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Llorian chuckled, “I wasn’t planning on letting you stay here for free. Rest up for today, tomorrow you’ll start doing a real man’s work.” The old coot obviously meant farming, Lucien wasn’t thrilled about it, but that would help his healing process. Lucien had always been able to heal quickly, and he anticipated a full recovery within a matter of about three weeks. He might be overestimating his abilities, but at the most it would take six standard weeks. Lucien would take Llorian’s advice and rest for the day. He was pretty sore, and the faster he healed up, the faster he could get off this backwater planet. The day was pretty boring, Llorian brought Lucien food a few times, and he also brought Lucien his Bes’kad and returned his blaster again. Lucien spent most of the day trying to tinker with a broken droid. His technical prowess extended to blaster technology, but he wasn’t much with droids. It didn’t stop him from trying from time to time.

                                                                    

                                                                     Night fell Lucien was restless; there was something about the house that left him feeling so unsettled. Maybe it was the fact Llorian’s family had been killed here. That usually wouldn’t bother Lucien, but knowing that they had been killed in cold blood, by his people really made him mad. Lucien didn’t sleep the whole night, so he decided to go explore around the farm. His night vision was very good for a human, so much so that he hardly ever used the optics other Mandalorians had access to. He could see in the light of the Dantooinian moons that the old man didn’t have much land, but he had enough to make a few credits by selling his crops. As Lucien looked around he noticed the telltale signs of Mandalorian raiders. There was carbon scoring on much of the house, crop fields had gruesome empty paths where speeders had left their marks. The fence surrounding the grounds had been destroyed in several places. Lucien was so angry; this wasn’t how his people were supposed to behave. Mandalorians were supposed to be fierce warriors, but they weren’t supposed to be mindless killers. At least that was what his father had taught him.

                                                                     Lucien wasn’t sure of much, but if the Mandalorian raiders came, he would show them what real honor meant. Lucien retired to his quarters until dawn, and then he got to work.  He was much slower than Llorian, as he did minor jobs like cleaning up debris from the field, and repairing the fences around the farm. Weeks passed by, as Lucien’s injuries healed, almost a mirror of Lucien’s recovery the farm recovered as well, only a month passed before Lucien’s collarbone, and the farm were fully operational.  It was now midday, Lucien wiped the sweat from his brow, and took the shovel he had in his hands to the field.