Character
Warm dusk light filtered through the dense canopy of the forested planet, casting long, soft shadows across the worn but resilient armor of Rynar Solde. His silhouette crouched atop a moss‑covered outcropping — the muted hiss of his exhaled breath and the distant squawk of a native bird were the only sounds.
Beskar plating — the "Solde‑pattern" scout build — hugged his frame. His visor's night‑spectrum optics flickered briefly as he surveyed the world below: an ancient Mandalorian ruin, half‑sunken and forgotten by time, where he had come seeking scraps of history, whispers of a creed he no longer claimed.
Beside him, the pale‑grey nexu known as Cupcake padded silently. Her reddish‑spined fur glinted in the last light of day — loyal companion, recon partner, reminder of survival and strange mercy.
Rynar's data‑slate lay open in his gauntleted hand, text displaying archaic Mandalorian glyphs he'd only recently decoded. His fist tightened around the device, the knuckles showing faint wear. He muttered to himself, quietly: "Knowledge preserved through strife." The sigil etched on his cuirass echoed that thought.
A flicker in his peripheral vision caught his attention. A soft crunch of leaves. Not entirely unexpected — old ruins attract more than explorers. He didn't lower his weapon. The Valken‑38x long‑blaster lay ready. The forest held its breath.
Beskar plating — the "Solde‑pattern" scout build — hugged his frame. His visor's night‑spectrum optics flickered briefly as he surveyed the world below: an ancient Mandalorian ruin, half‑sunken and forgotten by time, where he had come seeking scraps of history, whispers of a creed he no longer claimed.
Beside him, the pale‑grey nexu known as Cupcake padded silently. Her reddish‑spined fur glinted in the last light of day — loyal companion, recon partner, reminder of survival and strange mercy.
Rynar's data‑slate lay open in his gauntleted hand, text displaying archaic Mandalorian glyphs he'd only recently decoded. His fist tightened around the device, the knuckles showing faint wear. He muttered to himself, quietly: "Knowledge preserved through strife." The sigil etched on his cuirass echoed that thought.
A flicker in his peripheral vision caught his attention. A soft crunch of leaves. Not entirely unexpected — old ruins attract more than explorers. He didn't lower his weapon. The Valken‑38x long‑blaster lay ready. The forest held its breath.
