The Grand Tour Museum on Trantor, an ecumomenuopoolis world, was not the biggest or best museum in the city but it was sophisticated enough. That day, it was no less busy, packed with tourists and all kinds of visitors, though no one ever suspected the Chevin.
Levin Mumak strolled the floor as casually as the custodian was mopping it beside him. The Sith was donned in hooded blue robes lined in purple, foregoing his traditional brown garments so that he might at least look the part of a refined individual within an establishment as cultured as this museum.
Over here was a statue of a Jedi, who knew who maybe Anakin Windu or whozitcallzit, and over there hung the bones of a Krayt dragon. Over there he saw the Darksaber, a replica anyway, and over here were three teenagers poking fun at a painting of a nude Ortolan.
Clearly, the Grand Tour Museum catered to just about anything and everything, neither specialized as an art museum or an archaeology museum, but having both and more.
For his part, Levin was content with gazing at a very old wooden wagon with pink cows tethered to it, fake of course. There was something rather alluring about the wheels that made the wheels in his own elongated head turn.
“Hurrrrrrrmmm,” Levin thought as he stroked his snout like a Human might rub their chin.
“HAHAHA! LOOK GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU, YOU UGLY KARKER, AN ELEPHANT!?” Cackled three teenagers who had lost interest in the painting and approached Levin the Chevin.
Your doom, he thought as he promptly turned around, spread his arms and opened his great and glorious mouth. “BLEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” screeched the teenagers as they promptly ran away.
Hurrrmmmmmm.
@lizziie
Levin Mumak strolled the floor as casually as the custodian was mopping it beside him. The Sith was donned in hooded blue robes lined in purple, foregoing his traditional brown garments so that he might at least look the part of a refined individual within an establishment as cultured as this museum.
Over here was a statue of a Jedi, who knew who maybe Anakin Windu or whozitcallzit, and over there hung the bones of a Krayt dragon. Over there he saw the Darksaber, a replica anyway, and over here were three teenagers poking fun at a painting of a nude Ortolan.
Clearly, the Grand Tour Museum catered to just about anything and everything, neither specialized as an art museum or an archaeology museum, but having both and more.
For his part, Levin was content with gazing at a very old wooden wagon with pink cows tethered to it, fake of course. There was something rather alluring about the wheels that made the wheels in his own elongated head turn.
“Hurrrrrrrmmm,” Levin thought as he stroked his snout like a Human might rub their chin.
“HAHAHA! LOOK GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU, YOU UGLY KARKER, AN ELEPHANT!?” Cackled three teenagers who had lost interest in the painting and approached Levin the Chevin.
Your doom, he thought as he promptly turned around, spread his arms and opened his great and glorious mouth. “BLEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” screeched the teenagers as they promptly ran away.
Hurrrmmmmmm.
@lizziie
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