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Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
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Coruscant. One, planet sized city. A world that had been a seat of power, and a smoking hulk of it's former glory. The center of the Jedi and the Old Republic, yet also a home to something darker, colder, and less well know to other worlds. Her lower levels. Not as glamorous as her surface, but more exciting to the right person. It was a place where many deals, both legal and less then legal were made. It could be dangerous though, with thieves and bounty hunters. At least that was the case you got deeper.

The Basilisk slowly landed in a Level 3 landing area. The man inside was on a mission to meet a man about some durasteel. Yeah, a lot of folks would probably be surprised to see a Mandalorian making a deal to get better access to durasteel, but they couldn't use beskar for everything. It was heavy. Hard to find. Durasteel, though, was lighter, and good for things like the fast attack corvettes CST made. This was a tomorrow problem though. Right now, it was time to get some food and drink.

Mig walked into a random cantina. He wasn't sure why. Food smelt good, and it looked like there was good drinks. At least clean drinks. Either way, he walked in, and soon heard someone ask if he was eating or not. He soon told her "Here for a meal actually." He was then sat at the bar, where Mig pulled off his helmet and clipped it to his belt. An interesting start to his trip to say the least.

[member="Kat Decoria"]
 
It had been a long time since Kat had ventured on her own small trip off-world. Between her training and helping to care for her niece, there wasn't much time that Kat got to herself so she was looking forward to visiting Coruscant. She was wearing her usual white tank top with some grease stains and loose bottoms, she didn't feel the need to be armoured or wear something clean and tidy, this was the underbelly of Coruscant, standing out as looking sharp likely get you killed. There were many places that sold stolen weapons and some weapons that weren't stolen, which was interesting in of itself. She was there mostly for supplies for her tech shop and seeing what items were on trend and upgrades that were being used on the black market. It was good to keep on top of weapon trends and knowing the upgrades that they could use or might need to protect against. Talking to a merchant, Kat argued over the pricing of the plasteel and eventually got a reasonable price for the obviously stolen wares. Tutting as she left, she gave the impression to the trader that he got a better deal than she did, which wasn't the case, she was able to get it for less than market value. Easy savings for her, which meant one thing, time to celebrate.

Heading into the nearest bar, she ordered a drink. Sipping her victory drink, Kat looked over at the people around and saw a Mandalorian enter. Her blood froze, her mind sharpen on the memories of Eshan and was unable to think of anything but the destruction they caused to her home. Kat then remembered there was a recent Mandalorian attack on Umbara as well where too many civilians were murdered. However, she breathed as she had to remember that there were good Mandalorians, she had met them. It was good to develop a dislike for an entire people for the actions of some, that was her mother's attitude and it was unhealthy. Looking at the armour, she tried to figure out if they were from the CIS or from the Empire. When the helmet was removed, she was taken back to Eshan, confronting the man. Making an audible gasp, Kat realised her mistake and turned around.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
As Mig sat there, he had begun to sense a familiar presence. He couldn't quite make it out, but it was one he knew. He then heard something behind him. A slight gasp. He looked back, surprised by the sight. It was her. The Padawan from Eshan. What was her name...? [member="Kat Decoria"] . That was it. He soon got up from the seat, quickly speaking up.

"Kat? Kat Decoria? It's been a long time." He looked at her some. Both had aged a bit since the last time they met, and while they were on opposite sides last time, Mig's voice didn't harbor any hate. No ill will. No aggression. Just surprise. Whether or not Kat would turn, Mig would pull the Echani Vibroblade she had given him on Eshan slightly out of it's scabbard. "I've kept this on me most of the time since we last met, and it's saved my butt a time or two." He chuckled a bit, sliding it back in place.
 
