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From the flyers Tatooine seemed like the go to hot-spot of tourists and hunters. While not totally interested in the prospect of hunting animals, Pluto thought it would be the opportune to catch some sweet rays on his way to the core worlds. The padawan absolutely abhorred killing for sport, so he skipped the hunters registration entirely. Though, if he were to say kill a krayt dragon in self-defense he could find himself in some deep trouble.
Sadly, the twin suns didn't make for very hospitable weather and needed to stay inside for the evening. The motel he stayed in didn't have good internet and the channels he got were terrible. There was a show about a chipper sea sponge he fancied but it were just another rerun.
If he recalled correctly there was a local fight club going on in the local cantina down the road. The young Jedi didn't relish in violence but thought it would be useful to pick up a few tips if the Sith miraculously returned. He made his way down to the cantina where a burly alien dude blocked his way into the club. He were a little to young to be drinking, but with a few extra credits and a silver tongue the bouncer let him in unlike he cared about underage drinking anyway.
Going down into the basement where the fights were being held, he pushed passed the crowd where the two fighters were hashing it out in the large metal cage. Pluto was so intrigued by the fight he hadn't noticed that he pushed himself in the front of the line. With that round complete, the crowd pushed him inside the cage as two guards dragged the unconscious body of the last loser out of the cage, while the winner was showered in winnings and sexy woman.
The announcer was quick to realize that he had a Jedi on his hands. His lightsaber didn't do much to conceal the fact and totally ignored the possibility that Pluto may have just robbed or killed a Jedi to get it. Nonetheless, no other competitors were man enough to step up to the skinny fifteen year old. Maybe they were afraid they were going to turn him into a frog. Who knows.
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Sadly, the twin suns didn't make for very hospitable weather and needed to stay inside for the evening. The motel he stayed in didn't have good internet and the channels he got were terrible. There was a show about a chipper sea sponge he fancied but it were just another rerun.
If he recalled correctly there was a local fight club going on in the local cantina down the road. The young Jedi didn't relish in violence but thought it would be useful to pick up a few tips if the Sith miraculously returned. He made his way down to the cantina where a burly alien dude blocked his way into the club. He were a little to young to be drinking, but with a few extra credits and a silver tongue the bouncer let him in unlike he cared about underage drinking anyway.
Going down into the basement where the fights were being held, he pushed passed the crowd where the two fighters were hashing it out in the large metal cage. Pluto was so intrigued by the fight he hadn't noticed that he pushed himself in the front of the line. With that round complete, the crowd pushed him inside the cage as two guards dragged the unconscious body of the last loser out of the cage, while the winner was showered in winnings and sexy woman.
The announcer was quick to realize that he had a Jedi on his hands. His lightsaber didn't do much to conceal the fact and totally ignored the possibility that Pluto may have just robbed or killed a Jedi to get it. Nonetheless, no other competitors were man enough to step up to the skinny fifteen year old. Maybe they were afraid they were going to turn him into a frog. Who knows.
@Arclight