Something Old, Something New

[Hoorex]

If there was one thing Regel hated, one thing at all, it was the goddamn heat.

Considering a series of outer moons surrounding Hoth had been home for the last two decades, the sentiment was understandable. So the question was how the hell did he suddenly find himself stranded in the middle of a mandalorian jungle. As he drenched his gear in sweat, the man removed his helmet causing him to immediately yell out in pain. The suns were so bright, even beneath the foliage, that vision without the protection of his visor in any direction was unbearable. Cursing his own maker as well as a handful of various gods, he blindly reached for his helmet to avoid permanent damage.

 

[Apollyon]

A'den watched the bumbling Wookie from the jungle, he half way smiled before quietly stepping out of the brush silently, behind him, an impressive feat seeing that he was in bus Beskar Alloy Armor. "If I wanted to I could have killed you at least a thousand times already." A'den said with a chuckle. "The name is A'den Fett, command instructed me to meet you in the jungles before taking you to Fett base camp. We are going to do a survival exercise recruit, follow me." A'den commanded with a smirk under his beskar helmet. "A new recruit a new day!" He thought as he lead the recruit desk within the woods to begin the exercise.

 

[Hoorex]

What had he got himself into, Regel thought again. If he had a credit for every time he couldve died, specifically by soliders hopping out of the brush, hed die a rich man. Grasping hold of his helmet, he quickly put it on and let a loud sigh of relief slip. As his eyes adjusted, he caught sight of the mountain of a warrior that stood before him. The man was blunt, and seemed to be no nonsense. Unfortunate, because Regel was all nonsense. Smuggling spice through the outer reaches of space does strange things to a mind.

Thats one way to say hello... erm... sir.

 

[Apollyon]

"Mandalorian hellos tend to be fleeting in these times, tell me...erm...what is your name kid?" A'den asked as they ventured further into the wilderness. "I know you want to know why we are doing this...I know you lived off of Hoth for a while, I know you smuggled illegal narcotics, the reason I know is because we have one HELL of a slicer back at base camp...and he checks everyone's background for me. So this test will show you what to expect! A Mandalorian will be required to fight in many different climates and they could vary from blistering hot, like today, or freezing cold, like Hoth. You must be prepared for anything, and you must learn to survive in ANY environment you enter! Do you follow me?" A'den asked as he chopped the overgrown vines down with his vibroblade. Stopping for a moment A'den removed his helmet and wiped the sweat off of his brow. "Here, you take point for a while, we will switch every thirty minutes, does that sound good to you?" A'den asked before taking a small swig from his canteen.

 

[Hoorex]

Regels default smirk wiped clean from his face as the stranger listed off his lifestory. As sarcastic as the kid was, he didnt like knowing less than the people he was with. It left him at a distinct disadvantage, and besides the possibly false assumption that Aden had raped and murdered his drill sargent in basic training, he knew nothing aboutt the Mandalorian officer. Taking his own vibroblade and haphazardly hacking away, he grunted.

My names Regel Gimmick, after my father. He was a poor musician, damn good pilot. Too bad he liked music and spice alittle more than he liked flying, might still be around otherwise. Im a loose cannon, but Im loyal...

For the next five minutes, Regel spouted off nonsense. Ending sentences with non-sequitors left and right. Beginning stories with endings, and adding choruses to his annecdotes. It was like a goddamn Tarantino flick.

...so the guy bets me five credits I cant neuter him before he shoots me dead and I finish two lines of spice before throwing the toy blaster at him, hit him in the eye, and give him a knee to the groin before he knows whats what. Turns out hes some offical on planet I-could-care-less, and I have the option of living life like a fugitive, military, or death. I pick option A, but wind up with B. Goddamn it.

