Beedu's Bodega
Hana City || Chandrilla
Hana City || Chandrilla
Had Leon put in a request to go to Chandrilla under the pretense of studying the planet’s rich history? Yes. Had he also heard about an air show that would be showcasing super rare starfighters? Also, yes. And, finally, had The Padawan requested the only Jedi Knight he knew to chaperone this little adventure? Ding-ding-ding! This was going to rock.
Leon stepped off the transport with plenty of enthusiasm. He hadn’t been on a proper planet for months. It was nice to be back around civilization. He was dressed in his usual gear, blue blastvest, white tunic, and utility belt with his training shoto clipped to it. He missed the weight of his blastsword, but he needed to let go of the past. He decided to ignore the pain in his heart by talking to Hera.
“Thanks again for coming, Honestly, I figured you’d decline,” he laughed. “Uh, question, do you think we could swing by Henna Plaza?” he asked doing his best not to get his hopes up. There was a very good chance she’d say no.
Before she could say no Leon said, “Great!” he looked to the left and spotted a bodega, “Oh! I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab a drink, you want anything?”
If she didn’t have time to say no that meant yes right?
BING-BONG, chimed the door as Leon entered. He came to an abrupt halt as a blaster was shoved in his face.
“Get in here and sit down!” barked a gotal. Grabbing Leon by the vest and shoving him into the store. Three thugs had guns drawn and two hostages were contained by the sports drinks while he was ushered next to an ATM. The store clerk blubbered, “P-p-p-please, don’t do this, just take what you want but leave my credit box.”
The leader of the group aimed a nasty-looking blaster in the clerk’s face, “I. WANT. THE. MONEY!”
Holy shit, thought Leon. What are the odds a Jedi Padawan would walk in on a robbery?
@Black Noise @Tulos
Leon stepped off the transport with plenty of enthusiasm. He hadn’t been on a proper planet for months. It was nice to be back around civilization. He was dressed in his usual gear, blue blastvest, white tunic, and utility belt with his training shoto clipped to it. He missed the weight of his blastsword, but he needed to let go of the past. He decided to ignore the pain in his heart by talking to Hera.
“Thanks again for coming, Honestly, I figured you’d decline,” he laughed. “Uh, question, do you think we could swing by Henna Plaza?” he asked doing his best not to get his hopes up. There was a very good chance she’d say no.
Before she could say no Leon said, “Great!” he looked to the left and spotted a bodega, “Oh! I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab a drink, you want anything?”
If she didn’t have time to say no that meant yes right?
BING-BONG, chimed the door as Leon entered. He came to an abrupt halt as a blaster was shoved in his face.
“Get in here and sit down!” barked a gotal. Grabbing Leon by the vest and shoving him into the store. Three thugs had guns drawn and two hostages were contained by the sports drinks while he was ushered next to an ATM. The store clerk blubbered, “P-p-p-please, don’t do this, just take what you want but leave my credit box.”
The leader of the group aimed a nasty-looking blaster in the clerk’s face, “I. WANT. THE. MONEY!”
Holy shit, thought Leon. What are the odds a Jedi Padawan would walk in on a robbery?
@Black Noise @Tulos