A chance Incounter

[Za krarq]

The sun shined down on the Tusken raider though it truly didn't faze him as he was use to the sun. The Tusken didn't have a true home at this point as he had left his tribe and was assumed dead by the tribe now, Za shined his gun, having learned a few new ways to upkeep his cycler now since his time in the underworld. He had docked his ship in a port and left it there so that he could take a walk through the dune seas and attempt to find himself. He couldn't go back to tribal living now that he knew of this entire galaxy out there for him to explore that was for sure. He decided to begin firing at womprats in the sand as a way to ease his nearly exploding mind.

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