Per my new, totally not stolen, OP template, thread is Death-Enabled.
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 accomplish for the Jedi Crusades, it wasn’t too hard to find a few stapping young lads to do the piloting and ship security for them. And by not too hard to find Natalie definitely meant she went to the military and got a volunteer airspeeder pilot and a fireteam of volunteer riflemen.
Natalie had thought the extra presence of sentient beings would make space travel less lonely, but man was she wrong. She already wanted to punch Romero in the face. If she had to listen to one more bout about landspeeder torque and engine power, there was a non-zero chance they were going to find out what a lightsaber sized hole in the bulkhead of a ship out in space would do.
Luckily for everyone involved, the pilot called over the intercom that they were arriving. Natalie chuckled again. She could not get over the name, Billbringi. Bring me the bill jokes were probably punishable by death, if she had to guess. Means she had to make at least three of them before leaving.
The pilot came out of the cockpit and began performing maintenance around the ship, a clear sign that they had landed. Natalie got to her feet and stretched upwards. Her custom, olive-drab blast vest covered a long, black, sleeveless tunic over her torso, leaving her arms completely bare but her core body protected. To keep things in place, a tactical belt wrapped around her hips. Her lightsaber was clipped at the right hip of the belt, her new TacSpork next to it. The rest of the belt was made of a small medical pouch, and a couple of thermal detonators. Between the killik queen and Ord Mantell, Natalie was done not having grenades. The tail of her black tunic fell far below the belt, reaching the back of her knees, and a pair of tight, brown leather trousers covered her legs. A pair of Mantellian gators protected her shins and ankles as well as covered anyway to get into her comfortable, low-top boots.
Natalie tied her chestnut hair into a ponytail as she made her way to the ramp. "Keep the ship secure, you know what to do," she said as she passed the fireteam of soldiers. They gave her a nod and brought their blaster rifles a little closer than they were. As the ramp lowered, Natalie waited, stretching again. She looked ready for war, but in almost every mission she'd ever had, not being ready for war had been a lesson learned in I-wish-I-had-armor-and-grenades. Never play gizka with Crusaderlations 10:1. Anyway, no use in heading off without Vanya. Natalie being the one that usually did the talking, she already set up a meeting with the president of the planet, so they'd start planet side and move to the shipyards if needed.
@Phoenix