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[Leon Baudelaire]

Ord Mantell
Ord Mantell City, Sector Zeta 1

Ord Mantell was the largest hive of scum and villainy Leon had ever set foot on. Even the seedier spaces of Adumar’s Downbelow seemed pedestrian to these war-torn streets. He kept his eyes straight ahead and focused on blending into the denizens around him. It was clear that Ord Mantell city wasn’t controlled by the local government. Everywhere Leon looked Black Sun insignias were emblazoned on jackets.

To his credit, Leon maintained a languid appearance, it helped that his blast sword Lionheart was on one side, and his DG-29 blaster pistol on his other. For this mission, his black padawan robes had been replaced with something a little more conspicuous. Over the top of his uniform, he wore a poncho with the hood pulled up. His outer layer hung to his knees hiding his gun but leaving the tip of his sheath exposed. His wrist comm vibrated letting him know his turn was coming up.

Leon rounded the corner and entered a dingy residential neighborhood. His personav highlighted a rowhouse toward the end of the lane and he crossed the street making his way toward it. All of the buildings on this block looked the same. Sad hues of gray-blue and gray-green lined the street in alternating frequency. His destination was one of the grey-green buildings. The stoop was guarded by a Duro and a Zabrak.

As Leon approached he slipped a piece of paper from his pocket and palmed it in his left. As he walked by The Duro he passed it off. The blue humanoid nodded and the Zabrak turned to him and said, “Daz, did you ever get the door fixed around back?”

The Duro replied, “Yup just took three swift hits to the panel,” then laughed. Leon got the message and dropped down the alley parallel to the building. He rounded the corner and spotted the door. He stepped up and knocked three times. An eye hole opened and a bulbous photoreceptor protruded from the opening.

“Name,” said it’s robotic voice.
“Leon Baudelaire.”

The eye quirked back and forth as if deciding whether or not to believe him when suddenly it retracted into the door. A moment later the door panel unlocked and Leon stepped inside.

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[Iris Svanhildr]

Iris leant against a railing, her face dimly lit by the soft glow of her datapad and the striking neons of advertising boards. Ord Mantell wasn’t a place she could say she had visited before, not that many places were, but it definitely wasn’t somewhere she was eager to return to. The smell was atrocious, the streets were dark and dingy, and she was sure she’d seen more species of pests than she’d ever even heard of, not to mention the less than desirable locals.

A young boy she only half-recognised from the temple ducked down the dark alleyway ahead of her – clearly, he hadn’t noticed her standing there, maybe that was testament to her disguise, or perhaps he just didn’t like her... it was 50/50, to be honest. Either way, she knew she was in the right place – for once, the astromech had been wrong. Can’t wait to be smug later, she thought.

Iris sprung to her feet and glanced up and down the street. There was barely anyone around at this hour, and those that were weren’t to worry about – mostly drunks and spice abusers, no one that could string together a coherent sentence. With her left hand, she gently grazed her waistband, checking her lightsaber was still there, concealed from view by a light jacket she wore. It was a nasty new habit that she knew she needed to get rid of, but losing her lightsaber was not something she was interested in doing.

Iris slipped into the alley after Leon, catching a glimpse of his back as the doors slammed shut behind him. Iris scrambled around on her datapad for the call and response sheet she was supposed to remember. Thankfully, it was correct. Phew.

“Name?”, the door croaked.
“Iris Svanhildr”

Before heading inside, she turned to take another look at the guards out of what, fear? Anxiety? Nervousness? She didn’t know, but the nod the Duro gave back to her was reassuring... somewhat.

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[Hauron Solus]

Spoiler: Music

Hauron had yet to decide how he felt about Ord Mantell on a personal level. This was his first visit to the world. Any planet without its populace was usually a nice place except for planets like Mustafar. A planet melting and exploding constantly did not seem all that pleasant to the young Mikkian. Mountain ranges and rolling foothills made him wonder if Mandalore ever looked like that at one point. If Ord Mantell had been in the Mandalorian sector, perhaps it would have made a fine bastion for his people. Its terrain, populace and their resources all could contribute significantly to fighting the Sith and the injustice in the galaxy.

Regardless of how the dark armored warrior felt, he knew to be wary. While his T visor was practically a disclaimer of ‘do-not-mess-with-me’ there were some people that would only be drawn more towards Hauron’s beskar exterior, likely with a blade or blaster at the ready. Black Sun were arms dealers, and associated with the other Syndicates responsible for continuing the slave trade. Foes were never in short supply even when everything else was.

Ord Mantell had a rich history and while there were darker parts of the planet, it was not something the badger wanted to overlook. The rebel Mandalorians had only just managed to win a small flotilla since the scattering of their forces in the wake of Kotii Solus’ capture, Hauron’s father. Thankfully, his Buir was recovering from his imprisonment but their forces needed reinforcements. Hauron hoped he would find some new opportunities in unlikely places.

