The Solus clan had been nomadic for some time. Ever since they had fallen from power hundreds of years ago, Mandalore bombed and glassed, they had never been able to call a singular place home. Especially with the FWA, the prospect of their people claiming territory for themselves had been pushed aside so they could be a part of the peace and support each other in the alliance. For his people, they haven't felt the FWA's gracious hand support them in a vast amount of time and it was at a point in the galaxy where it was time for the Mandalorian's true nature to come out.
Nox found himself on Bandomeer, an outer-rim unclaimed territory that was occupied by various races and tribes. He sat on top of a land speeder in the desert and on a dune, his legs over the flanks as his feet rested in the sand, his arms crossed over one another on the handle. He wasn't alone as he was accompanied by another Mandalorian by the name of Cyrus. It was a fellow Solus and it brought comfort to him to work with another one of his clan. Mandalorians were a rare sight and fellow Badgers were even rarer. The heat would bear down on the two of them and would be an indication of what was to come as they had a long trek ahead. If they wanted to find the sand people or have the sand people find them, it would only be in the deep regions of the desert.
A helmeted head turned toward the direction of the fellow Mandalorian, "There are reports of raiding activities around the canyons. We should try our luck there first. Maybe, by chance, they'll find us and cut out the work." Another reason that Nox was glad for a fellow Solus was that there was a chance that it could all go south the moment they met. While most sand tribes were mostly just protective of their land, it varied from tribe to tribe. Nox had met both sides of the spectrum, his armor bearing some of those marks. The Mandalorian checked his chrono, "Have a few more hours before the sun begins to fall." His helmeted gaze then flicked over to Cyrus, silently asking for his thoughts. It was both their lives at stake if it didn't pan out.
@Painus
Nox found himself on Bandomeer, an outer-rim unclaimed territory that was occupied by various races and tribes. He sat on top of a land speeder in the desert and on a dune, his legs over the flanks as his feet rested in the sand, his arms crossed over one another on the handle. He wasn't alone as he was accompanied by another Mandalorian by the name of Cyrus. It was a fellow Solus and it brought comfort to him to work with another one of his clan. Mandalorians were a rare sight and fellow Badgers were even rarer. The heat would bear down on the two of them and would be an indication of what was to come as they had a long trek ahead. If they wanted to find the sand people or have the sand people find them, it would only be in the deep regions of the desert.
A helmeted head turned toward the direction of the fellow Mandalorian, "There are reports of raiding activities around the canyons. We should try our luck there first. Maybe, by chance, they'll find us and cut out the work." Another reason that Nox was glad for a fellow Solus was that there was a chance that it could all go south the moment they met. While most sand tribes were mostly just protective of their land, it varied from tribe to tribe. Nox had met both sides of the spectrum, his armor bearing some of those marks. The Mandalorian checked his chrono, "Have a few more hours before the sun begins to fall." His helmeted gaze then flicked over to Cyrus, silently asking for his thoughts. It was both their lives at stake if it didn't pan out.
@Painus