Keldabe

[Nick Cousland]

Keldabe was the capital city of the planet Mandalore, forty-five degrees north of the equator along the Kelita River.

The city's name itself is plural form of Mandalorian word "keldab", meaning "stronghold".

Keldabe was where the MandalMotors facilities were located. The Keldabe-class battleship was named after the city.

Boba Fett was the head of state of Keldabe in 25 ABY.

[ailyn]

Darkness. It spreads quickly upon the ground without the warm light of the sun overhead. Ailyn Vevut sat atop a table that was nestled into a back corner of the bar. The window beside her was as black as the night outside. A fight had erupted from the bar area, and quickly spread throughout the entire room. With a roll of her eyes, she turned her helmeted head to look out the darkened window. The lights from the other buildings began to flicker on, illuminating the black street like stars in the night sky.

Ailyn was about to turn away from the window when her table flipped over. She tumbled to the floor, grunting as she landed hard on her left hip. She growled in anger as she pushed herself up, reaching for one of her verpine pistols. She slid it from its holster that was strapped on her right thigh and aimed it in front of her.

An armored and quite tall man was a few feet away from her, a chunk of the table in his hand. "Hello little one. My, what pretty beskar you have, but it would look much better on the floor of my room." His voice bellowed drunkenly from under his buy'ce in slurred Mando'a. Ailyn's face contorted in disgust under her own buy'ce, her eyes rolling in annoyance as the man began to step towards her.

She had an advantage over him, being slightly petite. She could see under the rim of his buy'ce, and the lack of a beskar collar. She grinned at this, pivoting back and aiming a kick up at the drunken man's throat. The heel of her boot made a sickening thunk as it impacted with his trachea, bringing him to his knees as he gasped for air. She stood on both feet again, glowering at the sunken man. "Di'kut."

She holstered her pistol, then walked for the door, dodging other brawling fools along the way.

[Sardac Ordo]

*Walking into the Cantina Sardac looks around making mental note of everthing and everyone in the room before heading to the bar and sitting to order a Tihaar. Placing his Buy'ce on the counter beside the drink he sips his drink slowly.*

"Bar tender, any news on bounties in the area."

[jaing]

*The man behind the bar raises an eyebrow then shrugs as he watches Sardac sip his tihaar.His black hair hangs down to nearly shoulder length, the trace of a scar running down the left side of his face as his peircing green eyes look at Sardac. He wears a black flightsuit, the arms removed from it, and no visible weapons.*

"Heard something about some Jetii. Jael somthing."

*The man pulls the datapad from his hip pocket and sets it on the bar*

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*Smiling slightly the man grabs 5 tihaars and walks from behind the bar. Behind him the bewildered bartender walks out of a backroom and looks at the man. The man shrugs, and smirks at the bartender over his shoulder then moves towards a table in the back of the room, four other Mandos already seated.*

*Dropping into a seat he passes out the tihaars then takes a sip of his own, watching the red and gold Mando at the bar*

[ailyn]

The door of the cantina opens and a slender armored female enters. She scans the interior of the room, noting the others inside. Ailyn walks towards the bar, looking for the barman, who seems to be staring off in bewilderment towards the back at a group of people. She raises an eyebrow as she waves her hand in his line of sight to gain his attention. Ailyn holds in a chuckle as he jumps, but requests a ne'tra gal.

As the barman heads into the back, Ailyn takes a seat at the bar. She lifts her buy'ce off and shakes out her long black hair, her icy blue eyes scanning the room again as she waits.

[Sardac Ordo]

*Shakeing his head when he realizes he was servered by some one other then the bar tender. Seeing the woman sitting down at the bar doesn't even phase him he just continues to slowly drink his drink. All the time observing his surroundings and those in there.*

[Isko Gratua]

*As the feet of her ship settle onto the Keldabe soil, Isko seals her buy’ce.*

“Kriffing men…”
*She thinks to herself, as she lowers the ramp, and grabbing her belongings, heads out of the ship. Securing the ship again, she heads out walking amongst the people of Keldabe. She holds nothing more in her hands than a single photo and the flimsi letter her buir had sent with her. She keeps to herself, except to occasionally stop a passerby and ask if they’d seen the man on the photo. Finally, after what seems like forever, someone does indeed recognize the man… they point the young mando’dala to a local tavern, and tell her just how tasty their breed of netra’gal is.

