AN:The Star Wars Pizza AU you never knew you needed. I love pizza and SW so it seemed logical to combine the two.
Resistance Pizza is a family run, authentic Neapolitan pizza place. Their mouth-watering pizzas are meticulously made with love and care, using only the finest ingredients. First Order is a pizza restaurant chain with it's flagship store and headquarters across the road from Resistance. Their pizza's are clearly the inferior product, having been mass-produced with lesser ingredients, however the convenience of the chain has led to popularity. Tensions rise between the two as Resistance grows and has an opportunity to branch out into a franchise. This pizza war is about to get ugly.
Poe's hand closed around the USB stick. "Here, my boy. This will lead you to Luke Skywalker." Lor San Tekka promised him with an inspiriting smile, which spread across his whole face, crinkling the weathered skin around his warm eyes. "Give Leia my best. She's a dear friend." He added with a pat to Poe's shoulder. "Of course." Poe replied, returning the old man's infectious smile. Cutting through the silence of the night came the sound of screeching tyres. The dog by his side whined anxiously.
"What is it buddy?" Poe asked him, bending down to stroke the short, red and white mottled fur on his neck. A crash came from outside and BB-8 barked in response. Poe bolted upright and peered out the curtain. A band of masked people were gathered outside, emerging from two pitch black vans.
"We have company." Grimly, he turned to Lor San Tekka. "First Order." The old man nodded bleakly and moved towards the door of his small home.
Poe attached the USB stick to BB-8's collar. "Okay, buddy. This is safer with you than it is with me. Take it straight to Resistance Pizza, alright?" He ruffled the dog"s fur as Lor San Tekka walked outside. A conversation he could not hear unfolded outside, and Poe snuck towards the backdoor with his dog. Carefully, he opened the door and snuck out towards his motorcycle. He mounted the bike, and clipped his helmet on. BB-8 waited patiently around the side of the building for his master.
Poe turned the key into the ignition and-
Nothing. "Crap!"
This was the worst possible time to have engine failure. He turned the key again and again, but it was no use. He got off and knelt to inspect his engine. "Oh those bastards!" He cursed, as he stared hopelessly at his punctured tyre. "Go, BB-8." He called to his dog, and turned to face the group confronting Lor San Tekka.
As BB-8 bounded down the street in the opposite direction, Poe rushed forward to aide his friend, who, he was glad to hear, could hold his own in this interrogation.
"… before you called yourself Kylo Ren."
"Bullying an old man?" Poe interrupted, challenge in his voice. The so-called "old-man" flashed an apprehensive smile at the young man. Poe surveyed the group. There were about a dozen men dressed in white - a peculiar choice for such an activity - and one, the leader, in black. They all wore biker helmets, which hid their faces. The assumed leader- Kylo Ren- turned to Poe.
"Where's the USB?" He demanded, his voice was distorted, Poe noted, past the degree to which his helmet could be expected to muffle him.
"As far away from you as possible." Poe retorted brashly.
Kylo gave a curt nod to his subordinates, who escorted Lor San Tekka back inside the house. "The old man gave it to you." He deduced, and waved a gloved finger, instructing his men to search Poe. Finding nothing, they stood by his side, holding his arms.
"Load him into the van. I'll continue at HQ." He commanded, and the men dragged the young delivery boy. His shoes scuffed and scrapped against the dusty ground - garden maintenance was clearly not Tekka's forte.
"Screw you." Poe retaliated, struggling against their strong grips on his arms. He got an elbow in the ribs for his efforts and winced in pain.
Kylo started to return to the van when another of his troopers came from within the house with a crate full of tomatoes.
"Resistance's latest import of San Marzano, sir." He informed his leader. "What do you want us to do with them?"
"Destroy them all." Ren ordered, and climbed into the passenger seat of the van.
The asker tipped the tomatoes onto the ground, and the remaining men began stomping on them aggressively. Standing off to the side, one man stood hesitantly, stomping on an empty patch of dirt. Next to him, an enthusiastic colleague slipped and fell to the ground. The wary trooped knelt to his friend's side.
"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching out to help. The fallen comrade reached forward, his hand sliding over the aide's helmet. A streak of crimson pulverised tomato stained his helmet and his breath hitched. How had his life come to this dire place of barbarism and needless cruelty?
BB-8 had been bolting through the streets and dusty fields of Jakku, all night until he was far from Lor San Tekka's home. His instructions had been to go straight to Resistance Pizza, but he was a long way from home. He turned onto a wide road, saturated by the blinking street lights. The sun was beginning to rise behind him, and the once deserted streets were now occupied by the few brave enough to wake this early. His pace had slowed considerably since last night, leaving him susceptible to the ambush he experienced next.
A net was hurled over his body, and he barked, spinning round to catch sight of his attacker, which only served to entangle him more. BB-8 thrashed for freedom to no avail.
"OI!" The yell came from his right, and he turned to catch sight of a girl rushing towards him. She shouted something at his attempted kidnapper, and began cutting him loose. BB-8 jumped up and licked her face while she chuckled. "Well you got yourself into quite a mess, didn't you, boy?" She remarked with a smile. The girl tilted her head down to read his name tag, her finger brushing over the USB stick. "BB-8?" She read in a soft, melodic voice. The dog perked up at the sound of his name. "Hello there BB-8." She hummed, rubbing his head with a grin. "I'm Rey."