Muad Dib
Paragon of Virtue
Mandalore.
Who would have ever thought he would find himself here in this place. He knew he sure as hell didn’t. But a promise was a promise and, of all the things he was, he kept his word. The harsh glare of the sun beat down on his head and shoulders as he stepped away from the cool, dark protection of the ship’s hold. He had paid well to come here anonymously and it was good to see that his credits were well spent.
Giving the ship’s crew a brief nod of farewell he stepped away as he slid a pair of shades on his face to hide the glowing blue eyes that were certainly memorable. Tan trousers and tunic with weathered brown, leather jacket were his garments today. A knapsack thrown over his left shoulder. His boots crunched in the soil as he walked away, the ship rising on it’s thrusters with another port in mind.
Choosing not to be dropped off in the city of Keldabe made the captain raise his brow, but when the man had gave him the reason for his odd choice of landing the captain had nodded without an argument. And so the man found himself walking along a river called Kelita, following it’s trek across the planet’s surface as boots crunched on bright green frond grass.
Nearing a large hill with mounds scattered all around the man paused and fished out two items from his pocket .Holding them up against the sun as a backdrop he found himself remembering his oath which was made not too long ago …
A job. That’s all it was. A man looking for information on his daughter who had disappeared had hired three people to track her down on the back water planet whose name was already forgotten. The pilot was a gand who still called himself gand. No notoriety yet to speak of. The second was a bounty hunter, an old man named Haran who was a mandalorian and apparently good at his job. The third slot was for a force user. That job was taken by the man known as Muad Dib.
As Muad and Haran travelled the planet looking for the girl they developed a friendship. One that would have survived the stretch of time. But as they found where the girl was being held, for she had been kidnapped, they entered into a fire fight. They fought as soldiers, brothers in arms. But when they found the girl had already been killed the second clause of their contract kicked in.
To kill the responsible party.
So together Haran and Muad fought the kidnapping ring who happened to also be slavers. All were slaughtered. But Haran took high powered blaster bolt under the chin. The high powered sniper rifle put the mandalorian down hard. Muad reciprocated for his fallen comrade. As he knelt by the mandalorian there was just enough life left in him to press his tally, an identifying chip, into his palm and choked out “Keldabe burial grounds” before succumbing to death.
And so Muad found himself honoring an oath he had mumbled to a dead mandalorian.
At one of the mounds he dug a hole and placed one of the chips in the ground. Filling it he stood and stamped the loose soil back into place before pulling out a bottle of Wyren’s whiskey. Uncorking it he poured a generous amount onto the earth before raising it into a toast.
“To you old man.”
Then he partook. Resealing the bottle he placed it once more inside his pack before turning away from the mass graves of mandos from eons past Muad walked in the direction of Keldabe.
Entering the city he watched the people as they moved about. Most wore armor, even the young, and they eyed the man knowing him for the outsider he was. At his belt half hidden from sight rested his curved skinning knife and the cylinder hilt of an unignited lightsaber. Finding a structure that looked inviting he glanced at the name, ‘Oyu’baat’, and wondered what it meant. Shrugging he moved in and sat at the bar to order a whiskey and nurse the drink in memory of his fallen ally.
Who would have ever thought he would find himself here in this place. He knew he sure as hell didn’t. But a promise was a promise and, of all the things he was, he kept his word. The harsh glare of the sun beat down on his head and shoulders as he stepped away from the cool, dark protection of the ship’s hold. He had paid well to come here anonymously and it was good to see that his credits were well spent.
Giving the ship’s crew a brief nod of farewell he stepped away as he slid a pair of shades on his face to hide the glowing blue eyes that were certainly memorable. Tan trousers and tunic with weathered brown, leather jacket were his garments today. A knapsack thrown over his left shoulder. His boots crunched in the soil as he walked away, the ship rising on it’s thrusters with another port in mind.
Choosing not to be dropped off in the city of Keldabe made the captain raise his brow, but when the man had gave him the reason for his odd choice of landing the captain had nodded without an argument. And so the man found himself walking along a river called Kelita, following it’s trek across the planet’s surface as boots crunched on bright green frond grass.
Nearing a large hill with mounds scattered all around the man paused and fished out two items from his pocket .Holding them up against the sun as a backdrop he found himself remembering his oath which was made not too long ago …
A job. That’s all it was. A man looking for information on his daughter who had disappeared had hired three people to track her down on the back water planet whose name was already forgotten. The pilot was a gand who still called himself gand. No notoriety yet to speak of. The second was a bounty hunter, an old man named Haran who was a mandalorian and apparently good at his job. The third slot was for a force user. That job was taken by the man known as Muad Dib.
As Muad and Haran travelled the planet looking for the girl they developed a friendship. One that would have survived the stretch of time. But as they found where the girl was being held, for she had been kidnapped, they entered into a fire fight. They fought as soldiers, brothers in arms. But when they found the girl had already been killed the second clause of their contract kicked in.
To kill the responsible party.
So together Haran and Muad fought the kidnapping ring who happened to also be slavers. All were slaughtered. But Haran took high powered blaster bolt under the chin. The high powered sniper rifle put the mandalorian down hard. Muad reciprocated for his fallen comrade. As he knelt by the mandalorian there was just enough life left in him to press his tally, an identifying chip, into his palm and choked out “Keldabe burial grounds” before succumbing to death.
And so Muad found himself honoring an oath he had mumbled to a dead mandalorian.
At one of the mounds he dug a hole and placed one of the chips in the ground. Filling it he stood and stamped the loose soil back into place before pulling out a bottle of Wyren’s whiskey. Uncorking it he poured a generous amount onto the earth before raising it into a toast.
“To you old man.”
Then he partook. Resealing the bottle he placed it once more inside his pack before turning away from the mass graves of mandos from eons past Muad walked in the direction of Keldabe.
Entering the city he watched the people as they moved about. Most wore armor, even the young, and they eyed the man knowing him for the outsider he was. At his belt half hidden from sight rested his curved skinning knife and the cylinder hilt of an unignited lightsaber. Finding a structure that looked inviting he glanced at the name, ‘Oyu’baat’, and wondered what it meant. Shrugging he moved in and sat at the bar to order a whiskey and nurse the drink in memory of his fallen ally.