Darth Ferus
Wanderer
Iridonia, his homeland in a way. Despite no longer having the body of a Zabrak, he was still an Iridonian at heart. And here on this ruthless planet, he had every intention on training his new apprentice in the same way he was taught. Down, dirt, bloody. Here the animals would hunt you, no matter how many you were with, and succeed. Here the plants would spit acid in your face just to eat you. This was a place not for the weak or faint of heart.
Within the wilds Ferus would set down his ship, leaving it to his droid pilot to keep it ready to go when they were done. Golden eyes glanced over to Nyte, and a faint grin formed on his lips. "Are you prepared?"
Within the wilds Ferus would set down his ship, leaving it to his droid pilot to keep it ready to go when they were done. Golden eyes glanced over to Nyte, and a faint grin formed on his lips. "Are you prepared?"