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The large ship approached its destination back to his home world. Long had he been away, learning, training, and becoming something more than his old self. He had left his master long ago feeling like the only way to improve himself would be to learn hands on how the galaxy worked. Learn he did as the sight of Coruscant came into view through the cockpit of his ship, Mobius. He planned his docking for the same one he had left that day ten years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago but now he was completely different in every sense of the word. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he felt the force flowing over his home world. There was more than one reason for his return, answers, and to finally side with a faction in this ongoing war that he felt needed to come to an end. He had traveled throughout the galaxy learning his way of the force and training his own skills to better suit himself but after having realized the effect this war was having on so many different world he knew now that he needed to affiliate himself with a faction he felt closest too. He didn’t know how they would accept his request to join but he would try none the less because at his very core he was more good than he was neutral or evil.
As he prepared his landing he flipped a few switched and buttons and soon the large hangar door would open revealing his landing platform. A few minutes later the old converted smuggling craft would land touching down perfectly. He grabbed his few possessions and walked toward the ramp his droid guard Waizu standing close by.
“Stay here and guard the ship Waizu,” Dameon would speak as he lowered the ramp to his home world. The droid would bow his head in acknowledgement. Dameon would set down the ramp and take his first steps on the surface of the home world he once had hated so much. Now he felt more belonging here than he ever had. The ramp would rise back up and close once more. He would conceal himself within his large blue robe and walk out of the hangar and into the streets of the city where he had grown up and had almost died. The conditions were still the same on the lower end of the city, trashy and filled with drug addicts willing to kill anyone for their next fix. He sighed a bit and looked around trying to get his bearings. The city itself looked different aesthetically, different signs, lights, closed roads and new shop owners undoubtedly paying protection money to gangs. He set onward toward the Jedi temple slowly ready to change his life’s direction and protect the world from all the evil he had encountered in the last ten years. All across his torso were scars from such evil but his clothes would hide such wounds from prying eye.
As he prepared his landing he flipped a few switched and buttons and soon the large hangar door would open revealing his landing platform. A few minutes later the old converted smuggling craft would land touching down perfectly. He grabbed his few possessions and walked toward the ramp his droid guard Waizu standing close by.
“Stay here and guard the ship Waizu,” Dameon would speak as he lowered the ramp to his home world. The droid would bow his head in acknowledgement. Dameon would set down the ramp and take his first steps on the surface of the home world he once had hated so much. Now he felt more belonging here than he ever had. The ramp would rise back up and close once more. He would conceal himself within his large blue robe and walk out of the hangar and into the streets of the city where he had grown up and had almost died. The conditions were still the same on the lower end of the city, trashy and filled with drug addicts willing to kill anyone for their next fix. He sighed a bit and looked around trying to get his bearings. The city itself looked different aesthetically, different signs, lights, closed roads and new shop owners undoubtedly paying protection money to gangs. He set onward toward the Jedi temple slowly ready to change his life’s direction and protect the world from all the evil he had encountered in the last ten years. All across his torso were scars from such evil but his clothes would hide such wounds from prying eye.