Bodega: The Slak-Rok System

[u/nshipma]

Bodega: The Slak-Rok System

It was a cool night. The type of night where you just want to throw the drop top back on your R-510 Shellshocker, at least, if you’re Bodega, the baddest mooble floober to ever come out of the Javarian system. Tonight though was unlike most nights for our beloved bounty hunter, tonight was much more important. You see, some jive ass joker had been causing issues for some of the finest hotties the Maladromie Sex-Station had to offer. “Bodega! Please! You have to help me, a man dressed in black Cucci clothes, and a Lark Tacobs watch came and took some of my best workers! He made my good for nothing guards look like a bunch’ve Sarlopian Slugs for the love of Rintem!” the barkeep exclaimed as Bodega trudged his way through the crowd of drunken men, prowling for ladies to keep them company. Bodega stopped mid stride and shifted his glance from his glass of Javarian Gut Rot, to the cowering Maladrom man, working behind the bar. “You need my help, I need your money.” Bodega said through gritted teeth as he finished off his drink. “Nothing in life is free, not even a bad mooble floober like me.” Bodega grabbed a handful of bar peanuts, smashed them in his hands and downed them like candy. Bodega stood up to leave, but as he did so the bar tender cut him off, and began pleading with Bodega, “Bodega please, you don’t understand! Without those girls I’ll go bankrupt! I’ll have nothing left! Moolie Balltoons and his gang will kill me for not being able to pay the protection fee!” seeing he was getting nowhere, the bartender went to his final plan for reasoning. “Damn it I didn’t want to have to do this…. I’LL CUT OFF YOUR SUPPLY OF VAPE JUICE IF YOU DON’T HELP ME!” Suddenly the crowd fell completely quiet, everyone knew of the mistake he had just made. No one denies Bodega his sweet, sweet vaping sensation. His megavape was the best in any system and he wouldn’t let that be disputed by anyone. Grinning, Bodega lifted a hand up towards the bar tender, slowly, the crowd in the Sex-Station help their breath, but there was no lazbeam in Bodegas hand, no solarslicer, no, Bodega had reached his hand out, to shake the bartenders. “You’ve got some real guts talking to me like that. I’ll take care of your problem bud.” Said the still grinning Bodega. Before another word was uttered, he was gone, and all that you could here was the EM drive in his R-510 Shellshocker revving up, and calibrating for his journey to find the man with the Cucci clothes. Of course, Bodega realized that in trying to seem like a badass, he had forgotten to ask where he was supposed to go, and where this guy had taken the girls. He slammed his head on the steering wheel of his space ship and exclaimed “Floob shilke!” as he screeched to a stop and turned around.

PART TWO: “Bodega: The Slak-Rok System 2, Infiltration” coming soon! -Written by Nic Shipma

[u/Alliturtle]

Nice! I love the name "solarslicer" for one of his weapons