He had met so many people, yet still he was alone, looking to find himself and what it meant to be a Mandalorian, to live his sickness and to find his place within the galaxy. There was so much he could do, it was quite overwhelming to say the least. He had been drifting along the Outer Rim, hunting down several bounties, but something didn't seem right.
He had an urge, or a sensation, as if something was pulling at him and whispering the back of his mind. The young hunter would find himself within Orbit of the red mist of Dathomir, with a sensation that burned within him. At this moment he didn't feel sick or weak, he felt a burning curiosity that he couldn't resist. He would bring his ship down onto the red barren ledges. Prepping himself with his blasters and beskad. He would step out onto the barrens, red clay sweeping with the wind. His fingers twitching slightly at the sides as he began to walk towards the distant ruins.
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