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The bluff on the edge of a large mountain range is what Talzin calls home. The vulpine built his house next to the edge where it cannot be viewed by the city of Knanan down below. The home is a simple lean-to made of logs. A camouflage net covers the top and covers the opening of the lean-to. A simple wood stove and a small fold out solar panel is the only luxury of the lean-to.

Under a series of camouflage tarps nearby is an ARC-170. Talzin made a few modifications to the fighter. One of which is a camouflage paint scheme. The astromech unit slot is empty with said astromech turned off inside the lean-to. Blacken marks litter the ship from battles long past. On the side were almost two dozen kill silhouettes of different droid fighters and bombers. One that stands out is a Lucrehulk-class battleship.

Talzin yawned and felt an itch all over his grey fur. I needed a bath, he noted. He then grabbed some bath supplies, spare set of clothes, heavy blaster pistol, and his wakizashi. The spring that acts as his source of water is not too far from his lean-to.

He looks into the pool of the spring and saw his reflection. The grey furred vulpine with amber eyes stare back at him. He inspects his face. Over his left eye is a scar. He remembered the day he got it and was very lucky he did not lose his eye. He then strips down and wades into the surprising warm spring. He felt his muscles and joints free up from the warm water let out a content sigh.

After his bath, Talzin gets his food prepared. Meat from some game found in the area along with some vegetables and fruits from his garden. The little wood stove being enough to cook his meal in. He checked his larder. Food stores are low. Hunting seems to be in order tomorrow, he mused.

For the past decade this was Talzin's routine. The inhabitants of the Fibuli system paid no heed to him. To them Talzin was a hermit living on the mountain. As long the Trianii, the feline inhabitants of Fibuli, paid him no mind, he continues living in such a fashion. His military survival training has helped him survive in the wilderness thus far.

It is a lonely life for the vulpine. His R2 unit can be a companion to talk to, but he is trying to conserve its power. Every once in a while, he come across other Trianii colonists hunting. For those occasions, Talzin has a skill that will pass himself off as another Trianii. The Trianii tend to not trust others who are not Trianii. There were some encounters with the wildlife. Sometimes the local creatures, who were brave enough, would visit his home out of curiosity.

Talzin is a bipedal vulpine species that he doesn't know the name nor origins of his species. Over the years he knows that his species are receptive of the force in a unique way. One of them is an ability to change their physical appearance. It does have certain limits though unlike the Clawdites who can change into any humanoid. Talzin has to mentally map out the physical form he wants to take. To turn himself into a Trianii was easier due to their similar physique rather than turning into a human. This skill was helpful in case he needed to get supplies at Knanan.

With the meal done and cleaned up, he grabs a blank canvas and puts it on an easel near the edge of the cliff and started painting. It is currently in the autumn season on Fibuli and he intends to capture the beauty of the trees changing its colors.

"The weather is too good to be dozing inside all day. One must make the most of it," he said applying the first stroke of paint on his canvas.

Talzin painted until dusk. He then puts his finished painting into the lean-to to dry. Besides hunting, he makes a decent number of credits for his art at Knanan. He spends them frugally on painting supplies and tools to help maintain his lifestyle on the mountain. If he is lucky, some spare parts for his ARC-170.

The darkness of night rolls in and Talzin prepares his lean-to for the night. His bed is mostly made of furs. It is not cold enough to warrant to use his stove for warmth yet. His fur and the furs on his bed is more than sufficient for the night.

Putting a small compact pistol and a tanto near his bed side, Talzin crawls in bed. Another day gone. While it is not wasted, He glanced at his drying painting, it sometimes feels like I'm walking in circles. Well let's see what tomorrow brings.