The Hound of Keldabe
The Avril broke through concord's atmosphere with Strider Garon at the helm. The legendary warrior comfortably sat in the pilot's chair of the ancient amphibious gunboat. There were few places in the galaxy that the old man felt at peace and holding the yoke of his beloved ship was one of the few. The other would of been the Garon homestead outside of keldabe, but that is long gone now. Ash and ruins were what remained, just another scar in his history of many.
So many scars, so much hurt and pain, tragedies upon atrocities and yet still standing. Such was the stubborn ways of the mandalorian culture, didn't matter what life threw at them. Didn't matter how hard they were knocked down, they still found the heart and willpower to stand and keep fighting. Was the reason that as hard as some have tried, the mando'ade will never be exterminated.
Strider was a testament to that, his body littered with scars reading like a bible that preached a gospel of hard violence. Old age was something he did not believe he would achieve. Old age and all its glory, some say it was a honor and blessing that was earned. Arthritis sure as hell did not feel like a blessing. Nor was having to take a pill to enjoy the company of woman. Venerable was the word he would of used. He woke some mornings wishing that his brother Garrus had not saved him from certain death.
He rubbed the scar on his throat. Such dark thoughts vanished as he could hear the giggle of his grandson, Valen, sitting on his mother's lap in the copilot seat. Such reminded him that old age was a blessing, no matter what he had to suffer there was nothing more complete in the galaxy then being in the presence of grandchildren. Proof that Clan legacy and all that you are would carry on through them. Plus, that damned contagious laugh the child had could brighten the darkest of days.
Strider reached over " Come here Val'ika, Ba'buir need help with landing!" his voice, though gritty and rough was as soft as he could make it. He gripped Valen and revealed Mesh's hold on her baby as he moved the kid to his lap. Yes, not exactly safe practice and they probably did have baby seats for space crafts. But..... how was the kid going to learn all strapped up and protected like such.
"Look!" He pointed to the port side of the cockpit, they were flying over what looked like golden shag carpet, wheat fields upon wheat fields. It had been a few decades since Strider had traveled to this side of concord. Clan history dictated this was where it all started for them. A clone commando and his wife, accompanied by his squad mates, had built a simple farmstead out here, learned to work the lands and spawned Clan Garon. The last time he had visited the old homestead, it was nothing but a hollowed out ruin defeated by time. Mostly just foundation was evident that there was proper dwelling on it. The wheat was still in good growth meaning someone was still harvesting. The land itself was still the Clans, there were just one concordian family working it. They had their own home and instead of paying rent, they helped with the harvest and kept percent of the profits.
His Grandson would look out the window, but hands placed on the transparisteel in awe. "This here, all yours little man!" He turned his head to look at his daughter in-law and his son Aden who was in the backseat. "I meant to give this to you guys long time ago. All of it"
So many scars, so much hurt and pain, tragedies upon atrocities and yet still standing. Such was the stubborn ways of the mandalorian culture, didn't matter what life threw at them. Didn't matter how hard they were knocked down, they still found the heart and willpower to stand and keep fighting. Was the reason that as hard as some have tried, the mando'ade will never be exterminated.
Strider was a testament to that, his body littered with scars reading like a bible that preached a gospel of hard violence. Old age was something he did not believe he would achieve. Old age and all its glory, some say it was a honor and blessing that was earned. Arthritis sure as hell did not feel like a blessing. Nor was having to take a pill to enjoy the company of woman. Venerable was the word he would of used. He woke some mornings wishing that his brother Garrus had not saved him from certain death.
He rubbed the scar on his throat. Such dark thoughts vanished as he could hear the giggle of his grandson, Valen, sitting on his mother's lap in the copilot seat. Such reminded him that old age was a blessing, no matter what he had to suffer there was nothing more complete in the galaxy then being in the presence of grandchildren. Proof that Clan legacy and all that you are would carry on through them. Plus, that damned contagious laugh the child had could brighten the darkest of days.
Strider reached over " Come here Val'ika, Ba'buir need help with landing!" his voice, though gritty and rough was as soft as he could make it. He gripped Valen and revealed Mesh's hold on her baby as he moved the kid to his lap. Yes, not exactly safe practice and they probably did have baby seats for space crafts. But..... how was the kid going to learn all strapped up and protected like such.
"Look!" He pointed to the port side of the cockpit, they were flying over what looked like golden shag carpet, wheat fields upon wheat fields. It had been a few decades since Strider had traveled to this side of concord. Clan history dictated this was where it all started for them. A clone commando and his wife, accompanied by his squad mates, had built a simple farmstead out here, learned to work the lands and spawned Clan Garon. The last time he had visited the old homestead, it was nothing but a hollowed out ruin defeated by time. Mostly just foundation was evident that there was proper dwelling on it. The wheat was still in good growth meaning someone was still harvesting. The land itself was still the Clans, there were just one concordian family working it. They had their own home and instead of paying rent, they helped with the harvest and kept percent of the profits.
His Grandson would look out the window, but hands placed on the transparisteel in awe. "This here, all yours little man!" He turned his head to look at his daughter in-law and his son Aden who was in the backseat. "I meant to give this to you guys long time ago. All of it"