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== Chapter 2 == Tarzan. That certainly wasn't an imperial word, and from his style of dress, it was almost certain that he was a feral inhabitant of this planet. The problem was that Janna had no idea what the word 'Tarzan' meant. It could be his name, but it could also be a title like 'hunter' or the name of his tribe. She was no Dialogous, the deciphering of primitive human dialects was completely unknown to her. What she did know was that he had helped her against the foul xenos, which meant he might be a possible ally. Hoping that he had not done so out of a desire to enslave her, she attempted to communicate through the use of body language. "I", she started slowly and pointed to herself as she spoke, "Am. Janna". She then pointed at him, "You. Are. Tarzan". Every word was spoken slowly and with great care. At this, he broke into a broad grin and gestured to himself once more, "Tarzan". However, this time, after he said (what was probably) his name, he slowly approached her. Janna noticed that when he walked, he adopted a slightly hunched over posture although, from when he had stood earlier, she knew that he had no physical malformity that would have caused such a limp. Perhaps it was local custom? When he was nearly within arms reach of her, she held out her hands in a warding stance. While he seemed friendly, this was no time to be taking unnecessary risks. Luckily, the wild man seemed to understand the gesture and did not take any offense to it. Instead, he paced a crescent around her, looking at her with curious eyes. Normally she would have thought him fascinated with her arms and armor as humans from more primitive worlds tended to be, but instead his gaze never left her face. As she was contemplating what to do, Janna heard a noise behind her. Quickly pivoting, she dropped into a defensive crouch in case it was the xenos returning. She needn't have worried, striding instead were suits of power armor that were awash in black and white signifying that the wearers were members of the Order of the Sacred Rose, her companions. They broke into the clearing in a hurry, no doubt advancing as swiftly as they could without exposing themselves to needless danger to find her. Janna quickly realized that they might mistake the feral human as an enemy instead of the potential ally that he might turn out to be. "Sisters, hold-!", but it was pointless. As she snapped her head around, Janna realized that the man had disappeared into the forest as swiftly as he had appeared. "Sister, you are safe! Truly the God Emperor was with you this day!" Sister Superior Portia cried as she laid eyes upon the comrade that had she feared lost. However, she noticed that her sister, instead of greeting her properly, was looking around the area with a note of confusion, "Sister, what is wrong?" "There was a man here, Sister-Superior. He slayed one of the foul xenos and sent the rest to flee. He was standing right over there... I cannot fathom how he could escape my sight so easily" "A man? Are you certain, Sister Janna? The scans detected no signs of human civilization" "I am certain of it. Look there, at that xeno's head, I had not the weaponry to make such a wound." Another Battle-Sister walked over and knelt by the body, "She speaks true. This wound is unlike that of a combat knife or heavy flamer. There was someone else here" Nodding gravely at this, Portia quickly came to a decision. "Sisters, we are returning to the base camp. Janna, you will report what you found to the Magi and the Inquisitor while the rest of us secure the perimeter." Janna nodded, "And then you will come to receive penance. You broke away from the rest of us, not only putting yourself in danger but also weakening the formation as a whole." Once again, Janna nodded to this, but quite a bit slower. ---- "I'm telling you Terk, they looked like me!" Tarzan spoke hurriedly to his best friend. "Sure, sure, there's a whole bunch of hairless, hornless, two armed Gorils out there. You definitely didn't hit your head on a rock and imagine the whole thing." replied his friend. A casual observer would have found this exchange to be confusing for several reasons. The first of which would be that it was between a human and a 8 foot tall hunched over beast, that had slavering jaws and six oversized limbs that all scrapped the ground as they walked, consisting of a pair of legs and two pairs of arms, stumpy antlers sprouting from their brow. "Why can't you take me seriously for once? I'm telling you, there could be a whole tribe of Gorils out there like me. This could be life-changing!" "Look, I respect your ability to delude yourself, but right now, we have to make sure that there are no Lepris around. You said you also saw several of them, right? we don't want to lead the village into them" replied Terk, "Tantor, do you see anything around?" Next to her, what one might have mistaken for a small hill shook itself and revealed great hooves under a large fur coat that resembled stone covered with moss. "....I...", the great beasts always took a while to get up to speed, "...see nothing, nothing at all". A shaggy, tusked head slowly turned its head from side to side. "But Tarzan, you were saying something, my small friend?" The man started to smile, "See, Terk? Tantor knows how to listen. Tantor, I found another who looked like me. It might be of my tribe. You know, my ''real'' tribe." "We are your real tribe," Terk muttered "You know what I mean. I know that this is my home, but I'm not... natural to the tribe. This could be a clue as to where I came from." As the friends bickered, looming figures took shape behind them. Many more Gorils were trailing behind them, lugging their jungle hammocks and other necessities along with them. It was a noisy, slow affair, but many of Tublat's inhabitants had learned long ago that attacking Gorils were they were most clustered was a foolish idea. "Once the tribe finds a spot to settle, I'm going to go back to find the one who looked at me." Tarzan announced "Just don't let Kerchak know...". The words carried a degree of mock grumpiness, but the three friends all knew that it was said in the utmost seriousness. Kerchak, the tribe's head was a suspicious and wary one, and had never trusted the (comparatively) small and hairless Tarzan. If he felt that Tarzan was endangering the tribe, he would take care of things, bloodily. That was not something anyone wanted. Terk and Tantor returned to silence, choosing to focus on the jungle in front of them, cautious of any rival tribes stupid or dangerous enough to attempt an attack. Tarzan should have done the same, but he could not put the person that he saw out of his mind. ''I will find you'', he promised himself, as he trudged along with the others, slipping across the jungle floor.
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