[Open to all] The Intergalactic Diner

[Pomfrites Von Dorito]

Dorito sits in his usual spot, looking down at his food in the intergalactic diner on Coruscant. He does this every morning, as he needs his daily injection of fastfood. It is unusual for Dorito to look up at the people who also happend to have a taste of the delicious food. Although this day was quite speciel.. Yes.. At last.. It was the five year anniversary for the small diner. This was to be celebrated, Dorito thought to himself. So he looked up for a split second taking a deep breath, as if he was ready to say something.. Then he went back to eating his fastfood, not caring about anything else.

When he was finished, he threw himself back in his hoverchair, putting his hand on the usual spot where the controls were. He then turned his chair to the side, but wait.. Something was wrong.. The hoverchair.. It was stuck.. Dorito tried again, yet in vain. He started to panic, but refused to say anything out loud. Other people in the diner started to look towards the fat guy in the hoverchair moving back and forth in his small spot, although it would seem nobody would care to help this fat kid in his homemade chair...

((Everyone welcome to join in.))

 

[Jen]

Jennifer hadn't been this early up for a long time, this was mainly because she didn't work a whole lot in her speeder shop here on Coruscant anymore, but when she finally did it was surely a change in her schedule and pace. Usually she it would take her hours to get up, partily asleep she often wandered around her suite within The Dragon Palace who was based all the way out in the outer rim on Antecedant. A luxurious place. But yes, today she was indeed working in her speeder shop and due to the simple fact that she wasn't here on Coruscant a whole lot also meant that she didn't really have a lot of food back in her downed spaceship turned house. So the next best alternative was of course to stumble into the nearest open diner.

As the half ryn, half human girl walked into the Intergalactic Diner she looked around with heavy eyes, a quiet yawn escaping over her mouth as her eyes scanned the room. There was a good load of people in here, something that surprised Jennifer who wasn't used to seeing this amount of people and especially not this early! It wasn't because she was a regular in here, no, but she had to admit that it was an easy place to get some disgusting food to put your hungry stomach to rest for an hour or two. She however decided to not pay too much attention to it and instead went into the line for the cashier so she could order.. Well.. Whatever they had, some sort of mcyoda?

It didn't take a long time for Jennifer to get her order, but just as she had moved down towards a lone table to sit down and let out yet another yawn she caught a glimpse of something moving back and forth just by the next table in the corner of the room. Clearing her drowsy voice she decided to speak up, slowly realizing the comical nature of the situation: "Hey, dude. Need a hand?"

[member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"]​

 

[Yvette Thénardier]

Being on Courascant was a lot different for Yvette than Naboo or Antecedent. She felt it was so much more chaotic due to all the air traffic and amount of species from all over the galaxy piled togehter in one giant city-planet complex. At the very least she didn't feel as though she stuck out as much here as she did the others place she tended to be. It was a little relieving to know that she wasn't as odd as half of the other species present in the galaxy.

Having been brought here with her mother, who's shipping company worked out of Courascant, Yvette was curious about what there was to see on Courascant. Given the hustle and bustle of the planet itself she knew that this place was bound to have a number of attractions and such for her to visit. It took a lot of persuasion on her mother's part to convince her to leave for the morning and at least explore. Finally she'd agreed to let her stay out for the morning but wanted her back by noon, and not a minute later.

Now freely walking about the streets of Courascant Yvette had browsed one window shopping target after the other. Being exposed to so many aspects of the galaxy all in one place was such an amazing thing for her. She felt like walking through a social studies class mixed with a little history and the ike, given half of the exotic things she saw and heard about. And during this time she noticed so many posters for the anniversary of an Intergalatic Diner here on Courascant. This had reminded her she'd not eaten much today and, due to her pyhsiology, she needed some form of sustencance.

After being directed by a number of people as to where it was Yvette fnally arrived at the diner just as her stomach was already starting to complain. She made her way in and asked for a table for one, being lead to a table near where [member="Jen"] sat. Anxious about her first time in a diner Yvette looked about, waiting for her waiter to arrive, before seeing [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"] haing trouble with his chair and Jen offering to help. She tried to control herself and not laugh at the fact the man needed a chair to get around, giving how large he was. However when she looked at Jan more closely she recongized something about her.

