The Pains of Proper Etiquette

[shinjo97]

Lieutenant Mikko Teir of the Alliance Military walked stiffly in his suit, trying his best not to rip the thing to shreds. He had no choice but to dress like this; If one intended to eat at Kitchen Galactic, one of Coruscant's greatest restaurants, then one had to dress the part. Why did he have to do this? Because it was his day off, and he intended to eat somewhere with good food. Just about now he was starting to regret that decision. And why did the place have to be called Kitchen Galactic? It sounded like one of those restaurants with games for children to play while their parents settled at a table, ordered a snack and relaxed. It certainly did not sound like a place where you were required to wear nice clothes. He shook his head in disgust.

The truth was, he simply never saw action anymore. Tensions were rising between the Alliance and the Empire, of course, but that only caused the big-scale pirates to stop showing up. That left him with nothing to do but wander, and enjoy those few days off that he had. Right about now, though, he wasn't really enjoying things too much. The Lannik grumbled under his breath, then patted the spot beneath his suit where he knew his pistol was hidden. He never went anywhere without some sort of firearm anymore; He'd learned not to take any risks since he'd joined the military, and that was one of the many things he was grateful for. Ahead, the restaurant came into view, so he did his best not to look uncomfortable and walked straight-backed the rest of the way there.

"Reservation for one. Last name Teir, first, Mikko," he said, attempting to hide the annoyance in his voice and failing miserably. The hostess raised an eye, shrugged, then gave him a 'Right this way, sir," and led him inside. He looked around, taking in the 'fancy furnishings' that he thought looked quite ugly. He muttered under his breath as he walked, commenting on how stupid the silverware looked, or that the wallpaper made him feel like he was on one of those kiddy-rides (What did they call them? Carousels, that's right.) that went in a circle over and over and over again. It gave him a migraine, so he looked away, instead focusing directly ahead of him so that his mind didn't keep spinning. The migraine went away quickly.

"Here you are, sir. A waiter will be with you shortly," said the hostess, motioning to a table set for one. Mikko nodded, then sat, the chair-cushion making him feel more and more like a child. Growling, he picked up the menu and scanned through its pages quickly. He nodded as he found something that he liked. A few minutes later, the waiter came, a Twi'Lek with an odd eye twitch that made him seem like he was about to do something crazy. Mikko didn't comment, as he was too annoyed with his surroundings to do so. He simply turned and glanced at the drinks section of the menu, then spun to face the waiter.

"Correllian Ale and a Medium-Rare Nerf-Steak, with a side of mashed potatoes," he said gruffly. The waiter smiled, bowed, twitched his eye, and was gone, writing on a little notepad as he walked. He went into the kitchen, then came back out a moment later, moving on to another one of the tables he was in charge of. Mikko sighed and eyed the glass of water that had been pre-prepared. Muttering to himself, he took the glass and downed the entire drink in a single swig. Grinning like he'd just won the lottery, he set the glass down and leaned back in his chair, waiting for his food to arrive. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, afterall.

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[Guardian Six]

Patrick walked out of the restroom and saw that his date had left the restaurant, they had just got there. He began walking to the server's area when he found the manager and asked where his date had ran off to, apparently her boyfriend picked her up in his new speeder. He thanked the manager and started to walked out the door when he saw a new face and walked up to his table; he thought about the normal cadet greeting but decided to do a quick salute.

"Good morning sir," Patrick said as he lowered his salute, "do you mind if I join you?"

 

[Michael Scott]

Steven walked into the Kitchen Galactic wearing his dress uniform, strutting his brand-new Corporal insignia on his collar. A waitress found him and requested his name to see if he had a reservation, which he did, but let her check it out anyways. Even though the war hadn't started yet, the promotions were rolling in and he had picked up Corporal only a couple of months after enlisting. Maybe it was his job as a Scout, after all there weren't even five Scouts on the entire planet; he was one of three in his training class. Yes Scouts were basically snipers with cooler names, but they had other jobs as well; but nobody realized that, nobody even knew that his red and white military ribbon indicated his job as a Scout. But Steven put those thoughts out of his head and took his seat at the table his waitress had chosen, he asked for a cup of caf and resumed his thoughts; until he saw a face he hadn't seen for a few years, his father.
He saw his father being escorted by a couple of jedi knights, they had actually entered the building across the street; they went to the local security headquarters to make him a prisoner until they could interrogate him. He thought about going after them but quickly decided against it.

"Oh well," Steven said out loud to nobody in particular, "he deserves it what ever he did."

"Here's your caf sir," the waitress said as she brought his cup of hot caf to his table, "is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Actually there is, Miss?"

"Miss Widdlebacken," she replied with a smile, "it's Corellian for princess."

"That's a lovely name," Steven replied as he took a sip of his caf, "can you find out the name of the two officers at that table?"

 

[Syn]

Mirrshen walked into the restaurant slowly as he stood with a Zeltron on each arm, he had come to Coruscant for business mainly to meet and talk about affairs. He had abused his office a little in getting a table but well he wasn't here often enough to wait for a reservation as he grinned to the hostess and was led to his table. "Ladies please order whatever you want." With a grin Mirshen sat down as he looked to another table and saw a soldier with the Alliance. Slowly Mirshen stood up and walked over to the table as he offered his hand and spoke. With a quick glance he noticed the other soldier and gritted his teeth, he was being rude to the people who helped keep him alive and had disregarded him quickly offering his hand from one to the other. "Soldiers how are you doing this night? I am Senator Vevut Cross and it is always a joy to meet the people who protect my hide." With a grin Mirshen motioned to the two girls as they stood in dresses made of zoosha fabric. "And my friends just love uniforms."

