Gwydion sat at the noodle bar and gleefully eat the food which he had ordered. The noodle bar was located in a small alley, on one of Coruscant's numerous sublevels. Nonetheless, it happened to be one of his dear departed mentors, Quel Varess, favorite place to eat. The old Nautolan couldn't get enough of the hot and spicy noodles, a craving he had passed on to his student. Despite being only partially covered by the rain that was pouring down, Gwydion's spirits were high, with the heat from the food staving off the cold from the raindrops bouncing off his back.
The enjoyment of the moment was interrupted however by the intrusion by a man who was approaching the owner of the noodle bar with a scowl on his face. The man was tall but out of shape with a clean shaven head, he had huge hands which looked they could grab a hold of Gwydion's whole head with just one fist. The man, Baldy, as Gwydion had internally named him, immediately violated the personal space of the owner and began to prod one of his large fingers into the chest of the small Rodian, whose only joy in life was to cook and sell hot and spicy noodles.
"Rent is due today! No excuses!" Baldy yelled, followed by the sound of smashing plates and clanking pots as a shove from Badly sent the Rodian flying back against a counter in his makeshift kitchen. Gwydion sighed, he had only come here to enjoy the noodles and reminisce on the memory of his deceased friend. But he was a Jedi first and a noodle-lover second. After swallowing one more mouthful, Gwydion left his seat and walked around to where Baldy was now stood menacingly over the Rodian, who was cowering on the floor of his kitchen, pleading for leniency on the 'rent'.
"Excuse me," Gwydion said while walking towards Baldy, "I'm sure we can solve whatever dispute you are having peacefully.". The response came swift and unexpectedly. Baldy pivoted on his foot with speed that one would not expect from a man of his build and cold-cocked Gwydion square in the face. There was a distinct cracking sound which could have only been Gwydion's nose breaking. After that, the world went dark for Gwydion as he collapsed backwards onto the ground.
The last thing he saw was Baldy stood over him with the same scowl he had shown the Rodian while yelling incomprehensibly. But that was no longer Gwydion's concern, he was unconscious and dreaming of noodles.
The enjoyment of the moment was interrupted however by the intrusion by a man who was approaching the owner of the noodle bar with a scowl on his face. The man was tall but out of shape with a clean shaven head, he had huge hands which looked they could grab a hold of Gwydion's whole head with just one fist. The man, Baldy, as Gwydion had internally named him, immediately violated the personal space of the owner and began to prod one of his large fingers into the chest of the small Rodian, whose only joy in life was to cook and sell hot and spicy noodles.
"Rent is due today! No excuses!" Baldy yelled, followed by the sound of smashing plates and clanking pots as a shove from Badly sent the Rodian flying back against a counter in his makeshift kitchen. Gwydion sighed, he had only come here to enjoy the noodles and reminisce on the memory of his deceased friend. But he was a Jedi first and a noodle-lover second. After swallowing one more mouthful, Gwydion left his seat and walked around to where Baldy was now stood menacingly over the Rodian, who was cowering on the floor of his kitchen, pleading for leniency on the 'rent'.
"Excuse me," Gwydion said while walking towards Baldy, "I'm sure we can solve whatever dispute you are having peacefully.". The response came swift and unexpectedly. Baldy pivoted on his foot with speed that one would not expect from a man of his build and cold-cocked Gwydion square in the face. There was a distinct cracking sound which could have only been Gwydion's nose breaking. After that, the world went dark for Gwydion as he collapsed backwards onto the ground.
The last thing he saw was Baldy stood over him with the same scowl he had shown the Rodian while yelling incomprehensibly. But that was no longer Gwydion's concern, he was unconscious and dreaming of noodles.
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