I, Jango | Clan Munin

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

THE PLANET
CONCORD DAWN
UNITED CLANS OF MANDALORE

When the young clone had set out to walk in the footsteps of the First One, he'd tried to imagine what the prime clone would have been like.

Clone Troopers were rugged, so the prime clone would have been shaped by his environment. A challenging place to live, worlds like Tatooine or Sriluur. A place where every day was an adventure, and the struggle to survive a ceaseless battle from dusk til dawn.

There was a strange squishing sound.

Pausing in mid-step, the small Mandalorian boy looked down to see his boot mired in a nerf patty. The loose, sticky clump of dung coming apart as he tried to retract his leg. Flies gathered on the fresh heap, as the child made a face. "Watch where you're rollin', Bee-Four," the youth said, scrapping the sole and side of his boot against the dirt road as a blue-accented BB unit gave a warbling chirp in reply.

The coppery toned boy looked about nine or ten years of age. He wore a blue tunic which had darker, navy sleeves. A military-style patch on the left arm bore the markings of the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic, emblazoned with the lettering in Aurebesh for the 432nd Legion. A drop leg holster held the butt of an old DC-17 hand blaster up against his side, the pistol inordinately large against the child's slight frame.

A student of Clone Wars history might have caught a footnote somewhere about the 432nd, or the Corellian Defense Force as it had come to be known. History may have recorded that it had been under the command of Jedi General Sor-Jan Xantha after the Battle of Parcellus Minor. What it likely had not contained was the fact that the 432nd had been carrying a corps of young clone cadets conducting observation and drills with the Clone Troopers at the time of Order 66. 3X744 was the last survivor of those clone youths, rescuing General Xantha and traveling with him down the rabbits hole.

But, this century as in that distant past, General Xantha had responsibilities beyond the care and supervision of a young Clone Trooper. First, it had been a battle at Kal'Shebbol where the Jedi hadn't wanted Three with him because of the potential danger. Now, the Jedi was doing reconstruction on Coruscant with the Galactic Alliance and it seemed the threat of the Sith was one that the Jedi had chosen to face without his faithful Clone Trooper at his side.

So he'd sent the small clone to Rhen Var, for a training program operated by [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]. BB-4 operated as a pilot droid for a Tacyon-class light freighter, the Divergent, and the two parted ways. Sor-Jan to the Core Worlds and Three out towards the Silver Sanctum.

Now, normally Three didn't like to do reading. But in excavating the ruins of the Old Republic ship Intervention on Boz Pity, a few holo-documentaries on the Clone Army of the Republic had been unearthed. And, from those, Three had gotten inspired by a curiosity he'd never even known he had.

Who was he?

Where had he come from?

It had taken a lot of persuasion, and Three would probably be giving BB-4 oil baths for the next year, but he'd convinced the droid to change course from Rhen Var and take them into Mandalorian space.

Which, they had a little trouble at the border between the Silver Sanctum and the Mandalorian Clans. But that may have been because Three had a Republic identicard. And it was sorta nine hundred years old at this point.

And so now he was here, the ancestral home of the great Mandalorian warrior who had been the Prime Clone to the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic.

Tumbleweed blew down the dusty road, bouncing beside where farmers were setting up a fruit market and cowboys were herding nerfs for sale.

The seven hundred forty-fourth clone of the 3X-series Aerospace Assault Clone Trooper had imagined his prime clones ancestral home many times over the last several days travel.

And this?

This wasn't even remote close to what he'd envisioned.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

On Concord Dawn, Vilaz and his clan had ears, eyes, and mouths everywhere from the plains to the forests. One would ask how? They weren't the government that upheld the laws and standards of those living on Concord Dawn. Obviously, the Mandalorians and the citizens of Concord Dawn had a cohesive relationship with each other, since the Journeyman Protectors were inspired and looked up to the Mandalorians. So then how did Vilaz received world that this world had received a peculiar visitor? Well, some of those in his clan worked as the law enforcers of Concord Dawn and whenever one visited to the homeworld of Jango Fett one would be encountered by a Journeyman Protector.

