Public Trouble in Ralf's Bar

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Valery Noble
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger



The night arrived on the planet Courkrus. It was about time, for the nightlife to start in the city Vlarnya. Bars opened up, streets were full of people of many origins. Music was heard from all directions. Talking everywhere, it was almost impossible to cross the streets without slamming into each other. Bein an outer rim planet, many Bounty Hunters, scoundrels, and shady people, in general, were present. Truly heaven for all the criminals. Ralf, a male Rodian, who happened to own one of the bars in the city was already handing out drinks to his clients. The bar was very full. Everywhere were people, talking, singing, grabbing the servants in very inappropriate places and of course we cannot forget the gambling and games!

"If this continues, we have to call in Sinas from his vacation, Melina!" Ralf said to one of the servants behind the main counter of the bar. Ralf was kind of terrified. His bar was never so popular. Shockingly, only after he hired some very pretty Twi'lek servants his bar has exploded with people. He felt bad for them, but on the other hand, he was finally able to send his wife and children on a well-deserved vacation with the extra money he gained. But yet it always felt like he sold his soul for this to happen. "Don't worry boss, we can handle this" Melina the female Twi'lek with beautiful green skin and a face to fall in love with, replied. Ralf smirked. Maybe she was right. He took a quick look at the bar and its clients.

People from many origins. But yet most of them are all shady and troublesome. But there was one particular person who stood out the most. Ralf had an eye on him, since his arrival. A troublemaker for sure by the looks. Pale white skin, tattoos all over his bald head, and a big fluffy beard. The guy has been in only two hours in many different places inside the bar, grabbed some servants by the hips, and was still trying to finish his bottle of rum all in one. Ralf knew, no he felt like he was about to stir something up, but he couldn't just throw him out. He didn't do anything yet. He hoped for the best.

As Ralf looked away from this guy, who walks by the name of Ruxan by the way, he immediately stood up from his chair. "THAT'S MY JAM!" he screamed out loud. It was some jazz that was played. Ruxan started to dance all alone, towards the stage. Quickly he grabbed the mic from the singer, and he himself began to talk into it. "Ladies and Gentledudes!" he started off, taking a little break. His bottle of rum in the other hand, he quickly went for a sip. "As you can all see, today we have many pirate...I mean pirateers here! Look at all those handsome fellas, eh? All rusty and dangerous looking. Now, I want all of you pirates to sing with me!" Ralf couldn't believe it. "What is this idiot doing!?" he said. His frustration was clearly heard. "Don't worry boss, he just wants to entertain the grumpy pirates here. Relax" his servant replied, whilst she was cleaning some glasses. For her, her boss was right now more annoying than Ruxan.

"All right, so now we gonna sing a little sea chanty! Everybody who knows the lyrics sing with me! And after that, miss singer here can continue!" he screamed very happily. To top it off, he gave the singer a little kiss on her cheek, who started to blush from the kiss. "All right, DJ or whoever makes music, gimme some drums!" The pirates in the bar, unlike the rest of the clients, had their attention on Ruxan. Some even screamed chanty suggestions toward him, but Ruxan mostly ignored the comments.



There once was a ship that put to space
The name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down
Oh blow, my bully boys, blow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
She'd not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down low (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The captain's mind was not of greed
And he belonged to the Whaleman's creed
She took that ship in tow (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
For forty days or even more
The line went slack then tight once more
All boats were lost, there were only four
But still that whale did go (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on
The line's not cut, and the whale's not gone
The Wellerman makes his regular call
To encourage the captain, crew and all (huh)
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us spice and weapons and rum
One day, when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go!"

While singing, all the pirates cheered and sang along. It was very disturbing and annoying for the rest of the bar attendants, because no one heard the person next to them anymore, because it was so loud. Only the pirates in the bar didn't care about it and sang along. After the song, they all chugged their drink to the bottom, except Ruxan. No, he was enjoying his bottle of rum.


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[Dom Nar]

Dom wasn’t having any of it. Having come for a quiet drink, he was sat in a corner, his helmet sitting on the table next to him as he nursed an expensive whiskey in one hand and a data pad in the other. He was reading up about the geopolitical structure of Sigma Prime. A Young Cityplanet Brimming With Potential. He would be completing a security detail there in the near future. Working to supplement the ground forces to oversee a signing of a treaty. He didn’t want to be going into it blind. So he stopped in to enjoy a quiet drink and read up.