"Hey! Don't I know you?" she asked. "I mean I think I know you. But I mean not in the sense that we talked or anything. Just knowing you by your face. I think I've seen it before. With the Red..." she stopped herself, and looked around, making sure no one heard, before whispering "The Red Ravens."

 

[Kolai Onolz]

"What an interesting hive." He thought as he walked into the diner. He was till growing accustomed to foreign food, and had made attempts to try and easy what he could. But it was playing bad things with his system, and the disorienting hive of coruscant. It was a lot like life on the asteroid, but it had no order. It made him uncomfortable. He spotted the small group of people attempting to assist the human in the hover chair. "Do you need assistance?" He asked the group in general.

[member="Yvette Thénardier"]
[member="Jen"]
[member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"]

 

[Assantium]

Assantium entered the diner on his way back from the bar, he sat at a table and looked at the menu.
After ordering his food he took a look around, noticing the other people in the diner, a very odd group.
He pulled out his holo-phone and began to look at the stock market.

 

[Pomfrites Von Dorito]

Dorito looks up at the women offering him help, he stops his panic and stares at the women with an empty look. "Mehehe.." *Cough* *Cough* "Muhaha! You fool, do you really believe I need your petty help!?" Dorito suddenly replies, quite loudly. He attempts to grab something from the back, while he slides off some sweat from his forehead. "I am a feared Sith! You won't stand a chance!", He turns in his chair, looking rather awkward. After a while he pulls out a lightsaber, half covered in chips and a bit of sauce. He looks for the button to open the saber, taking his time.. "Can you just, hangon for a minute.. I need to get this working..".. He looks around, spotting [member="Yvette Thénardier"] "What are you looking at!? Is this amusing to you!?"

[member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

"Well it looked like you nee-..." Jennifer replied at first as Pomfrites started to yell loudly through the busy dinner, her sentence interrupted as he continued his outburst, explaining that he was a dark sider, it provoking an expression of disbelief from Jennifer: "Oh. Aha, yes.. Of course.." She replied sarcastically, sighing internally.

As he started to fumble around on his hover chair to grab his chips and sauce covered saber Jennifer turned towards a voice behind her, coming from a girl who, at least by looks could be identified as around the same age as herself. That being Yvette. Jennifer regularly looked in on the Red Raven database to keep track on newcomers and the like. And she could have sworn she had seen someone who looked like Yvette, but well. There were a lot of green people throughout the galaxy so you could exactly base a single detail on such an assumption.

Jennifer nodded in response however, a slight smile forming on her lips. "I suppose you're as well then." Jennifer replied without really changing her melodious sounding voice to a lower pitch so others couldn't listen in. "If I could ask, what are you doing here exactly?" and at last she finally turned towards Kolai waving a dismissing hand: "Nah it's nothing.. But we may need some help getting him back into it in case he falls out."

[member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"] @Assantium [member="Kolai Onolz"] [member="Yvette Thénardier"]​

 

[Yvette Thénardier]

When [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"] had questioned Yvette if it was amusing to see him in his state she covered her mouth up, trying to avoid showing her smiling and giggling, while shaking her head to try and please him. In reality that was the darker side of Yvette, enjoying people comedically struggle. After that she just waved him off before looking to [member="Jen"] when she asked why she was here.

"Well I'm here for the food." she said before following up with "I mean here, at the diner. Not here on Courascant just for food. I mean that would just be silly. But I just didn't expect this whole anniversary celebration thing at the diner and thought, why not come and see for myself. You know?"

[member="Assantium"] [member="Kolai Onolz"]

 

[Assantium]

Assantium looks over at the man in the sailor suit, wondering if he ever changed his clothes.
He continues to eat his steak, looking more and more stressed. "4,000 Credits!" He shouts before throwing his holophone against the wall.

 

[Jen]

As [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"] continued to need no help and it seemed that [member="Yvette Thénardier"] had other things to think about than answering his questions, Jennifer simply decided to sit down by the table they stood by, calmly starting to wrap out the burger while listening to Yvette talk.

"Yea, welcome then. It's a good place here if you just want something quick.. But what about Coruscant? Got any contacts here or what?" Jennifer intentionally didn't mention the Red Ravens, there were a lot of local small gangs here on Coruscant that would love to get their fingers in a lone Raven and pretend to be top dogs for a few days.. She offered her a quick smile before taking a bite out of the burger, nodding towards the seat infront of her :"Sit down if you want to. Oh and by the way, what's your name?"