"Alor, we've received a weird visitor," a Munin clansmen that held the rank of Ranger said to Vilaz via commlink. Whenever Vilaz heard the sound of 'peculiar' it often mesnt that something was about to happen in a bad or good manner. Usually, it was a bad manner to the Cuir Rekr since he had a luck and habit in running into strangers that were a threat. Especially now since the Jedi were making a big deal from what had happened on a Jedi Enclave on Ilum and evacuating the the entire Jedi Academy on Yavin. Not to mention that the Mandalorians were now on a crusade against the One Sith and the Galactic Republic.

"Jedi? Sith? Republic," the Alor of Clan Munin asked with three guesses to the Ranger that just contacted him. The clansmen replied saying that it was a Republic citizen that had an identification card nine-hundred years ago and it was just a kid. It could mean that the visitor was looking for sanctuary that was parasecs away from the Republic...or it was a hostile.

"Alright, keep the kid occupied. I'll be there in a couple of minutes, and don't lose damn sight of the kid. Pretty sure the Republic are strapping bombs to kids nowadays." Ever since the events of Roche, the Republic were capable of doing anything that were against their own morals and the symbols that they stood up for. The Akaan hopped on his swoopa bike and headed off to the town in which reported site of this nine-hundred year old kid. Many things were going into the Warrior's mind, but the main one was to find out who exactly this visitor was.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

People were looking at him funny.

Which seemed strange, only because - and he didn't say this often - he really didn't look all that different from everybody else. If this was the planet that the prime clone was from, then that probably made sense. It was actually a little creepy. He was used to looking like no one except other clones. It was strange to feel as though he actually fit in around people.

It had to do with the language.

They spoke Basic, but everything was written in some other language. Which, he figured he was hearing that to, because he couldn't really understand what he was overhearing people say. Case in point, as he wandered through the farmer's market the boy saw a fruit that was definitely a meiloorun... but the sign next to it definitely didn't say meiloorun.

Or, it actually might have. Just not in Aurebesh.

Why did people need so many languages anyway? All you needed was Basic and maybe a little droidspeak so you understood why the astromech was beeping at you. That would pretty much get you by on any world in the...

...well, the Republic. Except this wasn't the Republic.

Nothing was anymore. Not the Republic like he'd known it. Or, not the Republic that had created him anyway. It was really kinda confusing. Fishing through his pockets, the boy was digging for his credit cube when the BB unit bumped against his side. A trilling whistle and a low, percussive series of bleeps caused the child's brow to furrow. The boy's head came up, briefly catching the eye of another man in the crowd. "Following us?" the boy echoed, repeating back what he'd understood the droid to have said.

Why would anyone be following them?

He actually had no idea what he'd paid for the meiloorun. He'd been taught how to count and calculate Republic credits, but his allowance was a small expense account under Sor-Jan Xantha's name at Corell Financial, which was a bank invested in the free markets of the former Techno Union. Aurodium was the underlying standard of value, which made understanding the value a lot different from how Republic credits worked. He knew his allowance covered the cost of his subscription to World of Build-a-Bear Knights, which was his only expense.

And, apparently, enough to cover the cost of a meiloorun.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He arrived at the town in which the nine-hundred year old Republic child was sited by the Clan Munin Ranger. He hopped off from his swoopa bike and made his way to the busy area of the town. "Kal, I'm here. You still got a visual on the kid," the Alor asked the Ranger as he walked through the streets of the rural, Concordian town. The man on the other side of the commlink responded back and gave Vilaz where the Republic visitor was at. "Alright, here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna approach the kid and just talk with him. Don't shoot or frighten him. Just act normal and talk with him. I'll be over there before you know it."

He continued to make way where the kid was, passing through a crowd of both Mandalorians and non-Mandalorians as they were doing their own business. Many of them knew Vilaz due to the influence of his clan and lending a hand whenever Concord Dawn needed help.

As the Cuir Rekr made his way to where his Ranger and the Republic kid, the Ranger would Three and initiate a non-hostile, non-aggressive conversation so that way Vilaz wouldn't have to walk around and catch up to a mobilized child. While this wasn't an urban town, that didn't mean that there was a crowd walking around which could make it hard to spot someone and come to them.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The young clone made his way to where a stack of wooden palettes were set against the wall of an old building.

