Alliance 1st Cavalry Division

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Post by Ben Kenobi » Thu May 13, 2021 5:51 pm

The morning had not even come yet when they came to wake up the Jedi pair. A young ranch hand knocked on the door and Ben answered quickly. When he opened the door the rancher briefed him on the situation and the Jedi moved out onto the porch to see the sun was not even up yet. Ben laughed to himself and retreated back into the cabin where he gripped Aliclair’s foot and gave her a mild shake. “Let’s go Austjor! On your feet! We’ve got a lot of work to do… before breakfast.” Ben rushed off to get his boots on and the rest of his clothes minus the cloak, he felt it was not going to agree with the physical labor they would be enduring today. His lightsaber though he attached horizontally to the small of his back so it would be out of the way.

Ben waited patiently for Aliclair to prepare herself and he of course teased and prodded that she had see better days. But they exited the cabin together and followed the rancher to a barn that was empty. It was a massive barn; one end was formed to fit ten stalls that were empty at this time and the rest had almost a full size arena inside it was so large. The rancher quietly explained that this was where they kept the livestock during inclement weather. They moved through this area and to the coral outside the barn where several other ranchers were gathered, they were all sipping on caf and listening to the foreman.

Within the coral were ten of the guarlara equine species that they had been sent to check out. A beautiful and majestic animal. These however were still wild and unbroken. But the foreman and his ranch hands were looking at them with an eye as if they were going to break them right then and there.

But what surprised Ben the most though was that their looks were true. The foreman released them and one at a time the ranchers entered the coral with lariats and roped their respective chosen guarlara. One at a time they roped their beast and stayed with it until others could join in and get a cloth over the animal’s eyes, once done the guarlara calmed and seemed to not have a desire to kill their attackers. It was incredible that these things could be done without techniques of the Force but right before the Jedi’s eyes these ranchers calmed their mounts, equipped crude headstalls to control them and saddled them while these absolutely wild guarlara stood there. After all was said and done the rancher that had chosen their respective beast untied the lariat and then mounted up while his friends held the cloth and the headstall. It took a moment for the mounted rancher to steady himself but once accomplished he nodded to his partners and they scattered, taking with them the cloth.

The guarlara went nearly berserk. It jumped high into the air and kicked both back feet out. Landed hard and repeated the maneuver over and again while tucking its head down for better leverage. The rancher stuck with it and through a large combination of moving his hips, adjusting his arm for weight dispersion and balance, holding the reigns, and spurring hard to keep the beast going… he rode and rode that guarlara until the equine finally tired from exhaustion and ceased bucking. Once it stopped the rancher directed the mount with the reigns and spurred the equine guiding it into the larger barn. And then the next rancher proceeded to tame his mount.

It was a fascinating process and Ben was on the edge of the fence the entire time. But he soon discovered that all the guarlara here were already chosen and his heart sank a little to know he would not have the chance to tame his own. As if picking up on the disappointment the foreman spoke out, “You’ll get your shot to get your head thrown in the dirt soon enough, mister. But we ain’t just gonna give it to you.” He tipped up his wide brimmed hat and pointed off into the woods. “’Round here you need to catch your own. The rest of the herd is out there. Once my boys are all finished up we’ll head out and find you two some mounts.”

He turned and motioned half to the barn. “Wagon is in there. Go get you some tack and load it up. Then get the wagon hooked up to a team and by that time we’ll all be ready to hit the trail.”

Ben looked to Aliclair and wondered if she’d understood any of that because he sure did not. “Well, let’s go get some tack!” Ben exclaimed, ignorant of the situation but otherwise excited about it.

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Post by Aliclair Austjor » Fri May 14, 2021 11:00 am

Aliclair's mind woke at the sound of the morning bird's song. But, it caused her to curl up. Mornings were not her foretake, but the footsteps of her beloved Master caused her senses to become heightened. She sniffed a Ben Morning Attack, and behold it was. He gripped his foot and gave it a hardy shake. Ali popped her head up and gave her Master a snarl but he retreated before she could give him her what-for. Her eyebrows knitted but she shook it off. She prepped herself in an outfit she used to wear while riding her varactyl; button up top with no sleeves and semi-tight jean-like pants with a belt to keep them secure on her hips. Steady leather boots with no zipper; a slid on-off. She felt weird wearing this attire, with no sleeves either. Reaching in her bag, she put on a jacket with sleeves big enough to stow her hands then walked out to meet up with her Master, scrunching her nose at hit witty remark.

