It had been a long time since Natalie had been back on Ord Mantel. It hadn’t changed much at all, especially the capital. She’d always loved coming to the capital as a kid; it was always clean and peaceful aside from the bar fights. Not like the city she grew up in closer to the front lines with the Hutt insurgency. Dodging gangs, pirates, and terrorist bombings was a daily occurrence in the city she grew up in. After her brother had been killed in action in the Ord Mantel Defense Corps, her parents shipped her off to the Jedi and moved to the capital where it was safe. Natalie shook the thought of them away; she didn’t want to see them again- not now.
After the meeting on Tython led by Vanya, the two decided to start gathering strength and assets immediately. Natalie just so happened to know a planet willing to fight and die for a good cause, and had been doing precisely that for decades. So here they were, making their way through the space port after the Ord Mantel senator had sent a message asking where exactly the Jedi support that was promised in a previous diplomatic mission was.
The first stop of course, was the starport bar, where Natalie ordered the pair a couple of Ord Mantellian Bourbon shots. Normally one would sip the bourbon, but they were short on time. “Old saying we have here,” she said. “If you can’t fight ‘em drunk, don’t fight ‘em at all.” She would down her shot without so much as a cough, and if Vanya refused her shot, she’d take hers too. No one would be drunk from just one shot, but the loosing of nerves was immediate.
In short order they were on a military shuttle heading for the front line city. Natalie was in her combat oriented black tank top and jeans, lightsaber holstered at the small of her back. Her chestnut hair was tied in a pony tail in a rare showing of practicality from the scatter brained Knight. She was expecting a lot of aggressive negotiating, and it wouldn’t do to have her own hair getting in the way. Resting the back of her head on the headrest, Natalie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“We’re landing in my hometown,” she said. “I wonder how flattened it is by now.” Just beyond her hometown would be the trenchworks dug by the Defense Corps, and beyond that the Hegal Ridgeline that formed the backbone of the insurgency defense. Trenches, mortars, repeater nests, and more than a few mines littered the ridgeline. With the limited funding Ord Mantell could muster, it was never really able to break it.
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After the meeting on Tython led by Vanya, the two decided to start gathering strength and assets immediately. Natalie just so happened to know a planet willing to fight and die for a good cause, and had been doing precisely that for decades. So here they were, making their way through the space port after the Ord Mantel senator had sent a message asking where exactly the Jedi support that was promised in a previous diplomatic mission was.
The first stop of course, was the starport bar, where Natalie ordered the pair a couple of Ord Mantellian Bourbon shots. Normally one would sip the bourbon, but they were short on time. “Old saying we have here,” she said. “If you can’t fight ‘em drunk, don’t fight ‘em at all.” She would down her shot without so much as a cough, and if Vanya refused her shot, she’d take hers too. No one would be drunk from just one shot, but the loosing of nerves was immediate.
In short order they were on a military shuttle heading for the front line city. Natalie was in her combat oriented black tank top and jeans, lightsaber holstered at the small of her back. Her chestnut hair was tied in a pony tail in a rare showing of practicality from the scatter brained Knight. She was expecting a lot of aggressive negotiating, and it wouldn’t do to have her own hair getting in the way. Resting the back of her head on the headrest, Natalie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“We’re landing in my hometown,” she said. “I wonder how flattened it is by now.” Just beyond her hometown would be the trenchworks dug by the Defense Corps, and beyond that the Hegal Ridgeline that formed the backbone of the insurgency defense. Trenches, mortars, repeater nests, and more than a few mines littered the ridgeline. With the limited funding Ord Mantell could muster, it was never really able to break it.
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