Teddy practically bounced through the respectable levels of Coruscant. He had gotten up bright and early to surprise the Legendary Captain Hawksby with his favorite breakfast pastry, or at least what he hoped was, I mean it was Teddy's favorite. The young Togorian, gaining quite the amount of looks from passerbys as he dogded and danced through the heavy foot traffic. He had been saving his pay for not one, but -three- hauls to pay for such a gourmet meal. The young cub was fearless, protected by his deadly Mop of Justice. He paused at a light, bouncing in place. If he stopped moving, he just might die.
That's when he heard it. The music. One ear perked a bit, the tune was catchy. As the light turned green, he bounced into the rhythm "I'm gonna be a mighty hauler, so pirates beware!" this definitely garnered looks of disapproval from other citizens, it was far too early to be singing. "I'm gonna be the main event, like no first mate was before! I'm brushing up on mopping down, I'm working on my floor!"
His whole song would continue, accompanied by the dancing and the bouncing, all the way to the hangar bay. And that's when he saw it: The Majesty that was the Lame Duck. In reality, it could probably use some work, but to him, it was a warship of legendary renown. So far, so good. It seemed the Captain hadn't woken up yet. Excitement renewed, he darted up the ramp and straight to the kitchen, whisper-singing the song. Once the plates were set, the milk was poured, the young cub would free his deadly weapon from his sheath, half-mopping, half-dancing around the hold as he continued to whisper-sing.
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That's when he heard it. The music. One ear perked a bit, the tune was catchy. As the light turned green, he bounced into the rhythm "I'm gonna be a mighty hauler, so pirates beware!" this definitely garnered looks of disapproval from other citizens, it was far too early to be singing. "I'm gonna be the main event, like no first mate was before! I'm brushing up on mopping down, I'm working on my floor!"
His whole song would continue, accompanied by the dancing and the bouncing, all the way to the hangar bay. And that's when he saw it: The Majesty that was the Lame Duck. In reality, it could probably use some work, but to him, it was a warship of legendary renown. So far, so good. It seemed the Captain hadn't woken up yet. Excitement renewed, he darted up the ramp and straight to the kitchen, whisper-singing the song. Once the plates were set, the milk was poured, the young cub would free his deadly weapon from his sheath, half-mopping, half-dancing around the hold as he continued to whisper-sing.
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