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 ramen kiosk in the street slurping up the delicious noodles. Why was it that every place that wasn't a Jedi Temple had the most amazing ramen? Her petition to get ramen vending machines on the Starlight were all but denied with only her signature on it.
Natalie was up to her usual antics in between training sessions; traveling around for a week or two to find evil. Usually meant cleansing a grove or telling a hermit to kick rocks out of a temple while they wave an ancient sword they found. Sometimes things would get interesting. What better way to find evil than to sit yourself down in the middle of a bustling city, eating ramen that restores your faith in the galaxy, and wait for the darkness and evil to present itself to you.
Besides, Corellians were fucking hilarious. Almost run them over with a speeder, and it's like a chain reaction of "Ay I'm walkin' 'ere!" through the streets. On one street there would be an accident with meatheads beefing it out, and on the very next street no more than fifty meters away there would be a small parade to celebrate some sort of historical event. It was absolute chaos and madness in the most entertaining of ways, and Natalie was content to eat her ramen and watch.
Natalie was up to her usual antics in between training sessions; traveling around for a week or two to find evil. Usually meant cleansing a grove or telling a hermit to kick rocks out of a temple while they wave an ancient sword they found. Sometimes things would get interesting. What better way to find evil than to sit yourself down in the middle of a bustling city, eating ramen that restores your faith in the galaxy, and wait for the darkness and evil to present itself to you.
Besides, Corellians were fucking hilarious. Almost run them over with a speeder, and it's like a chain reaction of "Ay I'm walkin' 'ere!" through the streets. On one street there would be an accident with meatheads beefing it out, and on the very next street no more than fifty meters away there would be a small parade to celebrate some sort of historical event. It was absolute chaos and madness in the most entertaining of ways, and Natalie was content to eat her ramen and watch.
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