Unique among the warring factions, the Kee-shiwapi are highly adaptable. Constantly deprived of water and shade, they have evolved to thrive in the harshest of climes: the Laaki Desert. Their bodies are lithe, their armor thin and flexible. Light of foot with keen eyes, the Kee-shiwapi prefer to wage their war from a distance. Their MagiKs, as their warlocks call it, enable them to surprise their enemies without ever being seen. Their striker rifles and sonic bows fire mysterious, havoc-wreaking projectiles and if they are caught in a close quarters skirmish, they are hardly unprepared: each Kee-shiwapi carries a long knife imbued with the MagiKs gifted to them by what they believe to be a god. A harbinger of the sun, they say, a deity wrought by searing heat and glaring light. But whether by the will of their metal god or a more innate endurance, the Kee-shiwapi withstand an enemy onslaught as resolutely as they would a sand tempest.