Sitting on the edge of the stack of weathered palettes, the boy cracked open the meiloorun fruit, setting one half aside as he bit into the other. Leg's kicking idly, the child looked out into the farmer's market, just people watching, as he munched on the fruit.

Reaching into his pocket, the boy produced a slim HoloBoy Advanced -- a Corellia Digital branded device that was a portable game console, datapad, and comlink all in one. Swiping with the one thumb, the youth accessed some of the historical notes he'd downloaded before venturing out to Concord Dawn. "The prime clone was called Jango Fett," the child remarked, ostensibly talking to the BB unit which was swaying back and forth on its ball-like body.

"I wonder if there's any statues of him or anything..."

The prime clone would have been this total bombad warrior. There must be some kind of monument to the legendary and astal and more legendary stuff that he must have done. Because Clone Troopers were pretty awesome to begin with, and the prime clone was like all of their qualities combined.

"Would you know what time it is?"

Huh? Blinking, the small boy craned his head up to see a man standing there. Glancing back down, the child peered at the chronometer before he looked back up and gave the man the time.

"Thanks," the man replied, with a tip of his hat. He seemed about to step away, when he paused and just offhandedly asked, "What do you have there?"

Have there?

Have where?

Glancing around, the boy looked down at his lap and saw just the HoloBoy and half a meiloorun fruit. Picking up the former, the child held up the slimline datapad as he glanced back up. "This?" the child asked, skeptically. Who didn't know what a HoloBoy was?

Wait, was there even a Corellia Digital Store out here? Those were everywhere, weren't they?

"It's a HoloBoy Advanced," the boy supplied, as he got into a conversation with the man.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

There was a marker of where the Munin would find both his Ranger and the somehow nine-hundred year old kid that was a Republic citizen. Was Vilaz suspicious of this? What did he thought and felt about this one-in-a-million chance of your homeworld having a Republic child that was nine-hundred years old? Refugees that sought to retreat from the corrupt and and wicked Galactic Republic were accepted here on Concord Dawn; however, those refugees would be under a tight surveillance by both the Journeyman Protectors and the Mandalorians inhabiting the homeworld of the prime clone, Jang Fett. Were these said refugees discriminated and harassed? Possibly, but not by the Protectors, him, or most of his clan. Sure, there were some in Clan Munin that looked down upon someone that used to be a citizen of the Galactic Republic, and not just that but the citizens of Concord Dawn as well.

But Vilaz would always keep a clear head. Besides, this was a kid that he was dealing with so he would take it easy on the child.

He then saw Kal, a Clan Munin Ranger, having a conversation with a boy that was sitting on a stack of palettes. There was a strange device that could be seen as the boy was showing and telling Kal about it. Did Vilaz's mind went into the state that there could be an explosive within the device? Not yet, but he was going to do some investigating.

"I'll take it from here, Kal," the Alor said to his fellow clansmen who answered back with a nod and stepped away from both Vilaz and Three. The Cuir Rekr's helmet was clinging onto his utility belt and the eyes of Vilaz were set on the boy. That face seemed kind of familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen it or to who it belonged to. He extended his hand to the kid and said, "Welcome to Concord Dawn, kid. Tell me, are you all by yourself and what's that?" The kid did seem to be alone which was something that Vilaz was curious about as well as the handheld device that the kid had. He really has never seen something like that in any Mandalorian store. Maybe it was something sold exclusively in the Galactic Republic?

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Take it from here?

There was something about the exchange between the two men that made the boy wonder if he was in trouble.

He shifted somewhat nervously atop the stack of wooden palettes, shooting a brief look over at the BB unit - who gave a low whistle - before his faun brown eyes went back up to meet the gaze of this new man who was talking to him. And that was a rather... problematic question.

He was by himself.

Was he supposed to be? Well, he was supposed to be on Rhen Var with [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]. Maybe he could say it was navigational error? By a few... hundred... thousand lightyears...

"Yes, sir," the child answered, his Clone Trooper indoctrination taking over and prompting the answer from the boy without any attempt at deception. Which was a facet of the boy's genetic alteration and personality that frustrated [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] the most. SJ liked to play fast and loose with rules, guidelines, and the truth. Whereas Three had a difficult time coloring outside the lines.

