Jac'Eli'Zirem
Part of being a Mandalorian was knowing how to fight. Hunt. Or at least that's what Eliz had come to believe since he was old enough to well.. Be old enough to think of what a Mandalorian was. There was a lot he was learning though in these past months. All in preparation for the Verd'goten. It's why he asked
Aloy Vizsla
to show him how to hunt. Bounty hunt. Technically his father would of told him no. Strict Chiss rules. but he didn't have to explain that to her. She wouldn't pick up. Right?
Right. Anyway. He stood in the spaceport on Manda'lor dressed in some pretty simple clothing. Loose blue shirt. Trousers. Gun belt. He hadn't made his armor yet. Still technically not an adult. Being half Chiss made figuring out his age weird. That didn't matter. His blue eyes scanned the incoming and outgoing folks. Just looking for that white hand printed helm. Impatiently so. God was not good at waiting.
Aloy Vizsla
to show him how to hunt. Bounty hunt. Technically his father would of told him no. Strict Chiss rules. but he didn't have to explain that to her. She wouldn't pick up. Right?Right. Anyway. He stood in the spaceport on Manda'lor dressed in some pretty simple clothing. Loose blue shirt. Trousers. Gun belt. He hadn't made his armor yet. Still technically not an adult. Being half Chiss made figuring out his age weird. That didn't matter. His blue eyes scanned the incoming and outgoing folks. Just looking for that white hand printed helm. Impatiently so. God was not good at waiting.