Ven Tortuga
Character
[member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Philip Rock"]
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The mission wasn't meant to be or become complicated, though times and plans change. This might just become one of those times that plans didn't follow schedule, heck all plans didn't fall schedule. Though, it might be much, much different this time around.
The mission was to rescue Ven Tortuga, Retired Republic Lieutenant who was left for dead upon Dathomir for over a whole year. Ven had only been in contact with Zoltan once more recently, Ven wasn't a trusting guy that was one thing ever since his best friend had betrayed him in the Republic Military during the Invasion of Courscant. Ven believed that Zoltan plus some random soldiers were coming so caution was advised. Ven had been in seclusion for over a year, and this changes men, twists them around the devil's finger at times.
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Ven walked towards the ruin of a ship he once was on. A fur bag, possibly made from the local wildlife, was strapped over his shoulder with meat in it. This was just like any other day, as Ven was returning from his morning hunting and scouting expedition. After all, their was just so much one could do when trapped upon a island on Dathomir. Ven's eyes were locked upon the ship ahead of him and then he walked into the ship where the ship was tron in two when it split through the atmosphere. Wires and metal plates were still clinging to the parts that had blown off of the ship during the split while other parts were scattered about the ground. Ven threw the bag onto a metal table and then walked over to a metal table with a stained hand-drawn map with a thin charcoal shard in hand and he began to draw out landforms upon the map.
Each day Ven found something new on the island and each day, he had to change the map.
Ven kept the charcoal shard upon the map and then took off a stray black jacket he was wearing revealing a black ballistic vest with a black shirt on underneath following black jeans and cargo pants. Ven preferred to wear black as it helped with stealth at night. He pulled a leather journal out of the jacket's pocket and flipped to a page that was drawn on the previous day.
"Day 601"
Is what the journal read. Ven read over the contents and then threw the book to the ground and walked out of the crashed ship with a custom-crafted sword in hand
Something was wrong, Ven felt it. Will, more as he heard something nearby..the rustling of feet. But the question was, what was coming toward him?
Come out, I don't..bite!
Ven yelled to the trees in frustration and anger. Whatever was waiting turned and ran away. Ven then chuckled to himself. It was a animal, an animal! Ven then proceeded to stab the sword into the soft muddy found as it had recently rained. The cold wind began to bite at Ven's exposed skin but he didn't mind one bit. In fact, he enjoyed the cold. His silver eyes closed as a wave of cold air began to run over him, calming him.
