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 these halls. The last time she had been here, she gave a kid some snacks and even let another kid play with her lightsaber- under intense super vision of course. Seven year olds were dickheads but Natalie wasn’t that mean to let one use a deadly weapon on their own.
The first person she recognized was in fact, that same seven year old. His cheeks were drowning in tears, and the only words she could make out of his seven year old gibberish were the words “mom.” Natalie knelt down in front of him, gently grabbing his arms.
“Hey, buddy,” she said. “I’m here to get you and your family outta here. Let’s go find your mom, okay?” The boy nodded. Natalie picked him up and carried him as she swiftly made her way through the halls again. The president would most likely be in her office. Natalie was really hoping the seventeen year old daughter was there too.
To say time was of the essence was an understatement. The Sith had come to Genassa. Fields were burning. Citizens were being hauled away or killed. It was a fucking nightmare. Natalie’s priority was getting the president and her family off the planet with the waves of civilians that were being herded into shuttles and taken to shelters around Jedi space.
Natalie rounded a corner and stepped into a heated discussion between the president, her daughter, and other people in clothing Natalie could never afford that were obviously Genassa leadership. The president looked over at Natalie, her face marred with concern, worry, and sadness.
“The Jedi are here to defend us?” she asked.
“Other Jedi are, I’m here to get you and your people to safety,” Natalie said. “Let us handle things here. C’mon.” Natalie beckoned for the daughter, and by extension the president. The president motioned for the daughter to go, but stayed put herself.
“I’m the President of Genassa. I will not leave while my people are still here.” Ah yes, the go down with the ship type. Lovely. Natalie grabbed the daughter’s hand, spun on her heel and started back the way she came toward the shuttles.
“I’ll be back.” Hopefully more Jedi than just her would start showing up. All the Knights in the order and a Padawan is the one leading the way. Mr. Jawline give her strength. The seven year old started bawling. The seventeen year old found her voice too, calling out for her mom to come with. Natalie didn't stop though. She would go back for their mom, but she had to get them off the planet first.
The first person she recognized was in fact, that same seven year old. His cheeks were drowning in tears, and the only words she could make out of his seven year old gibberish were the words “mom.” Natalie knelt down in front of him, gently grabbing his arms.
“Hey, buddy,” she said. “I’m here to get you and your family outta here. Let’s go find your mom, okay?” The boy nodded. Natalie picked him up and carried him as she swiftly made her way through the halls again. The president would most likely be in her office. Natalie was really hoping the seventeen year old daughter was there too.
To say time was of the essence was an understatement. The Sith had come to Genassa. Fields were burning. Citizens were being hauled away or killed. It was a fucking nightmare. Natalie’s priority was getting the president and her family off the planet with the waves of civilians that were being herded into shuttles and taken to shelters around Jedi space.
Natalie rounded a corner and stepped into a heated discussion between the president, her daughter, and other people in clothing Natalie could never afford that were obviously Genassa leadership. The president looked over at Natalie, her face marred with concern, worry, and sadness.
“The Jedi are here to defend us?” she asked.
“Other Jedi are, I’m here to get you and your people to safety,” Natalie said. “Let us handle things here. C’mon.” Natalie beckoned for the daughter, and by extension the president. The president motioned for the daughter to go, but stayed put herself.
“I’m the President of Genassa. I will not leave while my people are still here.” Ah yes, the go down with the ship type. Lovely. Natalie grabbed the daughter’s hand, spun on her heel and started back the way she came toward the shuttles.
“I’ll be back.” Hopefully more Jedi than just her would start showing up. All the Knights in the order and a Padawan is the one leading the way. Mr. Jawline give her strength. The seven year old started bawling. The seventeen year old found her voice too, calling out for her mom to come with. Natalie didn't stop though. She would go back for their mom, but she had to get them off the planet first.