Holding out the handheld tablet-like device, the boy explained, "It's a HoloBoy Advanced. You know, for hologames an' stuff." The slimline datapad had a manufacturer's logo on the back that identified the technology as belonging to Corellia Digital. Angry Mynocks and the mobile version of World of Build-a-Bear Knights were the games loaded on the advanced comlink at present, along with the holovids of Jango Fett and the Jedi archival footage of the Clone Army.

The boy's legs kicked idly as he sat and squirmed under the man's shadow. "Am... am I in trouble, sir?" the boy asked finally. Trouble was good if it was the 'I'm in a firefight with a Sith ton of clankers' because that was exactly the sort of trouble that Clone Troopers were made for. But trouble in the legal sense was bad. Like, bombad bad. "'Cause..."

Cause why?

What would SJ say? Probably something about a Sith Lord, a cracked holocron, and a rabid kushiban.

"...cause my Jedi kinda thinks I'm on Rhen Var right now."

Yep. Three's skills at lying were nothing if not the stuff of legend.

"I... just wanted to see where my prime clone was from," the boy admitted, glancing down at his feet.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The boy was being cooperative which was something that the Munin admired from the boy. He nodded when the boy answered positive that he was alone which meant no parents or guardians. This was something that Vilaz would have to work and figure out because he had no idea how the kid would survive on Concord Dawn with no parental guidance. Not to mention that there were outlaws and criminals roaming the entire sphere of the planet. As his first question was answered, his second was answered, too. Apparently, it was a Holoboy Advanced which was used for playing virtual games. He never heard such device before which was produced and distributed by Corellia Digital. It was possible that he'd have to inspect it and check there wasn't anything suspicious about it, but only time would tell. For now, the Cuir Rekr was being easy on the kid since...well, he was a kid. No need to get paranoid at this point.

Then the young lad asked the Alor if he was in trouble and explained to him that he was supposed to be on a different planet far away from Mandalorian territory. Vilaz gave him and warm smile and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, and said in a friendly tone, "You're not in trouble, son. Just need to get some answers and clarifications, that's all." He sure hoped this eased the boy's mind from being worried and scared. Vilaz's intention was to get some answers in the most friendly manner as possible.

What really intrigued him from the young lad was that he wanted to figure out who was his prime clone. "Prime clone? You're a clone, lad?" He was curious and wanted to know more. Could he be a clone from the Fett genome? Was he here to learn about the Mandalorian culture along with knowing more about his origins?

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Was he a clone?

He was a whole ARMY of clones!

"I'm a Clone Trooper," the boy said. It wasn't meant to sound like he was correcting the man, but no. He wasn't just a clone.

Say it loud. Clone Trooper and proud. "We were made on Kamino for the Grand Army of the Galactic Republic," the boy affirmed, with the same strong sense of chest-swelling pride as before. They had done the impossible. They had taken on the droid armies of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, beaten back the Separatists, and emerged the victors.

Of course, this was probably sounding more like a history lesson.

"But, my Jedi pulled this really crazy stunt in hyperspace and... well, that was all a really long time ago I guess."

Somehow, it made perfect sense that Sor-Jan Xantha would find a way to make himself part of history. And Three had just gotten caught up in the mess. Which, was probably all well and good. The whole Galactic Empire thing wasn't a good look. And while Three had a lot of pride in being a Clone Trooper... what he wasn't was a Stormtrooper. "Anyway, my prime clone was named Fett," the boy recalled. The man was holding the datapad with the notes, but the boy thought he could recall the whole name. "Jan... Jango Fett."

Curiously, the child looked up at the man.

"Have... you ever heard of him?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

If there was one batch of clones that were bred and trained to be soldiers, then it was the first Grand Army of the Republic that used the DNA of Jango Fett to make an army that could be indefinite. Of course, there were governments that had issued clone armies in today's world but the most successful and noticeable one would be the very first clone army in the Clone Wars era. Every Mandalorian knee of this due to the fact that Jango was once the Sole Ruler of the True Mandalorians and his legacy would continue throughout time since there was a clone of him in from of him right now.

