Model Write-Up #23 - Vistnel Orion

(With help from my friend, Vlad Draghici)

"I am a failure. Or so my father says - that I failed the Mandalorian people, and the Orion family. He called me the greatest disgrace to his name, to all of our names, that had ever been born. From the moment I could talk, he force-fed me stories of glory, of dying in battle for the sake of "honour." Whenever I displayed interest in anything at all that was not my training, or weaponry, or some other tool of war, he would lecture me, deride me, until I gave in. When my teachers spoke of my creative talent - of my individuality and uniqueness - he was not proud as any other father would be. He was furious I chose to pursue this path, instead of physical education. He had me removed from my home world - the entire planet was deemed too soft for me - and then dumped me in the crime capital of the galaxy - Nar Shaddaa. A hive of scum and villainy - he thought it would be a good influence on me. Every day of my life was a struggle for survival, not only against the criminals, the mobsters, the psychopaths, and even other children - but against my own father, who refused to allow me a chance to express my voice. I did what I had to to survive, but I refused to let him change me into another one of those bounty hunters. He forgot that great Mandalorians had done more than wage war - Techan Galoram created some of the most memorable and beautiful poetry in the Outer Rim, and some of our greatest legends come from the oratory skills of Jeyus Faliffan. Art was as valuable to the Mandalorian people as the waging of war, for it gave us our identity he now preached so fervently to stand by. I spoke to him, and for a few brief moments, I thought he might have listened to me, that I might've finally gotten through to him, but I was wrong. He dismissed me, more strongly than ever, and said he would not rest until I had learned to become a 'true' Mandalorian. I had no idea the deranged plan he had for us both, the only two sons of the Orion progeny left, could jeopardise everything both he and I stood for.

Mandalore the Crusader sent his call for his kin to join his war-mongering crusade. I refused to go, but my father simply chained me and took me with him regardless. Once again, I was thrown up from where I had begun to settle roots, and was sent into an endless, meaningless void of despair.

The malfunction occurred, and suddenly my father and I were in a hostile environment, with nothing but each other. I thought this would finally allow him to see past his own prejudice, but it did not, and he insisted we join Mandalore the Infernal - the most bloodthirsty man I have ever met. Finally, I cracked. I stole my father's ship after he landed on the Infernal's capital vessel, and fled to another faction - Nidas Fett. Nidas was a strong man, who believed in tradition, but whose own son was an artist, and the reason Nidas wanted to return to the known galaxy. I saw in Nidas the father I had never had - and I swore my allegiance to him. But I know my father. He will not stop chasing me, trying to hold me down, until his dying breath. That means there is only one thing I can do.

My father, Kodaan Orion, must die."

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