Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
An MC-18, the Basilisk, landed carefully at a landing pad in the capitol city of Mandalore. Inside, Mig Gred got ready to meet with his good friend, [member="Beth Cadera"] . A while ago she had offered to give him a tour of the capitol, so the Alor figured he'd take her up on that offer. Mig had begun to come to Mandalore more often, some a tour of her sights was probably a good idea.
He only wore some basic clothing today, but he still slipped on his Trayc'kad, then looked at the Echani blade that had been given to him. He always seemed to question wearing the blade, mostly because he didn't want Echani to think he stole it, but here on Mandalore...? Well, he could at least tell Beth the story behind it. She knew him well enough to know what he would and wouldn't do. And now, he just had to wait.
He only wore some basic clothing today, but he still slipped on his Trayc'kad, then looked at the Echani blade that had been given to him. He always seemed to question wearing the blade, mostly because he didn't want Echani to think he stole it, but here on Mandalore...? Well, he could at least tell Beth the story behind it. She knew him well enough to know what he would and wouldn't do. And now, he just had to wait.