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HOTH
The journey to the frigid north had been most unwelcoming, especially from someone who had been a native of Serenno for a majority of his adult life. It was strange, though once he grew accustomed to the harsh climates, he enjoyed the cold for he would say it awoken his soul and kept him at his absolute best. In between assignments, he had decided to venture to the remote icy world for some personal gain and to learn more about a culture that intrigued him greatly, The Deucalians. He had met one of their kindred some time ago and even managed to help this individual hunt down some large game he desired for meat. Unfortunately, the vessel they were searching did not end up panning in the manner he anticipated.
During that trip however, something sparked his interest about this nomadic race of individuals. Sure, he had heard of Darth Kravos' dealings with them and he had personally murdered several in his first assignment as a lieutenant along side the Dark Lord. However, a small fly in his gut told him that the Deucalians would have a large hand to play in the future of the galaxy, and he'd be a fool to ignore his instincts.
Arriving in the heavy snowfall, he was clad in an unrecognized ebony duraplast/steel armor cloaked over with white furs to conceal himself in the snowy terrain. His devastator rifle was strapped to his back while he kept his usual assortment of carbine pistols x 2, fragmentation grenades, and a collpasible vibroknife well hidden on his body. Eyes peered from underneath the helmet as he soon approached a settlement, naturally receiving a hostile response. Weapons were likely drawn upon him, while he could only muster a crooked smile as he tossed a small bag of credits onto the snow in front of those rushing to greet him. "Food, and beer"..
@Black Noise