New Columbia
Pi'oke'Kaw'ko, Border Territories
Kaw'Fi'Bena, approaching her twenty-eighth summer, was proud of her achievement - minor though it was. With three warriors and ten trappers, she had held Pi'oke'Kaw'ko for three suns and four moons against the encircling Ura. The tactics that the moon-haired warlord had employed meant that nobody could get in or out of the circular log palisade. Getting a messenger out was impossible and so was foraging. Fi had done what she could for the twenty-eight inhabitants of the outpost but three had been killed by gunfire and three more had died from the poor conditions. Musket fire and arrows had kept the Ura torch parties from setting any major fires but ammunition was swiftly running low and Fi doubted her outpost would last another day. The eldest daughter of Kaw'Dok'Bena, one of the respected elders of Mi'che'Kaw the Kaweni capital, Fi had been honoured on her twenty-fifth naming day with responsibility for the Kaweni's northernmost settlement and she would not disgrace her family by giving in meekly and hoping for her life. As another torch party was seen to be assembling, bigger than any of the previous ones, she braided her raven hair and adorned it with funeral beads. The last of the ammunition was handed to those with muskets and fighting axes were given to the twenty-two remaining at Pi'oke'Kaw'ko. A pair of archers picked away at the approaching torch-bearers while Fi gathered everyone else to charge out of the palisade. She said a quick prayer and told her warriors to leave the moon-haired warlord for her.
Midday had been accompanied by a deluge of animals fleeing from the north. Captain Dugholm and the rest of the Royal Sirenport Expeditionary Company initially rejoiced and felled a selection of the wildlife for their meat. Another half-hour's march, however, had revealed the source of the animals' fear. The cracks of musket fire came in short but furious fusillades which, to the few experienced soldiers of the group, had the familiar ring of platoon volleys. There were too many firelocks to be a hunting party and after a while the fearsome war-whoops of tribal fighters could be heard. Though the revelation that Pi'oke'Kaw'ko was under attack was hardly good news, many amongst the party were relieved that they were not too late as they had been at Ja'che'Kaw'to.
Captain Dugholm organised the fighting members of the party together and ordered the hunters to protect those that remained. Weapons were handed out and brandy issued to harden the spirits. However, as Captain Dugholm prepared to lead his group forward to the aid of the Kaweni, it quickly became obvious that the Ura were withdrawing. No doubt intimidated by the sudden arrival of the colonists, whatever savage chief led the Ura had decided to save himself and his warriors by beating a hasty retreat. Triumphant, though admittedly feeling a little silly, Dugholm ordered the weapons stowed away and the march quickened to reach Pi'oke'Kaw'ko as soon as possible.
No sooner had Kaw'Fi'Bena finished her prayers and readied herself for a warrior's death had the action ended and she found herself observing the withdrawal of the enemy which, only moments before, had seemed likely to slaughter her whole outpost. She uttered a quick thanks and snapped off a few exhausted orders to her warriors before setting about discovering what had caused the retreat. She ascended her watchtower, the central structure of the outpost, and looked out to the south. A staggered convoy of white men and women and some pack animals were huffing their way nervously towards Pi'oke'Kaw'ko and Fi noted thankfully that they carried the red and gold banner of the southerners and their King Beyond the Seas.
Travelling up a steady incline, it would take some time for the colonists to arrive and Fi used the time to inspect her outpost. The elders of Mi'che'Kaw considered Pi'oke'Kaw'ko a considerable achievement, the high-water mark of their empire. Fi often wondered if they would feel that way if they ever saw the remote little settlement with their own eyes. Dwarfed by the great, grey mountains it sat at the foot of, Pi'oke'Kaw'ko served a double purpose - first as a place of refuge for Kaweni hunters that ventured north, second as a listening post to keep an eye on the Ura - who the Kaweni considered a more dangerous threat than the white men could ever be. Consisting of four huts of wood and mud, a log palisade, and the central watchtower, Fi's outpost was hardly impressive to look at but it had held firm against the Ura and that was all it needed to do. A quick circuit of the palisade brought good news, a covering of damp moss on the upright logs of its construction had kept the palisade wall from sustaining any fire damage. There were a few abandoned torches to be collected, along with arrows jutting out of the moss. The Ura had taken their dead and wounded with them, so there would be no plunder to collect. It didn't matter, Fi was just grateful that she and her charges had survived the struggle.