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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 "Ords" are storage and disposal facilities for outdated weapons and military equipment used during the Old Republic era.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

Feeling let down, Erik climbed back into the Visionary and quickly took off. He did not want to spend more time this planet then he wanted to. The Visionary flew silently out of the planets atmosphere and made the first availible hyperspace jump.

The Visionary dropped through the Ord Mantell's atmosphere once more. Homing in on Anum's location, Erik landed his craft. The planet seemed to be getting better everytime he visited.

"Anum. There is much to learn. For both of us, the journey is only begining."

Erik looked out at the horizon.

Erik watched Anum sudden change. It was obvious by the sigh that he was remembering something painful. Something he did not want to remember. Or was it something he did not want to world to know. Regradless, Erik placed his hand on Anum's shoulder.

"What ever you are trying to forget or block, don't. One thing I have learnt is that we become who we are by what we have been through. I came to be at my current standing with the force because of how I have grown. And so you must too. You have to find a safe place where you can shut out the world to find yourself. You need to search your past for who you really are deep down. You have to face your demons. Only then can you trully be with me."

Erik took his hand off of Anum's shoulder and pressed a button on his utility belt.

"I have uploaded an isolated system into your crafts computer. I was able to find myself there, maybe you will be able to as well. The system is Exodo. As far as I know there is only one main settlement on the planet. I want you to go there ahead of me and I will met you there, once you find yourself. And it mean that you are waiting awhile for me. There is one task I must do before I join you there."

Erik puts on his hood in a similar fashion to Anum.

"Did I say anything about throwing away yuor memories? If anything, I said you should hold on to them tighter. There is nothing more important than your memories. Except for how the force moves and uses you."

Erik turned to face the crafts and placed his hands on his waist.

"Anum, I did not choose you. The force has drawn us together. Through our different paths, we have the skills to do what ever the force needs us to do. But first, you have to find yourself in the force again. You have to become like an infant and learn everything from the begining."

Turning back to Anum, Erik tired to think of something intelligent to say.

"Yes, if a large red guy tries to hug you. Take a breathe before he grips you. I found that one out the hard way. No seriously, you are not trying to cleanse yourself of the force. You are trying to embrace it completely. Take hold of the darkness and the light. Use both of them as one. Now, go!"

Erik pointed to Anum's craft. Time was of the essence. The more time they stood there, the more time was wasted.

Erik stood there watching Anum take off. There was a little sadness that the had to part ways, but Erik knew what had to be done. With out even meditating, he could already feel the pull of the force. But it was not the same sort of pull. This pull was one of greater need.

Climbing into The Visionary, Erik punched in the co-ordinates for Losthilion. The pull of the force lessened as he did, but did not relent. It wanted him on Losthilion now.

The Visionary rose out of the atmosphere and jumped into hyperspace.

The two walked under a series of low and long arches before they were on their way down the stairs and into a large hanger. steel I-beams ran in an almost dome-like crosses up the walls and Dameon looked about like a child in a candy store, he snickered beneath his breath. "So this is where you've stoed up that old flying garbage can of yours."

Using the barrel of the assault riffle Jaccob shoved Dameon in the intended direction, snarling in an almost primal manner. "Hold your tongue! That ship can practically fly herself, and she may have a few years under her belt, but she's still in her prime!"

As Dameon stumbled through the smaller archway into one of the side hangers he laughed harshly, but didn't speak. as they neared the ship known as Shiloh Dameon paused, turning slowly, his hands still held palm up as if to show he'd cooperate. "I've got a question Viktors..."

Jaccob shifted back a step, keeping the fugitive within the sights of his riffle. he raised a dark eyebrow, "Oh really, only one?"

"...many, in fact, but only one i wish an answer for...." Dameon shifted a little closer to the Bounty Hunter known as Bloodhound. Jaccob's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Dameon's voice dropped to a mournful tone, rich with riddled sentiments, "...do you think it will hurt?"

"Wh-what?!" the bloodhound took another step back, confusion clearly splayed across his scruff-filled face.

Dameon sighed, running black-tinted nails though his unruly dark hair. "Dying...do you think it will hurt...to be dead?"

So taken aback by the sudden display of fear and sorrow that he didn't even catch the outlaw's movements until Dameon tilted his face closer, brushing their lips together....