Lemy droids

>Lemy loud was bored
>Lyra is at church and mom is signing albums
>its really cold hes starting to regret wearing short sleeves
>the internet is out
>nothing interesting is on tv
>hes played every game on his computer a hundred times this week
>Hes not hungry so he cant eat to fill his boredom
>so he decided he would go down to the boardwalk and window shop
>So far nothing has caught his eye
>all hes seen is dress shops tobacco stores opium dens and seafood shops as far as the eye can see
>just when hes about to give up he spots it
>Tucked away on a side street inbetween a make-up shop and a gun store was a droid dealer
>ever since it was revealed that earth wasnt alone and aliens start showing up, small boutique shops with extra stellar goods would pop up in random places
>Driven by his curiosity he makes his way down the street pushing through the throngs of shoppers and tourists
>as he gets closer he can make out what looks like a trade federation logo on the glass storefrot
>peering in he gasps in amazement
>Droids hundreds of em in all shapes and sizes
>And there on a rotating platform in the middle of the shop
> The New BX-Commando droid standing tall in a dramatic pose
>excitedly lemy walks in making his way to the center of the shop
>As he gets closer to the display he slows down Taking in the sights and sounds
>he sight the sandwich board sign in front of the display with prices on full display
>and to his shock just within his monthly allowance was a single squad of BX-Commandos for 200 dollars
>with trembling hands and pound heart he makes his way to the counter
>and sitting there behind the counter is what is unmistakably a neimodian
>he rings the bell and the neimodian looks up startled
>The sound of the bell echos through the near empty shop
>the neimodian speaks in heavily accented english
>"Err hello there can help young sir"
>Lemy nearly trips over his own words in his excitement
>"I'd like to buy some droids sir"

>"what kind and how many, Young one?"
>Lemy paused remembering advice his uncle Lincoln once gave him
>//Always ask to confirm a price when buying anything over a hundred dollars,lemy you never know how old a price sticker might be//
>"first id like to ask the price of a squad of BX commandos"
>the neimodian seems to stand a little taller as begins to talk
>"a squad of BX-Commandos costs 200 dollars with no charging station included two hundred and fifty with charge station included"
>Lemy thought to himself happily glad he asked rather than simply assuming that everything would be included
>while more than he would like to spend in a single place its well within both his allowanc and what he has leftover from the previous month
>"how much is warranty and is it optional?"
>the neimodian seems to have been caught off guard
>"Sixty dollars for warranty and while optional we strongly recommend not skipping it"
>Lemy contemplates taking his advice when an idea comes to mind
>"How long is the warranty and what does it cover"
>the neimodian seems to have a moment of clarity
>his tone shifting from that of salesman talking to a mark to that of a businessman making a deal with his equal he speaks

>Stepping out into the cold sleet rain Four Hundred Dollars poorer and flanked by a pair of super battle droids
>Lemy looked around Hurriedly looked around for somewhere to stay dry but to no avail
>Every shop on the street was closed and it was getting dark
>Cold seeped deep into his bones urging Lemy on to make a decision
>He could go left and possibly get completely lost on the Royal Woods Subway system
>Go right in the direction he came from and make a mad dash for the spaceport where he can hire a hovertaxi
>Or Go left again but instead sprint for Arby's and use the payholo to call the spaceport taxi service
>. . .
>Arby's it is

>Lemy burst through the doors and gasped for breath his lungs burning sprinting like that was something he rarely did
>and boy was glad he decided on the arbys because seconds later it started raining like a monsoon
>looking out the window he saw a trash bag float by on a stream of rainwater
>and then he realized it was strangely quiet for an Arby's with a packed parking lot
>and then he realized everyone was staring at him and his droids
>he walked over to the cashier and dropped a ten on the counter
>cheerfully he spoke "Two mushroom swiss burgers please!"
>The silence rapidly dissolved and everyone went back to eating
>Crisis Averted!

>Looking around for the payholo lemy spotted it next to the restroom
>and it was currently in use by what appeared to be a Jedi of some form
>Tall, Human,Dark hair, mid Forties and looks vaguely like jesus
>"Hey droid man, your food is done"
>the cashier wave Lemy over but one of the Droidss goes and gets it for him
>Lemy stomach growling pulls one of the burgers out and makes his way over to the Payholo
>He taps the Robed man on the shoulder and he turns around startled
>"are you almost done with the holo, man i need to call a taxi"
>the Jedi looks at Lemy looks at the super holding his food and back to Lemy
>"you uh just buy those droids kid?"
>"nah they came free with my new commando droids the dealer said he'd have them delivered later"
>The Jedi seemed relieved for some reason
>"So uh are you done or what?"
>"Ah sorry yes i am, you have a good day sir"
>Huh weird he seemed in a hurry

>Lemy steps into the holobooth and punches in the number for the spaceport taxi service
>About a minute passes before someone answers
>the projector flares to life and lemy is greeted by the sight of a balding Asian man
>"Hello royal woods spaceport Taxi service how may i help you"
>Lemy has to look out the window but
>"I need a hover taxi at Fifth and Main, the Arby's parking lot"
>"Right away sir"
>Lemy passes the next ten minutes playing black jack, he wins about two hundred dollars of a pair of corellians in plastoid plated greatcoats
>Naive fools don't realize plastoid won't do much to stop earth made firearms
>When the taxi arrives the B2s dont fit so they just mag-clamp on the sides and fold up
>When he arrives home at the loud family estate a Flatbed is already there unloading his Commando droids
>"There you are lemy, tell this idiot you didnt buy any droids so hell leave"
>Leia says as she appears out of nowhere shaking his shoulders


>Leia stares in bafflement
>"Wha- Ho- How could you afford this many droids!?"
>"their TradeFed droids Leia, their dirt cheap."
>lemy crosses his arms and rubs them together with a sigh, He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a remote and points it to the droids pressing a button
>All of the droids simultaneously stand up
>The droids form a parade formation in front of him
>"finish unpacking the rest of the material, and assemble  the prefab at the..."Lemy hesitates for a moment before orienting himself with the sun, "west side of the compound"
>/ROGER ROGER/ they chorus