 

[shinjo97]

Mikko eyed the newcomer angrily, but, seeing that he was a fellow soldier, motioned for him to sit. "May as well, now that you've already bothered me about it," he growled, not even attempting to hide his annoyance at being disturbed. He turned as the twitchy-eyed Twi'Lek waiter returned, carrying a tray that had his food and drink on it. The waiter set it down, and as he bent, the Lieutenant could have sworn he saw the butt of a pistol hidden in his uniform. For the first time, he noticed the worried glances the waiter kept sending towards a rather large group of men at the far end of the room. Mikko eyed them warily, mumbling and cursing his luck about picking such a bad day to eat here.

They looked very suspicious and certainly appeared as if they were waiting for something. However, he wasn't able to ponder it for long, as a waitress approached him and the other soldier. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, sirs, but another man of the military inquired about your names," she said. Mikko stared at her as if he were thinking of as many ways as possible to punish her for bothering him. He was not enjoying all of the distractions, that's for sure. "Er... should I tell him that you don't want to be bothered?" she continued, trying her best not to bolt because of the murderous glare he was giving her. But he shook his head when she asked that, deciding that, if it really was another soldier, he should at least give him his name. He sighed, seriously wishing that this hadn't happened.

"My name is Lieutenant Mikko Teir," he barked gruffly. The waitress gave a grateful smile, and then scurried off back towards the other soldier. He didn't have a moment to breathe, though, before he and the original soldier were approached yet again. He turned, furious now, to confront whoever it was that had spoken to him. He then saw that it was the Senator from Zeltron, and so did his best to hide his anger. He needed to show proper respect for a Senator, no matter how bad of a mood he was in. "Er... Hello, Senator. Thank you for your kind words," he said, pointedly skipping over a response to his words about the two Zeltron women staring over in this direction and giggling. He muttered under his breath, and then prepared to continue speaking to the Senator when it happened. The sound of a blaster shot reverberated across the room, quickly followed by screams from the patrons.

Mikko shoved the Senator to the ground, getting him out of the way of blasterfire, and then dove, rolling and then coming to his feet behind a table that had been overturned in the mad rush of the crowd as they tried to get out of the restaurant. "Frakking Hutt-spawns!" he barked angrily, before drawing his concealed pistol and then bringing his head up just enough to see what was happening. The Twi'Lek had drawn a pistol, showing that it hadn't been his imagination when he had thought he'd seen it earlier. The suspicious men had also stood, all of them drawing blaster-rifles. The Twi'Lek turned and killed the hostess with a spray of shots, tears streaming from his eyes. it was obvious he was being forced to do this. However, Mikko wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he continued to fire.

As he was thinking, the men with the rifles, five in total, all turned and fired on the Twi'Lek. It was obvious that the Twi'Lek hadn't been expecting this; he could just manage a terrified scream before he was on the ground, five smoking holes in his body. Mikko snarled, and then stood up, coming out from behind cover for a moment so that the men with the rifles could hear him. He trained his pistol on one of them before speaking. "Alliance Military! Hands up! NOW!" he roared, his voice carrying loudly across the room. The five offenders turned towards him, faces displaying complete surprise. They obviously hadn't been expecting there to be a soldier there. However, the surprise was quickly replaced by anger and a barrage of blaster shots aimed at him.

"They just have to do this the hard way, don't they?" he muttered. He dove behind cover once again, narrowly avoiding the blasterfire. He turned towards the other two soldiers. "Well don't just stand there! Protect the Senator, and get him out of here!" he barked. He wasn't sure if he was the most superior officer among them, but at the moment, he didn't really care. He was too focused on the task at hand. Knowing Alliance laws practically by memory, Mikko muttered under his breath, set his pistol to stun, and prepared to return fire. He had no idea what kind of combat experience the other soldiers had here, but if they couldn't take on a few petty criminals without any casualties, then they weren't fit to fight the Empire, anyways.​

 

[Guardian Six]

Patrick was delighted to have a seat with a newly commissioned officer, however that feeling quickly went away after he saw the senator of his home planet; Mirshen Cross. He heard vile stories about the man, but one did hear such things about all politicians when in the military, many came from his mother. He was about to ask the senator if he would get the vanguard shield for helping a dignitary in trouble when the blaster bolts flew across the diner. He turned over their table and looked at the crew wielding blasters aiming at their position. Even though he was just a cadet, he was still a member of the Galactic Alliance Defense Force and was trained to do battle with any enemy of the republic. He somersaulted over the dead twi'lek, grabbing the blaster while he rolled behind a partition and took aim at the five men who were ready to kill.

"Alliance military!" he announced with the Lieutenant, "put down your weapons and surrender. Corporal take the senator and get behind the bar! Call the security forces over here!"

 

[Michael Scott]

Steven didn't know what happened, first he was asking for the names of two officers and then was on top of the senator holding him still so he wouldn't get hurt. One of the officers told him not to stand there and the other officer, who appeared to be a cadet, told him to drag the senator behind the adult drinks bar; this would provide a nice cushion of protection against the blaster bolts and give him enough time to call the Coruscant Security Forces.

"Let's go you," Steven said as he pulled the senator up off the ground and began moving him from behind the table, placing himself between the blaster bolts "get behind the bar and call the CSF!"

 

[Syn]

Mirshen was at first confused when the fighting broke out but when he was thrown to the ground well he moved. he wasn't a fighter but he had gotten training as he looked at the corporal and went there speaking as he muttered. "You know one of these days I don't know when I am going to go someplace where people don't start shooting." With a look Mirshen grinned, he could try and help if it came to it but then again he didn't want to get in the way and he knew he was older and out of shape in comparison to the other. Slowly Mirshen shouted from behind the bar as he looked at his wrist. "You guys know who I am right? I am a senator and harm me or these people I will make sure the maximum is given."