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Ord Mantell was a commercial hub for people who, by and large, didn't know how to spell the word "commercial".
A deepdock planet that had been used by the Old Republic and the Empire alike as a place to make, sell and test weapons to the extent that the areas outside the cities were almost incapable of sustaining life beyond the most basic of lifeforms. The cities were hubs, though, that could not be doubted. Because without the oversight of a Republic and without the authoritarian nature of an Empire actively watching over them, the deepdocks and the arms factories of Ord Mantell decided that they needed to go where the credits were.
These days, scum and villainy were known by an altogether different name on Ord Mantell; Customer.
It is into this nest of vipers that the Jedi Order is forced to send some of it's next generation, Padawans grouped together for safety and a hoped for level of competency as well. Still, the Jedi Order had learned some of their old lessons and as the pilot droid brought their nondescript light freighter in to land at one of the many available landing pads in the capital city, their Nanny-Bot spoke up.
"Come along, Padawans! That's enough dawdling - we need to rendezvous with Knight Malox and relieve him of the information he has managed to obtain." came the dulcet tones of T-137, the T-series miniature protocol droid currently strapped to Leon's utility belt, "He said to meet him at the Lusty Lekku bar, which is just a short walk from here. Honestly, to think a Jedi Knight would use such a place for a meeting point..."
As T-137 continued to mutter a small rant to itself about irresponsible Jedi Knights, the Padawans would find their freighter opening up. They would be free to step into the hustle and bustle of the wretched hive of commercial scum that was Ord Mantell City, neon signs for various bars and "bars" proudly declaring their names everywhere they looked.
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