Riyocho, straddled the stolen swoop where it was parked not too far from his current crash pad. The backwards leaning design was a more comfortable position than some of the seating on the roof but both legs but Riyo's right foot was crossed over his left leg in a relaxed position. The rooftop arrangment didn't look like much but it had its perks. The warm cup of convenience store noodles warmed his hand but he knew it was still too hot to eat. The view over the heavily polluted planet was at least somewhat nice though the young Pantoran still had a permanent scowl on his face. It was worse than Coruscant in terms of smell. But there was at least decent sight as the clouds parted and began reflecting the sunrise. It wouldn't be long before the stars also dissappeared.
Ever since leaving the party, Riyocho took the stolen swoop bike and made haste to get away from the building. Looking around, quietly blowing on the hot noodles. The moments after the penthouse replayed in Riyocho's mind. He took the stolen swoop and circled back. There wasn't any sign of the guy on the balcony like before, nor on the roof. Any chance at him catching a Sith leaving the party without getting spotted by Preef or any of his gangsters was slim to none.
Instead of heading back to Preef Callo's ship, the kid decided to take the bike and get some food. The hunger inside the teen wasn't going to be satisified with the cheap noodles though. There was more he wanted. At least, he thought he did. There was a bag of a dozen other snacks and prepackaged meals set up not too far away. The datapad and portable computer had some information on local travel routes. Riyocho was wondering where to go from here. He was still wearing the same baggy clothes from yesterday. But the DC-17 he had been stowing in his pocket saw on the table near the torn seat of a chair left out in the sun for too many years.
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