Valkyrien Aurelios
Searching
The outer rim was not always the friendliest place, not to strangers. Most worlds were stuck in their own little cultures most of the time, either left untouched by the greater galaxy or simply unwilling to change. Val had always found that somewhat charming, howe every world was different and unique in its own way. He liked it, the stark clashes of culture that existed here, unlike in the Core where every other storefront was a McYoda’s or a Galaxybucks.
Here everything was different, simpler, maybe even easier. Val often traveled to these worlds, moving between villages and passing through just to give himself something to see. The small villages upon these worlds had modern technology of course. Speeders, holo-TV, all sorts of things, yet there was still something a bit more rustic about these places. That was why people visited, to get away from it all, to relax, if only for a little while.
Of course, the trouble in places like this was the lack of law. There was no CoreSec here, no governing police force, so when something went wrong...like the murder of a young woman for instance, the villagers tended to take matters into their own hands.
That very fact was currently Val’s problem.
He had been traveling through this sleepy little village on his own, using it as a stopping off-point before heading out into the nearby city. A days walk from the village was a large canyon, beautiful sight with a naturally carved sort of bowl that enhanced acoustics. A natural concert hall really. It was an interesting natural phenomenon, one that he had explored days earlier just for the fun of it. Of course on his way back he’d stopped at the village, seeking rest and sustenance.
That was where the trouble had begun.
One of the girls had the inn had flirted with him for most of the night...or perhaps he’d flirted with her, he couldn’t quite remember. Either way, the girl and him had gotten along well. The trouble came in the next morning, when the girl had been found dead.
The villagers, in their wisdom, had of course immediately decided that Val was to blame. He was an outsider, he was last seen with the girl, and thus it had to be his fault. The logic was straight enough, though of course Val had no in fact harmed the girl in any way at all. In fact, in his memory they had parted on quite good terms, albeit she had been walking a bit funny. Of course the villagers hadn’t wanted to listen to him, he was a murderer after all, and before he could even defend himself...the villagers had struck him with a stun blast.
When he awoke Val had found himself within a durasteel cage in the center of the town, chains wrapped around his wrists, neck, and feet. Two days had passed since then, not a word from the villagers, not a meal, nothing. His eyes followed every person that passed by, one fiery orange, one icy blue, both seeking for just a moment of...something. He needed food, he needed water, and most of all, he needed out.
Here everything was different, simpler, maybe even easier. Val often traveled to these worlds, moving between villages and passing through just to give himself something to see. The small villages upon these worlds had modern technology of course. Speeders, holo-TV, all sorts of things, yet there was still something a bit more rustic about these places. That was why people visited, to get away from it all, to relax, if only for a little while.
Of course, the trouble in places like this was the lack of law. There was no CoreSec here, no governing police force, so when something went wrong...like the murder of a young woman for instance, the villagers tended to take matters into their own hands.
That very fact was currently Val’s problem.
He had been traveling through this sleepy little village on his own, using it as a stopping off-point before heading out into the nearby city. A days walk from the village was a large canyon, beautiful sight with a naturally carved sort of bowl that enhanced acoustics. A natural concert hall really. It was an interesting natural phenomenon, one that he had explored days earlier just for the fun of it. Of course on his way back he’d stopped at the village, seeking rest and sustenance.
That was where the trouble had begun.
One of the girls had the inn had flirted with him for most of the night...or perhaps he’d flirted with her, he couldn’t quite remember. Either way, the girl and him had gotten along well. The trouble came in the next morning, when the girl had been found dead.
The villagers, in their wisdom, had of course immediately decided that Val was to blame. He was an outsider, he was last seen with the girl, and thus it had to be his fault. The logic was straight enough, though of course Val had no in fact harmed the girl in any way at all. In fact, in his memory they had parted on quite good terms, albeit she had been walking a bit funny. Of course the villagers hadn’t wanted to listen to him, he was a murderer after all, and before he could even defend himself...the villagers had struck him with a stun blast.
When he awoke Val had found himself within a durasteel cage in the center of the town, chains wrapped around his wrists, neck, and feet. Two days had passed since then, not a word from the villagers, not a meal, nothing. His eyes followed every person that passed by, one fiery orange, one icy blue, both seeking for just a moment of...something. He needed food, he needed water, and most of all, he needed out.
