Data crept across the diagnostic, numbers repeating themselves over and over again. Encryption failed, red blotted. A familiar voice cursed in the background as another troubleshoot was engaged. For a moment the HUD cleared and kicked up again, Demagol attempting to speak. Record was put on, visuals reset and calibrated through the device in the Mandalorian's visor. The words were distorted, scratchy and broken at first. Through the robotic distortion an audible sigh could be heard. WHACK! The visor was struck, diagnostic restored and systems green across the board. Demagol had smacked his helmet. Now his voice came clear now, despite the fact there was a large crack still running vertical down his visor. "Fuckin' bullshit."
So it began.
"Day one. I am Demagol Sento, recording from an unknown location. This may be the end of my journey as far as I know it- might as well give some closure to my last days. I have burned in to what appears to be a planet devoid of urbanization." The view panned, a glimpse of the now deadlined Starfire in view. "After an unexpected engagement with a small band of marauders my ship was rendered incapable of maneuver. The planet's gravity well sucked me in and I somehow survived the crash- I believe I'm within jump distance of Grezik. I could be mistaken. My trajectory wasn't logged so I can't backtrack my pathing coordinates." Again the visor panned, doing a three-sixty so as to show the scenery around the Mandalorian. Demagol was surrounded by forest, temperate it seemed, neither dense nor sparse. "My assumption is that I am alone on this planet aside from the wildlife that inhabit it. Even with my distress beacon I feel I have no one to contact with it.. I'll keep it on me anyway." Demagol began his trek through the forest, still a little dazed from the crash he suffered beforehand.
A warm, metallic taste ran over the Mandalorian's lips. Familiar with it, he detached his helmet from his suit and placed it on a stump in front of him so that he could look at his reflection in the visor. So soon his journey had been slowed. Confusion overtook Demagol's mind as he saw the laceration on his face, still bleeding fresh. He didn't remember what caused it. Had he suffered a concussion? Without any extra clothes on hand there was only one option to remedy the situation at hand. "It would seem I got a deep gash on my face- I don't remember how it happened. More than likely occurred while I was burning into this deserted shithole of a planet." There was evident irritation in Demagol's voice, frustration toward the breaks he could never seem to obtain. Tired hands undid the fastenings which kept the torso section of the Mandalorian's suit attached to him. "Shoulda' refilled on medical supplies while I was on Grezik.. stupid." Left with only one option, Demagol took a large knife off of his side and cut off the sleeve of the spandex-like clothing he wore underneath his armor. A hiss and growl came in tandem as he pressed the cloth up against the cut, soaking up as much blood as possible. "Go figure, up shit creek without a paddle." When the cloth was completely soaked the Mandalorian ringed it out. Droplets of blood coated the vegetation in front of him. Had the combination of Rhailo and trauma from the crash made him stupid? Blood on the ground would be a goldmine of a trail if some predator began to stalk him in these woods. Brought to a grinding halt already, Demagol kept soaking up the blood and applying pressure to the wound until fresh blood ceased to leak from it. The last thing he needed right now was weakness from blood loss, or even worse, an infection.
Who knew what lurked among the foliage? What deserved to be feared here?
After seemingly an eternity Demagol found himself able to put his helmet back on. There was no guarantee that the wound wouldn't open up again, but that didn't matter at the moment. He had to make ground. "From what I can see it appears to be morning. Lucky for me- I can get a grasp of what I'm dealing with before darkness comes."
Would she come back? Would the mark be rightfully placed?
"Rhailo, I hope you make me crosshatch this." Shortly after Demagol had put his armor back on and situated his suit he picked his blade back up. The blade's tip was directed at his chest, forcibly dragged down as yet another notch was carved into it. Another loss of someone close to him. Though it was not by death, it felt like it. He would give her that respect. She deserved it.
Into the forest Demagol trekked deeper, tracking his path traveled with a GPS. If nothing else he could retrace his steps back to Starfire and start from square one. Logic put the idea on the guillotine quickly, dismembering it as Demagol came to a realization. Nothing stated that this place was safe. A ship burning in through the atmosphere and crash landing would gather attention from everything adjacent quickly. If he was caught in the open unsuspecting, it could cost him his life. Demagol needed to return to the way he used to think. That softness had to go. Rhailo wasn't there and the Mandalorian had to stop acting like she was. Sounds became important. Small details were taken into regard. One never truly stopped being a hunter.
