Become Fremen

Coming to Caladan and telling the Atreides to take control of the spice production on Arrakis was only a formality. The Atreidis moving to Arrakis had been going on for a few weeks now. 

Duke Leto had sent one of his trusting Lieutenants to Arrakis the week before; Gurney Halleck was the only one left by his side. The man loved the O.C. Bible; at times, you would find him reciting it and reading a poem from it, the damned book. 

On the mysterious Planet Arrakis, in the enigmatic city of Arrakeen, ships could be seen descending to where the shield wall used to be. For now, it was down to allow the entry of the Atreides vehicles, ornithopters, and battle gear, even water, a source of power here on Arrakis, mainly controlled by the smuggler known as Bewt. Many Fremen locals, their hearts pounding with anticipation, saw this, and they hoped this was the sign of the coming of the one. 

Duncan Idaho spent a few days In Arrakeen and realized that his Duke would need help from the Fremen. He also heard of folklore surrounding a group of people called the exiled; some Fremen child had warned him of crossing blades with a red one, saying if you see them, don't run and don't try to hide. Not even Fremen go that far south. 

After some time, Duncan Idaho deduced he needed to go South to one of the Sietches. he traveled the desert of Arrakis for days. But he did not find the Fremen; it wasn't until he was about to die from thirst and almost returned to Arrakeen that he saw movement in the hills nearby; a man came down from the hill. 

It was a Freman. The man had blue within blue eyes. This was the first time Duncan had seen such a thing. He had heard of them, but to see them was another thing. " You are not Harkonnen," he said. 

" Harkonnen, no, no. I am Duncan Idaho, Lieutenant to house Atreides; I came to speak with your leader," said Duncan with a hurried breath. The sun's heat was beating into him, but he was still well guarded, his hands drifting close to his blade, ready to attack. 

In the distance, he could see many more Fremen come out of the ground; he now realized that he was being watched; all this time, he was not alone; they could have killed him anytime, and he now realized his vulnerability to them. A thought came to him. The Fremen are dangerous.

A man's voice came from the crowd. He wore a stillsuit, and on his face was a beard filled with desert sand. But his blue eyes spoke one word:' Fremen.' 

" I Have seen and killed Harkonnens. This one is not one of them; you are different, you walk differently, and you seem to know the dangers of this world. 

So you serve a different master, Atreides, you called them, " Stilgar finished as he looked at the man before him, analyzing, trying to see more than he saw now. 

Duncan Idaho felt the eyes move as they watched him. I must be careful with my words, he thought. He swallowed his spit, and you could hear a big gulp.

" And you must be the leader of these people," said Duncan. " I have been looking for your people for days but could not find them?" 

" We allowed you to see us," said Stilgar. "Okay, but why reveal yourselves?" Duncan asked. A silence hung in the air. " The answer is rather simple: to kill you. You have crossed into our lands, our desert." Duncan Grabbed his blade from his hip and pointed it at Stilgar. 

" But you came for Diplomatic allegiance, have you not?" Stilgar asked, " Yes, I have. " responded Duncan Idaho as he looked around, surrounded by the Fremen. 

A silent panic swelled in his heart. But another voice came from behind the crowd, and a man with black skin and hair like a black sheep came in. On his face was a mask with blue, glowing eyes. They won't trust you, he said. 

" They don't trust Outsiders, but they do trust their own. You must become Fremen. You must become one with the tribe," Jamis said as the other Fremen made way for him. As he passed them, they whispered. Even Stilgar was surprised by this event. The Red Fremen had not been seen in over three years. Many thought them dead. 

" You are an exiled. What do you mean I need to be Fremen?" asked Duncan. There was anticipation in the air. " The old way and the only way, you must fight for your life." 

A Fremen man exited the crowd, stood before Duncan, and took out his Blade. In the crowd, Stilgar said, "You wish for Allegiance. You must become Fremen. You must serve two masters; your water will belong to us." 

Jamis watched from the distance as his mask analyzed Duncan. It was watching how he fought, and it would engrain it in the suit, and he would know how to fight an Atreides soldier. 

In the circle, two opponents looked at each other and started circling one another, looking for a hole in their defense. The Fremen man attacked first. He swung his blade horizontally and stopped midway to stab, but Duncan evaded to the side and kicked the man's arm.

As the man was about to fall, he sent his right leg to kick Duncan, and it succeeded, but Duncan fought himself halfway through the fall. And when he was not paying attention, a blade came for his neck. At the corner of his eye, he saw the sharp crysknife come into his preferable view, and he swung his head back last minute. At the same time, He swung his blade and parried the attack.

The opponent interlocked his hand one with Duncan's while his blade was in hand above his head, coming down on Duncan, but Duncan used the opening to headbutt the man and push him back. Duncan felt a warm liquid go down his nose. Blood was now going down his lips, and an iron taste came to his tongue as it seeped into his mouth. 

He had never come so close to dying. The only time he felt this way was when he fought the Sarduakar. 

The Fremen man became frustrated, and he lunged at Duncan, but he evaded to the side, kicked the man's leg once more, and crouched down to slice his calf. Blood came from his stillsuit, and he went behind the man and stabbed him in his nape, making a quick death. 

A smirk played on Jamis's lips. 

" A worthy death of a Fremen, now you must dine with us. Lok was one of our best, and you have beat him; that speaks for something, " said Stilgar. 

Jamis walked to a tired Duncan Idaho, and said, " Be ready in one week. My king wishes to meet you. " as Duncan heard King, he became annoyed by the word. The time of kings was over. There was only the Emperor and his Dukes; he saw the Red ones become more of an Opponent if he did not tread carefully. He needed them to be friends. 

But then something hit him, like a baseball bat to the ball. The Red ones were looking for him specifically, as opposed to the Regular Fremen, who only came to him when he walked into their lands. ' Something much bigger is occurring here on Arrakis, ' Duncan thought.