Diodoros
C H A M P I O N
Lothal was a world the golden giant had never been to before. From what he’d seen so far it was nice. Legend has that the people here once gave the Old Empire a real kick in the ass. Something that’d certainly gain his respect, even if it’s been many centuries since. But Diodoros wasn’t on safari just to admire its rustic charm. He came because he’d heard tales of dangerous beasts within its wilds.
He was here for fun and recreation. Renting himself a speeder truck to haul the gear he took with him. Likely over packing, but he didn’t want to leave this world without a new trophy for himself back home. He could think of nothing more fitting for his estate back on Nal Hutta than a genuine Loth-Wolf to be the newest addition to decorate his home with. There was also that upstart Empire close by as well. Diodoros wouldn’t mind taking out a few “goosteppers” if he ever crossed paths with any.
Currently it had been a few days since Diodoros had come here. Mostly moving in and around the small settlement of Jhothal. Unfortunately for him the locals here didn’t seem to know all that much more about the elusive canine beasts. But history tells that they were a pretty big problem for early colonists and settlers to the planet. Now even seeing one was a rare occurrence. But that rarity just served to make them more coveted for Diodoros. Maybe all that would be left for him to find are bones. Perhaps he’ll find the last of the species and cause its extinction. Which to him would be quite the achievement.
Diodoros sat in the old cantina within Jhothal. Leaning back and looking over a holographic map of the surrounding region. Trying to narrow down his search. Fearing that he might need to venture up into higher ground and the mountains. As he studied the map smoke billowed from his mouth as he puffed on a large cirgarra.
He was here for fun and recreation. Renting himself a speeder truck to haul the gear he took with him. Likely over packing, but he didn’t want to leave this world without a new trophy for himself back home. He could think of nothing more fitting for his estate back on Nal Hutta than a genuine Loth-Wolf to be the newest addition to decorate his home with. There was also that upstart Empire close by as well. Diodoros wouldn’t mind taking out a few “goosteppers” if he ever crossed paths with any.
Currently it had been a few days since Diodoros had come here. Mostly moving in and around the small settlement of Jhothal. Unfortunately for him the locals here didn’t seem to know all that much more about the elusive canine beasts. But history tells that they were a pretty big problem for early colonists and settlers to the planet. Now even seeing one was a rare occurrence. But that rarity just served to make them more coveted for Diodoros. Maybe all that would be left for him to find are bones. Perhaps he’ll find the last of the species and cause its extinction. Which to him would be quite the achievement.
Diodoros sat in the old cantina within Jhothal. Leaning back and looking over a holographic map of the surrounding region. Trying to narrow down his search. Fearing that he might need to venture up into higher ground and the mountains. As he studied the map smoke billowed from his mouth as he puffed on a large cirgarra.