Lost and Forgotten

[Drace Solus]

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Noon had just passed when the Mandalorian's ship touched down on the snowy surface of the planet and the sun was already beginning to set. He knew nothing about the place besides its location, having traveled to it by following coordinates given to him by a friend. He'd needed a place to lay low for a few days, let things blow over before running back out into the world. Of course, Drace had let a few people know that he was gonna be MIA for a bit, so they don't think he got captured or something like that. As if the Republica was crafty enough.

From the atmosphere, the planet had looked intriguing. A tundra littered with pinkish trees, some orange hued, and breath-taking mountains. It was not unpopulated, though he only noticed a few villages from far away, as well as some random shacks here and there. Drace landed the freighter in the only clearing he'd spotted, and damn near crashed into a few trees. After the rough landing, he clambered out of the ship, glad to finally breathe some fresh air. The journey here had lasted about two days already, and the atmosphere in the freighter was growing stuffy.

His helmet was off for once; the Mandalorian had felt like he was suffocating in there, and the helmet certainly hadn't helped. He'd grabbed it with him on the way out, as well as his rifle, pistol, and beskad, though he'd left the grenades in the ship. He couldn't see why he would need them here.

As the doors to the freighter hissed shut behind him, he looked around at the mesmerizing landscape. He spotted a shack about a hundred meters away, his gaze almost hopping over it. Drace began the long walk toward it, figuring he had nothing better to do.

He spotted minimal wildlife, though there was the odd rabbit or deer, though the deer here did not look like those in Mandalore—they had four pairs of ears and were white as snow, some bearing black lines on their backs, which he would later figure out were the males. The forest was surprisingly loud for its lack of fauna; birds chirped, hidden up among the leaves, the bushes rustling every once in a while, either because snow fell or a prey animal fled.

The Mandalorian, helmet on, rifle holstered around his back, walked up to the door of the hut. He was not worried about its inhabitants being hostile—who would attack him here, in the middle of nowhere? His beskad hung off his belt, as much a weapon as a symbol of status showing he's Mandalorian, as if his armor wasn't enough. He lifted one gloved hand and knocked on the heavy wooden door, then waited.

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[Caran Malo]

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For most people in the galaxy, this lifestyle would be complete and utter hell. A life in which one had to traverse through thick snow drifts and harsh gusts of wind. There weren't any official spaceports or the derelict convenience items and shops that could be found even on the edge of the outer rim. For all intensive purposes this was a frosted wasteland. Home to a rudimentary alien species, and a few minor human and core species adventurers or researchers. Kriff, the planet didn't even have a name, let alone did news about the state of the galaxy reach these areas. It was perfect to lay low, if you were really that desperate to be away from everyone and everything you had ever known.

This planet had strange sightings, and aurora that lingered throughout the air. Nature and the force ruled this land, everything else was simply a vessel within its domain. The locals had believed that mystical god and spirits, dark force demons and presents lingered within the confines of these trees. Caran couldn't really put a finger on it, he had seen the effects that the dark arts could have on a landscape or any organic entity during his time with the Empire. Was it really a primordial force entity that even the likes of the Sith or the late Jedi had never known about, or was it a sinister and insidious creature or being in play?

There were those within the villages who had been ostracized for believing that metallic gods came crashing from the heavens, full of sinister men that took away members of the villages for experiments. While the shamans believed that their dimension had begun the emergence with that of another, thus the arrival of demons like himself to this plane. These creatures were friendly with the former Imperial, though they kept him at arms length. He would help them during lookouts, but mostly kept to himself. Things were starting to pick up in these lands, a few humans had arrived within the year he was here..making him question if it was his arrival that caused certain entities to come searching for him. The two graves that clung to the frozen earth, was enough to point that the Empire had at one time cared to track him down, but it had been close to nine months since the two agents had arrived.

Time was hard to manage here, days melded into months, which melded into a year of his life spent on this hell hole. Everything about the galaxy had melted away from his mind, only his day to day survival mattered. He had begun to collect his supplies to head out for a trip to a river a few miles away, when the sound of a tap against his door could be heard. His crisp blue eyes shifted towards the door as he picked up his outdated and sluggish blaster rifle--creeping his way towards the door. He peered through the window to see the familiar armor of a mandalorian. Hmm...

He reluctantly opened the door, his rifle pointed towards the floor, "Can I help you?"

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[Drace Solus]

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The door swung open slowly, Drace's eyes flying up to see who was behind it. A disfigured man stood there, the barrel of a rifle pointing down at the wooden floorboards, its very tip pointing out from behind the door. The Mandalorian unbuckled the chin straps of his helmet slowly and lifted it off his head, in a gesture of respect. He held it in his left arm, his rifle occupying his right. "I sure hope so," he replied, his hair messy and looking like it hadn't been washed in days. "I was given coordinates to this planet by a fellow Clan member, and assured that this would be a good place to lay low for a bit to avoid Imperial forces." Drace realized this man likely was not up to date in Galactic news. "I was part of a trio that blew up the Imperial palace and leveled an entire sector," he added, grip on the rifle tightening just in case this man was not sympathetic to the cause. The Mandalorian was ready to defend himself if needed, but he doubted the stranger cared much for Galactic drama.

"May I come in?" he asked, stepping up on the porch and stopping in front of the door so the man could open it wider. If let in, the Mandalorian would take his shoes off and put his rifle by the door, as well as his helmet, then find a seat on whatever couch was closest to him. It was beginning to grow cold outside, night slowly setting in, and he needed to warm up.

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