Varg Filtrian had left everything behind to travel on his own and make hopefully make something of himself. Though he tried first his hand at survival, as that had been the thing much needed at this point due to him being basically forced from his own home and everything that he knew. It had all come so suddenly, but he had not been more ready, or so he thought. Growing up in Mandalorian society his sense of survival was practically instilled in him when he was a child, and so his first task of hunting and foraging to feed himself had not been much trouble.
Varg traveled far from his home, the distance could be exaggerated due to the mountains that once shrouded his former home as the sun set were now on the opposte side and the snowy tops shining off and almost blinding him when he would look at it. The orange-ish hue from the sunset was being blocked due to the tall trees and their many branches. He knew what this meant, and shelter had to either been found or made, or he could continue his journey onwards.
Lord Vanno arrived with his vessel to Mandalore at the sense of a new force user. Hopefully he doesn't get lost himself looking for the youngling, or so Vanno thought based on sense of the power level.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Jul 28, 2016 5:13:17 GMT
Varg had built himself a shelter deep in the forest. Sticks, bark fiber, and furs were used to keep it upright and somewhat insulated from the elements. The sun was going down, and Varg decided to go for a quick hunt. Carefully trekking down the icy hills and through the dense foliage, looking for animal tracks. He found a set of prints in the ground that looked to be from a creature of a good weight. Carefully following the tracks, he came across fresh dung. The warrior looked up, and in the distance he saw a decent sized shatual, a four legged creature native to Mandalore, and is well known for being a savoury dish at feasts. Varg braced against a tree and quietly raised his A280C, sighting in on the space between the animal's neck and forward shoulder. Releasing a breath, Varg pulled the trigger, and a crimson blast erupted from the rifle and found its mark. The creature only ran a few yards and then dropped in pain. He came to the shatual's body, it's life slowly fading, and buried a knife in the base of the creatures skull. The sky went from being a deep orange to more of a pink-purple, night time just a short while away. Varg heaved the creature onto his shoulders and made his way back to camp, hoping to make it before dark.
Varg returned and proceeded to do what was necessary tot he creature. Though it was a quiet night, almost unnaturally. But that feeling could be due to the sense of him escaping away from his previous life, or quite possibly a predator had caught a smell of the fresh kill. But the sun soon set fully and it was almost fully dark except for the glimmer from the sun due to the shining of the moon.
Vanno turned his engines off and let his ship orbit the planet, hoping to possibly get a better understanding of situations. His ship, The Retribution, had an enhanced communication and sensor array which helped him listen in on the planetary communication, hoping maybe someone might report on some unnatural incident, or maybe the mention of the force. At least he tried to listen as much as possible before getting the urge to take action.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Jul 28, 2016 6:06:31 GMT
Varg started a fire and put a chunk of meat on a spit. The rest was wrapped in the animals hide and buried beneath his shelter to preserve it and keep it hidden. He threw all of the various organs and viscera a good distance from his camp site in the hopes that it would sate the appetite of curious predators. The warrior sat on a log and opened up his datapad, glancing at maps while rotating the meat every few minutes or so. In the back of his mind, he was worried a wandering patrol or hunters from one of the several warring factions might come across his campsite and either recognize him, or go back to their settlements and mention his location. He moved the map around, trying to find a city that had both a decent spaceport, and a good chance of going through without being detected. Varg was getting off this planet, no matter what. He couldn't spend the rest of his days in the woods like a vagrant, nor could he return to his home-city. Sure, he could try to settle somewhere else on the planet, but he knew he could not live peacefully with any of the factions on this planet.
One way or another, the Mandalorians, the Death Watch, and the Jai'galaar rebels were all to blame for the death of his family, the slaughter of many brothers and sisters, and the conquest of his city. They were all guilty attacking the neutral city of Cin'ciri'oriya. The Mandalorians attacked because they felt those who were not with them would eventually be against them, and the Jai'galaar rebels held the same idea. The Death Watch were just a bunch of radicals who attacked anyone who wasn't them. The city offered many geographic advantages, which is why it was so sought after. Varg finished reminiscing, and looked at his tusk-horned helmet; a reminder of the life he was severing. He looked back at his datapad, and decided that come morning he would make for Keldabe to try and make it off-world. His food was finished cooking so he began to eat very quickly as to try and rest before his journey the next day.
His scene felt cozy, and Varg felt almost at ease as he was reminiscing and trying to decide where his journey might take him. He did hear the echo of branches crack and some growls in the distance. Most likely predators who came for the guts of the newly skinned and prepared meal.
A blaster bolt came suddenly. charring and cutting part of his meal in half. It was either luck or bad aim on whoever had been gunning for Varg that did that, or it might have been on purpose to scare Varg off.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Jul 30, 2016 7:32:57 GMT
"Fierfek!" Varg grunted as he dove to his helmet and put it on. Turning around to face the direction of the blaster bolt, he brought his lightsaber to bear, the deep emerald blade flashing to life with it's signature snap hiss. He grounded himself, knees shoulder's width apart, knees bent, his lightsaber pointed out in front of him with both hands, ready to face his threat.
