Welcome to The Dune RPG - Quest for Arrakis

Gamont

“Lord Hades did not respond to my question but instead quickly said "lets find Duke Rushkie", He pointed to his quarters and we proceeded to walk there when out of nowhere three men walking in unison came forward there eyes unseen by the hood on there heads. I, being a Mentat, said to Lord Hades "they will kill us if we don't kill them first", Hades obviously already had this thought and was drawing knife. I lifted my sleeve and fired three dots from my flip dot gun, all hit one of the men but didn't puncture their clothes, and it struck me as odd that they didn't work. They proceeded to walk down the hall in unison when Lord Hades charged at them, then they moved with increasing speed and Lord Hades attacks missed they slowed but approached but were still moving faster then when they started. They were about a foot away when I pushed Lord Hades in a nearby room and locked him in, in the delay one of those men grabbed me by the neck and attempted to stab me but being trained by the Bene Gesserit I kicked off of him and started to move with the speed of my prana-bindu training. I grabbed my knife and charged at him but they started to match my speed and dodged all my attacks, but I continued to fight just then Duke Rushkie ran out of his quarters with a cadre of his men and started firing at the shrouded men a few shots hit and they were slowed down enough for me to kill one as he managed to grab my leg and broke it in two places. There was no pain but I couldn't get up. Lord Hades busted through the door and with his dagger killed one of the remaining men as the last one ran off. The Duke and Lord Hades ran over to me to see if I was ok and found that my leg was broken.

Dark Days Ahead

Jason was pacing around in his quarters on Junction as he unpacked from his return to junction from Kaitain. He had received word of the Kanly invoked upon the school while on the heighliner. He scrambled to get out his message in defense of his actions. The room was bright as he liked it, he hated dark rooms. A nice cream color with security windows letting in the morning sun. He kept stopping as he unpacked paced around as his thoughts wandered. He had to focus on the defense. But the Kanly and the welfare of the school kept coming to mind. Is it to late to hand the trial back over to Marie, should I ask to Emperor to go back to Alpha Corvus He realized that neither was an option, he had come too far. He kept telling himself I have more than competent staff, they can and must handle affairs Still he had to break out of the habit of micromanagement, He tried Mentat exercises and Bene Gesserit exercises these helped to calm him but he still worried. He had to meet with Kord tomorrow them with the team again. He could find out in the middle of the trial that Alpha Corvus had been invaded I have to focus on Miera She was also on the interview list. Jason stopped unpacking and then reviewed his documents. He mustered his willpower and transcribed orders "I am temporarily relieving myself of duty as he Director of the Mentat School, I cannot continue to focus on the trial and on the developing situations with the school without sacrificing the quality of my work in both cases. For the good of the School I am placing Master Mentat Janslow in charge until further notice" As soon as it was done we wanted to erase it but resisted. I have to do this!

The Interrogation

Duke Febus Ginaz stood awkwardly, bearing his weight on one leg and the prop of an unsheathed kitana. He had been massively wounded in the other leg, and traces of the still-fresh wound oozed to the surface of his bandages. He looked like he felt no pain. His focus was on the woman in front of him. Without looking up he acknowledged Letita’s presence. “M’lady, so good of you to come. I believe I have a present for you,” Febus said, not taking his eyes off the woman who did not look at him but stared into space focused on a small hole in the plasteel wall in front of her.
“I am honored Duke Ginaz. I trust you did not have hard feelings against me for my actions with CHOAM.” Letita thought it better to get their conflict out in the open and resolved. She did not know why she was in the room and who this woman was.
“We can discuss that situation later. I wanted you to see my little guest here.” With that remark Febus lifted the Kitana and quickly put it to the back of the woman’s neck, millimeters from her skin. The woman did not flinch but cursed under her breath audible enough for Letita to hear. Letita took a step forward and she could see Febus out of the corner of her eye shift his weight to move in between them not knowing what Letita would do. She remembered that voice. She had not heard it often enough to be definitive but it had a lilt to it. A queer accent she had not hear before. It was Dr. Mentana Rasmoth’s companion during his stay on Ix to tend to the now dead technician. She was incredulous and not far from striking the woman.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she said with a growing menace in her voice. “Who are you anyway and how do you know Rasmoth?”

