Starting place for Jax Rook
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The remote system of Drogoon lies in the extremities of known space. It's environment hosted hostile extremes of both highs and lows. The native life of the world were ferocious and deadly. Mere existence here was a challenge. Such a world was once deemed ideal by your ancestors, who conquered worlds like Mando'a, Dxun, and the like. The struggle made you stronger. The emblem of your kind heralded back to such a time, a mighty predator that had long since been made extinct by your pernicious and deadly forebears. But this was not the idylic hunting grounds. No traditions of foundlings or ascension were made here. There was no clan. There was no crusade.
Not even the Mandalorians could call this home. It was a tomb.
The First Order, in it's search for galactic conquest, did not stop at merely eliminating the Empire. The newly resurgent Mandalorian presence was quickly targeted. It's members identified and either killed or collected into this harsh world. Your weapons and armor destroyed; sacred beskar yet again melted down to base metal.
Why they did not kill you all on sight was a mystery. Some suspect the labor you produce is valuable somehow to their war effort. Others believe you are being held in case you may prove useful. A few ponder that the First Order takes macabre glee in watching the once great Mandalorian clans slowly wither and die.