The Army of Light. It was still a fledgling thing. An idea that needed tending to in order to ensure growth. More importantly, it needed warriors to operate the way it was intended. That was why K’Jun had taken it upon himself to head to Orsimer Prime, homeworld of the Orcolan people.
They were a proud tribal people who had high pain tolerance, could survive in almost any climate, and matched the strength of Wookiees. But most importantly, they had their own Force traditions that focused on nature and maintaining balances. A light side tradition. One Jun hoped to bring into the Army of Light. Through diplomatic talks or shows of strength, either suited him.
Jun wore his typical white tank, jeans, and boots on this detail. The world was rugged and he saw no reason to appear otherwise. His Matukai Gauntlets were firmly affixed and his utility belt was wrapped around his waist. He had a small backpack with bits of armor plating and a change of clothes sling over a shoulder. He hoped he was ready for the tribal meet that was called yearly for the Orcolan tribes. He had to make a strong case or prove that the Army of Light was worth siding with.
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