Jac'Eli'Zirem
The field. The building in the distance.
He remembered this. Some of this. The training, the drills. Running through the building. Kind of remembered. Eliz stared out under his buy'ce. It was refitted. Well, more he had
Shai Maji
take out some of the extra padding that had been put in. He was growing again. All the take in modifications he did so it could fit him needed to be undone. No one better than her in his mind. It was weird, but of everyone she was the one he remembered the clearest.He also knew her the longest, so many it wasn't too surprising.
The rest of his armor was just durasteel, plasteel, whatever fit the best. His Beskar'gam was out there. Piece mealed, maybe, but still out there. When he found the karks who had it, they'd get there's. Until then, no. He'd earn his families armor back with his own two hands. The Beskar that could've made him a new suit were better for the Foundlings. He shivered a little as he crossed his arms. Right. Cold. He hated being cold. He didn't remember that ever being a problem, but turns out he used to run hot when he was stronger.
Now he just felt weak.
Kranak would help fix that. That was half the reason he was here. To get stronger again. To build proper muscle, not rely on the serum that had made him almost super human. Muscle memory at least had him as skilled as he had been, if recent events didn't prove as much. But if he wanted to get back into action, into helping his Vod, he needed to start again, properly.
Kranak Vizsla