And as [member="Assantium"] exclaimed from his seat Jennifer's eyes fell towards him, eyeing him for the time being. 4000 thousand credits. Hmm.. She wondered on what they would be used on.

 

[Yvette Thénardier]

When [member="Jen"] had asked Yvette perked and said "Oh! Right. Sorry. All this time talking about business and the secret gangs and I never told my name." She cleared her throat before saying "I'm Yvette. Yvette Thenardier. You...might know my mom a little more. Audrey Thenadier. Or Lady Thenardier. Or Lady Audrey. She kind of goes for those titles a lot."

As she spoke her order had arrived. A tall glass of water with a helping of Bantha steak. Upon it's arrival Yvette sniffed up as much of the cooking scent as possible before licking her lips. She checked and asked to make sure no sugar or sugar subsitutes were used when making it, the waiter clarifiying so, before she rubbed her hand together and began to dig in.

 

[Jen]

"Ah, Théna. She didn't strike me as a motherly type of.. Person." She replied, smiling slightly as she looked over Yvette. As far as she could remember Audrey wasn't as.. Green, in her appearance as Yvette here was. She shrugged mentally at herself and took another bite from her burger while Yvette's food was getting placed and conversed shortly with the waiter.

As Yvette started to eat as well, Jennifer observed her for a short amount of time as if pondering, suddenly speaking up mid chewing her burger: "So wh-nom.. Excuse me.." She gulped down the last bits of the bite with a bit difficulty before continuing, quickly wiping her mouth with a paper napkin: "How come you don't use sugar in the food? Just curious." She leant a bit back in the chair, couch, whatever it was she was sitting in looking towards Yvette with a smile while taking a sip through a straw every now and then, drinking the soda she had ordered.

[member="Yvette Thénardier"] :: [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"]​

 

[Yvette Thénardier]

At the mention of her mother not seeming the motherly type Yvette had shurgged and said "Well sometimes people suprise you. And sometimes they don't..." After that she'd only gone back to eating her food before hearing her ask about why no sugar was wanted. She perked up and indicated she would answer only after swallowing the food currenlty riffling in her cheecks. After gulping it down she wiped her mouth a little ans answered "Not good for me. Having sugar is like drinking a lot of beer. Muddles everything up and then makes me all woozy. One time I would up eating half of an entire cake and felt like hell the next morning."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Zinboldo]

Zinboldo the Handyman entered the dinner adjusting his toolbelt before looking around the place. He had just gotten done fixing the pipes under an older house, the repairs of which had long been overdo, but he had been paid well and decided to splurge just a bit for the day. He took a seat at the counter making sure to keep a few seats down from the patrons, he was a bit dirty after all. After looking at the menu for a while he'd order something off the cheaper side although still better then what he usually ate. He'd then sit contently watching the goings on of the dinner.

 

[Cambry Owens]

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Just as the sensors had said, there he was. What kind of person eats diner food after stealing something like that?
Cambry, in his "civilian" armor, pushed open the door to the Diner, resulting in a little jingle from the doorbell. The Rodian was sitting at a booth near the back, and he made his way there without any hesitation. Same Rodian, that was for sure. Same beady look. And well, the vitals matched up, also.​

"Shooting the man may result in Security Forces taking notice." Verne cautioned in his ear, the Astromech monitoring Cambry from the Lassie. Cambry didn't slow his walk, sidling past a booth and it's patrons to get closer. Underneath his mask, he grated his teeth, knowing his companion was right. "I could shoot him outside."
"And you are inclined to believe he will go willingly?"
Cambry sighed. It sounded harsh and electronic through the mask's filters.​

"I'll just...counter-steal from him. He's more likely to get in trouble than I am, anyway."
"Spoke the man laden with 4 guns."
"Sometimes you need 4 guns!"​

"Not right now, you don't. Just expect them taken away if you're caught. All 4 of them."
Cambry sighed and went into 'ignore Verne' mode, signalling the end of the conversation. It didn't matter, he had arrived at the Rodian's table as was.​

This particular Rodian wore a red flightsuit, heavily stained with undercity grease. A heavy workbelt was slung over his shoulders, packed tight with various objects and trinkets of value. The booth he sat in was dark and away from windows; clearly he didn't like being in the open. Didn't work so well for him, either way.
The rodian (who's name was Mysul) was waiting for a call. He was nervous to hock this particular piece of gear as quickly as possible, what with the planet's current masters and all. To his surprise and relief, he'd found a buyer. They were to meet nearby, and he was ready for the signal. ​

