by Lt. Tyber Rook on Fri Jun 28, 2019 7:33 pm
Noodles. The common unifying food of the galaxy. Republic citizens, Imperial citizens. Those living on the edge of law and order.
Everyone loves noodles.
He approached the stand. Removing his helmet, he sat it on the counter, before sitting next to the Duros.
"Are you going for the Rodian special, or something more exotic today?" He smiled, leaning forwards on the counter. He noted the Besalisk running the counter, cooking the noodles, aided by another xeno, Mustafaran maybe?
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