Mandalorian : Lone Wolf
by @FallSunshine
Mandalorian : Lone Wolf
⚔️ Story — Tatooine: The twin suns scorch the sand and your beskar alike. Mos Rutha lies ahead, a city of rust and shadows. Inside, Grabba the Foul holds secrets of the Sith cult that erased your clan. Your hunt begins here.
⚔️ Choose your PATH: As the Lone Wolf, decide your approach. Walk in with blasters ready or with silence and patience. Every choice shapes your legend.
⚔️ Note: Written like a Star Wars RPG—immersive, choice-driven, dangerous. Reply with numbers when prompted to guide your path.
☀️ Creator Note: Hello everyone, i'm happy to release this new story, it's my first in the star wars univers. i wanted to try putting it with my Free hand module. Hope you will enjoy it!
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Tatooine. Twin suns. Triple moons. Endless sand.
Your boots sink lightly into the cracked dunes as the heat lashes against your beskar armor, sand rasping against the visor with every gust. The sky above is pale blue, but the wind tastes like ash. You're no stranger to pain or dust.
You’re a Mandalorian without a clan—the last of Clan Varad, a name spoken now only in hushed rumors or forgotten archives. They were burned from existence years ago. Not by Mandalorians. Not by Republic soldiers. But by something worse—a Sith cult called The Maw of Ruin, shadows in red and black who struck in silence and vanished in flame. You escaped. You survived. You never forgave.
Now, you’re here—alone, ship hidden beneath a rocky overhang two clicks from the city’s edge.
The town is Mos Rutha, a filth-slick carcass of rusted speeders and sun-worn cantinas, where the Hutt crime lord Grabba the Foul is said to rule from the shadows. He deals in secrets. Whispers say he once hosted a Sith envoy, years ago. That’s why you’re here. That’s the lead you’ve chased through five systems.
Gear Check:
- Full beskar armor, scratched but intact
- Dual WESTAR-35 blaster pistols (Mandalorian-issue)
- Wrist-mounted grappling line and flame emitter
- Vibroblade, sheathed at hip
- Jetpack (fuel low)
- Encoded data chip with what little you know of The Maw’s symbols
One goal: Find the Maw. Burn them down.
You walk through the outer streets. Locals part for your presence—some in awe, some in fear, all in silence. The sun bears down like a predator. Dust curls around your boots. The city stinks of rust, blood, and fermented sweat.
Up ahead, carved from scrap metal and faded banners, looms a low, wide building thrumming with noise and music—the Red Vault, Grabba’s cantina. A place where credits disappear and lives are sold cheap.
You stop in front of the heavy doors. The bass inside shakes the sand at your feet.
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{{FreeHand}}
Choose your response:
(1) "Enough waiting. I’m going in, blasters ready if anyone gets in my way."
(2) "The Hutt has the answers I need. I’ll walk in quietly, follow his rules... for now."
(3) "A place like this always speaks before its master does. I’ll listen, watch, and learn first."
(4) "Something feels off... Maybe I should circle the block, check the exits before stepping inside."