372nd Street Diner

[Chio’ Amanté]

A handful of kilometers away from the Jedi temple in amidst alley ways was an old hole in the wall diner that had been in the same spot for decades. It was not uncommon for people of all walks to stop by the diner for their famous cuisine and unusually potent Jaway Juice.

[Chio’ Amanté]

It was getting late and maybe it was time to start thinking about food, even Jedi had to eat and this expedition into the city had been a bit of a dead end. Dressed in street clothes the Jedi Padawan wore a brown leather duster that concealed his lightsaber perfectly from view. Anyone who knew what a Jedi was would know him as such, but those who were unfamiliar with the order whose numbers had dwindled in recent decades would just mistake the dark haired youth for another punk kid.

Chio' found himself by happenstance near his favorite place to grab a bite to eat when he was out and about on the city planet. The Jedi looked down at his commlink on his wrist. He had received no messages in hours, they could afford to be without him a bit longer. He turned the corner and entered the diner. Immediately as he entered the door he was greeted by a large man behind the counter.

"Chio'! How's my favorite Jedi this evening? In street clothes too, you on some secret mission or somethin?

Chio' rolled his eyes but gave the man a toothy grin.

"Hiya Sam, your subtly is always appreciated my friend."

The Padawan moved towards the counter and sat down across from his friend.

"The usual tonight?"

"You got, but skip on water, I'll take a Jawa juice."

Let out a deep laugh from the pit of his belly and pinched Chio's cheek.

"Look at you now, all grown up. I remember when you were this tall the first time your teacher brought you in."

He poured the drink and set it down in front of the young man.

"Saaay. Come to think about it, some fellas was in here asking about you earlier?"

Chio' took the drink and took a small sip, the beverage burned as it hit is tongue and slid down his throat.

"Smooth drink there Sam....really? What kind of fellas?"

Sam leaned over the counter and whispered to his young friend.

"The rough lookin kind. Told em you haven't been here for weeks."

He took another sip of his drink and nodded to Sam.

"Thank for that Sam, if they come back be sure to let me know."

Sam clapped his young friend on the shoulder and retreated to make the Jedi's favorite junk food, a medium rare bantha burger smothered in two slices of melted Republic Cheese and a side of thick cut fries.

Chio' nodded and scratched his upper lip in thought. He took an extremely small sip of his drink and set it to the side. He scanned the diner and noticed only a few other customers, he nodded to himself quietly. He heard the burger sizzle on the grill, the scent filling his nostrils and tantalizing his stomach. After what seemed like forever Sam emerged from the kitchen with the gourmet junk food plated up and ready to go.

"Bone Apetit Chio'"

"Thanks Sam, you don't know how hungry I am."

Chio' took the gargantuan burger in both hands, grease dripped from it and landed on the plate in front of him, just as he was about to take a bite, the doors slid open and he could feel dark holes in the room form.

"For fuck's sake..."

He let out the inaudible swear and set his burger down on the plate. This delicacy might have to be enjoyed a bit later, this did not stop him from popping a crisp, piping hot gold fry in his mouth. Delicious.

"Hey kid...we need you to come with us, real quiet like."