Pillow

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Happy fairly late b-day!

*Don't worry, Pilocanci doesn't hold a grudge over something like that. He will correct you, but that's it*

Pilocanci the Unholy (known jokingly by Pennites sometimes as Pillow) stares oddly at being referred to as a 'she'. 'Obviously,' he thought,' this person has no idea on how to tell male and female Sharpiens apart'.

*Walks in, observes the situation, then decides that it would be better to leave well enough alone*

Ah, but are you criminally insane? Do you eat crayons and roll your poo into little balls or kill off productive members of society? If you're going to take over the world, you have to be specific. I don't want an oppressive dictator that babbles without killing someone or stomping on my civil rights a bit.

Someone watches Family Guy.

Sorry, need something that had once had blood pressure.

Just felt like saying yay. Please resume your usual routine.

*sits back and munches popcorn while watching the fun and games*

Sorry Vene, just went with the random vote. Still, what is all this aggresion against Tor? What is that about?

"At least that's less water gone to waste," Tor said to himself. He lended on a rock at the mouth of the cave and watched the sands sway to and fro in the desert winds. He knew in the back of his mind that there were several that distrusted him. He didn't blame them. From what he had seen, Harkonnens where good at spreading the paranoia that caused people to turn on one another. Shaking his head, he walked over the other Fremen. He sensed a bit of distrust from them as he approached. Mildly suprised, he asked,"Did I do something wrong?" Rahnia glared at him,"I don't know. Maybe giving the stillsuit to an off-worlder might have something to do with it." Tor raised an eyebrow at the Fremen woman,"It wasn't me that gave an off-worlder a stillsuit. There's no way that I trust any of them with something like that." he waved his hand in the direction of the others as he spoke. "As far as I'm concerned, with the exception of Captian Algers; are as good as Harkonnen."

"Blasted Harkonnens," Tor spat. He had a feeling that there might have been a spy among them. He remembered back to the attack the day before. He had discovered two Harkonnens in disguise coordenating the artilliry barrage and subsequent attack. He had taken great pleasure in slaying those two. Mentally, he evaluated who the Harkonnen be. He immediately waived off the possibility of the other Fremens. The off-worlder seemed the likely canidate. He was unaccounted for during the night. He could have been exploring, but the cave wasn't quite that big. Plus his drunken apperance could have been an act. After all, where the hell did he get the alcohol? Tor decided to keep an eye on him. OCC: Vene/Edi *just going with the flow.*

Sorry fellas, I'm too busy with SOCOM 3 right now to play World of War-crack.

Tor examined the cave's deeper alcoves. Rumor had it that there was a cache of stolen Harkonnen weapons were stashed somewhere within the cave. If he could locate the cache then the refugees could be armed and give the group a better chance of surivial. After almost an hour of searching, he found a small trap door in the floor. Removing the lid to the cache, it revealed a few dozen various arms and ammunition. With a smile, he replaced the lid and made his way back to Captian Algers to report his find.