Two more blaster bolts shot. One from in front of him, except it missed, or it was purposeful. The second bolt came from behind him and hit him in the back where all of a sudden his muscles cramped up and he could barely move from the pain of being stunned. The second shot was a less-than-lethal blast to incapacitate him.
Something smelled horrible as he fell down barely able to even flex his fingers. His hut was burning, the first bolt didn't miss, it was aimed to start a fire where all his valuables, that weren't on him, were stored and now burning.
Footsteps were from all around, it was a whole troop of people. One looked over and the helmet it wore was familiar, Deathwatch. But Varg turned his head to look around and from what he could see none of the others had helmets or insignias to assign them as Deathwatch as well. The one over Varg laughed in a harsh tone, that seemed to be masked by the helmets automatic voice changer. The Deathwatch mando stood up and look around before whacking Varg harshly with the butt of his rifle right across the face. Loosening a few teeth in the process and causing a large bruise that swelled up on the upper part of Varg's cheek.
Post by Darth Varúlfur on Jul 31, 2016 5:47:50 GMT
Things went dark. The next thing Varg knew, he was at home with his family, and his mother Shrejla called from the kitchen that supper was ready. His two sisters Arana and Ri'ye came from upstairs, accompanied by the youngest brother, Kad. As strange as it was, they appeared to be older. His old girlfriend Bes'la was joining them for supper too, it seemed.
Varg walked to the mirror in the dining room and looked at himself in the mirror; the reflection showing his current age.
"What is this?" Varg thought to himself. There was no way this could be real. How could this be? They were slaughtered during the taking of the city. Varg looked in the reflection, his family sitting down at the table, ready to begin the meal.
"Are you going to spend all evening admiring yourself in the mirror?" His mother joked. "Come, sit. There will be plenty of for vanity after you eat." His father Vorik chimed in.
Varg sat down, and watched his family talk. Kad, Arana and Ri'ye were explaining all of the new things they had learned, and gloated of their success during a group hunting trip with their mentors. Their parents responded with congratulations and pride. After much laughing and discussion, Varg's mother put her hand on his.
"What's the matter? You haven't touched your food." She asked, concerned. "It's nothing. I just missed you all so dearly." Varg choked, putting resting his hand atop his mother's. "What's gotten into you today cyare?" Besh'la asked. "We have plans to meet up with our friends in the city, remember? We don't need to be sidetracked by your eventual appetite" she joked.
Varg smiled warmly, and picked up his fork to eat his food.
And a split second later, an explosion was heard. Varg shot up out of his seat, hand on his lightsaber. Another explosion brought the walls down around the dining room table. He shouted for them all to get down, but before they could, blaster bolts came from the smoke all around them, killing his entire family. He ignited the lightsaber, anger swelling within him as he saw his family dead, face first in their dishes. From out of the smoke came a figure that appeared to be an armored opponent. It charged at Varg. He managed to feint forward, then taking a step back and swinging the saber from left to right, bisected the enemy. Several other figures came from the smoke, and fueled by rage, Varg viciously cut them down. Varg shut his eyes, his left hand balled into a fist and shaking.
When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the battle torn dining room. He was in a nondescript stone room, a strange grey-white haired middle age gentleman standing before him, his back facing him. Figures in black cloaks entered and exited the room, seemingly straight through the walls.
"You! Where am I?" Varg grunted. The man seemed startled by his presence, turned and extended his hand with great speed, blasting Varg with some unknown force. Varg crashed through the stone wall, and everything fell back into darkness.
Darth Xaos: Talk to ya later, mate.
Sept 6, 2017 16:51:17 GMT
Darth Strigus: Alright, gotta head out. Nice chatting, though, see you soon
Sept 6, 2017 16:50:43 GMT
Darth Xaos: I might just check those out. I've definitely never read/watched any murder mysteries with such an unexpected setting.
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:24 GMT
Darth Strigus: Found it by coincidence, too. A friend found it in a sauna, knew I liked Rome, and gave it to me for secret santa. I started in the middle of series, but they're stand alone, so it's basically fine
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:22 GMT
Darth Strigus: If you like either one, I'd definitely recommend them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:42:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: It's called Roma sub Rosa, by Steven Saylor. It's a bunch of murder mysteries that are set in Ancient Rome, so it combined two things I love
Sept 6, 2017 16:41:33 GMT
Darth Xaos: Oh, yeah? What series is it?
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:56 GMT
Darth Strigus: I'm in the middle of a series now, though, so it might be a bit before I start
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: I might just go with NuCanon. As much good as I've heard about Thrawn, it'll probably just be hard to keep everything straight going forward
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:14 GMT
Darth Xaos: I'd say start with the books from the '90s since that's where it all began. Unless you'd like to jump right into the NuCanon in which case any of them seems a fine place, I've heard good things about most of them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:39:18 GMT
Darth Strigus: I've never read any of the Star Wars books, oddly. I'll have to give them a shot. Any starting place you'd recommend?
Sept 6, 2017 16:38:01 GMT
Darth Xaos: Just finished Dark Disciple and it's given me an itch to read a bunch of the the NuCanon books.
Sept 6, 2017 16:37:23 GMT