Patience Darklighter
Jul 11th, 2006, 08:52:34 PM
*Pop*
Patience continued to chew her gum as she did her morning rounds. Her family's shop, McQueen's Interplanetary Sundries was a proverbial one-stop shop, and had generated a lot of business since even before Baron Calrissian ran the mining town of Cloud City.
Of course, that was years ago.
Now, McQueen's was becoming a common name through the mid and outer rim. And for good reason. Anybody with a case of wanderlust and a ship to steer it by could find what they needed for their travels. Starship parts, check. Good pair of corellian boots? Sure thing. Nonperishable, unappetizing space rations? Well not every planet grows sugar trees and meatballs.
A trusty blaster at your side? Well...
Patience ran her little hands along the glass display case, and grinned giddily as she always did.
Guns. Rows and rows of them. A girl's best friend. Anybody's best friend, if the price was right. They were a universal commodity, especially now that people openly questioned whether the Empire would hang on without the Emperor. The rim was even more wild than it had been during the Galactic Order era.
The constant pioneering spirit of the rim, combined with the unruly nature of frontier life had made it profitable to set up over three dozen other franchises of McQueen's. Patience had insisted on staying close to her roots on Cloud City. Something about the place appealed to her stubborn nature. Something that a bunch of offworlders arrogantly stuck in mid-air and held aloft with nothing but willpower, elbow grease, and a bunch of tools and spare parts.
This was her kind of town! And people like that certainly would always need the sort of things that could be bought at McQueen's.
Patience continued to chew her gum as she did her morning rounds. Her family's shop, McQueen's Interplanetary Sundries was a proverbial one-stop shop, and had generated a lot of business since even before Baron Calrissian ran the mining town of Cloud City.
Of course, that was years ago.
Now, McQueen's was becoming a common name through the mid and outer rim. And for good reason. Anybody with a case of wanderlust and a ship to steer it by could find what they needed for their travels. Starship parts, check. Good pair of corellian boots? Sure thing. Nonperishable, unappetizing space rations? Well not every planet grows sugar trees and meatballs.
A trusty blaster at your side? Well...
Patience ran her little hands along the glass display case, and grinned giddily as she always did.
Guns. Rows and rows of them. A girl's best friend. Anybody's best friend, if the price was right. They were a universal commodity, especially now that people openly questioned whether the Empire would hang on without the Emperor. The rim was even more wild than it had been during the Galactic Order era.
The constant pioneering spirit of the rim, combined with the unruly nature of frontier life had made it profitable to set up over three dozen other franchises of McQueen's. Patience had insisted on staying close to her roots on Cloud City. Something about the place appealed to her stubborn nature. Something that a bunch of offworlders arrogantly stuck in mid-air and held aloft with nothing but willpower, elbow grease, and a bunch of tools and spare parts.
This was her kind of town! And people like that certainly would always need the sort of things that could be bought at McQueen's.