The Soldier
Location: Manda'lor
Outfit: This
Equipment: Blaster Rifle, 2x Blaster Pistols, Beskad (damaged), vibrodagger, 3x thermal detonators
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Ijaat Mereel
He had been putting this off.
Coming to Manda'lor. Visiting the restored homeworld of his ancestors. It was something that he did not feel compelled to comply with, his father had sought out a different path for Tarw in seeking a Jedi life for him. Tarw was walking his own path, rejecting the Jedi life for becoming a soldier. Seeking out revenge and ensuring justice was given to his father.
However, something wasn't working as well as he had planned. Tarw was using his mother's beskad that she had left him when she passed, but recently he had noticed the blade was not as sharp as it had once been. It was chipped and it was not the quality that it had once been. What Tarw hadn't realised was that the way he had been training with the beskad, the way he was using the sword was damaging the blade. He hadn't completed his beskad training with his aunts so he was guessing how to wield the sword.
But he was living in ignorance and believing that it was simply needing repairs and figured there would be someone around to ensure the quality of the blade was higher than it currently was.
Exiting the hangar, Tarw looked around. The planet of Manda'lor was something that he was not sure what to expect. It didn't feel important or momentum for Tarw but he felt something. He certainly could feel some energy of this planet that resonated with him. There was a connection here but Tarw put it away, he was not a Jedi, a Force User, he was not a Mandalorian, he was a soldier like his father. That was all he would allow himself to be.
Heading over to the forges, Tarw approached a smith and coughed to grab their attention. "I need a beskad restored and potentially reforged, the quality might not be high enough." Tarw stated firmly, the Mandalorian looked at him curious.
He wasn't in Mandalorian armour and he didn't carry himself as a Mandalorian so it was a fair look. Pulling out a family code, Tarw tapped the code in and his mother's family tree was revealed. "My mother was Mandalorian. It was her beskad that she left to me. It is not stolen beskar." Tarw reassured the smith.
"Ain't me you need to talk to then. Over there, they can help you with this particular issue. The blade shouldn't be bad quality... Not unless your mother messed around with the beskar." The smith noted before gesturing Tarw to move on.
Tarw followed the direction and approached a new smith working at the forge.
"I was told you could help me with my beskad."
Outfit: This
Equipment: Blaster Rifle, 2x Blaster Pistols, Beskad (damaged), vibrodagger, 3x thermal detonators
Tags:
Ijaat Mereel
He had been putting this off.
Coming to Manda'lor. Visiting the restored homeworld of his ancestors. It was something that he did not feel compelled to comply with, his father had sought out a different path for Tarw in seeking a Jedi life for him. Tarw was walking his own path, rejecting the Jedi life for becoming a soldier. Seeking out revenge and ensuring justice was given to his father.
However, something wasn't working as well as he had planned. Tarw was using his mother's beskad that she had left him when she passed, but recently he had noticed the blade was not as sharp as it had once been. It was chipped and it was not the quality that it had once been. What Tarw hadn't realised was that the way he had been training with the beskad, the way he was using the sword was damaging the blade. He hadn't completed his beskad training with his aunts so he was guessing how to wield the sword.
But he was living in ignorance and believing that it was simply needing repairs and figured there would be someone around to ensure the quality of the blade was higher than it currently was.
Exiting the hangar, Tarw looked around. The planet of Manda'lor was something that he was not sure what to expect. It didn't feel important or momentum for Tarw but he felt something. He certainly could feel some energy of this planet that resonated with him. There was a connection here but Tarw put it away, he was not a Jedi, a Force User, he was not a Mandalorian, he was a soldier like his father. That was all he would allow himself to be.
Heading over to the forges, Tarw approached a smith and coughed to grab their attention. "I need a beskad restored and potentially reforged, the quality might not be high enough." Tarw stated firmly, the Mandalorian looked at him curious.
He wasn't in Mandalorian armour and he didn't carry himself as a Mandalorian so it was a fair look. Pulling out a family code, Tarw tapped the code in and his mother's family tree was revealed. "My mother was Mandalorian. It was her beskad that she left to me. It is not stolen beskar." Tarw reassured the smith.
"Ain't me you need to talk to then. Over there, they can help you with this particular issue. The blade shouldn't be bad quality... Not unless your mother messed around with the beskar." The smith noted before gesturing Tarw to move on.
Tarw followed the direction and approached a new smith working at the forge.
"I was told you could help me with my beskad."
