Astra wasn't keen on spending any more time on Coruscant than she had to, she felt uneasy on the ecumenopolis, or in any city for that matter. Although a native Corellian, she was raised on Dantooine and spent much of her life among the rolling hills and meadows that encompassed the planet, knowing nothing of a life outside of the outer rim planet until she joined the Jedi Order three years prior. The galaxy still felt strange and unending to her but every day she felt a little closer to people through the force and through learning about different cultures and she finally began to feel like she was starting to find her place within it all.
As she sat in her ship finally, after a long day, she tried to start it but the engine made an unsavoury noise as it spluttered to life to which she groaned and put her head in her hands. She was far from qualified at even diagnosing a problem with the ship, let alone resolving it. She sighed and gathered the courage to try and find the problem before no doubt asking for help, though how likely it would be for someone to be willing to do so was a different matter. Being a Jedi wasn't exactly a lucrative business, they didn't have lots of credits knocking about, and at times it would be more beneficial to keep your allegiance a secret which would leave Astra in quite a sticky situation.
She had a small amount of credits on her, of her sister's money she had borrowed for emergencies and now might prove to be one of those times. Astra hopped out of the cockpit and dropped to the floor to open the panel she believed the culprit to be behind, only when she stood staring at the inner workings of the ship she was none-the-wiser and just stood there, confused, suddenly having a great respect for all the mechanics and engineers in the galaxy.
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