Then of course, the heavily armed man came up and well, his whole day was ruined.​

Cambry put his hand on the table as he got to it, his other going to his blaster pistol in it's holster. Mysul startled and reached for something at his side, instinctively. In response, Cambry drew the pistol, keeping it at his side, but aimed at the thief.
"Morning. Heard you have a hot piece."
The Rodian jabbered and he seemed to deny it; the only thing he knew to do at this moment. The blaster priming changed his mind.
With a flurry of nods, he pulled the lightsaber from his belt and clunked it onto the booth's table, looking defeated, but angry. He jabbered again as Cambry retrieved the Sith saber, and put it back where it belong; under his kama, on his belt. ​

It wasn't technically his in the first place- he had gotten it in a bout of self-defense- but it had a bit of sentimental value nonetheless. It hadn't been a pleasant surprise to have it stolen while he was in the undercity.​

Happy to have gotten his item back with little trouble, he tapped the table and nodded, adding cheerily, "Welp, good day to you too."
As he made to walk back towards the exit, he didn't notice the Rodian had begun communicating rather furiously with his commlink.
"Look at that; for once, you managed to accomplish something without a single shot fired. Stupendous." Verne congratulated. Cambry scoffed, picking his way around a man stuffing his face with something that looked like curds and tuber-sticks. Cambry didn't even seem to notice the other Red Ravens in the room. Mostly because they had only ever been around either in battle or at one of those uncomfortable parties, and at neither was Cambry prone to socializing.​

Anti-social little git. The Spacer bumped some random guy, and didn't even apologize. Not because he was purposefully being rude, it just...never really registered. Typical.​

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[member="Zinboldo"] // [member="Yvette Thénardier"] // [member="Jen"] // [member="Assantium"] // [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"] // [member="Kolai Onolz"] //​

 

[Tengiz]

[member="Assantium"] [member="Cambry Owens"]

"Cor, those are expensive you know! I mean.. not four thousand cred expensive, though you might be able to get a new-tech one for that much but still."

The Nautolan commented, abandoning her guilty pleasure shake and going to retrieve the holophone.

"Didjoo want it back then or are you done with it? Might be broke. Oop, nope! It works! If you're done with it you ought to wipe it you know, you'd be surprised how much info is on these things, asides from just your contacts. Even them. Is your mum on here? Ooo, or ladies of negotiable affection?"

This running commentary was of course accompanied by Tengiz scrolling nosily through the guys holophone contacts. It wasn't like she'd taken it from him, the dude had thrown it, that made it fair game. She'd been considering offering to help the disabled kid, but other people had beat her to it, and anyway, it sounded like he might be crazy. Ten reckoned she filled her daily quota of crazy all on her own without help from anyone else.

"Dude, elbows, tuck those suckers in buddy."

She added in an offhand manner as some other gent went obliviously rhinoing his way through folks.

It was shaping up to be another interesting day, fantastic!

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry glanced back in surprise at apparently being addressed, and did a weird sort of recoil when he saw the Nautolan.
Conveniently for the cheated buyers of his stolen items, who at that moment were glancing in the window angrily and pointing at him, while speaking in harsh tones to each other; impossible to hear through the glass. Nah, instead, this totally competent and professional Spacer got social anxiety, and was too busy distancing himself from the threat of a conversation to actually notice his soon-to-be assailants. It took Verne to snap him out of it.
"Sir, I don't mean to be rude and interrupt...whatever it is you're doing, but those ruffians on the exterior of the diner do appear rather angry. Have they any connection to-say- a possible sale, botched recently?"
Cambry's head spun to look, and he let out a filtered swear. One of the men slid his finger across his throat in a threatening gesture, looking into the threatened Spacer's mask lenses. ​

Cambry's shoulders sank, and he grumbled briefly at the floor. Something about how unfair life was, probably. It was with a sigh that he unhooked the strap across his right holster, and drew his blaster pistol. In the middle of the diner.​

So uncaring for social protocol. The cad.​

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@Zinboldo // @Yvette Thénardier // @Jen // @Assantium // @Pomfrites Von Dorito // @Kolai Onolz //
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[Zinboldo]

