While still in Saffron city with Din and his little family, Bo-Katan helped out where she could. Today it was doing a grocery run, which gave her further opportunity to explore the massive city. The fact that there were occasional skirmishes between fighting type and psychic type Pokémon had not escaped her notice. She mostly didn’t pay it any mind as they were simply creatures doing their thing.
It was starting to get dark by the time the armored Mandalorian had left the grocery store. Her helmet on her head and a few grocery bags in each hand. Walking calmly and minding her own business, she eventually stopped to cross a street. However, some cries and sounds of a fight got her attention. Normally she would ignore it, but the sounds of distress were… different.
Moving carefully to an alley, she peered around a corner to see what was happening. If it were any other planet she would think someone was being mugged. Instead, what she saw was several fighting type Pokémon beating some other strange looking Pokémon. It’s whimpers and cries making it clear this was more than a turf skirmish and it was clearly outnumbered.
Unwilling to let that continue, Bo put her bags on the ground and walked into the alley with her most confident stride. Looking rather imposing as she confronted the Pokémon.
“What’s going on here?”
Her demanding voice caused all the Pokémon to stop. They turned to look at her, eyes blinking in surprise and a bit of fear as they looked at this human completely covered in metal. They had never seen anything quite like her before!
The little metallic Pokémon shivered, peering up as well once it realized everything had stopped. It looked hurt and Bo felt her blood boil. She didn’t like bullies. Even when it came to these creatures.
“Leave him alone,” she growled. Raising her hands, she cracked her knuckles. “Or do I need to get rough?” She knew what people said, but she wasn’t going to back down from fighting these Pokemon herself if that’s what it took.
Fortunately the threat was enough. Their eyes widened and quickly all the Pokémon shuffled away, leaving the one they had been picking on behind. Once they were all gone, Bo walked over to what she would later learn was a Pawniard. Bending down next to him and extending her hand.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
It looked up at her, tears in its eyes even as it was awestruck by the armor she wore. Almost as if she was one of his kind. The Pokémon crawled toward her hand, but couldn’t do much more as it was too weak. So instead she picked it up.
“Come on. You’ll be all right.”
Bo-Katan couldn’t just leave him there like that. So cradling the Pawniard in one arm, she stood and walked back to her bags. Cramming all them all into one hand and making the trip back with the Pokémon in tow. Later that evening she could be found passed out in a chair with the Pawniard still cradled in her arms.
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Pawniard
It was starting to get dark by the time the armored Mandalorian had left the grocery store. Her helmet on her head and a few grocery bags in each hand. Walking calmly and minding her own business, she eventually stopped to cross a street. However, some cries and sounds of a fight got her attention. Normally she would ignore it, but the sounds of distress were… different.
Moving carefully to an alley, she peered around a corner to see what was happening. If it were any other planet she would think someone was being mugged. Instead, what she saw was several fighting type Pokémon beating some other strange looking Pokémon. It’s whimpers and cries making it clear this was more than a turf skirmish and it was clearly outnumbered.
Unwilling to let that continue, Bo put her bags on the ground and walked into the alley with her most confident stride. Looking rather imposing as she confronted the Pokémon.
“What’s going on here?”
Her demanding voice caused all the Pokémon to stop. They turned to look at her, eyes blinking in surprise and a bit of fear as they looked at this human completely covered in metal. They had never seen anything quite like her before!
The little metallic Pokémon shivered, peering up as well once it realized everything had stopped. It looked hurt and Bo felt her blood boil. She didn’t like bullies. Even when it came to these creatures.
“Leave him alone,” she growled. Raising her hands, she cracked her knuckles. “Or do I need to get rough?” She knew what people said, but she wasn’t going to back down from fighting these Pokemon herself if that’s what it took.
Fortunately the threat was enough. Their eyes widened and quickly all the Pokémon shuffled away, leaving the one they had been picking on behind. Once they were all gone, Bo walked over to what she would later learn was a Pawniard. Bending down next to him and extending her hand.
“Hey. Are you okay?”
It looked up at her, tears in its eyes even as it was awestruck by the armor she wore. Almost as if she was one of his kind. The Pokémon crawled toward her hand, but couldn’t do much more as it was too weak. So instead she picked it up.
“Come on. You’ll be all right.”
Bo-Katan couldn’t just leave him there like that. So cradling the Pawniard in one arm, she stood and walked back to her bags. Cramming all them all into one hand and making the trip back with the Pokémon in tow. Later that evening she could be found passed out in a chair with the Pawniard still cradled in her arms.