Post by halonachos on Aug 9, 2022 1:32:57 GMT
Ego was as befuddled as Sir Uncle-Jirano was, he was certain that his words would calm the hysterics of Madame Zira but now she was stumbling off through the crowd after her small speech.
"The embarrassment of that dreadful toast will stay with her, but I can try to console her. I have seen bad toasts before." Ego said while nodding.
He hopped dowm to the floor and carefully made his way after the fleeing Zira, carefully avoiding the other patrons in this massive... Ego was unsure what it was but his Elder had always received guests with drinks in his study and assumed this was just standard fare for a study on this planet. A few minutes later he was unsure of where Zira had gone, at least until he heard the telltale sound of vomiting. He slowly pushed open the door and called out "Madame Zira, Sir Uncle-Jirano has sent me to make sure that you are quiet all right."
He heard a moan resonating from a bowl within the restroom and made his way in. Spotting the hunched over form of Zira he sat down on the floor behind her. "It's all okay Madame, believe me, I may have heard worst toasts in much politer company. You can always make better ones in the future."
"What are you talking about?" Zira blurted between gags.
"Are you not vomiting out of embarrassment from your toast?" Ego turned his head quizzically.
"No I'm not throwing up because of whatever frakking toast you thought I was giving." She almost shouted.
"Oh, because it was most terrible." Ego nodded.
"I am sure I don't need this kind of help." Zira almost hissed, "Tell Uncle Jirano..."
"Was Sir Captain part of your tribe?" Ego asked while looking up at the ceiling, long stained from vapors of various narcotics.
"My tribe?" Zira's brows furrowed. "Sure he was from my tribe I guess."
"Ah, then I understand." Ego said quietly. "I felt very ill when something bad happened to my tribe too."
"Did they have their heads cut off and presented to some slug as a trophy?" Zira was incredulous.
"No, they were burnt alive." Ego sighed "The men in white armor tried to protect them, but the men in leaf clothing beat them. Then they burned my tribe."
"Men in white armor, like Stormtroopers?" She asked, turning away from the bowl.
"I don't know their real names," Ego shrugged "they were in white armor and they listened to people in gray clothes with hats like this." He pointed to his own.
"A frakking Imperial teddy bear..." Zira thought to herself "what are the odds I would be throwing up in front of an Ewok supporting the Empire?"
"Those people were Imperials." Zira said "The Captain fought them, no wonder you're okay with this."
"I don't know if my tribe were Imperials, but they were my tribe." Ego looked Zira in the eye, it reminded him of Madame Savra when she was angry but not sure at what she qas angry about. "I do know that Sir Captain may have fought Imperials, but he did not kill my tribe."
"So you're saying you just don't care, he was a good man."
"I am certain of it." Ego began to stand up, "but he died and horrible things happened to him afterwards and with his death you can still do things to honor him and your tribe."
"Like what, go in there and kill that damn bounty hunter?" Zira scoffed.
"That is up to you Madame Zira." Ego got up and attempted to wash his hands at the sink, to remove the ick from the floor. "I do not know a lot about this place or this galaxy. I do know that you should be happy that you still have a tribe that isn't just ashes."
"The embarrassment of that dreadful toast will stay with her, but I can try to console her. I have seen bad toasts before." Ego said while nodding.
He hopped dowm to the floor and carefully made his way after the fleeing Zira, carefully avoiding the other patrons in this massive... Ego was unsure what it was but his Elder had always received guests with drinks in his study and assumed this was just standard fare for a study on this planet. A few minutes later he was unsure of where Zira had gone, at least until he heard the telltale sound of vomiting. He slowly pushed open the door and called out "Madame Zira, Sir Uncle-Jirano has sent me to make sure that you are quiet all right."
He heard a moan resonating from a bowl within the restroom and made his way in. Spotting the hunched over form of Zira he sat down on the floor behind her. "It's all okay Madame, believe me, I may have heard worst toasts in much politer company. You can always make better ones in the future."
"What are you talking about?" Zira blurted between gags.
"Are you not vomiting out of embarrassment from your toast?" Ego turned his head quizzically.
"No I'm not throwing up because of whatever frakking toast you thought I was giving." She almost shouted.
"Oh, because it was most terrible." Ego nodded.
"I am sure I don't need this kind of help." Zira almost hissed, "Tell Uncle Jirano..."
"Was Sir Captain part of your tribe?" Ego asked while looking up at the ceiling, long stained from vapors of various narcotics.
"My tribe?" Zira's brows furrowed. "Sure he was from my tribe I guess."
"Ah, then I understand." Ego said quietly. "I felt very ill when something bad happened to my tribe too."
"Did they have their heads cut off and presented to some slug as a trophy?" Zira was incredulous.
"No, they were burnt alive." Ego sighed "The men in white armor tried to protect them, but the men in leaf clothing beat them. Then they burned my tribe."
"Men in white armor, like Stormtroopers?" She asked, turning away from the bowl.
"I don't know their real names," Ego shrugged "they were in white armor and they listened to people in gray clothes with hats like this." He pointed to his own.
"A frakking Imperial teddy bear..." Zira thought to herself "what are the odds I would be throwing up in front of an Ewok supporting the Empire?"
"Those people were Imperials." Zira said "The Captain fought them, no wonder you're okay with this."
"I don't know if my tribe were Imperials, but they were my tribe." Ego looked Zira in the eye, it reminded him of Madame Savra when she was angry but not sure at what she qas angry about. "I do know that Sir Captain may have fought Imperials, but he did not kill my tribe."
"So you're saying you just don't care, he was a good man."
"I am certain of it." Ego began to stand up, "but he died and horrible things happened to him afterwards and with his death you can still do things to honor him and your tribe."
"Like what, go in there and kill that damn bounty hunter?" Zira scoffed.
"That is up to you Madame Zira." Ego got up and attempted to wash his hands at the sink, to remove the ick from the floor. "I do not know a lot about this place or this galaxy. I do know that you should be happy that you still have a tribe that isn't just ashes."