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[Farnyr]

Midvinter, home of the Valkyri, was a harsh and cold place. Especially in the regions without any civilization. Nothing but snow with the occasional tree or forest as far as the eye could see. There wasn't much variety in the landscape, especially not in winter, which was most of the time, with only a couple warmer months. Every now and then small specs could be seen on the horizon. Sometimes they were travelers, sometimes they were animals, sometimes even Hrothwûrms. Those were the only things that ever broke the monotone appearance of the landscape. Small dots on the edge of the horizon. Farnyr, the man who lived near this landscape, inside Drâkboerk, a dark and gloomy forest in which Farnyr has spent the last twelve years of his life. He hasn't met any other sentient being in those twelve years, most likely since the Drâkboerk is a rather dangerous place, filled with bloodthirsty predators and other ferocious beasts, which makes going there a risk to one's life which many aren't willing to take, since there are other roads that go to the same places that only require one to four more hours of travel without the risk of getting attacked by a Frir, or worse, a Hrothwûrm. It made this place a very lonely and quite forest, which just added to its mysterious atmosphere.

Farnyr had spent a very long time in this forest. Every day of the last twelve years of his life have been spent here, but not today. Today he had embarked on a journey. A journey to some place with life, a place where other Valkyri lived, where he wouldn't be alone anymore. He had gotten tired of waking up every morning in the forest, all alone, with only his Frir friend to greet him when he went hunting for food. The other reason was that he wanted to finally learn about the thing that had been plaguing him for the past twelve years. A thing called 'Sith'. He wanted to know what a 'Sith' was and where he could find more of them, so that he might finally get his revenge on them. Those were the two things that had driven him away from this place to seek out others who might be able to help him in his quest for revenge.

By the time the sun had reached its peak Farnyr had already walked until the forest was only a black line on the horizon. He was a bit exhausted and the cold had also stolen some of his strength, but he was still managing to keep up a good pace and if he had to, he would just unpack the things he had taken with him and make a small camp so he could get a bit of rest. When dusk came he would do that anyways, since it was unwise to travel at night. Bandits or other creatures might attack him without him noticing, but when he was resting he could notice someone approaching, since he only had a light sleep and would notice if someone were to approach. And like that, Farnyr made his way through the desolate and cold landscape of Midvinter with only his things and his companion Frir, waiting for some sign of civilization thanks to which he could find a way to civilization.

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[Judah Lesan]

Cold! Judah hated the cold. Sure he experienced all four season she he was at his lake home on Coronet Peak on Corellia, but Judah was not there often enough to have to deal with the wintery conditions of the mountain. This was some type of pay back his wife had somehow arranged. Thoughts were often on his red headed Corellisi when they were away. Seeing her again was the one thing which made him push past his limitations and survive some of the worst encounters. Some saw attachment as a bad thing, something to avoid, a path to the dark side. Judah knew it was possible when priorities were out of balance, but for Judah, [member="Katara Starkos"] was his main stay, the one who saw him through, even when she was not present. She was his world, his hope, Katara was his light.

Thinking about her made the cold seem bearable. A ripple in the force had brought Judah to the cold world. There were few times Judah could say such a ripple had bothered him so much. A sense of destiny grew with each step. As odd as that was, it was true, though Judah had never been one to believe in such a controlling matter as "Destiny." A man made his own choices, and those choices sent a man on a path. A journey of his own making was the definition Judah would use when asked what he believed destiny was.

Dresses for the weather in his typical attire, and an added parka for warmth, Judah perused the market place of the spaceport he was in. There would be others joining him later as it was not advised to travel alone in the cold. A small tent designed for three men was fixed to a pack slung over Judah's back along with a sleeping bag and rations. There was something, or someone, to discover. Judah knew it.

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[Lord Gaius]

Ubrikkian Q3-R Landspeeder | IG-17 MagnaGuard | Hasjo Hallu's Outfit | Barloz-Class Freighter​

Magics Bane decelerated as it shot forth from out of hyperspace. The old Barloz-Class Freighter was owned by a man, the one and only Lysle Rigger. Currently a criminal in the Inner and Mid-Rim territories, with connections in the Outer Territories. Once in his life, Lysle had been the Emperor sitting upon an Empire of thieves, smugglers, slicers, slavers and all sorts of treacherous people. Those days were over. He was older, his empire crumpled by his own daughter who now ran his criminal underworld. Hasjo had met him on Tatooine, the both of them captives of Zoora the Hutt. They had spent a month in captivity together before Lysle escaped, and soon after Hasjo's rescue had been the result of the former smugglers dash for freedom. Now Lysle worked for Hasjo, piloting him wherever he need go. And the IG-17 Magnaguard that Hasjo had kept from his time in the Republic Navy didn't make it any easier for Lysle to feel comfortable in the presence of a Jedi.

Hasjo marched through the cargo bay, glancing to the speeder bike that had served him since his early days as a padawan. Only for him to reflect on his age, how quickly he was growing. He pondered not he feeling that it was only yesterday he was at Ossus, but, no. That had been seven years ago. So long ago, and so far to go ahead of him. The Jedi Knight ran a delicate hand over the bike and proceeded towards the bow of the ship. The Magnaguard droid stood at the cockpit of the vessel, guarding the smuggler within from any outside threats were anything to occur. Entering through the smooth sliding of a white metallic door, Hasjo sounded his greeting. The viewport revealed the world of Midvinter before them. The freighter descending through atmosphere and clouds with haste, the ship jostling under the pressure of re-entry. The Nautolan found himself welcomed to the sight of a landing port, the vessel coming into with a smooth landing. Lysle glancing over his shoulder to wish the Nautolan good luck.

