Name
RC-1197
Darven (Dar'vencuyot)
Ship
S40K Phoenix Hawk-class light pinnace Sarang
- "Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. Ner vode."
- ―Darven
RC-1197, or Darven, was a clone commando of the Grand Army of the Republic. Almost nothing is known of his history and he has only lately resurfaced as a bountyhunter. Due to the accelerated aging of the Clones he appears to be quite old although he is only 37 years old.
| Clone Commando
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| RC-1197 was one of the commandos trained by Kal Skirata, who gave him the name Dar'vencuyot or simply Darven, which is Mando'a for One who has no Future. He was a member of Sarang Squad, a squad engaged mainly in TIOPS (traffic interdiction operations). Relatively early on during the Clone Wars, his squad members died, making him the sole survivor, and he was put into a different squad which had been trained by someone else. What happened then is unknown, and he does not like to think back on that part of his life. Whatever happened, it left him with a deeply-rooted, everpresent sense of grief and loss, all overshadowed by regret about something no one's ever managed to get him to talk about.
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| Mando'ade
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| A few years after the Clone Wars Darven showed up on Mandalore, and joined the community of Mandalorian farmers and warriors under an assumed name. He shunned the company of others, kept to himself and did not admit to being a clone. For years, he led a solitary life, disappearing every now and then to some unknown location for varying lengths of time. This was no cause for concern to the people he lived amongst - it was the Mandalorian way.
When called upon to fight by the Mandalore, he joined the ranks of the Mandalorian warriors readily, but did not take open contracts by any other organisations. Soon his neighbors noticed that his disappearances almost always co-incided with the arrival of whatever Imperial presence was in the area, and it was generally assumed that he had no love for the Empire and probably had a reason to hide from them.
For years, life continued like this, and his neighbors accepted the clanless man for what he was, not asking any questions where it was apparent they would get no answer.
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