His assumption was correct as the boy said that the man he originated from was Fett. The young clone looked up to him and asked if he had ever heard of such name. "As a matter of fact, I have. Everyone that's a Mando has heard that name before, and everyone who lives on this rock knows him because he was born here," the Munin explained to the child and told him that they were standing on the homeworld of Jango Fett. "I don't know that much about him, but what I do know is that his house ain't that far away. Would you like to check it out?"

It was always nice to know where one came from because it could always be that one case, that one mystery that could haunt anyone as they always ask themselves, "Where did I came from? Who are my parents (or originator)? Who am I? What legacy do I carry?" That was probably why the clone was here. To find answers to those unsolved questions.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

See, this was what he was talking about.

Everybody knew who the prime clone was. It was like nine hundred ba-jillion years later, and people still knew who the prime clone was. That's how much of a bad mother-shut your mouth that he was.

And his house was near here? "Yes, please!" the child piped up, almost immediately.

The boy was even on his feet before he'd finished talking. Because enough talk. There was stuff to see. There was stuff to do! All that talky-talk was just boring.

If he wanted to attend a lecture about Jango Fett, he could've just asked SJ...

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

It pleased him to see that the boy was excited about seeing the house of a famous Mandalorian and a notorious bounty hunter that everyone knew of because of his blood supplying the masses of clone troopers in the Clone Wars. Perhaps the kid wanted to walk in the footsteps of Fett and become a Mandalorian? Or maybe he was just here to find out about his originator and go off to his Jedi? The Munin hoped that it was the former because...well, the young lad carried the blood of an ancient Mandalore. Why wouldn't he choose and take up the mantle of a Mandalorian? He knew that the Skirata Clan adopted Fett clones during the Clone Wars and even smuggled some after Order 66 and the beginning of the Galactic Empire. Most of them were Republic Commandos since they were bred to be independent thinkers unlike some of the infantry brand of Fett clones that followed every single order to the letter.

"Great! Let's get a move on then. Also, what should I call you? Gotta name?"

He hoped that the lad's name wasn't one with a combination series of numbers and letters because it was common knowledge that clones were named by the cloning tube they were created in. If that was the case, then the Cuir Rekr would find a name that would suit the boy...that is if he became a Mandalorian. Of course if the boy wanted to keep whatever name he had, then he would respect his wishes.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

See?

This trip was totally worth it. Instead of watching a bunch of Jedi meditate and freeze their butts off on Rhen Var, he was getting to see how the prime clone lived.

Maybe Concord Dawn wasn't exactly the kind of place he'd imagined his prime clone had come from, but that didn't matter. Kamino was basically a water world and the Clone Army of the Galactic Republic had come from it.

"Three," the child responded, turning his head up to look at the man as he was asked for a name.

Except, that wasn't entirely true. "...well, actually, it's Three-Ex-Seven-Four-Four," the boy clarified, using his hands as they walked and talked. "But everyone calls me Three."

The rolling astromech droid gave a series of beeps, bleeps, and whistles.

"And this is BeeBee-Four," the child supplied, motioning toward the small droid. Then he looked back up at the man and added, "So we're, like, Three and Four!"

"What's... what's your name?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

So the kid's name was Three. Like the number. But that was just the name that the young lad dubbed himself instead of being called by his other name which was like the Munin imagined, a whole combination series of letters and numbers the he thought bare no meaning whatsoever. At least the name "Three" had meaning into it. "Yeah, I think I like Three better than that Three-ex-something-something number," Vilaz said as he looked down and grinned at the clone. Not that he meant any offense, but he always thought that names with just letter and numbers were meant for mindless droids that unhesitatingly complied the wishes of their masters.

And speaking of droids, whistles, beeps, and bleeps emitted from behind the Cuir Rekr which caused him to turn around. What he saw was a BB droid unit which appeared to be following him and the clone. He could've swore that he saw that droid earlier when he was conversing with Three at the stack of wooden palettes. The astromech droid seemed to be property to the young boy as Three said its unit number. "Oh, that's pretty creative. Three and Four. Sounds like the two of ya are like two peas in a pod," Vilaz commented with still that friendly grin of his.

"Oh, my name is Vilaz Munin. You can call me Vilaz though, or Mister Munin if you want to," the Mandalorian answered back to the young lad's question as they were nearing his swoopa bike. "Well, that's our ride to get to Fett's old house, but I'm not sure how we're gonna fit Four with us," he said and looked from Three to the rolling astromech droid. They could figure it out or they could entrust a Munin clansmen to look after it while Three and Vilaz went out to check the house of Jango Fett.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Something something number?

