The Child of Myrkr (Mandalorian)

[Ak'lya]

Father's dead. That was all that went through Tarian's head. Father's dead. He ran through the jungle, dodging through the trees. Father's dead. The boy had heard something over here weeks ago, but Father had said to stay back. The vorskinrs had been pushed to home. And now, he ran to where the fight had been. Father's dead.

Something calling to him. He stopped. Talon peaked over his shoulder, and he smiled for the first time that day. Reaching down, he refilled the nutrients for the Ysalamir. Talon slid back down, content once again. Slower now, the boy in full beskar'gam moved to the battlefield. Maybe they could help.
[member="Preliat Mantis"] @Any other Mandos

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Tarian Keldau"] didn't know the dangers of the jungle. From the darkness of the trees and the writhing, scheming vines and trees of the jungle, slowly rose a predator lying in wait. He raised his knife, and then thought it odd that a Mandalorian would be running. He sprang forth, aiming to intercept the boy's movement, and tackle him to the ground. The knife was raised into the air.

"Name and rank."

Was all that escaped Preliat's mouth, as he went to tackle and pin the boy to the ground. Though, Preliat thought him an impostor.

 

[Ak'lya]

Needless to say, after a decade and a half of living here, Tarian had a habit of spotting movement. "Down!" He yelled to Talon, who scampered out of his pack, out of the way now as the boy hit the ground and rolled. Drawing his pistol, he readied it before seeing who it was. Mandalorian. "Tarian Keldau. Orphan." His voice, confidence barely showing through, was thin enough that [member="Preliat Mantis"] would be me to tell he was no more than fifteen. The handgun was put away.