Coruscant. It was like Corellia in every way, but then it wasn't. Drast stepped off of the transport freighter, shades on as he looked around. Nali had recruited him for Operation: NykoriFreedom and so far, it seemed like a chance to use him to move stuff. he wasn't complaining though, the company would be pretty great. As much as he loved Crix and well, liked Felix, he needed some friends of the female alignment and so here he was, making friends. Checking his comm, he'd find the last message she sent: coordinates for the location of their heist.
He had plenty of time to kill, so he did what all street rats did, go to the Under levels. That's when he found himself on level 546. Boy was it a dungheap compared to where he landed. What really brought him here you ask? One reason. Preef Callo was apparently at one of the shops signing copies of his comic books. And that was worth the detour. Preef Callo was a personal hero of Drast and there wasn't a single Preef related media item he didn't own. He even practiced his draw stance.
Now was the time of truth. Drast sighed as he waited outside the door. "Game time, Drast." he entered the store and found a small table set up. There were a few kids getting books signed. He couldn't hold his excitement anymore, he was about to meet Preef Kriffin Callo. There was almost a bounce in his step. Then one of the kids asked him for a holo and as "Preef" hit that stance, immediately Drast knew it was a lie.
"Imposter!" He shouted. "He's not really Preef! His form is wrong!" he then hit the pose almost flawlessly. That was all the time Fake Callo needed to bolt. Angered, the young Corellian gave pursuit, his chase stopping abruptly as two of the phonies guards tackled him. One of them went for their blaster, a mistake as Drast kicked them right between the nethers, causing them to drop it. Grabbing the blaster, he flicked it to stun and fired a stun charge into each thug. Easy.
Rolling to his feet, he proceeded in his chase, bursting through the back door. He was just in time to see "Preef" about to enter.. an egg? The imposter would turn, raising his replica peacemaker at Drast. The Padawan would stop, cursing, as he awaited the sting of a bolt. It wouldn't be the first time he felt it, but it could be the last. It never came.
A Mandalorian would scream down from the heavens. "Skidoosh!" an armor plated knee would collide with the Rodians head, causing him to backpedal, before the Mando drew his own Peacemaker and fired four rounds into the imposter. "Kriff.. I thought Preef was gonna be harder than that.." He'd scoop down and lift up the head. "..oh yeah.. He would be. This is a fake. Kriffnuggets." he took a holo of the imposter. "Maybe Tac can send this for some goodwill. Hunting imposters. Nice, Tally." Drast could only just watch in slight awe as the Mando shot the Padawan with a finger gun "Stay safe, kid." before igniting the jetpack and flying away.
After a few moments, Drast would move to the imposters body before inspecting the gun. It was a near-perfect replica of the real thing. Oh man. It was his now. "I can die happy tomorrow.." he said with a laugh as he unclipped the hip holster from the corpse and pulled it onto himself. Then he checked the corpse for keys. The man stole the identity of an icon and paid the price and besides, this egg was really winning some points with Drast. The young Padawan would hop in and fire up the engines. Luckily for him, the egg had been modified and painted black so it didn't look too much like a ranger speeder. Firing the engines up, he'd zoom off towards the upper levels.
He had plenty of time to kill, so he did what all street rats did, go to the Under levels. That's when he found himself on level 546. Boy was it a dungheap compared to where he landed. What really brought him here you ask? One reason. Preef Callo was apparently at one of the shops signing copies of his comic books. And that was worth the detour. Preef Callo was a personal hero of Drast and there wasn't a single Preef related media item he didn't own. He even practiced his draw stance.
Now was the time of truth. Drast sighed as he waited outside the door. "Game time, Drast." he entered the store and found a small table set up. There were a few kids getting books signed. He couldn't hold his excitement anymore, he was about to meet Preef Kriffin Callo. There was almost a bounce in his step. Then one of the kids asked him for a holo and as "Preef" hit that stance, immediately Drast knew it was a lie.
"Imposter!" He shouted. "He's not really Preef! His form is wrong!" he then hit the pose almost flawlessly. That was all the time Fake Callo needed to bolt. Angered, the young Corellian gave pursuit, his chase stopping abruptly as two of the phonies guards tackled him. One of them went for their blaster, a mistake as Drast kicked them right between the nethers, causing them to drop it. Grabbing the blaster, he flicked it to stun and fired a stun charge into each thug. Easy.
Rolling to his feet, he proceeded in his chase, bursting through the back door. He was just in time to see "Preef" about to enter.. an egg? The imposter would turn, raising his replica peacemaker at Drast. The Padawan would stop, cursing, as he awaited the sting of a bolt. It wouldn't be the first time he felt it, but it could be the last. It never came.
A Mandalorian would scream down from the heavens. "Skidoosh!" an armor plated knee would collide with the Rodians head, causing him to backpedal, before the Mando drew his own Peacemaker and fired four rounds into the imposter. "Kriff.. I thought Preef was gonna be harder than that.." He'd scoop down and lift up the head. "..oh yeah.. He would be. This is a fake. Kriffnuggets." he took a holo of the imposter. "Maybe Tac can send this for some goodwill. Hunting imposters. Nice, Tally." Drast could only just watch in slight awe as the Mando shot the Padawan with a finger gun "Stay safe, kid." before igniting the jetpack and flying away.
After a few moments, Drast would move to the imposters body before inspecting the gun. It was a near-perfect replica of the real thing. Oh man. It was his now. "I can die happy tomorrow.." he said with a laugh as he unclipped the hip holster from the corpse and pulled it onto himself. Then he checked the corpse for keys. The man stole the identity of an icon and paid the price and besides, this egg was really winning some points with Drast. The young Padawan would hop in and fire up the engines. Luckily for him, the egg had been modified and painted black so it didn't look too much like a ranger speeder. Firing the engines up, he'd zoom off towards the upper levels.
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