuffing his pistol back into its spot as he struggled to breathe.
“This is the way you greet me!?”
Glaring daggers has he hefts his helm,debating tossing it has his younger sibling.
“What, like you would be any kinder to a stranger arriving un-announced.”
Ignoring the insult has he grumbled under his breathe tossing his helm into the sand next to his speeder.
“Stupid-one, the elder sent for me…so…what is happening?”
The younger sibling toying with the elders staff resting it against their shoulders has they pointed to the other side of the sandcrawler.
“Go and see, though your abit to late anyways.”
Squinting at his younger sibling, has he stopped for a moment and finally noticed they were holding his elders staff…something the pair used to be beat for even breathing on,his curiosity peaked has he started shaking his head mumbling and grumbling under his breathe about how stupid his sibling was as he walked around the sandcrawler… his steps slowing has he started to notice the smell, the bittersweet aroma of mourning, his breathe hitching for a moment driving him into a coughing fit as he finally rounded to the other side and saw the funeral pyre about twenty yards away just within the shadow of the sandcrawler, his elders walking-stick burning on the fire averting his gaze as his own bittersweet stench mingled with the others he rested a hand against the sandcrawler, hearing the shuffling of feet behind him as he spoke his voice hoarse.
“Why did the elder not mention this,why did they not mention their time was near?”
The younger sibling scoffed lightly.
“You know why…you left, most of them don’t even consider you part of krikth anymore…”
The sibling twirling the staff in their hand before driving it into the sand before aziito eliciting a simmering glare until the sibling chuckled.
“The elder wanted you to have it…do you have any idea how annoying it was to keep it from them?”
The sibling jerking a hand to the assembled jawa’s at the pyre, has aziito pulled the staff from the sand and ran a gloved hand over its simple design before he sighed and turned back to his speeder walking slowly back to it has the younger sibling tsk’ed, seemingly torn between the older sibling they used to look up to and the clan they’ve always known.
“Sands guide you, Aziito.”
Barely hearing the old farewell from his sibling has he hopped back on his speeder, the staff strapped to his back and the dented helm resting in his lap as he let the speeder glide across the sands his mind wandering has he tried once more to run from his past.