Jedi Manjusri
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- Joined
- Dec 24, 2017
- Messages
- 13
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Jakku; Dawn
His ship had crash landed onto the surface of the planet, ruining the remnants of whatever you could call his hunk of junk. With most likely a broken hand, and only his lightsaber and the force by his side; Manjusri the Consular made his way to a nearby refueling center.
An old man makes his way around a bazaar on the forgotten planet, his feet making prints in the sediments under his boots. All he wants is a way off of this dirty rock and back into the fray against the exiles of the force, as his tactical mind was being wasted in the sand. It also didn't help that goons from the Hutt Cartel were tracking him down, trying to capture and eventually interrogate him for priceless information on the Jedi order; War does sell.
When making his way through the market, he found himself quite lost, the sea of various alien races swaying him from one edge of it to the other. He was hoping to find someone with a ship willing to take him off of this hunk of junk, and soon, or else he had feared the worst.