Ffon reaches inside his vest, and removes the book. He then hands it to Vyr. He then pulls out a comlink and speaks into it. 'Xin, Yarbe, you there?' There is a muffled response. 'Can you locate the old fart's complex? There's a busted-up droid in there, recover it's bones.'
He then turns to you, speaking to Anders, Axel and Tarros, 'Now get to the barn. Grub's in an hour, and you don't get food until all the nerf sh*t in there is cleaned up.' Turning to Vyr, 'Get that book to Mr. Old-as-the-Maw, and then join the women in the kitchen, you're cooking tonight.'
Upon your return to the speeders, you see that Ffon, Trask, Serena, and Gren have just arrived and are strapping the last of their kills to a hoversled behind a speeder. Ffon beckons you over, and invites you to take your seats on the speeder.
'Now, what did you lousy lumps find? Rather, who did you find? I don't see that you lot were too successful in your hunt.'
He begins chuckling while he clears an area on the back of the speeder for a place to lay the sleeping man upon.
'Vyr......' An animal roar is heard in the background of Ffon's response, 'Extract the man from wherever you are, and meet us back at the speeder. We will meet you there when we finish this beast off.'
Ffon and the other trainers dismount the speeder. Each trainer hands each of you a single medpack, a small amount of field rations, enough for a small meal, and as a group you receive a topographic map of the area. The map depicts an area approximately five by ten kilometers, with two large, wooded hills dominating the landscape, one with a rocky crag standing several hundred meters above the trees. Around the hills, and between is a large amount of grasslands.
Map is shared with you all on Google Drive.
‘Go Hunt!
Roll Survival checks to locate game trails.
To Vyr: ‘Armor under our clothes? Nah, young’n, that’s just Gren, crazy vod, that man.’ He shrugs, ‘But he’s a good guy, at heart, he has just lost a lot, and it has made him into a hard man. The only person I know who can stand against him in a ring, and not visibly shake in their boots is Drang, if possible he’s crazier.’ He shakes his head, ‘Crazy barves. Come on, let’s go to lunch.’ He begins leading you over to several tables set up to eat at.
To Vyr: ‘Don’t get too many ideas in your head Vyr,’ he chuckles to himself. ‘It is not a competition, but ideas of eliminating your, yes, comrades, will not go over very well.’ The left side of your face suddenly stings with pain as Ffon unleashes an unpredictable backhand slap to your face. ‘You will be working, fighting, sleeping, and eating with us, and your three ‘friends’ for the duration of your stay with the clan, and killing or seriously injuring a part of the clan will get you exiled or killed.’
To Vyr: Mando’ade don’t sing, that was our chant. You will learn it when you are ready.’ He chuckles to himself, ‘Hoo boy, you’re gonna feel that for DAYS when you learn it first, with some luck, you will have your own beskar’gam by then. No single Mando’ade will hold back in a good round of Vode An.’
To Vyr: ‘Well, we have a strict, no alcohol rule here on the farm, so I’m afraid you are out of luck for lunch, and for the next while, we will be here for a number of days now, choring and training. But when I said that’s s***, I didn’t mean the part about being a slave, I was trying to help you avoid the pile of nerf s*** that you just stepped in. Hahahaha!’
To Vyr: ‘COMPOST? We feed everything to the nerfs, you’re shoveling the compost! Hahaha! As for how I ended up here, I didn’t, I was born here! My father died fighting the empire here, Grovan took me in, adopted me. I was 15 at the time. What brings you here? Oh, and what are you? I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve never encountered one of your species before.’ Ffon seems to have a very lighthearted, jovial personality, though he still looks like he could kill at a moment’s notice. He suddenly blurts: ‘You were a slave? Shab, Vyr’ika, that's s***.’
To Vyr: With a wide grin, Ffon chuckles. ‘Chores, ma boy! There’s always chores to do, this is a farm! You get to fill that hopper over there,’ He gestures to a large metal bin beside the barn, ‘With some nice warm fertilizer. There’s a shovel and a hoversled over there too. You can find the fertilizer underneath the nerfs, in their pens in the barn. Hehehehe, Ohohoho, Hahaha.’ He bursts out laughing at his ‘joke.’
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