Darman stood on the heated land of Sullust waiting for his final opponent of the Grand Tournament. Supposedly, his opponet was to be another Mandalorian. He knew this may be the most challenging match yet, but he would give it everything he had.
Darman looked around taking in his surroundings. He felt the heat coming through even with the temperature regualtor on and Mark II armor. There was ash falling all over him, and he knew it would be hard to breath without a helmet on. He pulled out his blade and pistol, determined to win.
Darman looked around taking in his surroundings. He felt the heat coming through even with the temperature regualtor on and Mark II armor. There was ash falling all over him, and he knew it would be hard to breath without a helmet on. He pulled out his blade and pistol, determined to win.