The Broken Arm

Kord look frightened at the unconscious woman that the student carried before her. The doctor had the typical signs of a spice overdose, a large one, large enough to kill her. "What happened?" Kord ask. "She took off the hood of the suit she was wearing for protection to save one of ours, her body is so full of spice now her breath saved a navigators life" Ketyr says. Kord shook his head. Not even under a test did the potential student get that amount of spice, they did not get it because of the simple reason it would endanger the lives of those that did not pass the test. "Her blood?" Kord ask. Ketyr bent down and drew a drop of blood from the unconscious woman, the drop had drops of orange in it. Kord swears and move up and down frightened. "How long was she conscious" Kord ask as he looked at the doctor. "For at least ten seconds and she breathe it hard all the time" Ketyr mutters. "I am sorry Kord, I tried to drag her out, but she is stronger than me" Ketyr says slowly "It is not your fault Ketyr, now get the others, I will need to guide her to save her life" The frightened student run towards the door. Kord swears again, an overdose of spice gas like that would usually lead to one of three things, to start the change to become a navigator, to live but with side effects, some of them positive, like gaining prescience or telepathic abilities, or death. The problem here was that if the doctor had stayed conscious for that long, she had the ability to learn, and now Kord had to stop it before she went down the path of becoming one of them. Gently he linked his mind with hers.

The Funeral

When the swirl of colors ceased and fold space had ended, she stood unexpectedly. In front of her were 14 heighliners gathered in almost a semi-circle. “I had a message from Kord announcing our dead navigator’s funeral. I hope you don’t mind the diversion?” Deala said sadly.
“Of course not, I am happy we were able to attend,” Letita said reassuringly. She had lost in this epidemic too. The ceremony for him was also private and intimate.
Letita walked to the plasteel window and peered out at the heighliners standing silently at attention like soldiers at a military funeral. She closed her eyes at the invasion of Kord’s voice giving the eulogy:
“Our dead one, which we shall not be named, names are tools for the living and a hinder in developing the mind, our dead one shall not be hindered by such. He was a good student, a good navigator and a good friend. Many of us care fore him. Where he is now I cannot say, perhaps it is God like the Orange Catholic Bible speaks of, perhaps he is right here in foldspace. But whatever he is I sincerely hope he is happy. We come here to night to remember him, and to give him gifts to show our caring. Open the hatches.”
She opened her eyes and noticed the heighliner nearest to her open its hatches. A stream of flowers in many hues floated effortlessly out into deep space. She cried softly for all of the lives lost as well as the one whose funeral she attended this day. Deala floated motionless in his tank engrossed in the solemnity of the occasion.

An Interesting Discovery
Duke Alexander Grimaldi walked quickly to one of the many meeting rooms in the Grand Palais on the continent of Elacca. According to the note placed on his desk, this was an urgent meeting. The Duke entered a small room, with a round wooden (wood from Elacca of course) table and several beautiful carvings. Sitting at the table were Tanis Junar, his Mentat, Dominic Fernando, chief botanist and master researcher, and several other House officials. Also at the table was a representative from the Environment Preservation Organization of Ecaz (the EPOE) which is never a good sign. Since the Duke lived on a world where everything depends on the environment, his House had to be extra careful when exploiting Ecaz's natural resources. The EPOE was always passing legislation that made it hard to conduct commercial activities.
"We have filed a formal report, it should be in soon, but there seems to be a problem with aparticular area of forests. The trees in that area are dying, and our analysis shows no probable cause why they are. We suspect it is some sort of plant disease. You understand how important these trees are to the ecosystem and..." The mentat cut him off."And how important they are to our House. Elaccan wood is our chief export."

Desert

I am a desert creature…

Desert… I can hear it. My mind is clear and my heart is pure. I can hear desert calling me…. He calls me to enter a path of dunes, a path of Maker, a path of Fremen… I can remember my father words “Son, do you hear the desert…? Of course not, you are to loud. Try it one day, go to an open desert, close your eyes and listen. You have to be very calm and quiet… You have to feel the desert. Then you should hear it. I can’t tell you what you will hear, as ever Fremen hears different things…”

This is this special day. I can hear this calling… The path of dunes… I shall walk the path of dunes, with desert as my ally. I shall learn all the desert ways to become one with the desert. The path of Maker… I shall walk the path of Maker, protecting Dune and spice from my enemies. I shall be strong and I would not fear anything. The path of Fremen… I shall walk the path of Fremen, always standing on their side, always protecting our home. I shall learn the Fremen ways to prepare Dune for Mahdi.

I am a desert creature…