Hasjo marched back into the cargo bay. Sliding into the comfortable, leather seat of the Ubrikkian speeder, he re-familiarised himself. His large, webbed hands curled around the wide-spread handlebars that hung from the ceiling. His feet gently upon the floor, his right foot sitting over an accelerator. The holographic display before him came to life, revealing the imagery taken by the outboard cameras so as to allow him to see where he rode. Slowly he paced forward and left, down the ramp and into the bitter cold. The wind welcomed him with a slap to the face. The Nautolan was naturally adapted to extreme environments, but there was no environment as cold as this in the oceans of Glee Anselm. He was here, tasked to find the happenings of a Sith believed to be in the system. That was Hasjo's main objective as a Knight. He was regularly the man they sent for such missions. To track down and bring back wanted criminals. He slammed his foot to the floor when he made it onto solid ground. The engine roaring with the likeness of a dragon. He shot down the street, barrelling out towards the wastelands.

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[Lok Jorunn]

Zooming through the blackness of space in a lone freighter, Lok geared up. The rugged little starship held half a dozen lifeforms, only one being a Jedi from the Silver Order. "Coordinates correct, Jan?" The Valkyri called out from his quarters to the soldier piloting his vessel. "Jan?" He called out again, snapping his utility belt on over his heavyset parka and thick winter clothing. Being from this very planet, he knew almost everything there was to know, especially the climate and fauna. "Yeah! Sorry, was jamming." The broad shouldered man shook his head silently in amazement at how a pilot could listen to rock music while sending a bucket of bolts towards a planet. "Focus, dammit." He muttered under his breath, not really wanting to harp on the pilot about his habits, and it didn't really affect the outcome anyways.

"We're hitting the upper atmosphere." Jan reported, steering the vessel downwards to put the nose of it facing the ground. "Need any of us to tag along with you?" By then, Lok was fully adorned in winter gear and felt as if he could jump from the vessel and land, unscathed. "Nah, just keep comms open on our channel. Swap to channel 34XY if interference is an issue."

"Roger."

The Valkyri had to stop for a moment. Was he really talking like this? Most of his people didn't even know what a comlink was, and here Lok was telling a soldier about switching channels and environmental interference. His Jedi training and whatnot must've definitely made progress. He even had his own command of a portion of Sixth Battalion, of which a little squad was sent to deploy out here with him from their outpost on Orto Plutonia. At least they were used to the cold too. "Groundside in 2 minutes, landing near the Far North."

"Good. Don't let any of the locals get near and try not to make contact. These people are easily spooked, especially if I'm back." He said, starting to walk towards the landing bay doors.

"Lok." Jan leaned from his chair a little.

The man stopped. "Yeah?"

"Good luck out there."

The Valkyri smiled and was already out of the door before Jan could ask if he'd heard him. With a cylindrical object in his hand and a man to find, he set off towards the town.

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[Farnyr]

A short while later the sky got darker and it began to snow. Farnyr wasn't bothered by the snow. He had a fairly thick coat made of Älk fur on him, as well as a lighter coat made of leather. Both were fairly protective against the cold, but it still got through, so the cold was not something to be taken lightly. If he didn't stay alert, he might get caught in the middle of a snowstorm without setting up a small protective camp and by the way the snowing was intensifying, it would seem there was one approaching. Recognizing this, Farnyr put down his backpack and unpacked a couple things like a greater, folded fur-coat and a couple rather thick and straightened sticks. He rammed the sticks into the ground after clearing the ground a bit. After that was done, Farnyr threw the Fur-blanket over the stick-framework, making it a sort of roof and a wall, to protect Farnyr from the cold wind as well as the snow. His pet, the Frir, also went underneath this protective construction. Even though the Frir was used to the cold, a snowstorm could even be fatal for an animal used to the cold.

By the time the sun was no-longer visible, the wind had increased and the snowing intensified. If it wasn't for the stick-blanket construction and the two layers of fur-coat, Farnyr would have probably already frozen to death. It was hard sitting here like this, knowing that the storm could continue for days and with limited food-supply. If Farnyr wasn't lucky and if the storm didn't end by the time he ran out of food, he would most likely starve, since he would not dare touch his Frir. The storm raged on and Farnyr decided to sleep a bit, to get some rest. He was slightly concerned about the snow and that it might bury him, but he knew his Frir would wake him up if that were to happen. The Frir had done it a couple times in the past already, so this time would most likely not be any different. With that in mind, he closed his eyes and slowly dozed off in his little protecting shelter.

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[Judah Lesan]

The wastelands were not a place for someone to venture alone, but Judah was anyway. He was drawn to a presence, one that kept telling him to press onward. There was no reason for a speeder when the force was an ally. Besides, Judah rather enjoyed the snow at the moment. The cold was a different matter entirely. He knew the window of time was short in the wastelands, but he also had a sense he didn't need long. The goal was to follow the sense he had all night if he had too. There would be nothing to hinder him. Judah was determined.

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