I started my mandalorian story, heres the first bit (the begining is kinda boring so dont worry itll pick up
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Blistering heat filled the air, but yet we still worked. A normal day on Concord Dawn. I have always hated the heat, but if only I had known! The heat isn’t that bad compared to what laid in store for me. Who am I? I am Galak, Galak Vih’torr. Son of Criax and Aliura Vih’torr. We were a farming family, just like our close family friends, the Fetts.
Life was simple, me and Jango would work out in the fields everyday then come home to a great meal! Sometimes we would help each other, we would help each other on their job for half the day and the other half we would work on the other. Kept us from getting lonely I guess. We were great friends. Not a day would go by that we didn’t mess something up together. Ha ha good times, but it didn’t always stay that way.
Jango and I were working the field like usual when an old friend came running through. Jaster Mereel, exiled from Concord Dawn and an old friend of the family. He picked Jango up leaving me to get picked up by one of his many followers. We were being taken away from our home, lives, and our very way of living. We were being kidnapped.