I have a friend that wants to go for a Walon Vau
So far he has done a great job researching every single reference from the Travis novels and here is what he got.
Walon Vau description according to the Rep Comm books.
Triple Zero Quotes:
"The strill was still prettier than Vau, though. The man had a long square jawed face that was all bone and frown lines, and graying dark hair cut brutally short. Faces rarely lied about the soul within."
"Ordo wasn't fooled by Vau's restrained politeness. Seven years ago Vau had loomed over him as a figure of authority in his black Mando armor for the first time, the strill at his heels."
"For a moment he was unsettled to see Omega and Vau both in black armor."
"Lord Mirdalan, jowls flapping, threw its head back and let out a long, low, moaning howl. The preparations had worked the strill into a hunting frenzy. It could see its master in full Mandalorian armor, and it smelled and heard men who were tense and ready to fight. All its instincts and training said hunt, hunt, hunt."
"It was, he knew, a sight few would believe-Walon Vau and a Jedi Knight both in full Mandalorian armor, and Republic Commandos, ARC troopers, and a clone trooper in fighting order so closely modeled on that armor he wore himself that they looked like one united army."
"Vau felt like a pool of utter cold calm, almost a Jedi Master's footprint in the Force. The strill felt . . . alien. It had an unfathomable glittering intelligence and a wild, joyful heart swirling within it. Had it not been for Vau's rifle and the krill's savage teeth, the pair might have felt like a peaceful man and his happy child."
"Ahh ... ," Vau said. The rifle's scope was still pressed to the eye slit in his black helmet. He looked like the very image of death. Much as Etain had grown to find that armor reassuring, it made it no less intimidating. "Now, this is not a man used to avoiding professional assassins. Watch carefully and tell me what you feel."
"The strill was a little bright light of pure joy as it raced along the walkway ahead of Etain and Vau. There were still a few pedestrians around, leaving factories and workshops for the night, and Vau had taken off his helmet. A dull black armored chest plate didn't attract attention, it seemed, but this wasn't a neighborhood where a distinctive Mandalorian visor would pass unnoticed."
"My Mandalorian armor's black-black, the traditional color of justice. Beskar'gam colors almost always have meaning. Every Mando who sees me understands my mission in life right away."
"Vau's hundred-liter backpack had room enough for a few extras."
"You're conspicuous in that black armor, Sarge," Scorch said kindly."
"Vau pulled out the flamethrower, eased himself into a kneeling position, and opened the valve. Mird cocked its head, eyes fixed on the weapon.
-Where'd you get that, Sarge?" Scorch asked.
-Borrowed it from a flame trooper."
-Does he know?"
-He won't mind." (This points to the fact that Vau does not sport a Wrist Flamethrower since he uses no Jetpack and thus can't use the fuel for it)
"He'd never thought to check how Vau's suit was configured: it was just matte black, an image he dreaded as a kid, and now unsettlingly like Omega's Katarn rig. Black was the-color of justice. "
"It was worth a try." He tapped his forearm controls, adjusting his helmet's voice projector to maximum. "Mird!"
"Big immobile lump of durasteel and beskar about six meters in," he said. "Good old Mandalorian iron. You can't beat the stuff. That's Vau all right."
"Skirata could see a black shape that didn't look like a man for a moment, but then he could make out part of the T-shaped visor of Vau's helmet. "I'm cutting his packs free."
Skirata to Vau: "I wanted your armor. Better environment seals than mine, obviously. You could survive a sarlacc in that."
"his hands were shaking when he unfastened the backpack's assortment of pouches." - Skirata opening Walon's field backpack.
"Vau stood behind him in his black beskar'gam with his helmet under one arm, Mird at his side."
"Vau placed his black helmet over his head with an almost ceremonial air. It transformed him instantly into a faceless warrior, age and species and gender indeterminate. He was an archetype of war."
"Mird scrambled up behind him and seized the pillion seat and Vau's back plate with his claws. "Six legs give you a good grip." - Another example of a lack of Jetpack.
"Vau sighed. "Okay." He slapped his thigh plate. "Mird? Mird'ika, come on. Let's go round up the stray nerfs." - proof that Vau sports Leg Armor like Jango does.
"Then he seemed to shake himself out of whatever alien persona had taken hold of him, adjusted his collar, and tugged down the sleeves of his flight suit."
"Vau seemed purged. He slapped his thigh plate, and Mird trotted after him into the galley."
So, what do you think about this one?
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