She walked with her hands stowed, braving out a huge yawn. Her eyes scanned the large barn, giving a lopsided blink from tiredness. Giving her eyes a rub, Ali centered herself but then her eyes fully opened at the sound thundering hooves running out their paddocks and her opalescence eyes glistened with joy. Such magnificent creatures! She'd almost ran up to the fence and climbed ontop to watch but her height was enough and she could see them without a height gain.

Aliclair watched the men at work, taking note of everything they were doing. It was a gift she had; eidetic memory. Quirking her eyebrow as the men quickly drew back, she saw why; the guarlara did not like the humans on its back at all. It was a thrill to watch. A part of her didn't enjoy the process of it; to be so.. forceful. But, the rest of her knew they weren't in pain. They just needed to be broken. Looking at her Master, he looked more excited then most. Like a child looking at the most sugar inducing candy. The thought of Ben being bucked around by a wild guarlara sent mixed signals; it was both funny to think about, and scary. Than, she was informed she would need to do this to for her own mount. Ali swallowed roughly. She was not strong at all. This form of taming wasn't her style at all; she usually just. Spoke to animals and they looked at her as if they knew what she was saying.

The memories of owning a mount began to flood back in her head and her eyes turned to where the tack for these guarlara were store. They would need to gather their own. Ali gave a grumble; she knew it wouldn't be that easy. "Easy, Master. You do realize the task ahead? We'll be in the open with the guarlara. If we startle them. They'll relocate. We'll need to see how well your lasso skills are." she said with a quirked eyebrow. "Since we'll need two, we'll need to separate two from their herd," she started, looking at her scarred hands. They still hurt when she gripped something too tight. So she had one shot at lassoing her equine. This was going to be interesting mission before them. "Then, as they ranchers say, 'gather 'em up."

The duo watched as the ranchmen wrapped up their tasks then moved onto helping the Jedi. Ali grabbed a light saddle, the saddle pad, bridle, reins. A sturdy lead then finally, a rope. The she-apprentice pondered for a second, before asking for gloves. Normally, she wouldn't ask for them, but her scarred hands had her at a disadvantage. She clipped the given gloves to her pants for now then walked over to her Master with a rope. "I can teach you how to tie a lasso knot." she said, showing him her tied rope.
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Post by Ben Kenobi » Sun May 30, 2021 11:15 pm

Aliclair got the opportunity to teach Ben a thing or two finally, the knot and lasso and then the artistic way it was required to be thrown. The whole thing was a process and would take a very long time to master. The pair hooked up a team to the wagon and within a few more minutes they were riding on the bad of said wagon and moving out into the hillside while the foreman drove them and their tack out to the middle of nowhere.

The ride itself took a long time and spanned the wilds which gave the most incredible views. By the time the dawning sun started to break over the hills they were many miles away from the ranch and it took some more time to keep their route going until the sun was just peaking completely out into the open casting the shadows of the hills into long ranging silhouettes. The dew was heavy and the early birds were waking up by the time the foreman finally stopped.

Quietly he walked to the back and told them both to get off and move to the edge of the hill and that the guarlara they were after were just on the other side. Ben, excited as ever, moved on to the hill with his rope in hand. As he approached the edge he knelt and eventually crawled as he did not want to expose himself and spook the equine away. Aliclair was with him and as he crested the hillside… just as the foreman said, the guarlara were both grazing and still sleeping as the morning snuck up on them.

It was a large herd, Ben tried to count them and lost track as he approached twenty or so, mostly due to their moving around. He leaned to Aliclair and whispered. “So how do you want to do this?”

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Post by Aliclair Austjor » Wed Jun 02, 2021 7:06 pm

Aliclair sat within the wagon, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. She'd attend trips like these with her family, mainly her father since he was the native of their planet, as she was. He'd tell her it was a necessity to learn the roots, and this was one of them. The ride was silent, until she decided to hum out a soft melody, adding beat with a small tippy tap with her hands. She halted once she could sense they were in guarlara territory, and stood to get a better look.

She watched as her Master stepped out the wagon to traverse the hill fortressing the equine, and watched with sharp eyes. Only once did she particupate in these ways, and once was enough. It resulted in injury and she stayed away, leaving these labor to the fairmen. But, she wasn't living in her palace anymore. She'd be the Fairman for the few days, weeks, they'd be here. Kneeling beside Ben, she thought for a moment then her eyes trailed to a nearby river. "Risky, but we could fashion the ropes into a bridle-rein and rope their snouts. Ride em to the river, let them tire themselves by fighting the current and us. They'll tire and we could lead them to the Ranch, where we could break them." Ali suggested, taking the rope hooked to her side and changing it from a lasso to the fashioned makeshift bridle-rein. "Course, this means.. we have to jump on them. And work quickly to wrap their snouts. It hurts to fall of a Varacytl at its speeds, imagine getting bucked off then they attack." She said, standing.

