An Ol' Man's Memory: Katarn Dragonbourne RP

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"CLARE?! W-WHAT?! H-H-HOW?! Have ye seen her, by any chance, laddy?!"


"No... I'm sorry once again, Katarn...


"All I have, however, was a rumor from one of my Corsair-bred crewmembers that said she was finally going back to Crete to visit her parents there. Here... I'll load up the address of her parent's house on Planet Crete into you're PDA, Katarn..."


"... Thank ye, Fenton... This... This be great news te hear... I finally have a lead... After all these years..."


"Please... It's the least I can do for what you did for me back then... And I only came up with that rumor from luck too! Joshua used to be Clare's childhood friend when she was young, so evidently he'd know the address to where she used to live..."


"Give your friend my best wishes, Katarn... Safe travels."


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The old veteran suddenly finds himself on the surface of a very barren world, its land dried up and unsuitable for agricultural production, its surface covered with vast mountains and hilltops of rock and gravel, its skies lighting up with yellow meteor showers that seemed to never stop...


... Planet Crete...


[color=#99FFFF]... The home planet o' the Corsairs... Be as barren and lifeless as rumor, see...

... And...

... 30 minutes later...

... After walking through endless identical houses of sand and mortar-make the old veteran stops right in front of a similarly-identical house, but this one being taller than the rest by a storey. Its walls were of the same, dull mocha, and this one had no windows near the front door; it was flat-topped on the roof, and had a cloth tent right above it that was hooked to the ends like a small tent.


He inpected the wooden doorway that was just tall enough to allow access without hitting him on the head, and knocked on it 4 times.


The door opened up to reveal a young Corsair in his early 20's, his face having a smooth mustache and showing a humble build on his body; he wore the ordinary clothes of a Corsair civilian, and was in no way luxurious and showy; he raised an eyebrow at the comparatively-towering old man right in front of him, "... Eh... Hola, senor. What may Lucero do for you?"


The old man gave out a hearty laugh before slowly motioning his right hand towards the Corsair in an offer for a friendly handshake, "... Pardon me, lad... Ma name's Katarn... Katarn Dragonbourne at yer service...


"Pardon once again fer the sudden interruption, but... I be looking fer someone I knew once long ago, and I was hopin she be here in this lovely abode..."


The young man narrowed his eyes in suspicion at what the veteran said, and his demeanor then became formal, "Senor... We don't usually give out information to strangers, especially to people as armed as you..." He eyes the two exotically-shaped pistols on the veteran's side-holsters which were at first concealed from view by the ankle-deep trench-coat.


Katarn gave an expected, yet sheepish, smile at his remark, "HAHAHAAAAH! Yer be a smart lad, see... I be understanding yer suspicion, especially fer one so heavily armed as I...


"If it be makin ye feel any better, lad... I'll be leavin me weapons on the front door. I be havin no intention fer a'fightin, and just have a few questions willin te be answered, see?"


The Corsair inspected the man closely for a few moments, not wishing to miss any details, then said, "... You may come in, Senor... Just don't do anything funny, or the guards will make short work of you." He returns the handshake offered in the beginning.


The old veteran smiled thankfully, "... Thank ye, lad..." After which, he walks inside the door slowly, and it shuts behind him with a soft thud.

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