It had been months since anyone had heard from Fedrig, he had hidden himself deep with Dxun for training and understanding who he was and what his purpose is. He knew that he was a clone trained for the Republic but the Republic his training was for had long since gone and the galaxy was not what he had expected.
He grabbed his blaster from which he had acquired from Mandolarians passing through, savaging anything from eons ago when they ruled this moon. He wondered often if travelling to Kamino to complete his training or just acquire the armour they were going to give would bring him a better understanding of his purpose in the new Republic and this larger galaxy.
Fedrig decided today he was going to train hard today, he left his blaster in his hermit of a hut. His body was fitter than it ever could have been when he was a slave but his wrists were sore time to time with memories of cuffs linking them together, and the imprinted barcode on the back of his neck to signify his clone history. He climbed a large tree, grunting and panting as his muscles strained with effort as he worked them hard, lifting himself onto the branch he looked out into the jungle moon and thought on his training. Perhaps it was time to leave this moon once more, make his presence in the galaxy known. Though he was trapped on this moon without a ship.
He grabbed his blaster from which he had acquired from Mandolarians passing through, savaging anything from eons ago when they ruled this moon. He wondered often if travelling to Kamino to complete his training or just acquire the armour they were going to give would bring him a better understanding of his purpose in the new Republic and this larger galaxy.
Fedrig decided today he was going to train hard today, he left his blaster in his hermit of a hut. His body was fitter than it ever could have been when he was a slave but his wrists were sore time to time with memories of cuffs linking them together, and the imprinted barcode on the back of his neck to signify his clone history. He climbed a large tree, grunting and panting as his muscles strained with effort as he worked them hard, lifting himself onto the branch he looked out into the jungle moon and thought on his training. Perhaps it was time to leave this moon once more, make his presence in the galaxy known. Though he was trapped on this moon without a ship.