"Seven Four Four!" the child corrected, throwing both arms in the air in over exaggerated frustration. Seriously, there were a ton of 3X Clone Troopers. But he was the only 744. Well, the only 3X744. There was 2V744 or 1A744s or 9D744s... There was probably a 744 in every Clone Trooper MOS. But he was still the only 744 in the 3X MOS. So, in many respects, the boy thought of 3X as his family name and the 744 part was much closer to what his name was.

This frustration quickly vanished when the got closer to Vilaz's mode of transportation.

"Oh cool, a swoop bike..." the child breathed, his short legs hurrying a little faster as the boy ran up to get a closer look at the speeder.

Turning his head, the boy looked back up at the Mandalorian man as he spoke, then directed his attention to the BB unit. What could BB-4 do? Oh, he knew... BB-4 should probably stay with the ship. It was a Tacyon-class light freighter that belonged to the same Corellia Digital company that had manufactured the boy's HoloBoy Advanced. "Stay with the ship, Bee-Four."

The droid rocked from side to side, a litany of bleeps and bloops emitted as it seemed skeptical of how events were transpiring now.

Apparently understand the droidspeak, or at least the gist of it, the small Mandalorian boy answered, "He's not a stranger, he's Mister Vilaz."

They weren't strangers if you knew their names.

Plus, Three was already climbing onto the swoop bike.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The exaggerated frustration from the clone caused the Munin to chuckle. It was kind of funny to see a young kid like Three to act like this without getting way too serious. Way too serious for Vilaz would be swearing and just throwing a temper tantrum like what most kids do when they got bothered by something they didn't like; however, Three was a clone cadet back in the Clone Wars and the Mandalorian imagined that all the fits from the young boys were pounded out of them by their training officers. He could imagined that clones had a tough life ever since they were born, then again they were trained by Mandalorians and Vilaz knew how that was.

"Thanks," he replied back to the young lad as his little legs ran towards the bike to get a closer look at the bike.

Then the problem with the astromech droid was resolved as the young clone ordered the droid to go back to the ship that they two came on, but it seemed that the droid was hesitating at the orders of Three since it didn't trust Vilaz taking care of the clone. It was probably because the events of Ilum that caused the droid to be suspicious. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Three," the Cuir Rekr said to Four as Vilaz jumped onto the swoopa bike. He passed a biker helmet to the lad and said to him, "It's probably a bit too big for your head, but it's worth more than landing on your head."

"Tell me whenever you're ready," The Akaan had started the bike which gave a mighty purr. They'd be on their way once Three was comfortable and steady in his seat.

[member="3X744"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

The clone was anything but settled.

How cool was this? The boy was trying to get over the euphoria of being on a swoop bike when the helmet dropped down into his lap. Throwing is on, even as he tried to strap it down, it still rolled and shifted around on top of his head.

Was this safe? Probably not.

Was this a good idea? Absolutely yes.

Would BB-4 disagree? Most likely.

All things being equal, this was shaping up to be an even better day than he'd imagined when they'd come here. "Ready!" the boy chirped brightly.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Alright, then. Best hold on tight," the Mandalorian said to the young clone and just like that they sped off towards the land site of the Fett homestead. Just hearing the excitement from Three's mouth, the Munin bet that the lad had never ridden or driven a swoop bike in his life. Obviously the Galactic Republic back in the Clone Wars didn't allow that type of fun; however, they did train them to drive and maneuver BARC speeders which had armaments unlike Vilaz's bike.

"You liking the view," the Cuir Rekr yelled due to the uproar noise that the engine was producing which made communications a difficult if using a normal volume when talking. The Akaan was sure loving the view that was presented to him as he rode on the plane of Concord Dawn. The plains, the forest, the jungle, and even the deserts of Cocord Dawn. Ever since meeting Bree he took life in a whole new perspective that he alone couldn't achieve.

Up ahead in the distance something was coming up which became bigger and bigger to see as the two covered miles of land that was between them and Fett's house. "There it is! Up ahead!"

[member="3X744"]