Jerrick looked at Rolland as he sent the cordinates to the capital. "Life for me...it has many adventures. I was a Mandalorian, I had a small merc band..still do actually. I had help protect the imperial capital from the fringies. It was...chaotic, and random. I did this for the Mandalorians..but I was rejected." He stopped and watch the ship take of into space, and then shortly after jump into hyperspace. "A few hours well be home. Honestly...I'm glad I'm here...but sometimes...the chaos was reassuring something would always happen. I'm only 20. I had a girl. Left her and all that, just to become something great. Maybe she hates me. Maybe not, I don't know. I know I have this..force you have, but I never payed it attention. I'm a orphan." He stopped to try and remember the raid on his home. He smiled, not a single flame appeared. Not a shot, scream, just the image of his mando mother. Then he frowned, had he did her wrong. Abandoned her? "I try to keep a good outlook on life. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I don't feel anything but anger, and hatred." He stopped again he was babbling about stuff that didn't matter to him anymore, things that couldn't be changed. "I know it doesn't matter to you, but we will get you memory back. My gift to you, as my brother, and friend." He promised @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]