Giving a hidden smile beneath her buy’ce Isko heads towards the tavern. Once inside, she notices the bar.
Once inside, she notices the bar keeper, and three fellow Mandalorians, one female, and two male. Glancing from person to person she nods finding her photographic match. Walking over, she takes a seat beside him, giving a casual nod as she orders a drink.*

“Su’cuy”

*Is all the young dala says for the moment.*

[ailyn]

As she sips at her newly arrived ale, another enters the bar. Ailyn sets her glass back down onto the bar and turns to see who came in. Another female, someone she doesn't know. Nevertheless, she nods her head in greeting to the newcomer.

Turning her attention back to her ale, Ailyn takes the glass in hand and gets up from her seat. She sets her buy'ce onto the bar before turning and leaning back against it, surveying the rest of the room slowly, yet casually. Slow moments of downtime are something Ailyn likes to savour, yet she becomes bored quite easily. She continues to sip at her ne'tra gal, contemplating future options.

[Sardac Ordo]

*Not even glancing at the dala sitting down beside him he continues with his Tihaar. Watching out of the corner of his eye he notices her armor and rolls his eyes slightly. He was warned about this meeting and really had no time for it what so ever. He had his own plans and dragging along a child was not on his list of things to do to get him killed. Not even looking at her when she greets the bar he sighs.*

There a point you sat there or are you trying to annoy people.

[Isko Gratua]

Buir wanted you to have this. *Popping off her buy’ce, she hands Sardac the flimsi letter* I have no idea as to why he wanted me to find you.

*Sipping her ti'haar that was placed in front of her, she doesn't even look at Sardac. His voice setting her nerves on edge. Gripping the bar, a wave of discomfort washes through her like a gale force wind.* All I know is that my "future", as buir called it is in this letter. *She barely glances at him during their "discussion"*

[Sardac Ordo]

*Not even bothering to look at the letter, he just grabs his buyce and drink and heads to one of the tables near the door. Calling over his shoulder to the unkown woman.*

If you are Ja're Gratua's brat then leave me alone cause I told him I don't train hunters any more.

[Isko Gratua]

*The words go through her like fork over a plate. His voice annoying her with every syllable* You tell him yourself! You think I enjoy being his messenger! He thought the man he taught would man up and help him out, I see his training went to waste!
*Never turning to speak to him she stares dead ahead and sips her ti'haar*

[Sardac Ordo]

*Laughing at her words he goes back to the bar, grabing the letter out of her hands and opening it he hands it back to her.*

If he worded the letter like I asked him to it should be along the lines of telling you to shut up and listen to me from here on out cause first shot I take cause of your silly girlish nature and I am going to give you a lovely scar to remember it.

[Isko Gratua]

*The blue of her eyes grow almost black with hate* Girlish nature? *The words drip disdain as she repeats then and her hands turn into fists at her side as she tries to calm herself down and not allow this arrogant pompous buffoon to irk her* Buir was right, he taught you too well.

*Grabbing her buy’ce, she turns and looks at the man who is to train her* When do you want to start our training? *The words come out short through clinched teeth*

[Sardac Ordo]

Lesson one and two start now. First and most important don't let a mark see your anger it will make you slip up. Secondly memorize your target's face and details. Flashing that picture of mine around town got word to me that some one was asking around in regards to me. So unless you want to be walking into an unwanted surprise like an ambush, you don't want to alert your target.

Yes Ja're taught me well and that is the only reason I agreed to his favor when he contacted me in regards to you. So for the record, you are late. I've been in this town two days longer then I wanted to be so you get to make it up by grabing the supplies and selling that ship of yours if you want.