Zinboldo would watch the events unfold from Camby seemingly stealing something from the Rodian at blaster point, to him nudging his way to the door. However his eyes would wonder more closely to the threatening looking men gathering out side the dinner. They would only snap back to Cambry once he drew his own blaster to which he would move closer to the opening where the waitresses could get behind the counter. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he could peace a few scenarios together well enough. At the first sign of blaster fire he was ducking behind the counter. He wasn't completely without protection, but he didn't favor his poor excuse for a blasters chances against these people.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Some days it felt like 'Jedi Master' was a big ol' sign around his neck, a label or whatever, even if he'd just come to the title as an old Warden and Rebel who got asked to come onboard and run security for a while. Even if he couldn't swing a sabre or lift a pebble, and didn't own a stitch of burlap. People just seemed to know, though nothing about Jorus had changed. So he wore a taozin amulet to block out the Force signature that didn't do him a lick of good in a gravity well anyway. And, of course, he still dressed like the spacer he'd always been, a Tenloss Ambassador revolver strapped to each leg, a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his eyes.

He had reason to believe he was wanted by the Sith. Pretty good reason, ever since they captured Sardun, and Sardun had known that Jorus held the keys to the kingdom. Master of First Knowledge, he'd been, before his presumed death at Empress Teta. Since then he'd been flying his YV-929 in Wild Space, dropping safehouse coordinates to Jedi that needed them.

Coruscant wasn't friendly land, not in this day and age, but he and the modified microcorvette Bullet Time had made a run down to 1313 anyway. Folks needed guns.

[member="Cambry Owens"] drew down against long odds, right in the middle of the diner. His opposition, a handful of roughnecks, mostly looked to be outside the front window. [member="Zinboldo"] was ducking behind the counter. [member="Tengiz"] was making noise about ladies of negotiable affection.

Captain J.Q. Merrill eased himself out of the diner stall, leaving behind a credit chip for the empty plate, and rested his hands on the butts of his guns. The Ambassador pistol was a fifty cal ripper, slug with a plasma envelope, five shots a gun. Cybernetic eyes, obvious if you knew what to look for, bored into the roughnecks outside the window.

He didn't say much of anything.

 

[Cambry Owens]

Apparently, yonder brigands weren't complete fools.​

One human, equipped with a mask and a blaster, spoke to the one glaring in the window. They seemed to briefly converse, and then both threw a dour look inside. The two gathered a third- a rodian- before departing from view. They weren't stupid enough to cause a scene in a busy restaurant, or start a war in a confined space. More likely that everyone will get shot, and they won't get their chance at the lightsaber of a famous Sith lord.​

Well, that's what they'd been told it was. In actuality, it belonged to a acolyte stupid enough to board the ship of whom he thought was a Mandalorian. Well, he was wrong, but he did end up spaced without an arm anyway. Good times.​

"They are making a swift departure. Most interesting."
Verne watched them from the Lassie, as they all jogged off around a corner and into an alley. One cast a look over his shoulder at the hovering ship before he dissappeared to the droid's survailing.​

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Cambry let out a small breath of relief. He still seemed blissfully unaware about the amount of people now glaring at him, or cowering away from him, or clutching a weapon or firstborn nervously. Nah. He just looked around a little as he stored his pistol back where it belonged, and dusted off his chest. There was a bit of a pill on the cloth of part of his overcoat, and he picked it off. Then he reached up, and deactivated his mask.​

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With a whiz, the mechanical helmet pulled back from his face, storing itself around his collar and by his ears in the form of comm pieces.
Now free from his confines, Cambry let out another breath of relief, seeming suitably cheery and light now that the threat had seemingly passed.​

"...Decided to live there, have you now?" Verne commented dryly, after barely tolerating all of this. Cambry scoffed. ​

"Decided to learn patience? Oh wait! You're a droid, you don't have positive character qualities." He spoke matter-of-factly.​

"But I do know what efficiency is. Now, if you're quite done, I would appreciate your presence on the ship. You planned to make a purchase while we were planetside...?"
Cambry started as he was reminded, and nodded. Even though they weren't face-to-...lens. ​

"Right."​

He glanced over at the window. A woman in his line of sight shied away, pulling her child close. He...yeah, he didn't notice.
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@Zinboldo // @Yvette Thénardier // @Jen // @Assantium // @Pomfrites Von Dorito // @Kolai Onolz // [member="Jorus Merrill"]​