Warm Welcomes from Wayland

[Hellion Quel]

WAYLAND
Objective: Learn about the/find Mandalorians

Hellion's journey to Wayland was all but comfortable. For one, D'Aioghe was forever on his mind. Why did he have to leave? Why did he leave? ​The thought of whatever reason that might be plagued him, and because of that, Hellion lacked sleep. His eyes were dreary and boasted grey bags under them, his eyes bloodshot from both a lack of sleep and the lack of will to move away from air vents with who knows what kind of foreign dusts flying through them. Secondly, Hellion made the mistake of smuggling himself. Without and real cash or knowledge of the world outside of his little bubble called Da'Nor, he really had no choice but to smuggle himself on whatever vessel made for the situation. Before make the —now regrettable— decision to jump on the freighter her flew on, he had heard the words, "Mand'alor" and "Wayland," and for him, that was more than enough reason to sneak onto the largest dump of a freighter on its way to his hopefully fruitful destination. Needless to say, there was little food or water for Hellion, and Hellion felt the effects of that take a slight tole on his body, not to mention the fact that a growling stomach made it a lot harder to hide from the freight checkers.

Upon landing, Hellion scurried off of the freighter as fast as his legs could manage without attracting he attention of an entire crew he hid from for four days. For the most part, Hellion wandered New Nystao in awe of all the people in armour running around the near desolate city, which, given it's similarity to the city he lived near on Da'Nor, looked as though it was not meant to be as desolate as he saw it. His wandering eventually lead him to a high point in the city, mostly consisting of a small empty living complex, a road, and a few trees planted upon a relatively large hill. He sat on the hill, taken away by the sight of the mountain in front of him, even more so by the complex of the same armour figures running around and being productive, for whatever reason that may be.

His eyes scanned the mountain for hours, hoping that it would give him a reason to go down there and ask for the knowledge that he had come to this planet seeking... but when it didn't, he merely looked to the sky, and thought to himself:

Why did I have to leave?

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Amethon Tzimiskes"]

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

[member="Hellion Quel"]

The sound of something mechanical wafted up the hill as a dark green armored Mandalorian slowly walked the road, humming to himself all the way. This Mandalorian was Amethon Tzimiskes. If you'd been born years past, you might recognize him as a soldier of some renown, a veteran of countless battles. But, emphasis on "might." The man walking down this road was almost a different man altogether.

Instead of the muscular long-haired Mandalorian of yore, this one was grey and frail, relying on an exoskeleton to move about. Some of the young would scoff at this battered and scared elder, saying his current situation is an aft punishment for his arrogance in his prime. Some of the young would look away, not wanting to anger and/or insult him by staring. And some of the young would look on him with pity, knowing that he had forever lost the man he once was. These looks or lack thereof, were enough to make a normal person become a hermit.

Then again, all youngins' are plumb stupid, so it didn't bother Amethon.

Amethon had came to Wayland for a reunion of sorts. His war-buddies wanted bit of a bash, while they were still alive and kicking. Amethon, being the Nostalgic fellow he was, had left for Wayland on the spot and enjoyed several days of heavy drinking with his compatriots. Unfortunately, when the festivities ended, there was no ship readily available. So here he was, bidding his time by talking a walk in the country and other activities that made him feel old.

But surprisingly enough, it appeared he was not alone here. A "boy" was moping about on a hillside strangely enough. Young ones shouldn't be messing about this time of day, they should be working or learning. Regardless, at least Amethon had some company. "Hello up yonder!" Amethon yelled towards him, "What 'er you doing in these parts?"

 

[Hellion Quel]

[member="Amethon Tzimiskes"]

Though initially very much so taken by surprise, aside from the quick jerk of his head to look over his shoulder, Hellion made no bold or nervous moves after seeing the somewhat frail looking man who beckoned him. He made one more glance at the mountain and the people working down below and stood up, facing the his caller, though he did so with a certain level of caution. Who knew what this man was here for?

"I'm not here for any particular reason, really. I just enjoy the scenery. I come here looking for it quite often, to be honest." Part of him cringed on the inside, having said a lie so blatant, but his face showed no sign of such pain from it. Hellion's brows furrowed in curiosity at his question after his unionist answer, and with some conviction, ask him the same. "But what about you? What's your reason for being around these parts?"

This was an odd and very much so unexpected encounter for Hellion, and as such, he was having a very difficult time gathering his thoughts. Whatever the man said next could very much lead to Hellion's early expiration, and that was not something he was keen on experience. Similarly, he couldn't take his mind off of the fact that this man could very well be the type of person that he was looking for... and if that was the case, if this man was indeed a Mandalorian, Hellion had more than a handful of question to ask and over thousands of answers he hoped to receive.

And for Hellion, that meant it all depended on his ability to deal with the situation socially... that of which he knew was a skill he did not have in abundance.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

[member="Hellion Quel"]

The aged Mandalorian walked up the hill and stood over the boy, arms crossed. He didn't know if the boy thought he was just gullible or he was assuming because of his age he'd be an easy dupe. Regardless of which, Amethon didn't know whether to shoot the boy or compliment him on his candor.

"Just samplin’ the evening," he said staring off at the hills, "And perhaps to pass the day with a ‘foreigner.’" He turned back to the boy, “-who, might I add, is not being truthful with me .So, you can tell me the truth or I can tell a guard about a very, very suspicious youngster.”

There was a chance that the boy wasn’t involved in anything illicit or the like, but it was a safe assumption that he wouldn’t want to deal with the Mandalorian “Justice” system, if he was as green as he looked.