The cold winds of the planet whipped around Jango, a familiar chill that recalled him of his childhood when he roamed the rugged terrain in search of adventure. But today, the winds felt different; they carried an air of uncertainty. Jango stood at the edge of a landing pad, the metallic surface cool beneath his armored boots, staring at the ship that would take him away from everything he knew. The ship was sleek and imposing, a vessel designed for speed and stealth, just like him. Yet, as he turned to glance back, his heart sank slightly.

Beside him stood his partner, their presence like a beacon of light in the encroaching storm of his thoughts. Jango had received the call from Count Dooku just hours earlier, a summons that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. He had been selected as the template for a clone army—a twisted honor that filled him with both pride and trepidation.

“Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly, hiding the vulnerability that threatened to see through the cracks of his stoic facade. He felt the weight of the decision pressing down on him like the heavy armor he wore.

He had expected resistance, perhaps even fear at the thought of leaving this world for the unknown waters of Kamino. The city of endless rain and sterile laboratories was far from the rugged landscapes they were accustomed to. But Jango knew that his partner was not easily swayed by the specter of the unknown; they had faced challenges together before, and this would be no different.

“Kamino isn’t exactly a vacation spot. It’s filled with scientists, sterile environments, and endless rain so..im just trying to make sure..”