Private A Time to Hunt

[Aiden Porte]

Adelle Bastiel​

Aiden quickly found his way back to where they began. He slowed to a stop as her blade pierced the chest of her adversary, clearly no need to rush now. What they had set out to do, it was accomplished. She turned to face him, the corner of his mouth began to curve with a small smirk. A nod of his head followed.

"You fight well, very well."

Truth be told, Aiden hadn't seen too many Mandalorians in action, not since the formation of the Naboo Republic, when Theed was attacked by the Neo's. That was almost two years and some change ago.

“So,” she said, “know any good places to eat around here?”

"Unfortunately, no..." Aiden voiced honestly as he moved to stand next to Adelle. "I did see, on the main street, amidst all the fighting..." Aiden began, pointing back up in the direction of the main pathway. "Up there, go down roughly thirty yards or so. There was a restaurant that was advertising something that looked damn good."

Aiden crossed his arms, his mind thinking more on it.

"Some protein meat wrapped in a doughy bread-type thing. I was only able to get a glance at it. Leave it to me to think about food during a fight. But Jedi have to eat at times. I'm open to giving it a shot if you are?"

The Jedi Knight snapped his fingers.

"Ah yes, forgive me. Before, formalities had stood between us, but now things are calmer. My name is Aiden Porte, Jedi Knight. It's a pleasure, my friend."

 

[Adelle Bastiel]

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How he had been able to see that and pay attention to the restaurant long enough to know what it advertised in the middle of a fight beggared belief. And it seemed he knew that. Adelle could hardly blame him, especially if he was hungry. Her stomach felt like a cold empty pit now and a hollow feeling had begun creeping into her bones. She knew from experience that her blood sugar would drop next if she didn’t eat soon.

His introduction gave her pause. It had been a while since she’d talk to a Jedi—not since leaving her Order. She no longer held a rank in the Jedi Order. She was Mandalorian. So how did Mandalorians introduce themselves?

“Adelle Bastiel, Clan Skirata,” she said, deciding that would work for the most part. “And yeah, that works for me.”

She didn’t really care what she ate. Her body just demanded that she eat.

As they walked to the place the Jedi—Porte—had found, the smells of well seasoned meat started wafting through the air. Adelle removed her buy’ce and took a deep breath. It made her mouth water. Baking bread soon followed and it made things better and worse. Whills she was starving.

Due to the fight, the area had cleared out somewhat as no one wanted to be anywhere close to a shootout. Some of the more stubborn, fearless, or stupid souls hung around, but there was hardly any line at the little diner Porte led them to. Adelle ordered four of the wraps that the Jedi described seeing earlier, and even then, she wondered if it’d be enough.

She sighed as they sat in a both, the physicality and the tension of the last hour finally catching up to her. It took every ounce of willpower not to immediately wolf down the food. Adelle raised one of the wraps in a faux toast to the Jedi.

“Cheers,” she said, “to a successful rescue.”

~exuent, pursued by a bursa~
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