"Or, if these men have a type of sedative. Tranq gun, tranq bomb. Or a coating," Ali slid back down the hill to the wagon to open her bag, pulling out her collapsed bowcaster then pressing a button to unclasp it. "As crazy as it may sound, I don't have sedative arrow tips.." she huffed. "Remind me to invest in some when we get home."
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Post by Ben Kenobi » Fri Jun 04, 2021 5:12 pm

He went with Aliclair back to the wagon and fetched up his rope. Looping it around to gain some slack he took it up in the air for momentum and released, hitting his target. Repeating this action several times he knew he was as ready as he was going to be. Ben had a specific notion to not use the Force when doing this, these men had not used it and had tamed their guarlara just fine, he was determined to do the same. “I’ll make sure to remind you.” He replied, “A sedative would have helped a lot here but we’ll make do without it. I think getting them to the river and tiring them out is the best course of action for now.”

The Master moved back to the hillside where he viewed the terrain better. It seemed the guarlara were terrain locked. To the south stood a cliff wall, to the east was a river and beyond it the plains land, to the west lay the river and beyond it the swamps and Ben and Ali were on the hill to the north. They would be ambushing the herd and either way they went the animals were heading towards a river on either side. Aliclair had pointed out a good plan.

That taken into account, the Jedi Master rounded the hilltop with his lariat and kept low to avoid being seen. Fortunately the grasses were tall and while he had not been thinking about it the winds were a breeze running to the north… the guarlara would not smell their approach.

He eased very carefully down the hillside and on occasion he would make a move to alert the critters before him but with great patience he waited once more for their guard to lower and again he’d move in. Closer and closer now he edged until he was within striking distance. From here he waited for Aliclair. “On you. I’ll follow your lead.”

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Post by Aliclair Austjor » Sun Jun 06, 2021 1:53 am

Aliclair walked alongside her master, equipping the gloves given to her. This would not be easy whatsoever, but, were missions ever easy? She looked at the herd, seeing which one was more convenient to nab. As the guarlara rested on about their morning, Ali spotted one that was on the more ebon-violet pelt and it peeked her interest. Slightly bigger, more bodied. Inching in, she glanced back at her Master to see if he spotted the guarlara he had his sights on capturing, she pushed her legs to get a running start, and to jump onto the equine's back. Her push her silent, with no uprising until she landed on the broad back of the much larger beast.

He slammed his fore-hooves on the ground and attempted to toss the strange human off his back, but to no avail; Ali hang on tight, clenching her teeth then looped the rope bridle around it's snout. The rope tightened and secured, pulling back the separated reins to tie them together, but this only pushed the equine go harder, and the rest of the herd rose to abscond from the captors.

Aliclair's guarlara let out a strained neigh as it rose to all four hooves, and tossed his head side to side, up and down, and even bucked, jumped. Aliclair used a mixture of the rope reins and her legs to stay on his back, even a few methods she witnessed the Fairmen do with their breaking process. The large creature finally figured bucking wasn't going to work, so he took off. She gripped to the rope and leaned forward to keep control. The guarlara moved rough, but it was quick. Not as fast as her Varacytl but it was a fantastic beast to be mounted to. She'd pet it, but focus was a big thing here. They reached the river, where the beast took a large leap. This caused the apprentice to briefly float up, and with a rough landing, her body collided with the back of her creature. She let out a growl, her grip tightening on the rope as the air from her lungs were knocked out. Then she felt herself slip to the side.

She gasped as she began to slip, and pulled, but an ache formed between her scarred hands and strained wrists. The guarlara felt Ali slip, and gave a final attempt, rearing to its back hooves, and this caused her leg to slip off its side. But, her grip never left, despite the pain. She dangled off the side of the equine and he took off once more, but heading to the other side of the land. That's not what Ali needed him to do! Bracing, she pulled the rein so the guarlara's head was forced to turn to the left, toward the opposite direction of the river, and with his head facing her way, she gripped rein so when he fought against her pull, she was pulled back onto his back securely. The feminine exhaled sharply and shakily. She could feel the equine starting to tire out but just like it's rider, he did not give up. He dashed in the direction of the river, met with the water's rapids and beating against him. Ali kept him on this course, correcting any turns.

This went on for a solid 45 minutes until Ali could feel the literal fatigue dripping off her beast. He offered no more resistance, and Ali took this moment to pet his large neck. She was also tired, but, her combat training also helped her endurance, to push on even when knocked down many times. The guarlara gave a gruff nicker, but continued to walk the river until Ali pulled the rein to lead to the grass, so he could eat. "My butt hurts.." she grumbled.
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