Old Tusk
Jakkor traveled to his native homeworld hoping to seek some peace. For months his PTSD grew worse more,and more. Nightmares grew worse,and flashbacks were frequent. He hoped to visit his tribe once again,and perhaps become a war leader embracing his herritage once more.
Within hours he Arrived on Tatooine docking The Outlander in a docking bay in Mos Eisley. After he left his ship people were becoming more familar to seeing him around,and no longer stared at him with fear,or curiousity. That was something he welcomed. He walked towards the cantina,and sat infront of the bar ordering a glass of corellian whiskey. Hoping to enjoy a refreshing drink,before he head out into the dune sea.
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Within hours he Arrived on Tatooine docking The Outlander in a docking bay in Mos Eisley. After he left his ship people were becoming more familar to seeing him around,and no longer stared at him with fear,or curiousity. That was something he welcomed. He walked towards the cantina,and sat infront of the bar ordering a glass of corellian whiskey. Hoping to enjoy a refreshing drink,before he head out into the dune sea.
[member="Veronica"]