Good Ol' Scoundrel
It had been a couple of years since Varian had last been on Myrkr. A place that he could easily call his second home after spending so many years on it. Here he was first taught more about his Mandalorian heritage and what it meant to be a Mandalorian, here it was where he learned what it was like to not have the Force. Here he learned to survive without the Force among the predators, here he became a predator himself.
The Wolf of Myrkr.
Varian inhaled the clean fresh air of the planet as he hopped out of the star fighter. He felt the touch of the sun on his skin and heard the chirping of birds in the forest that lied beyond the clearing he had currently landed upon. The Mandalorian knew well that he could not stay for long on Myrkr and dig up memories but for the time being he would certainly explore what has changed and what has remained the same.
The Wolf of Myrkr.
Varian inhaled the clean fresh air of the planet as he hopped out of the star fighter. He felt the touch of the sun on his skin and heard the chirping of birds in the forest that lied beyond the clearing he had currently landed upon. The Mandalorian knew well that he could not stay for long on Myrkr and dig up memories but for the time being he would certainly explore what has changed and what has remained the same.