Looking Back[Keldabe]

[Rose Kuhn]

Keldabe

This city had history.

It had a past that stretched back thousands of years, through billions of beings and countless events. The walls, the ground, the very air seemed to be filled to the brim with the spirit of the history. Keldabe was colorful, filled with life and nearly breaking with what the Mandalorians would have called honor. Armored men and women walked everywhere, speeders slowly meandered through the air, buildings stretched no taller than a few stories. This was a city of old, a city that had seen much trouble and hatred. Rose had been a part of that hatred, a part of that trouble.

The last time she had been here had not been pleasant for anyone involved, herself the least.

She had been part of an attack on this fair city, a strike of distraction at the very heart of the Mandalorian city.

A part of her regretted her actions then, unsure of her motivations and even more wary of what she had done. The past was the past, that was what her father had said, that history had a way of rewriting itself to favor those who pushed forward instead of stagnating. Rose wasn't entirely sure if she believed that, but she knew that she had little choice in the matter. The fact was that she had to return to this city, that she had left something here that was more precious to her than all the gold in the galaxy.

She could not leave again without it, could not stand to stay away any longer. That was why she had returned to Keldabe, why she had come back to this city that she had once done harm. The last time Rose had been here she had been stuck, trapped within a city of enemies. In her attempt to escape and get away Rose had stashed her lightsabers beneath the floor of a broken home, knowing that she could eventually find them again. That was why she had come here.

To get her lightsabers.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Rose Kuhn"]

Location: Headed towards Keldabe

It was harvest season, Jacks favourite time-of the year, the time when he got paid and then flipped half of that check into buying up more land for the homestead. He was running a small farm now, an old project his mother had started. Madalore was his new home, the squalid filth of Nar Shaada was far behind him. Today he was after two things. Heading top the Magistrates office to buy more land, and then down to the construction yards, to pick supplies for more building upon that land.

He rode in the front seat of the old dingy flash speeder, road bumping and bucking the carriage under him. Dak was perched like a cat atop the sacks of grain and vegetables in the back, taking in the sights, letting the wind flow through his hair. It was high noon and the sky as painted in brilliant orange hues.

For once he was very relaxed as they approached the gate.

"Suc'uy Ner'Vod."

"Ay Suc'uy!"

"Harvest season eh?" The Mando'ad asked, motioning to the trailer. He was dressed in full Beskar'Gam a precaution that was being taken at the ingress and egress points since the Deathwatch incident.

"Yep, going to fetch a fair credit this year I hope."

The Mando'ad laughed waving hi through. Dust clouds turned to nothing as the repulsor shifts crossed into the ancient city, beating pavement instead of dirt.

 

[Rose Kuhn]

Keldabe-Inner City
[member="Jack Raxis"]

She liked this city. Rose hadn't noticed it the last time she had been here, too much panic in her heart and too many fears in her head, but she found that Keldabe was a pleasant place to be. The streets were clean, the buildings were well decorated, and the people...well they mostly wore armor but the few who were without helmet offered her smiles and even warm greetings.

Perhaps it was because the city itself was smaller, more tightly knit.

Rose didn't really know, and truthfully she didn't even care. She was only here for her lightsabers, not to make friends. Her mother had once told her that she had the heritage of people, that somehow one of her ancestors had once been a Mandalorian. She didn't know if that held any weight with these people, though she somehow doubted that it would. The young woman had hardly tried to study Mandalorians, and she didn't know the first thing about them as a culture save for their tendencies in wearing armor.

She supposed that was all one needed to know really, though doubtless there was more to them than that.

Either way, Rose made her way deeper into the city, realizing that the buildings around her were beginning to look more and more familiar.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Rose Kuhn"]

Keldabe
Inner City

They'd made it to market and offloaded. The trailer now empty Jack was winding his way through the inner streets of Keldabe. It was a tight fit, cobblestoned and narrow. The buildings ages old were magnificently decked out in multicoloured banners of the clans. The city was exceptionally busy as many were hawking grains, weapons and salvage. There was a big market around the harvest season.

Then he saw her. A lone woman making her way towards the center of town. He almost ran her over, and had to swerve violently, veering into the side-walk. For the briefest of moments he caught a tingle, a funny sensation in his stomach. Gut instinct he called it.

"Hey you, what the hell ya doin' walking in the middle of the lane?"