There's a brand new dance
There was something about the galaxy and the way the Force worked that always called those who could assist to where they were needed. She knew there were others who found themselves at the war front, and she had been there. Hell, right now she was really debating the decision she made to head out to Thyferra. There was always conflict associated with the Bacta World, but there was also life, and some hope with the world. The thought with her, she had a pretty big ship. Well, relative to some of the other smaller freighters.
And when she left her pod and fighter/racer back on Belazura, a promise to Zenitha Chuma that she'd come back, it made the Pick Up feel actually spacious, like she could help with locating and securing bacta, or other essentials. She was picking up a few of the Jedi communications through back channels, mostly Kattada working to send pings out to those who felt they could help.
The Nova Courier had entered the atmosphere. Her Corellian Sandcat was busy scratching one of the second hand pieces of furniture up in the back as the blonde shook her head. It was nice to get away from the race circuit, and nice to be lending a hand. As she was coming out of the Colonies, she replenished her ships stores, and even linked up with a friendly Ithorian who provided her some additional seeds and saplings. The ship landed at the agreed upon space, and it was definitely not smuggling, as this was all above board. A few credits exchanged and the Pick Up was opened to remove the goods.
What she was really using that for was an excuse to get planet side. Missing bacta… missing bacta was bad. And while she wasn't the fighter she used to be, more by choice, the blonde grabbed her staff, something that she had hardened many a times with the Force, and began walking, a small hovering probe droid following her.
"So, we should probably ask around…" Dani said to herself, and her droid as she surveyed the docks. She had a nerfhide jacket over her woven tan dress. Military surplus boots on her feet, he was looking like half of her belonged there. Smiling she was listening and moving herself towards the more smuggler-esque vessels.
And when she left her pod and fighter/racer back on Belazura, a promise to Zenitha Chuma that she'd come back, it made the Pick Up feel actually spacious, like she could help with locating and securing bacta, or other essentials. She was picking up a few of the Jedi communications through back channels, mostly Kattada working to send pings out to those who felt they could help.
The Nova Courier had entered the atmosphere. Her Corellian Sandcat was busy scratching one of the second hand pieces of furniture up in the back as the blonde shook her head. It was nice to get away from the race circuit, and nice to be lending a hand. As she was coming out of the Colonies, she replenished her ships stores, and even linked up with a friendly Ithorian who provided her some additional seeds and saplings. The ship landed at the agreed upon space, and it was definitely not smuggling, as this was all above board. A few credits exchanged and the Pick Up was opened to remove the goods.
What she was really using that for was an excuse to get planet side. Missing bacta… missing bacta was bad. And while she wasn't the fighter she used to be, more by choice, the blonde grabbed her staff, something that she had hardened many a times with the Force, and began walking, a small hovering probe droid following her.
"So, we should probably ask around…" Dani said to herself, and her droid as she surveyed the docks. She had a nerfhide jacket over her woven tan dress. Military surplus boots on her feet, he was looking like half of her belonged there. Smiling she was listening and moving herself towards the more smuggler-esque vessels.