It is BBY 3. The Jedi have been eradicated as an order, and all remnants are being hunted down as part of Emperor Palpatine's brutal scourge of threats to his tyrannical control of the Galactic Empire. The Rebel Alliance is scattered, barely a dream in the eyes of its leaders, and small crews, pockets of committed resistance fighters, are banding together to perform daring, often impossible, acts of bravery to strengthen and build the fledging Rebellion.
Davra took the quiet from the dug that ka had decided maybe they weren't the best at conversations. Or ka was just as annoyed at the imperial presence as everyone else in Ziepo's. The two lovebirds certainly were playing up the part of being smitten. Either they really were just overrun with whatever natural stimulants were coursing through their systems, or this was becoming more obviously a trap and these were the worst actors she'd ever seen.
And Davra had dealt with a lot of bad actors...
Or perhaps ka had become more focused on the newcomer. Mister Everyman with the DL-44 struggling to remain inconspicuous in his jacket. 'This is definitely a trap..'
JediTigger wrote: ↑Sat Apr 04, 2026 2:09 am
The newcomer at the neighboring table orders something fizzy and nonalcoholic to drink, sends off the server with a dismissive hand wave, and levels his brown gaze on the food on plates before Devra and Onkaldo. "That," he proclaims in an accent as unremarkable as everything else, "looks like worm-ridden womprat shit."
And he doesn't seem to be joking.
"Honestly.." Davra preoccupied herself with collecting some of the thicker noodles into her sticks and lifting them, dabbing them gently in sauce, and then slurping them into her mouth. She didn't look up as she did, more interested in her food than the conversation. "The next thing to comment on my meal is going to discover very quickly what being on the wrong side of a blaster malfunction feels like.." She kept her tone level, practically uncaring, like it was the kind of threat she was simply comfortable with making and knew exactly how to follow through on.
"Not going to make many friends on this level of Coruscant if you're mocking Ziepo's food.." she added, leveling her eyes at Mister Everyman.
Onkaldo wrote: ↑Sat Apr 04, 2026 7:38 pm
"I'm already complaining about the venue like a surly Kowakian," Onkaldo replied off-handedly. "Don't go packing into my lane or the suit will go home."
"Besides, you look like you know a thing or two about eating shit."
At that, the light in the newcomer's eyes flashes, not in anger but apparent amusement. He scoots his chair a bit closer to stage whisper, "I've had food so bad I'd have called shit a feast," with one corner of his mouth twitching upward briefly.
Very briefly.
His gaze flickers between Onkaldo to Davra a few times, thoughtful, but he doesn't move his chair back to its former spot. Over with the Imperials, Ziepo can be heard asking about their work and whether drinking on duty is at all permitted, dismisses the question with a laugh, and then calls for some of the best dark brew he has.
The good stuff he keeps in the back.
Davra Barrik wrote: ↑Wed Apr 08, 2026 12:31 am
"Not going to make many friends on this level of Coruscant if you're mocking Ziepo's food.." she added, leveling her eyes at Mister Everyman.
"Right now he doesn't seem to be worried about what anyone on this level thinks of him," Mister Everyman notes dryly. "You two don't exactly look happy to be here either. Lose a bet?"
JediTigger wrote: ↑Sun Apr 12, 2026 11:36 pmAt that, the light in the newcomer's eyes flashes, not in anger but apparent amusement. He scoots his chair a bit closer to stage whisper, "I've had food so bad I'd have called shit a feast," with one corner of his mouth twitching upward briefly.
Very briefly.
"Well aren't you special," Onkaldo replied blandly, slurping up a mouthful of noodles.
JediTigger wrote: ↑Sun Apr 12, 2026 11:36 pm"Right now he doesn't seem to be worried about what anyone on this level thinks of him," Mister Everyman notes dryly. "You two don't exactly look happy to be here either. Lose a bet?"
"Turns out having a spook materialize on your doorstep is a humbling experience." Onkaldo set kan eating sticks aside. "No, see the bet is that I could finish a meal at Ziepo's without getting up and leaving, no matter what kind of stupa sits down and starts yapping at me." Onkaldo slowly looked from Everyman to Davra and back. "I'll admit, it's not looking great."
JediTigger wrote: ↑Sun Apr 12, 2026 11:36 pm"Right now he doesn't seem to be worried about what anyone on this level thinks of him," Mister Everyman notes dryly. "You two don't exactly look happy to be here either. Lose a bet?"
"Turns out having a spook materialize on your doorstep is a humbling experience." Onkaldo set kan eating sticks aside. "No, see the bet is that I could finish a meal at Ziepo's without getting up and leaving, no matter what kind of stupa sits down and starts yapping at me." Onkaldo slowly looked from Everyman to Davra and back. "I'll admit, it's not looking great."
Davra let out a long, slow breath. Inhale in 1..2..3.., and exhaling out for much longer than a three count. The breath became much more like a sigh the longer the dug and this Mr. Everyman's mouths kept moving. Honestly if this was a trap, Davra just wished the ISB lovebirds or whoever was going to spring the trap would just do it and get it over with so she could go back to the office and go about her day. Lunch was already very quickly getting ruined by the excrement discussion.
And the company.
Honestly the only saving grace had been the excuse to slum it at Ziepo's. She had been meaning to make an excuse. She hadn't had one since the last time she made a terrible decision about romantic entanglements.
"What's to say this isn't my normal Taungsday lunch spot? Seems to me I'm the only one in this conversation that wants to be here. What about you Mr. Everyman? Just here to enjoy a flat fizz and some smooth jizz?"
