Mutate
11-14-2007, 12:23 PM
Paul led Stilgar along the stone corridor of the sietch untill the reached the room containing the icy glass cryo chamber with the black haired warrior inside.
"He has been sleeping in there for thousands of years" Paul said. "Frozen by his allies after an injury which they were not yet advanced enough to heal. I have followed my ancestral memories to trace his long-lost body and bring it here."
Stilgar was aghast. The waste of water! But Paul had promised that the individual contained therin would be a valuabe asset to the Sietch.
"The man was a fighter of injustice on his own world, a long time ago. In those days, humans did not have the level of training and focus we have now, but this man was an exception. He reached such perfection, he was almost a precursor to the Bene Gesserit. He was ahead of his time, and like me he created a superhuman persona to frighten his enemies."
Baron Harkonnen was troubled by the recent reports from his troops. This "desert bat", this invincible creature who had been sweeping upon many of his most vital operations in a series of stealth attacks, never killing but always creating irreparable damage. It must be simple trickery from Muad'dib. His men were babbling about an evil spirit, but some of the more level headed maintainted it was simply a fremen wearing a stillsuit fitted with a frightening face and bat-like ears, particularly well trained in the wierding way. The Baron preferred to take a realistic view of such things.
Suddenly, he realised that his chamber had fallen deathly quiet. He looked around, feeling a growing worry pass over his normally relaxed, rotund, floating body. Both his personal guards were lying unconsious on either side. As the huge shadow fell from behing he looked round, piggy eyes wide with terror.
It was a shaken man that his attendants found, his huge body cowering on the floor. Whatever the Bat had said to him, it created a lasting impression. This terrifying new enemy had made his mark.
"He has been sleeping in there for thousands of years" Paul said. "Frozen by his allies after an injury which they were not yet advanced enough to heal. I have followed my ancestral memories to trace his long-lost body and bring it here."
Stilgar was aghast. The waste of water! But Paul had promised that the individual contained therin would be a valuabe asset to the Sietch.
"The man was a fighter of injustice on his own world, a long time ago. In those days, humans did not have the level of training and focus we have now, but this man was an exception. He reached such perfection, he was almost a precursor to the Bene Gesserit. He was ahead of his time, and like me he created a superhuman persona to frighten his enemies."
Baron Harkonnen was troubled by the recent reports from his troops. This "desert bat", this invincible creature who had been sweeping upon many of his most vital operations in a series of stealth attacks, never killing but always creating irreparable damage. It must be simple trickery from Muad'dib. His men were babbling about an evil spirit, but some of the more level headed maintainted it was simply a fremen wearing a stillsuit fitted with a frightening face and bat-like ears, particularly well trained in the wierding way. The Baron preferred to take a realistic view of such things.
Suddenly, he realised that his chamber had fallen deathly quiet. He looked around, feeling a growing worry pass over his normally relaxed, rotund, floating body. Both his personal guards were lying unconsious on either side. As the huge shadow fell from behing he looked round, piggy eyes wide with terror.
It was a shaken man that his attendants found, his huge body cowering on the floor. Whatever the Bat had said to him, it created a lasting impression. This terrifying new enemy had made his mark.