A groan escaped Kat's lips, she had hoped to avoid this, avoid being seen by someone who reminds her too much of Eshan and the losses she faced there. Instead she sighed deeply and tried to give a pleasant smile. Mig wasn't the worse type of Mandalorian to meet, he reminded her of Beth, her Mandalorian best friend whom she really needed to keep in touch with. "It has been awhile. I have been busy with training and getting into my tech stuff." Kat admitted, breathing out slowly. She didn't know why she was being honest but then again Mig gave her little reason to be deceitful.

Looking at the sword she gave Mig back on Eshan, Kat sighed, her mother was not pleased that she gave a family weapon away to someone she hated. Kat's mother developed a deep hatred of Mandalorians that she nor her sister could soothe. "I hope you have only used it in self-defence not against innocents." While she knew he would have, there was still a lot of issues with Mandalorians and the SJO. Especially with the attack on Umbara. "I am grateful for your gift as well, I keep it safe on Kashyyyk, didn't think it would be safe on Coruscant."

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig smiled a bit when he heard Kat say she had been busy training and working on her own tech projects. He didn't know why, but he was happy she had kept busy, though he did notice she was slightly uneasy. Maybe it was memories of Eshan, which he could understand. The Mandalorian stayed calm, speaking again. "Good to hear you've been busy. Have been myself too. Some training, keeping the clan running, and maybe... finding... the one...." Ok. He had no idea why he was willing to say that, but he felt comfortable around Kat for a reason. She then noted that she hoped he hadn't used her brother's vibroblade against innocents, and said that she kept his cousins Trayc'Kal on Kashyyyk. Mig nodded, thinking about it. "Definitely understandable, and don't worry. Closest thing I've come to that was killing a hssiss that tried to eat me." Mig then offered a seat next to where he was. "Wanna sit?"

[member="Kat Decoria"]
 
Ruffling her hair, Kat paused then shrugged as he said it was good to be busy. Kat's life was good but there was still much of the events on Eshan that haunted her. Losing half her family to one incident, Kat had been struggling for the longest time in dealing with the losses she had felt, there was the fact she had to be the strong one in her family and that she was struggling with a lot of self blame. However, she had figured some of it out, worked on her feelings with her new Master. Taking, the offered seat, Kat raised an eyebrow as Mig mentioned finding someone special. It was sudden and she was curious as to why he brought it up.

"That's understandable, I've been trying to date but hard to find someone who you can connect with and is available. Harder to find women who are interested in Echani ways, at least in my experience, though I try to avoid dating someone who is Echani, can get confusing." Kat stated, Echani were a race who looked quite similar to each other, even those not related. It was why combat became so important to them. "But, I am sure that you can find a nice Mandalorian woman who suits your needs. Surely there is someone in your Clan or part of the Empire that has shown an interest." Kat offered with a friendly smile, she was trying to put behind her distrust of Mandalorians and approach it she would anyone else who been open and friendly as Mig was being.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig smiled a bit when Kat sat, but he could sense the tension in her. He already had a good idea of what it was. Eshan. That battle had honestly taken its toll on all sides, but none more than the Echani. Their home world was attack, and bombarded by Mandalorian and CIS alike. Heck, Mig still didn't trust Kaine after what he did. He was from Concord Dawn, and had to see its moon on an almost daily bases, so to say he didn't like orbital strikes was an understatement. No honor in it.

Then Kat mentioned her own dating issues. He had never really thought it would be hard to find someone who would be interested in the Echani ways would be hard, then again both the Echani and Mandalorians were warrior people, so maybe he was a bit biased on how easy some things were. She then said that she was sure Mig could find someone.

"Hey, the connections probably the hardest part... I think. Not sure why someone wouldn't show interest in your ways, so I'm sure you'll find someone. Just gotta be ready to accept any potential surprises when it comes to it. I mean, me finding someone's been tricky. I was kinda thrown into being an Alor before I was really ready. Never really had time to try, but thankfully I've found someone I think could be it. Granted, I have no idea what I'm doing, but I think I'm doing things right." Mig chuckled a bit as his order was brought out. Then looked at Kat after taking a bit. "I'll guess you've been training in the Force some too?"

