First Reply It Happened on the Way

[Impulse]

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ASSOCIATES: Open
LOCATION: -redacted-
TIME: -redacted-

The noodles had been cooked to perfection. To some the fascination with the dish was odd, but Pulse rarely cared what others thought. He could have been at some seedy pub getting drunk like most of his ilk, but he would rather keep his mind and wits sharp. Alcohol rarely allowed for that to happen. No one was better when they were inebriated. It made for lonely nights as most ordered food on the run. It was the way Denon was. Still, Pulse sat at the booth and enjoyed the dish as though it was the first time he was eating it.

A loud slurp followed by a belch was the only sound to fill the booth. Even the owner had left for the night, leaving it to his loyal patron to close up the cart.

It was late, the time of night when nothing good happened. Pulse should have locked up sooner, but the quiet that came with the danger of the night gave him some peace. There were not many that would want to cause trouble at a noodle cart anyway. Nothing of value was stored at the cart, so Pulse took his time. His apartment was not far, and a short walk was what he needed to relieve the full feeling in his stomach.

That was when the lightning struck.

“Frak…”

It started to rain. Pulse pulled his jacket up at the collar to keep the water from running down his back. Storms were trouble, especially electrical ones. Not all of his parts were protected per se as jobs had been slower. While he had the upgrades, Pulse had yet to afford the proper synth to protect them. He needed to get home fast.

Hopefully there were no interruptions…​

 

[Yuye Chugu]

Yuye scowled at the policeman and slowly unholstered his blaster. "Yes, I get it, but you were still speeding, which requires that I-"

A red laser flash lit up the rainy night as the officer collapsed, mouth agape. The Sullustan sighed and put his pistol away. What was that...twelve officers he'd killed so far this week? Yuye hopped out of his speeder and put his hands in his pockets, admiring the "scenery". Just abandoned buildings. But that was his backyard after he'd relocated his uprising to Denon. All of it was his backyard. Even the noodle pub further down the alley. Strange. The lights were still-

Just as he thought that, the lights winked off, and a single man exited. The Sullustan grinned uncontrollably. If that man was the pub owner, he ought to have some credits on him. Yuye whistled loudly. In a minute, a few of his gang's grunts would show up at his side, ready to do his bidding. "Hey, you seem lost!" Yuye called.

Impulse