Post by Sporky on May 13, 2011 10:04:28 GMT -5
There are innumerable space stations floating in the voids that are little more than spaceborne equivalents of roadside fuel stations. Just docking ports and maybe a small convenience store and/or watering hole. This was one of them.
This little dive's area of void was situated in the mid rim somewhere, between two small star systems of no import. Its claim to fame was its Rill ribs platter, slathered with a x2 flavor combo of secret recipe sauce and crumbled Cairn Bolete mushrooms from Dynn.
Heh. Dynn.
Wallace had come here often in his life. There was just something about this little dumpass station that he had enjoyed...they had enjoyed. The rangers. The Zeo Rangers, Wallace's brothers and sister in blood, his second family. This had been their secret spot, and even now he sometimes expected to see the Rusty Rainbow sitting in a docking port whenever he left.
His mind drifted back, as it was wont to do, to younger days. More complicated days, when his back wasn't bent and his fur wasn't faded. How happy they had all been, one they'd warmed up to each other. They'd staked a claim on this station, and more than a few times they'd led the bar in renditions of I Had A Hat when they were all completely drunk off their asses. There was a picture of the Rangers above the bar, even, and it brought tears and a smile to Wallace's eyes every time he looked at it.
But he wasn't young anymore. His back WAS bent, his fur WAS fading. He was a dying man, he knew. His time in the land of the living, lengthened as it was by the Force, was ticking away from him even as he sat eating. But he didn't fear death, only that he would never see this 'Aiaru' place he'd dreamed about. That was his final goal in life, to see that planet, meet these 'Space Wizards' he'd heard about.
Why was he sitting in his old haunt, then? Why had he chosen to sit in the well-worn booth, memories and tears flooding back like they always did whenever he visited? Well, he was a stubborn old dog, and old habits died hard. Very hard. He couldn't bear the thought of not being able to taste the x2 flavor combo that slathered these pieces of meat..nnng, so delicious.
There was his mind, running away again in its old age. Just a moment ago, he'd been crying over old memories and contemplating his fate, now he was focusing on these delicious piece of meat. Silly old dog.
He glanced up when the door to the bar slid open. It was a new patron, one Wallace didn't recall seeing before. Huh. Odd. It was...he supposed a Lepi, though maybe it was just another species he wasn't familiar with...an armored Lepi by the looks of him, decked out in the odd patterns and bright colors that Wallace associated with Mandalorians. Again, odd...or maybe he was seeing things, going crazy in his old age.
He watched the stranger enter, mild interest shining through his glazed, weary eyes. Perhaps he'd strike up a conversation with him when he'd finished these...delicious...
Oh by the Force, these ribs were good.
This little dive's area of void was situated in the mid rim somewhere, between two small star systems of no import. Its claim to fame was its Rill ribs platter, slathered with a x2 flavor combo of secret recipe sauce and crumbled Cairn Bolete mushrooms from Dynn.
Heh. Dynn.
Wallace had come here often in his life. There was just something about this little dumpass station that he had enjoyed...they had enjoyed. The rangers. The Zeo Rangers, Wallace's brothers and sister in blood, his second family. This had been their secret spot, and even now he sometimes expected to see the Rusty Rainbow sitting in a docking port whenever he left.
His mind drifted back, as it was wont to do, to younger days. More complicated days, when his back wasn't bent and his fur wasn't faded. How happy they had all been, one they'd warmed up to each other. They'd staked a claim on this station, and more than a few times they'd led the bar in renditions of I Had A Hat when they were all completely drunk off their asses. There was a picture of the Rangers above the bar, even, and it brought tears and a smile to Wallace's eyes every time he looked at it.
But he wasn't young anymore. His back WAS bent, his fur WAS fading. He was a dying man, he knew. His time in the land of the living, lengthened as it was by the Force, was ticking away from him even as he sat eating. But he didn't fear death, only that he would never see this 'Aiaru' place he'd dreamed about. That was his final goal in life, to see that planet, meet these 'Space Wizards' he'd heard about.
Why was he sitting in his old haunt, then? Why had he chosen to sit in the well-worn booth, memories and tears flooding back like they always did whenever he visited? Well, he was a stubborn old dog, and old habits died hard. Very hard. He couldn't bear the thought of not being able to taste the x2 flavor combo that slathered these pieces of meat..nnng, so delicious.
There was his mind, running away again in its old age. Just a moment ago, he'd been crying over old memories and contemplating his fate, now he was focusing on these delicious piece of meat. Silly old dog.
He glanced up when the door to the bar slid open. It was a new patron, one Wallace didn't recall seeing before. Huh. Odd. It was...he supposed a Lepi, though maybe it was just another species he wasn't familiar with...an armored Lepi by the looks of him, decked out in the odd patterns and bright colors that Wallace associated with Mandalorians. Again, odd...or maybe he was seeing things, going crazy in his old age.
He watched the stranger enter, mild interest shining through his glazed, weary eyes. Perhaps he'd strike up a conversation with him when he'd finished these...delicious...
Oh by the Force, these ribs were good.