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 Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 5:21 am
Ord Mantell is a scrap heap planet on the Outer Rim. It is home to mercenaries, exiles, murderers, smugglers and all other sorts of illegal dealers. Ord Mantell has a mostly human population with Talz, Ithorians, Rodians, and Arcona representing it as well.
Ord Mantell was founded in the year 12,000 BBY as an Old Republic base. The Jedi Knight Pablo-Jill brought peace to this world until Palpatine and the Galactic Empire took over. Once the Empire was defeated, the planet had dozens of run-ins with bounty hunters including Skorr, Dengar, Bossk, and Boba Fett. The New Republic then added Ord Mantell to its territory. The following year Grand Admiral Thrawn attacked the planet to keep the New Republic off balance. The planet also plays host to a large race known as the Blockade Runners Derby. Han Solo himself was a three-time winner of the race.
The prefix "Ord" refers to "Ordinance Regional Depot". "Ords" are storage and disposal facilities for outdated weapons and military equipment used during the Old Republic era. Some of these facilities are also used by the Empire
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 10:00 am
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, YUIRI!"
The man being addressed stopped in his place, looking over the spun dragonskin of his jacket as he lifted his arms up harmlessly. Cold golden orbitals churned as they took in the bountyhunter's appearance. Human. Ruggadly tall with uneven mahogany hair and ruddy sea-green eyes that were shadowed with dark smudges. a smile creapt onto the hunted's sadistically beautiful face as he slowly turned, "Have trouble finding me, Bloodhound?"
Jaccob "Bloodhound" Viktors managed a sneer at his bounty as people of all races and species continued on their lives just outside the allyway behind him. "You threw me for a loop coming to the Outer Rim like that, Ord Mantell is the last place i'd have expected you to run to..."
"Don't let expectations rule your life..." The thick rich accent in the dark haired criminal's voice sent shudders up the hunter's spine. "...they'll make you die a little more on the inside."
"Shut-it, Yuiri!" Jaccob steadied his hands, gripping the bulky assault riffle with padded fingerfless gloves. "I'm not going to let you get away this time, so do us both a favor and keet that trap closed. I know what happens when you're allowed to talk."
Dameon just flashed an award-winning smile, his overcoat flowing behind him like the dark sea itself as he complied to his captor's commands.
The two continued through the streets, Dameon walked calmly, the muzzle of the riffle nudging him in the back with each step. Jaccob, however, felt the trickle of a light sweat break upon his brow. He knew he was missing something...why was Yuiri so cooperative? something was wrong, the twisted ball in the base of his stomach accounted for his nerves as he fought to figure it all out. and that was when Dameon's spiced voice seeped low beneath his defenses, a warm brush of dark velvet. "So where are you taking us this time, my dearest Jaccob?"
The Hunter paused for a moment. So that was it! he let out a snicker of his own, he'd just have to be more cautious aboard Shiloh than he normally would be...then again, he did have that holding cell... he smirked. "Whichever planet is willing to pay the most for your sorry hide."
"Oh sorry i am, undoubtably so..." Dameon laughed, a cold sound that made his captor feel like bugs were crawling over his entire body.
--It's all in your mind, Jaccob....he's just trying to psyche you out.....it's all in your mind...-- the thought wasn't too steady, but the bounty hunter forced himself to continue.
Again Dameon let out that chilling, mirthless laugh. "...but sorry i was before, and as such, doesn't that put me in quite the same place as if i'd be if i had never done anything wrong?"
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