Lost.
That was what he was right now.
Lost and unable to figure out where he was.
Why was he on Naboo? He was exploring the planets of the Galactic Alliance. It was the least he could do if he was going to help defend these people. It had started on Sluis Van when he had met, Runi on the Refuelling Space Station with the other members of his Kiffar crew. They had been heading back to Kiffu then to return to Clan Moxla grounds.
Another time was when his Kiffar Crew wasn't available and he was forced to take public transportation. That was where he had encountered Kinsey, and they were passengers together until an announcement had taken them elsewhere.
There wasn't a particular order to his visiting of planets.
His goal was simply to reach every planet before he died. Whether of old age, or on the battlefield. He fought in Republic Space. Once for the people of Togoria, the other time for the Mandalorians that had become his brothers and sisters. To prove himself capable of combat. Of being worthy of the Mandalorian armour he wished to carry. To bring honour to his new family.
...
Was there honour in being lost on a planet you had never been to before?
He shook his head, he doubted it.
He was just outside of the Spaceport, his only companion were his two heavy blaster pistols, and the beskade on his waist. There wasn't much else that he had in his possession that he carried with him these days. Varien placed his hands on his waist, looping his fingers through the belt loops. He soon got the genius idea of taking his datapad out, and after pulling up the Theed City Map, he just stared at it.
"So if I'm here... I can get there... Wait? This way?" He shook his head. Surely his previous route had been there the previous night. Erased maybe? Was that a detour sign? "But then it'll take too long..." There was a loud groan, perhaps too loud as his arms dropped to either side of him.
Plenty of cussing ensued in his native Kiffar language.
[member="Viktoria Norduin"]
That was what he was right now.
Lost and unable to figure out where he was.
Why was he on Naboo? He was exploring the planets of the Galactic Alliance. It was the least he could do if he was going to help defend these people. It had started on Sluis Van when he had met, Runi on the Refuelling Space Station with the other members of his Kiffar crew. They had been heading back to Kiffu then to return to Clan Moxla grounds.
Another time was when his Kiffar Crew wasn't available and he was forced to take public transportation. That was where he had encountered Kinsey, and they were passengers together until an announcement had taken them elsewhere.
There wasn't a particular order to his visiting of planets.
His goal was simply to reach every planet before he died. Whether of old age, or on the battlefield. He fought in Republic Space. Once for the people of Togoria, the other time for the Mandalorians that had become his brothers and sisters. To prove himself capable of combat. Of being worthy of the Mandalorian armour he wished to carry. To bring honour to his new family.
...
Was there honour in being lost on a planet you had never been to before?
He shook his head, he doubted it.
He was just outside of the Spaceport, his only companion were his two heavy blaster pistols, and the beskade on his waist. There wasn't much else that he had in his possession that he carried with him these days. Varien placed his hands on his waist, looping his fingers through the belt loops. He soon got the genius idea of taking his datapad out, and after pulling up the Theed City Map, he just stared at it.
"So if I'm here... I can get there... Wait? This way?" He shook his head. Surely his previous route had been there the previous night. Erased maybe? Was that a detour sign? "But then it'll take too long..." There was a loud groan, perhaps too loud as his arms dropped to either side of him.
Plenty of cussing ensued in his native Kiffar language.
[member="Viktoria Norduin"]