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The densely packed streets of Keldabe with buildings as various as the people who called themselves Mandalorians were a strange sight to Pala. No where else would you find wooden structures adjacent to those made of durasteel and other materials. Keldabe's varying architecture made foreigners think that the city was unorganized but these same individuals probably thought Coruscant was a gem and then ignored the Factory District or the Works which were left to rot and fester with criminal activity. It was through these packed and diverse streets that Pala found herself navigating with her destination being the Oyu'baat. Her brother, Valsil, was supposed to meet her there so they could discuss what they were going to do about their youngest siblings' condition.

Upon arrival to the five star, by Mandalorian standard, catina. She found her brother sitting down in a booth just left of entrance. Pala went right towards him and upon seeing his older sister approach he stood up to greet her.

"Pala it is good see you again!", the red Twi'lek male said, speaking over the chatter of the other patrons in Oyu'baat. "Come sit, I already ordered us drinks.".

Pala removed her helmet and placed it on the table, already grabbing a few glances of some nearby catina patrons. "You told me in your last message to me you were taking Ral'rai to a doctor in Sundari. What did he say?".

Valshil frowned, he was probably hoping he could chat his sister up and get her in a better mood. She had been very pissy as of late and no doubt it was because of their current dilemma. "Those New Mandalorian Doctors all said that if he doesn't get treatment, he'll lose his legs in one maybe two years top...maybe sooner if he overexerts himself.".

Pala remained silent. Her mind pondering, searching for a solution. "I think if we ask the Clan Chief_"

"We're not asking for more help!", Pala slammed her fist into the table and raised her voice, startling the barmaid who had arrived at their table with drinks. It was then that her Pala released that a few of the nearby patrons were looking at her. There was a small pause between her, her brother, and the Barmaid who stayed for a moment more and than placed their drinks on the table and scurried off before someone pulled out a blaster. "We already owe them so much Valshil I just don't feel right asking for more favors.".

" Theres no shame in asking for help when you need it, Pala and besides it's our little brother! The Clan will understand.".

Pala took a long chug from her drink, giving her time to think. "I'll go offworld and start taking Mercenary jobs so we can get him his treatment.".

"And have yourself get killed by those blasted bounty hunters?!".

Pala finished her drink and confidently. "They couldn't kill me, I'm too smart.".

Her brother rolled his eyes and down his drink in one gulp. He then started a new topic to talk about. "So any clue when anything is going to happen?".

His tone was much lower now and he leaned in to Pala. She wasn't quiet certain what he meant but her gut told her it had to do with this whole return Mandolore to it's former glory that the new Mandolore was going on about.

"This again...", she sighed and ordered another round of drinks. The barmaid not seeming too keen on returning to their table anytime soon.