Freedomtown IC

It appears that I have returned to this place on the day of the massacre. This pleases me greatly.

For every one that I did not meet before, I am Cara Dune. While I was back home, I was named Marshal of Nevarro, but I'm sure that won't apply to all that much here.

Alright, I'm bored. I need something to do.

And I don't mean that in the whiny bitches, begging for someone to take them out dancing. I want to go on a mission and possibly blow shit up.

So let me get this straight...

There was a massacre on this day nearly a century ago, and now it's being celebrated as a commercialized holiday for romance? I like it.

(Yes, I know that there is more of a history with the actual Saint, but this is better.)

Yes, it seems I had gotten my Mandalorian Vambraces to work now.

Since I arrived here, I've been made aware of the fact that somehow, people from my world have very little that is private or secret here. Things are different here, and the only way I'm going to survive and prosper here to to adapt.

Now that I had a chance to allow the one true friend I've made here to be the first to see and know me... I allow myself to be seen in public.

My name is Din Djarin. Mandalorian and former bounty hunter.

I'm not sure I like this place, but there weren't any Imperial guards here to greet me. So that's something.

I'm Cara Dune. The people here at the Welcome Center are just about as confusing as this device. I'll figure it out, though. I just need to find a place to stay.