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His eyes were fixed on the multiple vid-screens in front of him. The cruise ship he was on was about to dock at the station. Three years had passed since he left this forsaken planet after the war. He felt useless after he left, worthless and lost would be better to say. He put his armor on and threw his cloak about him. He sighed as he looked back at his quarters on the ship and then left the room. In his mind he realized he may not be wanted here, but he has no where else to go. "I wonder if word of my actions have reached the Masters?" he said lowly to himself. After he left he lived on Tattooine for a while and worked as a mercenary for hire. He assisted local mining corporations in dealing with the 'sand people' as he refereed to them. He also worked with local game hunters and managed to slay a large if not troublesome lizard of some-sort. He looked at the sky as he walked off the ship. Same dull look but it had a different feel to it than it had when he left. He sighed as he walked down the platform and looked about.
He noticed the local vendors and the cantina. "A familiar place..." he said with a smile on his face. He made sure his cloak was covering his face as he entered. Even though he was a mercenary who did work for local companies didn't mean he had a soft heart. The War shaped most of his life as an Ex-Jedi. He thought for a brief moment of his Saber as he entered the cantina. A double-bladed with a silver crystal implanted in it that made it glisten like the moons them-self. He took his seat and ordered a drink after the thought and listened to the local band of Biffs playing in the cantina.
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