[member="Kat Decoria"]
 
Finishing her drink, Kat ordered another drink. She listened to Mig talk about his lack of understanding in people not being interested in Echani ways, while there were many who were interested, Kat knew that there were plenty who were not. It was also good to hear that Mig was having success in his own love life, though he seemed to not be sure that he knew what he was doing. Kat took a sip of her drink before looking at Mig, wondering whether or not she could trust this man. He was still part of a faction that she thought was rooted in deep problems, Sith were still heavily linked with the Mandalorian Empire and there was the issues of the Mandalorians being too bombardment eager.

However, she trusted the man with her family sword, therefore, she should be more accommodating to his presence. Otherwise what was the point in him having the sword. "Echani ways is fighting, not everyone understands that the fighting isn't violence that it is talking on a level that others will not understand. It can be seen as fighting for fighting sake, a view many have of Mandalorians, a view my own people have of yours. However, the issue is I can't feel close to another person unless we have duelled, otherwise they could be lying or hiding something. Echani duels open your emotions to one another that others might never want to feel so vulnerable."

Taking another sip of her drink, Kat paused. "Anyway, I am glad that your love life is going well. No one really knows what to do on dates or how they should act. That's why we struggle but just know she is likely feeling the same way but is interested in knowing you and wanting to be with you. Get the first date is usually the hardest part, from there, you both know you are interested so things will flow better." Kat offered her advice, whether it helped or not was not up to her.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Mig chuckled a bit as Kat explained. He had an interest thought that soon came out.

"It's kinda ironic that two similar cultures seem to always be at each others throats. Most Mandalorians, and I mean most not all, are similar. Not fighting for fighting's sack, but doing it as a job, a way to blow off steam, protect loved ones. Heck, recently I helped use it in a way to do politics, and there's something I never thought I'd say. I can't speak for every Mandalorian of clan though."

She then gave him some dating advice, which the man honestly kinda needed. He hadn't gotten the chance to learn about it when he was younger, so any helpful tips were great. Kat gave him some great advise. Both him and his date probably wouldn't know what they were doing, and that she'd just wanna know about him as much as he'd wanna know about her. "Thanks for the advice," he started, taking another bite of food. "So I guess it boils down to be yourself and have fun?"

[member="Kat Decoria"]
 
Kat shook her head firmly, she heavily disagreed between the similarities of Echani and Mandalorians. "Mandalorians, you, seek war and conflict. Aim to face an opponent that can be worthy, no matter whether not that opponent wants war. Echani use it to talk, to express our feelings and we never seek war. We would just be content with peace and just enjoy the safety that comes with that. History has proven that this is not the same with Mandalorians, your people eventually want to war no matter how content the rest of the galaxy is."

Taking a sip of her drink, she shrugged when he thanked her for his advice. "It's fine, yeah. Be yourself, and just let them get to know you. What I believe anyways." Kat stated firmly as she ordered a third drink, sipping the drink heavily.

[member="Mig Gred"]
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
"Easy Kat. I only said similar," Mig started, still staying calm. "I'm not blind to how a lot of Mandalorians are, but there are so many clans and individuals it's hard to really judge us in a single way. I'd be like me saying 'Jedi destroy anything the Dark Side touches.' Some, yes, but definitely not all. Many Mandalorians still follow Jaster Mereel's ideas, including my clan. If you wanna fight, be an honorable mercenary. Though I'll say defense is another spot we'll fight in. But you've already told be how it looks from the outside at times."

Not wanting things to get too heated, knowing that it could easily happen, Mig decided that he'd let that be it. Curiosity, he might would answer then. Either way, he decided to focus more on the other side of the conversation, and taking a bite of food again. "Thanks, Kat. I'll remember that. Kinda wish my Buir was still here to help me with stuff like this."

[member="Kat Decoria"]
 

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