When some rowdy pirate got up and started drunkenly yelling a shanty. “Will you shut up?” Dom Nar yelled out, slamming his data pad down on the table. The Mandalorian’s patience had worn through.

Ruxan Jones

 

[Zefgahld Qojex]

Ruxan Jones Dom Nar

A lithe and demure alien woman made her way along the rowdy, drunken, rancorous, stumbling and gyrating mass of aliens, slurring through some DAMNABLY LOUD... What was it, a shipboard shanty of some variety? Zefgahld couldn't tell, and her gray-furred, triangular ears folded downwards in intense annoyance even as she began to step around a fallen Ho'Din, his orange head tentacles writhing awkwardly atop his reptilian visage as spittle and liquor simmered forth from the depths of his slit of a mouth, and a halo of smoke - doubtless from one illegal spice or another - exited his trembling nostrils as the Amaran made her way past, her maroon travel cloak tickling over his nostrils lightly as she took careful steps beyond the fallen alien.

The lithe and petite, athletic and boyish vulpinoid was clad in loose, hole-strewn faded tan breeches, easily revealing patches of her gray-furred legs, delicately and oh-so-lightly muscled; unknowingly drawing the gazes of one or two male admirers, to say nothing of the sway of her lithe hips and the shifting of a black-tipped and smooth-furred tail, among other things, though the Amaran would have ignored those matters and attentions entirely. With cloak open and hood folded back, the woman's short, unkempt, fiery red hair was tied above her head in a frazzled topknot for the sake of ease. A loose, scarlet tunic, unadorned and sporting four buttoned pockets along the alien's flat and unimpressive chest, kept the remainder of her modesty intact. Behind the demure-looking, anxious vulpinoid alien, a short, box-like astromech rolled atop a single cylindrical tread with the gentlest of whirring, its orange photoreceptor swiveling up and down as it watched its companion's movements. Glowing white and laced with brilliant purple trim, this well-kept, exquisite S19-series astromech droid easily and brilliantly reflected the bar's strobing, dancing, pulsing lights around it whenever they struck, having the unintended side effect of blinding a lusty-eyed red-skinned Gran that was in the process of admiring the Amaran's toned backside from her immediate right as she stopped and cast her gaze to and fro, wordlessly trying to seek out someone in the crowd of laughing, carousing, gyrating, groaning, alcohol-fueled, scantily-clad and lust-laden bodies...

A hand shifted from beneath the Amaran's cloak, to rest atop the top of the droid as "he" rolled to a stop at his companion's side. The Amaran's trembling was calmer then she had thought it would be, and she sighed in exasperation, being completely unfamiliar with the bar scene, scholastic that she was. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts as she settled into an unattended booth at one corner of the bar, far away (yet not immune to) the intense noise that was threatening to burst her eardrums, her triangular ears folded backwards, flattening along the sides of her head and giving the vulpinoid a somewhat ridiculous appearance.

Her icy blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, "I prefer my holobooks for a reason..." she mumbled to herself, before addressing the S19 as it swiveled its box atop its tread to face her. The Amaran smiled, "Well, Cee-Ninety, it's not the exact corner, but it'll have to do..." Turning her head to regard an armored, warrior-tribe-looking humanoid, features completely obscured by a helmet as he read a datapad akin to the one the Amaran was going to be using, beneath the confines of her own travel cloak, after the droid had done his job... She just needed to watch over him for a little bit.

It was just then that the armored man stood, shouting in annoyance at the racket assailing them from all angles. The Amaran started, shifting away from the roaring male and into her booth as he screamed at everyone to SHUT THE KRIFF UP!

"Well, damn!" An ear twitched, and the Amaran, having recovered, did her best not to laugh... He icy eyes traveled over his ranting, armored form, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

My thoughts exactly, Handsome...

