Ord Mantell
(Death Disabled)
Dressed in his full battle attire, Wayson had heard that a few pirates would call this world home so he came prepared just in case he ran into a few. Checking on one of the many island chains Wayson walked the beach looking out into the deep blue ocean that stretched out across the horizon. There was a small community here that Wayson had checked out, and found that it smelled too much like fish guts. So he walked out to breathe some fresh air, one brought in by a clean ocean.
"The galaxy needs more places like this." Wayson said to no one around him.
Who knows what he will run into today?
Where Wayson was standing there was ten feet away from the tree line of the island, with a second island fifty feet away with the water between them shallow enough for someone to run across. On the island, there were a few boulders large enough for a man to hide behind if he crouched. The Jedi was opening himself up to the Force feeling the ebbs of the universe and allowing it's current to wash through him. Giving him a sense of peace and tranquility that couldn't be found through any drugs.
@Scoobert
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