Mandalore.
No other place could replace home, it was stuck in his mind that this was forever home. Even being a Czar couldn't change that, he had told the doc that it wouldn't, and so he had proven it. Outlasting them all, Jerrick was the last Czar, ironically the first as well. He hadn't been the strongest, or the smartest. He wasn't the best either, but he had still some how survived, from what, he couldn't remember. Still, memory didn't matter, there was too much he had missed. Manda'lore was gone, but what was dead could never die, what of their own was a Sith, and the Dark Lord on top of that. He shook his head. Too much had happen. Too much had been lost. He only hoped his coming back would make a difference. Just a little difference was better than none. Asked to have a small friendly combat training with a fellow vod. He smirked. The training users were full of broken down buildings, Fox holes, and other things that would be found on the battlefield. Turrets, vehicles of major productions that wouldn't be missed if destroyed, and ammo boxes. It was mid day, and Jerrick sat there early on a sand bag barrier. Sporting the Vonduun Crab armor attached to his Zodiac armor, and into his skin. Removing it would be the most painful thing he had would soon have endure. Wearing it was a smack to the face of his aliit.
[member="Fanus Rendix"]
No other place could replace home, it was stuck in his mind that this was forever home. Even being a Czar couldn't change that, he had told the doc that it wouldn't, and so he had proven it. Outlasting them all, Jerrick was the last Czar, ironically the first as well. He hadn't been the strongest, or the smartest. He wasn't the best either, but he had still some how survived, from what, he couldn't remember. Still, memory didn't matter, there was too much he had missed. Manda'lore was gone, but what was dead could never die, what of their own was a Sith, and the Dark Lord on top of that. He shook his head. Too much had happen. Too much had been lost. He only hoped his coming back would make a difference. Just a little difference was better than none. Asked to have a small friendly combat training with a fellow vod. He smirked. The training users were full of broken down buildings, Fox holes, and other things that would be found on the battlefield. Turrets, vehicles of major productions that wouldn't be missed if destroyed, and ammo boxes. It was mid day, and Jerrick sat there early on a sand bag barrier. Sporting the Vonduun Crab armor attached to his Zodiac armor, and into his skin. Removing it would be the most painful thing he had would soon have endure. Wearing it was a smack to the face of his aliit.
[member="Fanus Rendix"]