The Reaper of Won Shasot
Location: Outer Rim, Carlac
The frigid wind blew fiercly, whipping the white snow into a flurry around the young man. He zipped up his jacket further, the zipper having slid down slighty. Dax hated deserts...frozen or hot he hated them. In the distance he could see ruined tents and structures centuries old, remenants of what was once a Deathwatch camp, from the Clone War.
As Dax made his approach to the snow covered piles of cloth and durasteel he saw various boxes littered on the ground, of varying sizes. Most had been pried open, some simply smashed to pieces. To be honest Dax wasn't even sure what he was looking for. Some form of evidence or a clue, a hint of a trail to help him find the one who had killed his master. It was difficult...
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The frigid wind blew fiercly, whipping the white snow into a flurry around the young man. He zipped up his jacket further, the zipper having slid down slighty. Dax hated deserts...frozen or hot he hated them. In the distance he could see ruined tents and structures centuries old, remenants of what was once a Deathwatch camp, from the Clone War.
As Dax made his approach to the snow covered piles of cloth and durasteel he saw various boxes littered on the ground, of varying sizes. Most had been pried open, some simply smashed to pieces. To be honest Dax wasn't even sure what he was looking for. Some form of evidence or a clue, a hint of a trail to help him find the one who had killed his master. It was difficult...
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