Muad Dib
Paragon of Virtue
Location: Siskeen, the Oasis
He stood on the edge of the desert, the sand blowing gently in the evening breeze. Desolation as far as the eye could see. Yet on the horizon shimmering mirages flickered and, depending on who gazed upon them, different and unique images came to mind. For him it was the fires that ravaged Dathomir a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. But that was past, a galaxy or rather a dimension that he had been born to. This was his home now. As it had been for many years.
Sighing he turned from the mirage and looked upon the shuttle that was parked nearby, a table festooned with armor and weapons. Several droids stood nearby in sleep mode. Shaking his head he glanced into the sky awaiting his ad'ika who were coming to meet him here. The man was a Mandalorian, and wished to share his culture with his children. Blood or not, they were his family and it was his responsibility to care for them in any way he could.
Turning his head he caught sight of Puff flying through the air, lazily coasting on the air currents. This was the place of his birth, the desert. The man understood the joy the dragon had at returning to the wastelands. Muad had spent much time in the deserts of countless planets and it always seemed to soothe the soul.
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He stood on the edge of the desert, the sand blowing gently in the evening breeze. Desolation as far as the eye could see. Yet on the horizon shimmering mirages flickered and, depending on who gazed upon them, different and unique images came to mind. For him it was the fires that ravaged Dathomir a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. But that was past, a galaxy or rather a dimension that he had been born to. This was his home now. As it had been for many years.
Sighing he turned from the mirage and looked upon the shuttle that was parked nearby, a table festooned with armor and weapons. Several droids stood nearby in sleep mode. Shaking his head he glanced into the sky awaiting his ad'ika who were coming to meet him here. The man was a Mandalorian, and wished to share his culture with his children. Blood or not, they were his family and it was his responsibility to care for them in any way he could.
Turning his head he caught sight of Puff flying through the air, lazily coasting on the air currents. This was the place of his birth, the desert. The man understood the joy the dragon had at returning to the wastelands. Muad had spent much time in the deserts of countless planets and it always seemed to soothe the soul.
[member="Anya Malvern"] I [member="Zesiro"] I @Jatar Dib