Chapter Two

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𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔,𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡

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𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡,
𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚,
𝑂𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠?
— ( C.B )






DAYS BLEED INTO NIGHTS and soon, Naois Vos was simply a legend of the stars. Parents told their children, in great exaggeration, of the Mandalorian man who was lost amongst the cosmos. Travelling through the wonders of the universe, they presumed he was dead.

However, Naois was not dead, he was simply missing. He could go on for hours in a fantasy of the horrors he was submitted to in order to stay alive through the years. The once-mighty Mandalorian had been reduced to a simple krill farmer, stuck on a foreign planet, Naois would quite dramatically claim he wished the crash to have killed him instead of his boredom. He was, though, eternally grateful to the people of the village that pulled him out of the wreckage.

The rural planet did not get many visitors, crushing the war-torn man's hopes of returning home. When it did get the occasional drunkard, it was usually someone looking to get rid of their past, and so, the past three years were filled with disappointment.

When Naois did crash, he suffered minimal physical damage thanks to the beskar he had worn, but it had taken a heavy toll on his mind. With nowhere to go, Naois had set up a new life with the villagers, who were all far too trusting for his liking. Given his own hut and supplies, he would then spend the rest of his days sifting through muddy water for krill fish.

Today was another day valuable for the harvest, but Naois couldn't seem to care as he slept in yet again. His body was sprawled out on his makeshift bed while his covers were bunched up at his feet from all his kicking. Despite the light snores and trickles of drool that spilt from his mouth, he had been rather restless the previous night.

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