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...
Taris was not what Natalie expected. Compared to Ord Mantell, the ecumenopolis was massive. The night life here must be insane- for the people that could afford it, that is. Natalie walked through the streets on one of the upper levels with her black tank-top and dark jeans. She’d left her...
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Celanon was the type of planet that unless you had an invitation, you weren't getting a landing pad. It was why when approached by a fellow Jedi about finding more ways of funding the Crusaders, Celanon was the perfect choice. A planet of royalty and royalty adjacent...
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Billbringi, a planet that sounded like a Jawa asking for their bill. BILLBRINGI! Natalie chuckled to herself, lounged about across the couch in the main area of the light freighter. After all the things they were able to...
Tatooine was such a beautiful planet. It was like a beach! If a beach was like, without water and was mostly just sand. The occasional Tusken Raider trying to kill you, the not so occasional Jawa trying to steal your shit, and of course, we can never forget the perfect place to be the wife of...
Urce was a planet that Natalie only really knew about because it was in the same galactic neighborhood as Ord Mantell. Turns out it was more important to Genassa. Not knowing exactly where shark boy went off to that caused a tangible dip in Genassan cooperation with the Jedi, Natalie had taken...
It had been a long time since Natalie had been back on Ord Mantel. It hadn’t changed much at all, especially the capital. She’d always loved coming to the capital as a kid; it was always clean and peaceful aside from the bar fights. Not like the city she grew up in closer to the front lines with...
As if being forced to teach classes wasn't bad enough, now the powers that be had her looking for students that ditched class? Were they aware how many classes she ditched as a Padawan!? Oh no! Maybe that was why they were doing this to her now. Speaking of, bet Mr. Jawline is orchestrating...
Well, Natalie was now officially pissed. How long had Natalie been fighting the good fight against the tyranny that was cafeteria food in the temples? How long had she been saying the Jedi needed to invest in vending machines, or actual cooks that knew how to season food with something more...
Who the fuck burns a bunch of grain? Like honestly? Grain makes beer and beer is delicious! Dressed in what had become her usual black jeans, olive tank top and black leather jacket, Natalie quickly made her way through the panicking halls of the presidential building. She was familiar with...
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Ah Bandomeer. Natalie had no fucking clue what it was or the significance of such a planet, but here she was on a shuttle down to the surface. It was a tale as old as time really. One side wanted better wages and living conditions while they mined resources. The corporate...
Natalie had been to G'wenee once before with Aranmir. It had a decent city, one that had plenty of shops and malls, and places to have all sorts of parties. If you want to go to the college parties, you had to go to the outskirts int he old city. That's where he'd taken her to fight "bandits"...
The cities of Corellia were a lot like the cities of Ord Mantell. Just without all the bombings, syndicates, and other non-sense Ord Mantell kept getting picked on with. Thinking about it, the similarities actually end at both planets have cities. Didn't matter to Natalie though, sitting at a...
Starlight Beacon was one of the most beautiful space stations Natalie had ever been on. It was also the most boring place to include the other Jedi temples. Some Jedi were out on missions, fighting the good fight, but so many were still aboard the station reading books, tomes, and datacrons...