For the past few days, the Senator and crew of the Rapier have walking around on the capital city of an Imperial planet disguised as a freighter crew, observing the general state of things on the planet. In the corner of the sketchy dive that they had stopped for lunch at on one such ocassion, Tokoga sits with his back to the wall, casually scanning over a newssheet and trying to stay out of some of the more pugnacious-looking patrons of the bar while eating a small plate of some manner of fried vegetable. Maybe they shouldn't have come here for food.