Ever since the war to kick the Hutts off Ord Mantell had been won, Natalie had very little time to actually spend on her homeworld. When she did have the time, it was almost always filled with tracking down left over terrorist cells and eliminating them with the Defense Corps. Once again she was being called as the Warden of the planet to enter the fray once more.
This time it was at least an interesting situation. Mantell Arms had spent the majority of its life producing weapons designed by other companies for use in the Defense Corps or occupying armies. After the stalemate broke, it was discovered the former CEO was supplying weapons to both sides of the war, and was disposed. Before the new CEO could even take over, their family was kidnapped by a terrorist cell calling themselves Xiandel’s Dawn. Instead of paying the ransom, the CEO went to Ord Mantell Command, just as Natalie had landed back on the planet.
Luckily, food could come first. No use hunting down the dregs of the galaxy on an empty stomach. Clad in her usual black tank top and dark jeans, lightsaber hilt displayed clearly on her right hip, Natalie browsed the stalls of street food on Main Street in Ord Mantell City. Grilled irling legs, gapillian grazer medallions, stir fry- between the food and the spices home grown on Ord Mantell, Natalie’s senses were filled with the great aroma of home. Her mouth watered and stomach growled in anticipation.
Of course, she settled for fried irling bites on a stick. She watched the azure Twi’lek set about covering a pan in oil, pull the meat from an armored irling leg, and cut the meat into large cubes. They sizzled deliciously the moment they hit the pan. It didn’t take long at all for three sticks of four irling cubes each to be placed in small protective sleeve and handed to Natalie in exchange for some credits. Now that food had been obtained, it was time to make her way back to Command.
Natalie turned back down the street, heading toward the Headquarters building. She took a bite of the first irling cube, humming her satisfaction at the delectably spiced meat. Sometimes she forgot how much she missed Ord Mantell and its food. The first stick never stood a chance- she scarfed it down and started on the second with a more measured, controlled pace. On instinct she patted her pockets down, making sure she had her EZPhone and phrik knuckles. Never knew when you had to call a friend while punching a Hutt terrorist, after all.
@DMCK
This time it was at least an interesting situation. Mantell Arms had spent the majority of its life producing weapons designed by other companies for use in the Defense Corps or occupying armies. After the stalemate broke, it was discovered the former CEO was supplying weapons to both sides of the war, and was disposed. Before the new CEO could even take over, their family was kidnapped by a terrorist cell calling themselves Xiandel’s Dawn. Instead of paying the ransom, the CEO went to Ord Mantell Command, just as Natalie had landed back on the planet.
Luckily, food could come first. No use hunting down the dregs of the galaxy on an empty stomach. Clad in her usual black tank top and dark jeans, lightsaber hilt displayed clearly on her right hip, Natalie browsed the stalls of street food on Main Street in Ord Mantell City. Grilled irling legs, gapillian grazer medallions, stir fry- between the food and the spices home grown on Ord Mantell, Natalie’s senses were filled with the great aroma of home. Her mouth watered and stomach growled in anticipation.
Of course, she settled for fried irling bites on a stick. She watched the azure Twi’lek set about covering a pan in oil, pull the meat from an armored irling leg, and cut the meat into large cubes. They sizzled deliciously the moment they hit the pan. It didn’t take long at all for three sticks of four irling cubes each to be placed in small protective sleeve and handed to Natalie in exchange for some credits. Now that food had been obtained, it was time to make her way back to Command.
Natalie turned back down the street, heading toward the Headquarters building. She took a bite of the first irling cube, humming her satisfaction at the delectably spiced meat. Sometimes she forgot how much she missed Ord Mantell and its food. The first stick never stood a chance- she scarfed it down and started on the second with a more measured, controlled pace. On instinct she patted her pockets down, making sure she had her EZPhone and phrik knuckles. Never knew when you had to call a friend while punching a Hutt terrorist, after all.
@DMCK