 

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Valery Noble | Dom Nar | Zefgahld Qojex
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger




Obviously, some people were annoyed by the bad singing of the pirates in this bar. Luckily, this was something Ruxan was rooting for. Though he didn't stop singing, his eyes, noticed the many people in there that were annoyed. Some people just can't hide their emotions and clear frustration. So when the song was over, Ruxan gave up his microphone to the singing lady and walked off the stage. To his pleasant surprise, one of the many pirates noticed a Mandalorian, who yelled out of frustration that Ruxan should have shut up. "Look at the shiny fella ova there Ruxan, lad said you should shut up" he let Ruxan know. Ruxan was very happy about this, as his face brightened up and put a big smile on his face, making his yellow and rotten teeth visible. "Oh, I see. You know, what time it is my friend?" he happily asked his pirate companion. He placed his arm on his shoulders and pressed him against himself. Without letting his friend answer, Ruxan already explained the situation. "It is time, that we create some chaos in here. It was about to get boring anyway, don't ya think?"

So without hesitation, taking a sip from his bottle of rum, Ruxan went up to Dom Nar and with a little bit of force, he placed the bottle on his table, so he could get his attention. "Look'e here, what do we have? A shiny brave Mando man, in his shiny Broksar armor, right?" He intentionally misspelled the word Beskar, to get him triggered. Maybe this fella was someone with a short temper, who knows? "I heard, you wanted ME, the man himself Ruxan to shut up. Is that right?" he asked the man.


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[Zefgahld Qojex]

Valery Noble Dom Nar Ruxan Jones

The Amaran's laughter was soon to give way to a look of annoyance and slight confusion as one of the ribald, shrill and just plain bothersome of the many bile-inducing and raunchy group of laughing and lusty pirates and other assorted dolts from as many worlds sought to, of all things, harass the armored stranger... The same armored stranger whom Zef shared a love of reading, as well as more quiet environs. Watching as the similarly rotten-toothed (the Amaran was somewhat lacking in dental hygiene herself, though thankfully not as bad as the idiot who was harassing the Armored Stranger) sarcastically plunked down the swill of rum that he was drinking to accost the man further, the toned, petite and athletic female at last bristled with anger, her gray fur flaring out along her arms and neck.

Patting her astromech protectively atop its boxlike body, the normally-demure Amaran felt her black-tipped tail flare in irritation as she got to her footpaws. Two swift pats to her droid's head were the signal, and the astromech, silhouetted by the bar's strobing, shifting and flashing light amidst the music, laughter and lust-heavy moans surrounding them, swiveled around via its single tread, to make its way through air hazy with smoke and pheromones to avoid what might turn into conflict.

Whispering a brief prayer to the Force's Light, the Amaran's hand, clad in a brown, nerf leather fingerless glove, lightly settled onto the rabble rouser's shoulder as her short muzzle snapped in what she hoped was an intimidating manner at the human-looking alien (though something did seem a bit off about him), even as she pushed the bottle back towards the man's hand.

"Can't you see he wants to be left alone?" Her voice was calm and even, her free hand resting on her hip, on the handgrip of a rarer-designed sort of blaster: a white-emblazoned heavy blaster pistol, the trim glinting with black pearl lining.

"He doesn't want trouble - let him go about his reading... Same with me, actually. No need to start anything, Kid..."

 

[Dom Nar]

Dom didn’t come here to start a fight. When the obnoxious pirate came over to antagonise him, he resigned himself to having finish a fight. With a small tap of his right foot on the ground, a panel in his rocket boot revealed a set of whistling birds. Armed and ready to unleash twelve small homing missiles at a moments notice.

When a furry alien jumped to his defence, the Mandalorian figured he might be able to avoid having to commit a murder. “Ruxan? Is it? You’ve had enough. You’re upsetting the other patrons.” He said in a calm voice.

 

[Laphisto]

Pushing his way into the bar, the Kiev'arian glanced around the bar. Not moments ago, he had heard music coming from within or at least loud and obnoxious singing. Standing at over seven foot eight, he would tower over most establishment patrons. His clothing is a set of Custom Beskar'gam with dark emerald green, bracers, pauldrons, and shin guards. the armors chest piece would be shaped to fit his body perfectly with the chest piece coming down over the groin area with two pieces one on either side of his hips buckled together with a few straps and clips, showing the chest piece came apart in three pieces with the side section clipped to the chest and leg armor.

the leg section of the armor was a set of standard grieves with a kama-like kilt that went around the legs but left the front section open. the armor ending at the ankle and shifting to more of a cloth-like wrapping. at the right side of his lower back would be a satchel which was a beige color and looked several years overused. The left side would have a broken-looking Vibrosword. the sword's handle, handguard, and pommel seamlessly rolling together with a tear-dropped-shaped jewel standing out from the greyish-white color of the blade. looking at the almost still bar a small chuckle would push past his lips

