#bdrptoulouse

@kovu-blackwell, @curiousxrr, @lou-bonfightme

When Kovu had come to him on the heels of his rejection from the Council with a mission on his lips, Simba had felt uneasy. It was hard to say why. A mission was the perfect thing to get the young Jedi’s mind off the defeat he felt at what had been told to him in the council meeting. 

And still, Simba worried. He worried as he arranged for a ship and sent for Toulouse and Alice o accompany them. They would need back up, he had told a put out Kovu. They had no idea what they were about to walk into. As they were preparing, the Senate received notice of an unregistered ship dropping out of hyperspace near Hoth. It was as good a place to start as any, so they all dressed warmly and piled into the cruiser and Simba set the coordinates for Hoth. The ship jumped easily into lightspeed and as they cruised smoothly through the stars, Simba swiveled his chair to face the rest of his team.

“Now, we know there were at least two Mandalorians that kidnapped the queen, however we could be falling into a trap of more of them. Or, they were clearly hired by someone powerful and wealthy, so there could be any number of things that await us.” 

“We should stay together and stay alert when we arrive,” Toulouse nodded in confirmation. “There is a possibility that they’ll be waiting for us.”

“Though, we can hope that we have the element of surprise on our side, eh?” 

Rita had been at home when the papers had gotten delivered. They were meant for Roscoe but seeing as they were married she didn’t see any problem in looking at them. It was her right to know what was going with her husband. Especially if it was going to affect their family.

Except, Rita had wished that she never opened the damn papers and read them.

Rosoce was being sued. Sued. By Toulouse Bonfamille of all people. Not only that but he was demanding jail time for battery. All at once Rita saw red as she crumpled the papers up. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who was he to take her child’s father away from them? How could he even think that was okay? 

That anger fueled her steps as she made her way to the address on the papers. It didn’t matter she was nearly six months pregnant and not supposed to be stressing herself out. What mattered was that she as going to murder Toulouse Bonfamille for this. For causing her so much stress in the first place.

Reaching the address, she banged her fist on the front door, hitting it so hard she was sure that it would bruise later. But she didn’t care. “Toulouse! Bonfamille! Open the goddamn door”

Rita: You're? At? The? Met? Gala?

Rita: Wtf?

Rita: Your AUNT is Duchess LaBlanc?