In the untamed depths of the Old Republic era, a bone-chilling tale unfolds on the remote frontier planet of Viscara. Jouren Volaris, a former physician turned embittered mercenary, found himself trapped under the crushing weight of a debt owed to the notorious Czerka Corporation.
Desperate to sever ties with the corporation and escape the clutches of a planet that held nothing but painful memories, Jouren sought a dangerous and lucrative mission. The opportunity presented itself when he received a mysterious offer from the Coxxion smugglers, who sought his skills to eliminate the horrifying Vellen Flesheaters that infested a hidden mountain facility on Viscara.
Armed with a modified blaster pistol, Jouren was a crack shot, honing his skills over countless struggles since he arrived on the frontier planet. Here he relied on an arsenal of advanced technology to aid him in the deadly task ahead. Cloaking devices, shielding devices, and flash grenades were his tools of choice, carefully selected to maximize his chances of survival against the relentless flesheaters.
Driven by the dire need to pay off his debts and secure his escape, Jouren accepted the treacherous task without hesitation. The promise of a generous reward and the means to acquire his own ship to leave Viscara for good provided the much-needed glimmer of hope.
Equipped with his trusty modified blaster pistol and an array of advanced gadgets, Jouren embarked on a perilous journey into the unforgiving terrain of Viscara’s mountain range. The planet’s harsh climate and dangerous wildlife, mirrored the inner turmoil plaguing Jouren’s soul.
As he ventured deeper into the mountains, the howling winds whispered haunting secrets, and the very air became heavy with a foreboding presence. The desolate landscape was an eerie backdrop to his lone pursuit of redemption.
Finally reaching the hidden facility, Jouren’s heart sank at the sight of its crumbling and decaying walls. A chilling silence enveloped the air, broken only by the distant echoes of the flesheaters’ monstrous roars. Undeterred, he activated his cloaking device, disappearing into the shadows, and began his cautious exploration.
In the dimly lit corridors, the first flesheater emerged from the shadows, its twisted form a testament to the abominable power of Sith alchemy. The creature’s mottled flesh and jagged teeth mirrored the darkness that resided within Jouren’s own soul. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a flash grenade, temporarily blinding the beast and gaining the upper hand.
The battle became a harrowing dance of survival as wave after wave of flesheaters emerged from the shadows, their hunger driving them to seek out Jouren’s life force. He used his crack marksmanship and modified blaster pistol to deadly effect, taking precise shots that found their marks with lethal accuracy.
The shielding device protected him from their frenzied attacks, absorbing the brunt of their assault. In turn, he unleashed devastating salvos of blaster bolts, his aim unwavering amidst the chaos.
Navigating the labyrinthine corridors, he relied on his cloaking device to evade detection, slipping silently past the flesheaters’ grotesque forms. The shadows became his ally, providing cover and opportunities to strike when the creatures least expected it.
At the heart of the facility, the leader of the Vellen Flesheaters awaited him, a towering monstrosity draped in malevolence. Jouren activated his shielding device, bolstering his defenses, and engaged the beast in a battle of wits and skill.
The clash of blaster bolts and the thunderous echoes of grenades filled the chamber. Jouren utilized his gadgets strategically, creating openings to deliver precise shots. Each flash grenade disoriented the leader, allowing Jouren to unleash a flurry of deadly bolts.
The battle raged on, the flesheater’s strength matched only by Jouren’s determination to emerge victorious. And in a climactic moment, a well-placed shot pierced through the creature’s defenses, felling it in a hail of blaster fire.
Breathing heavily, Jouren emerged from the mountain facility, his mission accomplished. The Coxxion smugglers, true to their word, awaited him, ready to bestow upon him the wealth that would set him free.