 

[Apollyon]

A'den smoked his cigarette as he listened to the Wookie explain in.detail his life story, he didn't mind he made it a personal note to make his soldiers feel like they were a part of a family. "At least you were raised with a family kid...I got to watch mine burn alive along with the rest of my village back on Kiffu, I was only eight then. If it hadn't been for the Mandalorians I would have died back there, they took me in raised, raised me by the Resol'nare, they taught me to fight, they taught me to farm, but most of all they taught me what family means. Feel lucky kid, at least you didn't have to watch everyone you loved burn alive." A'den explained before flicking out the smouldering butt of his cigarette

 

[Hoorex]

Resisting the urge to tell Aden that cigarette smoke can kill, he aimlessly cut away at the vines.

Real mood kill there, boss.

His boots sloshed, and his ass felt like it was swimming, there was so much sweat. Distusting, really. The heat made his vision blurry, and his breath smell like bantha fodder.

What am I supposed to survive anyway?

 

[Apollyon]

"This, the environment, don't worry we are coming up on a pool of water soon." A'den reassured the Wookie as he carved through the evergrowing thickness of vines. Sure enough they stumbled into a pool of cool water. "Now becareful...the waters edge is always the most dangerous place...especially in a tropical environment." A'den warned as his studied the opposite bank for any signs of predators, seeing slide marks he grabbed the new.recruit. "See those? See how large they are? Those mean there is a rather large crocodilian here...somewhere. Which means we found dinner!" A'den said with a smirk. "Now here is the plan...I wade out into.the middle of the pond, and when that bastard comes for me you blast him until he is floating! We clear?" A'den asked before wading out into the middle of the pond and began splashing the water about to attract the predators attention.

 

[Hoorex]

This guy is out of his skull.

There was barely enough time to question the officers training methods. As Aden splashed about like a family of illegal immigrants on the log fume, Regel reached for his blaster. Predictably, a large reptilian creature emerged from the swampy depths. As Regel lined up the shot, a much smaller crocodilian snapped at his hand causing him to drop his weapon and scream in agony. Less than a second passed as the ex-smuggler composed himself, and dug his vibroblade into the creatures throat. It shrieked in pain, and the larger crocodilian which had originally been targeting Aden turned to Regel.

I guess thats the mom...

 

[Apollyon]

A'den reacted quickly, he leapt on the larger reptiles back and dug his thumbs into both of its eyes. The creature flung A'den from its back as it writhed in agony, creating massive ripples as it thrashed about. "Tue blaster! Throw me the blaster!" A'den screamed just before the creature submerged again, the hunt was on!

 

[Hoorex]

A'den reacted quickly, he leapt on the larger reptiles back and dug his thumbs into both of its eyes. The creature flung A'den from its back as it writhed in agony, creating massive ripples as it thrashed about. "Tue blaster! Throw me the blaster!" A'den screamed just before the creature submerged again, the hunt was on!

Berries aren't bad either.

The comment was sarcastic. Regel snatched his blaster out of the water and waded deeper into the swamp. His senses were honed, and he was not about to die in some goddamn swamp like a nobody. He'd sacrificed too much to still be alive to get eaten by an overgrown lizard.

A strange calm drifted over the swamp before a small ripple in the water just barely became noticeable. Regel didn't hesitate to light the swamp up after that, filling the water with an onslaught of blaster bolts.

 

[Needicla]

Utrump would hop off into the place they started from. Looking at the footprints they left behind, Utrump compared his foot to another one's, it was a Wookie!

Utrump started following the footprints, travelling alot of distance in the hot, hot weather. Utrump decided to stop for a rest in the middle of nowhere, he screamed as loud as he could "RAAARGH!!", Utrump didn't need help, he wanted food and water.

After his short rest, Utrump Snobacca stood up with his golden Mandalorian armor, continuing walking in the middle of nowhere, he kept hearing weird noises, blaster noises.
He knew he wasn't that far from any encounter, he just had to follow their footprints.
After a long walk, Utrump noticed vines that were cut from before, as if a sword cut between them.


Finally, a wookiee was standing upon him, he narrowed his eyes, giving an angry sigh, Utrump tried hard not to fight.
Utrump simply put his hand on Regel's shoulder "Hello.."
Utrump sighed, and looked at Regel's back-head.