Just Matt Now
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The final colony, a moonless world of typical size and gravity, occupies the same orbit as Kushaa'vo. Always on the opposite side of the system's twin suns, the world of Tesaeran is largely deserted now. The site of some of the most ferocious kith feuds leading up to the creation of Sith Sjet and the beginning of the Unification War, this once-verdant world is now a scorched hellhole perpetually frozen in a state of nuclear winter. Its vast cities lay empty and broken, townships abandoned, and orbital elevators nonfunctional. Tesaeran is ringed by ruined naval vessels and long-deserted defense stations, the halls of which are lined with the dead and the damned.
Further ruining the world is a terrible Echo in the Force, encompassing both Tesaeran and the space surrounding it. The agony and dread felt by the millions who perished on Tesaeran are experienced by anyone who ventures close; so strong is the Echo that some Kushari have been driven insane merely by setting foot on the world's frigid surface, caked with a thick layer of ash from centuries of fallout.
As such, it is the location of Des'maroth S'shen - the walk of the evil man. A form of capital punishment rarely enforced by the Kushari military and reserved only for the most horrific of crimes, the 'Walk' involves depositing the condemned on Tesaeran's surface in an escape pod with a suicide ampule and minimal food and water, forcing them to proceed through the world's capital city to the orbital elevator - where the Echo is strongest. If they make it, they can escape using the systems there though this is widely believed to be impossible; of the hundreds of Kith leaders and soldiers convicted of unforgivable war crimes after the Unification Wars, none survived the walk. Indeed, to this day, there is no recorded instance of any criminal surviving this form of punishment, with most consuming their ampule within a few hours of their arrival to the barren world.
-Jiang Winters
Sitting in the passenger seat of a shaky and loose freighter was not how little Simba had planned to spend his thirteenth birthday. Though he knew, despite his father trying to impress that he was going to be okay, that there was a certain death that he would soon have to face. The young Kushari would be partaking in the Des'maroth S'shen, yet he was not evil, nor yet a man. The world of Tesaeran was once a beautiful and boisterous planet that was home to all of the Kushari of old. Though after the wars, it was known for a place that no man should ever have to witness. Stuck in a perpetual abyss, the planet should be destroyed. Though that was not the Kushari way, it was not the Mandalorian way. They would use this planet for those who have broken their code, those who have wronged their species terribly, and those men would die in agony.
This was the destination for the Verd'goten, the rite of passage set upon him by the very codes and laws little Simba had honored to uphold. His mind was no where else...
The freighter was nearing the opposite side of the system where the planet had been for centuries past. His father sat across from him, a dutiful and strong man. The strongest he had ever known, or seen. He knew this was important to not only him, but his father. After being set a code and law, bound to respect and honor it as such, to just be asked to sit still and lay down as their tie had come. This was something that Simba's father could not do. and so a new set of rules and codes would catch his attention, that of the Mandalorian way. Similar to that of Sjet, though now he is not asked to lay down.
The look in the man's eyes was that of pure worry. A look and emotion that little Simba had never seen in his father before. He had never shown any other emotion beside compassion and courage. This is what scarred him the most, this is how he truly knew he was in for something real...