Ferus was wandering the galaxy aimlessly for some time now, going from planet to planet looking for work. The Nebula Ranger had grown to be the Mandalorian’s home, and he was slowly growing accustomed to the company of actual living organics. His life had changed so drastically from the nostalgic but melancholic years of training under his father. Although nonetheless still lived within him the spirit of a man who wanted to forget all about credits and work, a spirited fragment of himself that believed his focus should remain solely on attempting to reorganize the people of Clan Vúlfur into a resemblance of their past glory.
These feelings had now driven Ferus to the atmospheric habitats of Bespin, wherein lived an agent of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild whom the Mandalorian had contacted through the HoloNet. The agent was a young and energetic Mythrol with a keen sense for business, which attempted at several turns to convince the Mandalorian to join the Guild. However, as the Vúlfurian repeatedly proved disinterested in his offers, the Mytrol eventually gave up the location of a rumored Mandalorian covert in exchange for some credits.
Coverts were not as hard to find as they were during the times of the Empire, where their secrecy was paramount to their survival. Ferus himself had encountered possible locations of a handful of these hidden Mandalorian groups, but none that matched what he was searching. However, as the Mythrol described the sightings of the Mandalorians of this particular group, the verdgoran was sure he had tracked his goal. Among the populace of Batuu, the rumor was that occasionally Mandalorians encased in finely-crafted armor of colored ferrous black and a magmatic red sometimes appeared, bearing the symbol of a mythosaur. Undoubtedly the trappings of Clan Vúlfur, these Mandalorians surely were descendants of the verdgoran tradition. Ferus smiled, his people yet lived.
The Nebula Ranger skirted the atmosphere of Batuu, a planet Ferus had never heard about until his recent meeting on Bespin. The world seemed to have once been a popular stop for those making the dangerous voyage to the Unknown Regions. However, the recent opening of new hyperspace routes turned Batuu into a forgotten backwater world. A perfect place for a Mandalorian covert.
Ferus could not help but feel a great deal of anxiety as he departed the Nebula Ranger. He knew little of the people he was searching for, perhaps their traditions because of the years of separation from Mandalore, or maybe they would have adopted the Way of Mandalore like many others. His mind raced with thoughts as is natural for his personality. Ferus attempted to think about all the possible outcomes of this meeting while he holstered his Peacemakers and dressed his helmet. The cargo ramp of the Nebula Ranger lowered, and the Mandalorian emerged into the unknown planet. The lowering ramp allowed the spaceport of Black Spire Outpost into view, an outpost named for the giant black trees that surrounded it and known for being a haven for smugglers, rogue traders, adventurers, and bounty hunters.
The Myhtrol on Bespin had contacted the Bounty Hunters’ Guild representative on Batuu in Ferus’ behalf, who had agreed to contact a hunter of the Mandalorian covert in order to set up a meeting in the local cantina. Ferus knew little about the layout of the city. Nonetheless, he paved his way through the crowds of aliens that rushed through the city. Bith mercenaries, Blutopian and Ithorian merchants, Devaronian and Weequay hunters, Lurmen mechanics, Toydarian scavengers, and even the occasional Wookie could be seen walking around in this oddly multicultural hub in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. However, Ferus could not see a single Mandalorian among the crowds. He could only hope that there would indeed be remnants of his people there and that he was not walking into yet another trap.
Ferus entered the cantina carefully, looking around the crowd. Not a single Mandalorian there, but perhaps his contact had yet to arrive. Deciding that he couldn't lose anything by waiting, the Mandalorian ordered a drink and sat on one of the empty tables, looking closely at the entrance for the hopeful appearance of another of his people.
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These feelings had now driven Ferus to the atmospheric habitats of Bespin, wherein lived an agent of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild whom the Mandalorian had contacted through the HoloNet. The agent was a young and energetic Mythrol with a keen sense for business, which attempted at several turns to convince the Mandalorian to join the Guild. However, as the Vúlfurian repeatedly proved disinterested in his offers, the Mytrol eventually gave up the location of a rumored Mandalorian covert in exchange for some credits.
Coverts were not as hard to find as they were during the times of the Empire, where their secrecy was paramount to their survival. Ferus himself had encountered possible locations of a handful of these hidden Mandalorian groups, but none that matched what he was searching. However, as the Mythrol described the sightings of the Mandalorians of this particular group, the verdgoran was sure he had tracked his goal. Among the populace of Batuu, the rumor was that occasionally Mandalorians encased in finely-crafted armor of colored ferrous black and a magmatic red sometimes appeared, bearing the symbol of a mythosaur. Undoubtedly the trappings of Clan Vúlfur, these Mandalorians surely were descendants of the verdgoran tradition. Ferus smiled, his people yet lived.
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The Nebula Ranger skirted the atmosphere of Batuu, a planet Ferus had never heard about until his recent meeting on Bespin. The world seemed to have once been a popular stop for those making the dangerous voyage to the Unknown Regions. However, the recent opening of new hyperspace routes turned Batuu into a forgotten backwater world. A perfect place for a Mandalorian covert.
Ferus could not help but feel a great deal of anxiety as he departed the Nebula Ranger. He knew little of the people he was searching for, perhaps their traditions because of the years of separation from Mandalore, or maybe they would have adopted the Way of Mandalore like many others. His mind raced with thoughts as is natural for his personality. Ferus attempted to think about all the possible outcomes of this meeting while he holstered his Peacemakers and dressed his helmet. The cargo ramp of the Nebula Ranger lowered, and the Mandalorian emerged into the unknown planet. The lowering ramp allowed the spaceport of Black Spire Outpost into view, an outpost named for the giant black trees that surrounded it and known for being a haven for smugglers, rogue traders, adventurers, and bounty hunters.
The Myhtrol on Bespin had contacted the Bounty Hunters’ Guild representative on Batuu in Ferus’ behalf, who had agreed to contact a hunter of the Mandalorian covert in order to set up a meeting in the local cantina. Ferus knew little about the layout of the city. Nonetheless, he paved his way through the crowds of aliens that rushed through the city. Bith mercenaries, Blutopian and Ithorian merchants, Devaronian and Weequay hunters, Lurmen mechanics, Toydarian scavengers, and even the occasional Wookie could be seen walking around in this oddly multicultural hub in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. However, Ferus could not see a single Mandalorian among the crowds. He could only hope that there would indeed be remnants of his people there and that he was not walking into yet another trap.
Ferus entered the cantina carefully, looking around the crowd. Not a single Mandalorian there, but perhaps his contact had yet to arrive. Deciding that he couldn't lose anything by waiting, the Mandalorian ordered a drink and sat on one of the empty tables, looking closely at the entrance for the hopeful appearance of another of his people.
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