The Mandalorian did not expect to encounter any Sith, but neither had he expected to on Onderon. But he strode through the lit streets of Ord Mantell City with his two Westar-55 blaster pistols and a SG-82 sonic rifle beside the jetpack on his back. The black painted armor was detailed with red, aiding in identifying his priorities and allegiances if the badger sigil on his shoulder was not an indicator. The Solus House was still divided, but Hauron was not ashamed of his adoptive heritage. Most people gave him a wide birth and aside from some stares, the other pedestrians left the mysterious mikkian alone.

Aside from just taking a chance on Ord Mantell and hoping to find something, Hauron had been invited to the world. Well, it seemed that way at least since a message was communicated to the renegade Mandalorian forces. This could be a trap, but there was a possability there was another covert, or cell of freedom fighters. With this uncertainty in mind, the Solus approached the casually postured Duro and Zabrak duo.

He caught the back of a woman’s head in black heading down an alleyway. Either these were the two he was supposed to pass a message to or they were drug dealers standing coincidentally close to his rendezvous. Neither of them seemed to tense up, but maybe a hint of interest or suspicion came into the corners of their respective eyes. The Duro looked at the walking armory the warrior was before speaking after a moment. “Zad, that door still broke around back?”

The Zabrak replied, “Yup still needs a trio quick hits to the panel,” then grinned slightly to reveal metallic artificial teeth. Hauron said nothing as his helmet panned away and he continued walking. From around the corner he heard the vague bang-bang-bang of likely that lady ahead of him going in.

Hauron walked evenly, in no particular rush as he looked up and down the alleyway. He briefly filtered through his infrared vision to see if any abnormal heat signatures or hidden details showed themselves.

Bang
Bang
Bang

A heartbeat later and a voice asked his name. Hauron did not immediately answer but thankfully the door voice was probably reading his emotionless helmet as reluctance. Clearing his throat singularly, Hauron answered him. “Black Hand.” Hopefully using his father’s bounty hunting alias wouldn’t come to bite him in the ass. Thinking even that wouldn’t be good enough, a pang of momentary doubt and regret rushed out from his heart but quickly became still as the door opened up. His shoulders relaxed slightly. You know what you’re doing. You’ve got this. He tried to give himself words of encouragement as he stepped into the unknown.



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[Leon Baudelaire]

TLeon would be lying his ass off if he thought he wasn’t nervous. He kept getting flashbacks from killing that warrior back on Kashyyyk. There was a very good chance that whatever their mission was it would involve combat. Times like this made him wish he’d been assigned a master… He shoved his anxiety down. This wasn’t about him or his feelings, it was about helping the people being terrorized by the criminals running ramant across the planet.

As he stepped into the room, Leon felt immediately out of place. The faces that stared back at him were scarred, and grizzled. He clenched his jaw and stepped off to the side, doing his best not to be in the way. He was a newcomer and he was a Padawan learner, so to them, he’d be nothing but a liability.

A stoic Duro with a blue pallor and eyes the color of arterial blood bobbed his head. He had a nasty scar mottling the left corner of his mouth, a scar diagonally sloping down his right cheek, and a nick in his left orbital. Altogether he looked like the meanest dude Leon had ever laid eyes on. Leon nodded back.

The front door, or what he assumed was the front door, opened and a young woman in all back entered. She had a wild femme fetal thing going for her, and on the real, Leon wasn’t mad about it. A moment later and Mandalorian entered. The warrior was dressed in the coolest armor Leon had ever seen. His anxiety drifted away like a bad smell and he felt himself stand up just a hair taller.

The Duro took a final drag off his cigara and put it out. He stood blowing out smoke and hooking his thumbs in his gunbelt before introducing himself.

“Evening. I’m Pax, I’ll be the lead on this mission,” he jerked his thumb to the left, “This is Kori,” a stocky green female twi’lek bobbed a greeting, “—and this is Boomer,” he said gesturing to an ardennian with wild spiky white hair. “We’ve been working this front for the resistance for a long time, and it’s nice to finally have some help.”

That’s it, Leon liked this guy. He was freaking cool.

“Why don’t ya’ll introduce yourselves, you first little man,” said Pax nodding to Leon.

“I’m Leon a Jedi Padawan.”

Pax’s face fell, but he masked it.

Boomer muttered, “Teh— Typical, they still aren’t taking this seriously.”

Leon’s eyes hit the floor. He had to show them, he wasn’t a liability. He had to prove that the Jedi did care…

Pax shot boomer a look, and the Ardennian kissed his teeth and looked away. Pax turned his attention to The Mandalorian, “What about you?”

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