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The laughing only got worse as Zevi and then Caedryn both almost met a most cruel end at the hands of the dreaded éclairs. Deciding he didn't want to meet an unfortunate and most embarrassing end choking on his whiskey on his back in pastry and cream filling, Bardan would leave the flask in Caedryn's possession. He desperatly resisted the urge to make a lewd remark at Zevi's expense, a struggle he ultimately would lose. "I thought you loved a good cream filling." he would remark as he carefully pulled himself up. He chose to leave his helmet where it lay on the floor for the time being, blaming the comedy in the bakery on a mass failure of the O2 supply from their armors. He once more caught a glimpse of the incredibly ugly Zabrak (and Kex knew Ugly) picking up the girl and walking off. As he carefully made his way too help the others when a sudden realization would come to him. The blonde Jedi looking girl, she looked like what Master Jarrus' daughter could look like all grown up and that thought spurred on his memory, her mother had been a Senator or something. If Bardan were to grasp for straws and take a leap, and why shouldn't he his friends had after all, it would explain why someone would be after her.
His pace quickened as he made it past the veritable mine field of pastries, in the off chance it was Jarrus' daughter he couldn't let her be taken. Approaching the Zabrak he'd hoslter his pistol, opting instead for the slightly more intimidating lightsaber he carried, the bronze blade ignited with a loud snap-hiss fading to a deep hum as he pointed the blade at the would be kidnapper. "Let her go!" he'd demand, while getting a closer look at just how horrifically scared and large the Zabrak was, it was almost like something out of a Holo-film. "By the force! Did you have to hit every branch on the way down?"
His pace quickened as he made it past the veritable mine field of pastries, in the off chance it was Jarrus' daughter he couldn't let her be taken. Approaching the Zabrak he'd hoslter his pistol, opting instead for the slightly more intimidating lightsaber he carried, the bronze blade ignited with a loud snap-hiss fading to a deep hum as he pointed the blade at the would be kidnapper. "Let her go!" he'd demand, while getting a closer look at just how horrifically scared and large the Zabrak was, it was almost like something out of a Holo-film. "By the force! Did you have to hit every branch on the way down?"
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