" well ill be seems I'm right on time for the party then no?"

with a small chuckle, his left hand would rest on the pommel of the hilt of the broken sword. he wasn't exactly too sure what he had walked in on but if things came to blows he was more than willing to defend himself. a small flush of blue would cover his heterochromia eyes as he activated his force sight peering at the patrons through the force

 

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Valery Noble | Dom Nar | Zefgahld Qojex | Laphisto
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger




With a whole lot of confidence, Ruxan looked at the Mando's neighbor. The small amaran. It seemed like both were on one side. Because both of them talked towards Ruxan he, the gentleman he is, stayed silent and listened to both of them. What they said was different but the core message was clear. But that didn't stop Ruxan. Nothing would. "Aye, are you both....ehhh?" he started talking, pointing his finger toward the Mando, then toward his neighbor. It should be clear what he meant with that question, but yet there was no need for an answer to that. "You see lads, that's the point" his finger pointing at the amaran. "I DO want to start something" he said with a big smile, changing the direction of his finger toward the Mandalorian. "And I DON'T have enough" he added to his first comment. "It's time to have a little fun, shall we?" he asked in a sinister way, the same way his face turned into, as he pulled the right side of his jacket away, revealing his bluebolt blaster. Effectively showing off his gunslinger moves, Ruxan quickly pulled his gun, but yet in a way, that it was only seen from one direction. The jacket was hiding the gun from another side and without even looking he shot a pirate that was next to all of them, standing right next to Laphisto . As the blaster made its way toward the pirate, a big burnt hole was to be seen on this pirate's chest, and shortly after the man who was a Nikto fell down. Quickly, Ruxan put his blaster back, like nothing happened, as everything went silent.

Now it was time to play the actor. With an angry face, Ruxan looked at the Mandalorian. "HOW DARE YOU SHOOT ONE OF MY COLLEAGUES!?" he shouted at him. Now, Dom, Zefgahld, and Ruxan were the main attraction in the bar. Quickly he took a sip from his bottle of rum.

Now the fun can begin was Ruxan thinking to himself


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[Zefgahld Qojex]

Ruxan Jones Dom Nar Laphisto

The Amaran grunted and raised an eyebrow quizzically as the strange-looking human (or was he a near-human? The Amaran couldn't tell exactly - he looked rather pale) waved his finger between the two of them, leaving the she-fox snorting with derision at the young punk - she had arrested dozens upon dozens of similar types back home on Coruscant, and shot more then a few, to boot. Upon grasping the meaning of his query, she did her best NOT to burst into laughter. The Pale One's smile revealed his vile teeth once again, and the Amaran sardonically growled, even as his challenging smile had the hand on her gun twitching with anticipation...

The vulpinoid gestured to her chest, then tapped her foot nonchalantly as she smirked at the male, her other hand fingering the stun setting on her still-holstered, ghost-white blaster, "Some of us just don't... Uhh... Grow out much, I guess..." Clicking her tongue in thought, the Amaran shook her head a second later, "Need to research my own biology a bit more thoroughly... Never looked into it because I don't care - my Godfather takes care of me, not my parents." She sighed, seeming more inquisitive then sad at the knowledge, "Didn't know them... But, I'm a woman, not a lad... Even though I've always acted like one..." Tapping her sternum, the thicker fur of which jutted in a frazzled and... Poofy, for lack of a better term, out from the collar of her chest just a little bit, soft white and almost silvery in the bar's flashing and strobing lights. A hulking, stinking (the Amaran's powerful nose caught a whiff of... Reptile approaching, as vile as most of his kind were) massive form was in the midst of taking casual steps into the nightclub, the harsh rumblings echoing just behind and to one side of the she-fox and her armored charge as... Whatever-it-was approached.

The Amaran casually slipped her ghost-white blaster out of its holster, a dexterous and thin gray-furred finger resting on the trigger even as she raised her own blaster; the wannabe space nerfboy (cowboy) twirled his weapon beneath his own too-large jacket.

Typical damn teenager... The shorter alien thought, Never did like them.

