Zaiden Dean
The Stealth Master
Zaiden stared at the looming brown planet. Home. Tattooine. The place most important to him, beside his kingdom. Something had told him to return home, and so he did.
Stepping toward the Force field keeping the oxygen inside the large hangar, he waved a hand. The cockpit controllers knew what it meant. The field dropped, oxygen sucked out in an explosive fashion. Along with it went Zaiden.
Holding his breath, he let gravity begin to take him.
Space drop. It was something he was known for. He had dropped clear from the skies into battle once. The people had been stupified. He however had loved it and did it every so often now.
It was a long drop, but uneventful. Just about a hundred meters up, Zaiden reached into the Force and began heavily slowing his descent. By the time he reached the ground, it was explosive but he had switched to enhancing his body with the ever present energies.
Taking the helmet off, he clipped it to his bag, and began walking. He had landed near Mos Eisley. It wouldn't be that long and he was among his favorite people.
Aesro
Stepping toward the Force field keeping the oxygen inside the large hangar, he waved a hand. The cockpit controllers knew what it meant. The field dropped, oxygen sucked out in an explosive fashion. Along with it went Zaiden.
Holding his breath, he let gravity begin to take him.
Space drop. It was something he was known for. He had dropped clear from the skies into battle once. The people had been stupified. He however had loved it and did it every so often now.
It was a long drop, but uneventful. Just about a hundred meters up, Zaiden reached into the Force and began heavily slowing his descent. By the time he reached the ground, it was explosive but he had switched to enhancing his body with the ever present energies.
Taking the helmet off, he clipped it to his bag, and began walking. He had landed near Mos Eisley. It wouldn't be that long and he was among his favorite people.
Aesro