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 to helping the people out with various tasks to win their trust yet again. This just so happened to be one of the times where aggressive negotiations were on the table from the start. A group of pirates were hijacking aid shipments meant to help rebuild Genassa after the Sith attack. What's worse, they weren't even selling the aid back to the people that needed it, but rather to who ever paid the most. Solid business decision, had the Jedi not just decided to become crusaders.
Natalie watched the terrestrial planet grow in size as their freighter moved toward it. She was lounged deep in the pilot's seat, leather booted feet up on the dash. Combat wasn't the only solution to this problem of theirs, so Natalie had decided to wear her more casual leather jacket and jeans outfit. Her lightsaber hilt was tucked away and holstered at the small of her back under the jacket and out of sight. The thought of openly being a Jedi had crossed her mind once or twice on the ride over, but she figured she'd be fine.
It wasn't like she was alone. A Padawan had joined her. Natalie didn't have much luck with Padawan; they always skipped her classes that she wanted to skip herself, or asked questions and like... talked and stuff. She blanched at her own insensitivity. Starting to sound like Mr. Jawline. Maybe he had a poi- NOPE! We have feelings and stuff, Natalie. Feelings! Especially after Ord Mantell. No, she would give the Padawan a chance. Besides, every so often she heard an intrument coming from the back and the girl had apparently written some bangers.
The autopilot did the thing it was designed to do, and took the ship down into the spaceport and landed. Natalie stretched as she stood up, making her way toward the ramp. "Hey we're here!" she called, waiting to see the Padawan emerge before hitting the button to lower the ramp. Time to counter-seize some booty.
@Sreeya
Natalie watched the terrestrial planet grow in size as their freighter moved toward it. She was lounged deep in the pilot's seat, leather booted feet up on the dash. Combat wasn't the only solution to this problem of theirs, so Natalie had decided to wear her more casual leather jacket and jeans outfit. Her lightsaber hilt was tucked away and holstered at the small of her back under the jacket and out of sight. The thought of openly being a Jedi had crossed her mind once or twice on the ride over, but she figured she'd be fine.
It wasn't like she was alone. A Padawan had joined her. Natalie didn't have much luck with Padawan; they always skipped her classes that she wanted to skip herself, or asked questions and like... talked and stuff. She blanched at her own insensitivity. Starting to sound like Mr. Jawline. Maybe he had a poi- NOPE! We have feelings and stuff, Natalie. Feelings! Especially after Ord Mantell. No, she would give the Padawan a chance. Besides, every so often she heard an intrument coming from the back and the girl had apparently written some bangers.
The autopilot did the thing it was designed to do, and took the ship down into the spaceport and landed. Natalie stretched as she stood up, making her way toward the ramp. "Hey we're here!" she called, waiting to see the Padawan emerge before hitting the button to lower the ramp. Time to counter-seize some booty.
@Sreeya