The harsh cry of blasterfire echoed from behind the Pale Punk, silhouetting the darkened dancefloor with crimson for naught but a moment. The guttural groan of a Nikto man to one side of the Scaled Monster that (the Amaran only briefly had a moment to look at its gut) echoed through the room even as the she-fox turned to catch the grisly sight of him falling backwards... Harsh gasps echoed all around, the music falling into stunned silence even as the Nikto groaned and shivered on the floor. The harsh stink of ozone and burnt, sizzling green flesh reached the various nostrils situated all around the Nikto. Trembling as his limbs and torso curled inwards, the Nikto whimpered horribly, akin to a frightened Youngling, as spittle ran down one side of his mouth directly onto the edge of the dancefloor.

The Pale Shite's voice echoed forth his dishonor, and the Amaran grunted in defiance as the fur along her shoulders, neck and arms ruffled instinctively. Snarling in anger, the lithe she-fox's arms flexed, her finger pulling the trigger of her stun-charged Model 434 DeathHammer, the black pearl trim glinting as a blue-white bolt flared into life, striking the Pale One's rum bottle in an instant.

Pressing her hand to the Armored Man's, Dom Nar 's, shoulder, the Amaran screamed, "DUCK, NOW!" Shifting her free hand up to her muzzle, the Amaran's ears folded down as she screeched, "CEE-NINETY - MYNOCK OUT OF HELL! NOW!"

(The glass shouldn't shatter, as a stun setting is less powerful, but it MIGHT be fun to have the shot heat the rum and make it boil and froth over, either ruining his drink at least or perhaps burning one of his hands? I leave it up to you, Ruxan Jones )

 

[Dom Nar]

Was this man thick in the head?
Dom had his hands up trying to de-escalate the fight when Ruxan Jones shot the pirate. His own hands nowhere near the heavy blaster that sat on his hip. “Are you daft?” Was all he could ask before the little Fox person sprung into action.
What fresh hell was this? Dom resigned to his quiet evening being ruined. He grabbed his helmet off his table and motioned for everyone to lower any weapons that had been drawn. “Can everyone just calm down?”

 

[Laphisto]

With a perk of his ear, he would give a grunt taking a step back as the blaster bolt flew through and struck the nikto. Watching the man fall over and curl up onto the ground, his hand would hastily grab the broken Vibrosword at his side, pulling it off his belt and holding it in his right hand, the Beskar metal gleaming in the club's colorful light. He came in for a drink to relax, yet now he was, caught in the crossfire of a fellow Mandalorian, some small fluffy mammal, and a human. And that wasn't counting anyone else in the bar that might want to retaliate against the sudden shooting.

Pushing himself into an offensive stance, he would take Form V, his lone ear pinning back on his head with a slight frown. He wasn't exactly sure what he was getting himself into, but he was sure a brawl was coming. When the Mando began trying to de-escalate things, a slight chuckle would roll from his lips " aye, I agree to let us all take a step back and relax" when the more petite female shot the bottle in the pirate's hand, he would frown with a shake of his head. Negotiations would be off the table most likely.

Thinking Quickly, he tapped the comlink on his wrist, speaking into the communicator," Owen, prepare the shuttle. I fear a quick escape may be in order. Best finish up on your purchases and recall the men." taking a deep breath his eyes scanned the bar while his ear perked up and flicked around taking in the sounds as he prepared himself for what is to come.

Ruxan Jones Dom Nar Zefgahld Qojex

 

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Valery Noble | Dom Nar | Zefgahld Qojex | Laphisto
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger




Center of attention. Something Ruxan always enjoys in his free time. Ruxan was happy, but then the most awful thing happened to him. The shot from Zefgahld Qojex hit his bottle of rum, thus heating the precious and most delicious liquid, known to Ruxankind. Because of the heat, Ruxans hand burned and as a reflex, he let his precious rum fall down to the ground. As the bar turned quiet, except Dom Nar who tried to calm the situation, the ear-ringing sound of a glass bottle that shattered was to be heard. And with that, that hissing of Ruxan out of pain. "queen just ruined my rum" he slowly hissed in anger to himself. There was no fun anymore in this. The scenery was seen by everyone in this bar, thus this act of immense violence couldn't be ignored.

So the reaction to this was very simple. The clinging of metal made its way through the bar, in form of swords that were drawn.

Ruxan didn't even react to the Mandalorian no more. Now his focus was the madame 'ruin my evening'. For the pirate, it was clear, who the culprit was. The Mandalorian and his partner in crime. With that, the pirates rushed towards them with drawn swords, though some of the pirates even fought themselves in the heat of battle, due to various reasons. A clear indicator was that the alcohol level was high, and some of them just fought for the sake of fighting.