"Continue mission."
So it began.
"Day one. I am Demagol Sento, recording from an unknown location. This may be the end of my journey as far as I know it- might as well give some closure to my last days. I have burned in to what appears to be a planet devoid of urbanization." The view panned, a glimpse of the now deadlined Starfire in view. "After an unexpected engagement with a small band of marauders my ship was rendered incapable of maneuver. The planet's gravity well sucked me in and I somehow survived the crash- I believe I'm within jump distance of Grezik. I could be mistaken. My trajectory wasn't logged so I can't backtrack my pathing coordinates." Again the visor panned, doing a three-sixty so as to show the scenery around the Mandalorian. Demagol was surrounded by forest, temperate it seemed, neither dense nor sparse. "My assumption is that I am alone on this planet aside from the wildlife that inhabit it. Even with my distress beacon I feel I have no one to contact with it.. I'll keep it on me anyway." Demagol began his trek through the forest, still a little dazed from the crash he suffered beforehand.
A warm, metallic taste ran over the Mandalorian's lips. Familiar with it, he detached his helmet from his suit and placed it on a stump in front of him so that he could look at his reflection in the visor. So soon his journey had been slowed. Confusion overtook Demagol's mind as he saw the laceration on his face, still bleeding fresh. He didn't remember what caused it. Had he suffered a concussion? Without any extra clothes on hand there was only one option to remedy the situation at hand. "It would seem I got a deep gash on my face- I don't remember how it happened. More than likely occurred while I was burning into this deserted shithole of a planet." There was evident irritation in Demagol's voice, frustration toward the breaks he could never seem to obtain. Tired hands undid the fastenings which kept the torso section of the Mandalorian's suit attached to him. "Shoulda' refilled on medical supplies while I was on Grezik.. stupid." Left with only one option, Demagol took a large knife off of his side and cut off the sleeve of the spandex-like clothing he wore underneath his armor. A hiss and growl came in tandem as he pressed the cloth up against the cut, soaking up as much blood as possible. "Go figure, up shit creek without a paddle." When the cloth was completely soaked the Mandalorian ringed it out. Droplets of blood coated the vegetation in front of him. Had the combination of Rhailo and trauma from the crash made him stupid? Blood on the ground would be a goldmine of a trail if some predator began to stalk him in these woods. Brought to a grinding halt already, Demagol kept soaking up the blood and applying pressure to the wound until fresh blood ceased to leak from it. The last thing he needed right now was weakness from blood loss, or even worse, an infection.
Who knew what lurked among the foliage? What deserved to be feared here?
After seemingly an eternity Demagol found himself able to put his helmet back on. There was no guarantee that the wound wouldn't open up again, but that didn't matter at the moment. He had to make ground. "From what I can see it appears to be morning. Lucky for me- I can get a grasp of what I'm dealing with before darkness comes."
Would she come back? Would the mark be rightfully placed?
"Rhailo, I hope you make me crosshatch this." Shortly after Demagol had put his armor back on and situated his suit he picked his blade back up. The blade's tip was directed at his chest, forcibly dragged down as yet another notch was carved into it. Another loss of someone close to him. Though it was not by death, it felt like it. He would give her that respect. She deserved it.
Into the forest Demagol trekked deeper, tracking his path traveled with a GPS. If nothing else he could retrace his steps back to Starfire and start from square one. Logic put the idea on the guillotine quickly, dismembering it as Demagol came to a realization. Nothing stated that this place was safe. A ship burning in through the atmosphere and crash landing would gather attention from everything adjacent quickly. If he was caught in the open unsuspecting, it could cost him his life. Demagol needed to return to the way he used to think. That softness had to go. Rhailo wasn't there and the Mandalorian had to stop acting like she was. Sounds became important. Small details were taken into regard. One never truly stopped being a hunter.
"Continue mission."
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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