The Hound of Keldabe
Strider waited patiently in the Oyu'baat for his blind date. It had been ages since he properly courted a woman and had fell out of touch with the ways of such. Yeah, he was labelled the hound of keldabe for his escapades as a youth. Not much to show for such feats, a few bastards about the galaxy conceived out of wedlock and possibly some he don't even know about. He was a great warrior but he never was a true family man let alone a man to treat women with the respect they deserved.
Strider had risen to the ranks of Field Marshal, his military career was golden but his personal life was not much to talk about. He was once told that if one was to be great at one he would have to be just as qualified in the other. So here he was, nervous as a pup as he waited for Adelaide. A woman he had corresponded back and forth through a mandalorian holonet site build for singles to match up.
The old mando wore simple garb, an old nerf hide duster, black trousers and a black t shirt. His combat boots were dirty and unpolished but his black hair was kept and cleaned. He gripped his cup of caf and took a soothing sip before placing it back on the table.
Strider had risen to the ranks of Field Marshal, his military career was golden but his personal life was not much to talk about. He was once told that if one was to be great at one he would have to be just as qualified in the other. So here he was, nervous as a pup as he waited for Adelaide. A woman he had corresponded back and forth through a mandalorian holonet site build for singles to match up.
The old mando wore simple garb, an old nerf hide duster, black trousers and a black t shirt. His combat boots were dirty and unpolished but his black hair was kept and cleaned. He gripped his cup of caf and took a soothing sip before placing it back on the table.