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JASTER TANN
NAME VERUS FETT|JASTER TANN AGE 34 FACTION THE NERF HERDER'S ALLIANCE CURRENT RANK NERF ELITE
NAME VERUS FETT|JASTER TANN AGE 34 FACTION THE NERF HERDER'S ALLIANCE CURRENT RANK NERF ELITE
Adventures of the Damned: The Life and Tales of the Legendary Mercenary Verus Fett
Chapter 24: The Tatooine Years
I've been known by many names. Jaron Nasif, Joe Gutterson, Ari Kairel. I've lived many lives, and worn many more titles, been called many things. Someone once went so far as to call me a warlord. But others have called me a soldier. A brother. A mercenary and a leader. As head of the most legendary of Mandalorian clans, Aliit'Fett, most of the galaxy knew me as a Mandalorian, a son of the Taung and defender of the Resol'nare. Verus Fett was my name.
I have in the previous chapters shared with you many of my wars, but there are literally thousands left to tell of. While I have spent the majority of my life as a soldier, I have in my many adventures dabbled in other professions as well, and not all of them tied to the endless circle of violence that the galaxy is bound by. I remember with some fondness a time spent on a shitty backwater desert planet on the Outer Rim, known by the name Tatooine, where I lived and worked for a period, as a moisture farmer, and a nerf herder. It was a simple life, but nonetheless harsh and rough. Yet, I enjoyed them greatly as a reprieve from the toll life had taken on me.
It wasn't all pleasant, however, and it began with a bloodbath. A lot of good soldiers died on that planet. Including the man they called Verus Fett. A cadre of Hellfire PSD operatives were ambushed by mercenaries. While they fought them off, and protected their client, they took heavy casualties, including their commanding officer. Without its leader, HELLFIRE in time returned to its Mandalorian roots, being absorbed by the Mandalorian Underground, and once more treading on the path of the Old Ways. And Verus Fett? His body never found, the PMC and its new Mandalorian owners assumed him dead, missing from the world, greatly mourned by his brothers and sisters.
In his place, a moisture farmer and hermit named Jaster Tann made his appearance in the Dune Sea, a simple man who did his best to avoid drawing attention to himself. But as any man with a past, attention gravitated towards him, and unwillingly, Tann in turn gravitated towards conflict and strife. Such was his destiny in life. And gradually, glimmers of his past began to emerge into the view of the people of the Dune Sea.
I've been known by many names. Jaron Nasif, Joe Gutterson, Ari Kairel. I've lived many lives, and worn many more titles, been called many things. Someone once went so far as to call me a warlord. But others have called me a soldier. A brother. A mercenary and a leader. As head of the most legendary of Mandalorian clans, Aliit'Fett, most of the galaxy knew me as a Mandalorian, a son of the Taung and defender of the Resol'nare. Verus Fett was my name.
I have in the previous chapters shared with you many of my wars, but there are literally thousands left to tell of. While I have spent the majority of my life as a soldier, I have in my many adventures dabbled in other professions as well, and not all of them tied to the endless circle of violence that the galaxy is bound by. I remember with some fondness a time spent on a shitty backwater desert planet on the Outer Rim, known by the name Tatooine, where I lived and worked for a period, as a moisture farmer, and a nerf herder. It was a simple life, but nonetheless harsh and rough. Yet, I enjoyed them greatly as a reprieve from the toll life had taken on me.
It wasn't all pleasant, however, and it began with a bloodbath. A lot of good soldiers died on that planet. Including the man they called Verus Fett. A cadre of Hellfire PSD operatives were ambushed by mercenaries. While they fought them off, and protected their client, they took heavy casualties, including their commanding officer. Without its leader, HELLFIRE in time returned to its Mandalorian roots, being absorbed by the Mandalorian Underground, and once more treading on the path of the Old Ways. And Verus Fett? His body never found, the PMC and its new Mandalorian owners assumed him dead, missing from the world, greatly mourned by his brothers and sisters.
In his place, a moisture farmer and hermit named Jaster Tann made his appearance in the Dune Sea, a simple man who did his best to avoid drawing attention to himself. But as any man with a past, attention gravitated towards him, and unwillingly, Tann in turn gravitated towards conflict and strife. Such was his destiny in life. And gradually, glimmers of his past began to emerge into the view of the people of the Dune Sea.
JASTER TANN - NERF HERDER
Tann is a hermit living out in the dangerous Dune Sea of Tatooine. He survives by moisture farming as well as salvaging and nerf herding. He has minimal contact with other people, and as far as anyone on Tatooine knows, he is just another moisture farmer, albeit also a hermit. He knows better than most how to survive in the Dune Sea, and is said to have some trading contact with the Tuskan rider clans in the area.
FIGHTING
Tann, when pushed, utilizes a combination of different fighting styles and techniques for different situations. His repertoire includes military combat tactics, deadly military hand-to-hand combat fighting styles and parkour. Many members of the Sand People have learnt the hard way the price of pushing Tann.
MANDALORIAN?
Tann does no longer wear beskar'gam. He has discarded this in favor of simple olive drab fatigues, boots, and a sarape. While he still follows the resol'nare, it is more because of its coinciding with a standardized moral code of any soldier or warrior or ex-such, than out of any reverence to the Mandalorian culture.