Lets go to the andamans.. and meet the sentinelese...
Esoteric isolation, help.
The Bageta had seized control of lower end of the island, while the Onga were driven to the smaller island of Siliphus. There they thrived, establishing a small society isolated from the outside. They made jewellery of linked metal, salvaged from overturned ships. The choppy waters surrounding the Island, kept intruders at bay, while those that survived the waters were met with stone spears and war cries.
It was said, where they lived, the Onga.. where you were one of them, your stomach never went hungry. But if you were one of the unfortunate who were not with them, you became the feed that fed them, on the desserted island that they called their home.
Meanwhile on the main island, the Bageta found that the military they had come to love, since it's help was vital for their win over the fearsome Onga was beginning to be the arm that was rotting. The incident that sparked the hate was when Colonel Mount held a party at the now abandoned Onga totem centre. Some of the prominent familes of the Bageta kingdom mingled freely with the most ranking officers of the millitary. And while they ate delicacies and drank the wine of the seven islands the coalition had won, few noticed an excited Colonel Mount grab at Saro Sena the wife of the only surviving Old Cheftains.
It wasnt a surprise that it was she, that was to excite the Colonel. Her skin made of smooth ebony and her bottom shaped like the classic vase. Her eyes were blackened with kohl and her hair braided and bracketed with shells from the seas. And while she froze at the Colonel's touch, others that held their kingdom's chastity at the end of their swords quickly stepped forward, still unsure on whether the move one of hostility or merriment.
The men of the millitary were quick to respond, forming a quick oval around the crowd. Convinced that this was hostility, the Bageta prominents drew out their assortment of swords and stone weapons. It didn't take long for the military to draw blood of the Bageta bourgeoise, it didn't take long for the Colonel to spawn with the Bageta woman.
And while the Onga greeted the Bageta with stone spears specifically aimed at the hearts of the enemy that stole their home, the millitary feasted on the sorrows of the dying Bageta men and women. They waited for the Onga to launch a counter attack. The Onga never did. They lay content in their barren land, feeding on the flesh of those following the alluring scent of mystery and exploration.