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Celanon was the type of planet that unless you had an invitation, you weren't getting a landing pad. It was why when approached by a fellow Jedi about finding more ways of funding the Crusaders, Celanon was the perfect choice. A planet of royalty and royalty adjacent people who's money and status carried them everywhere. They were everything Natalie wasn't. Though, she was the Warden of Ord Mantell now, so she had some status, that status was mostly military in nature.
It was enough to get her and a plus-one into a celebration of some sort. One of the royal families had vacationed on Ord Mantell when Natalie and Vanya had broken the stalemate with the Cartel. When it was just Natalie left on Ord Mantell to help run the planet and defend it, the royal family gave her an invitation. Royal families had money, and money was always a good thing when campaigning, as the Crusaders now were.
Natalie was lounged out on the couch in her ship, reading a datapad of information on the planet and its history. Since the High Republic days the Astartes family had run the show. They were the benefactors in a lot of projects throughout the centuries, but the most notable seemed to have been using scientists to genetically engineer children to be better suited for Force use and combat, something they brewed up while being aligned with the CIS during the Clone Wars.
When the Empire as it was fell, they ended up independent. The internal family politics filled entirely too many pages for Natalie to ever want to read, especially now that they were landing. She took a deep breath and closed the datapad, tossing it onto the table and getting up to her feet with a stretch.
There was absolutely no clothing line on Ord Mantell that would fit the bill for the celebration, so Natalie wore the black robes she had worn as a Padawan, this time with a black armor plate underneath that covered her torso and back in medium armor. Her lightsaber hilt hung at her right hip, and a pair of phrik knuckles were hidden in an inside pocket. She ripped her fingers through her chestnut hair and shook it out in an attempt to fix any bed-head that might be showing.
“Stay on the ship, and keep it secure,” she said, stealing a quick glance at the Mantellian Sergeant on the other end of the living area. He gave a nod, tapping the blaster rifle slung in front of him. A pilot and a fire-team made up her personal escort, courtesy of Ord Mantell high command. Of course, it was almost always just a booze cruise for them.
Natalie walked down the ramp, exiting the landing bay into the starport proper. It was here she was supposed to meet her plus-one; a Jedi she hadn’t met yet, but was making a name for himself all the same amongst the Crusaders. It was immediately clear the two would stand out like sore thumbs, at least for now. Everyone around was in some form of dress, suit, or an equivalent of their specific culture to a dress or suit. Some modest, some far more revealing than Natalie cared to see. She had to hand it to the Celononians, though- everything looked spotless and high-tech. It was like grime didn't dare show itself, and the people looked it too.
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