Bodies fell to the ground, clashing swords, and a group of pirates stormed toward both of them. Though Laphisto was clearly not on either team, his shiny armor gave the vibe of Mandalorian, thus he was a target as well, seen through a pirate duo rushing towards him as well with drawn swords.

"You done fucked up m'lady. That will cost you some fingers!" Ruxan said towards Zefgahld in a very aggressive tone. Quickly he pulled up his clip-point vibrodagger and jumped her, trying to slash her throat or whatever he could hit. She was all his. Ruxan would even kill some of his mates if they were to focus on Zefgahld. Dom was in that case all by himself, against some of the pirates



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[Zefgahld Qojex]

Ruxan Jones Dom Nar Laphisto

The Amaran raised her blaster, a second blue-white stun charge flaring to life, only to narrowly miss the shoulder of the furious Near-Human that, still wincing in pain, was now dead-set on advancing on the vulpinoid, the faintest touch of the Dark Side's Hell (all beings are touched by one side or the other of the Force, even if not Force Sensitive themselves, after all...) blazing forth from his eyes above that disgusting set of rotting teeth he sported.

Around the small set of varied aliens, the laughing, raucous crowd had, by now, set itself in a frenzied orgy of self-destruction, a stunning effect of groupthink's terrifying capacity, in the Amaran's eyes, at least. Indeed, even as her steps shifted backwards along the cantina's southwestern wall, towards the exit, her pace quickened, to keep as far from the Near-Human as possible. Leveling her odd-colored blaster at the humanoid, a third shot echoed its cry amidst roaring laughter, several screams, roars and shouts of pain and defiance alike, and the moaning of two overly-friendly, half-dressed, necking and ridiculously fat, sunshine-yellow Zabraks, who were either very fond of one another or else straining to get out of their remaining clothes even as the battle raged around them... (Ha ha...)

The blue-white beam flared silver as it passed over the reflective dome of the Pale Jackass, sizzling the top of his head and blistering the flesh instantly and (most likely) painfully. Casting a concerned glance at the Armored Man, even as aliens and a bronze, shrieking, cursing TC-Series protocol droid with a serrated black sword (gotta love minor characters with unique identifying traits, right?) charged at Dom Nar , the Amaran silently regretted her failure to protect him, before turning her face back towards the still-vile, ever-pissy Near-Human. An eyeless, cybernetic-eyed, orange scaled and rather short Rodian screeched, his dark blue blood spattering the Near-Human's side and back as a laughing, blonde-furred Wookiee's vibroaxe descended and severed the hapless Rodian's blaster-arm at the shoulder with a rather fluid motion...

Continuing her steady exit backwards, the Amaran's gray, black-tipped tail flicked to and fro in an anger-laced, agitated and nervous manner. A resolute screech echoed forth from the brave and hopeful sight of the vulpinoid's companion astromech, his glinting pale, purple-trimmed form shifting to and fro, whirring saw-blades jutting from either side of his boxlike chassis, slashing effortlessly over the flabby buttock flesh of a exquisitely-clothed, albino Gamorrean who was making out with a bravely-unclothed, brown-furred Bothan woman even as one of his fat hands effortlessly handled a flechette rifle; its scattered buckshot rupturing the stomach of the still-laughing, seemingly-crazed blonde-furred Wookiee in an instant... Meanwhile, the droid's other blade severed the spindly leg of a roaring blue Flakax thug at the knee, his harsh roar of dismay and pain stifled as a rush of limbs and aliens shifted and continued the battle over top of his now-prone, fallen form, effectively drowning his cries for aid out...

Reassured of S19-C90's safety and his above-average determination, Zef watched as a hold-out blaster emerged out of his boxlike top above his photoreceptor to continue his escape...

The Amaran sighed, then gritted her faintly-yellow teeth and growled harshly and deeply even as the Near-Human honed his aggression all-the-more resolutely towards her, both both of them shifting away from the crash of bodies that now fought, screamed, cursed and died on the dancefloor in a bacchanalia of horror...

 

[Dom Nar]

Now Dom was pissed. He came to drink and read, and now it was a full brawl. The Mandalorian side stepped out of the way of a wolf swing he could feel a mile before it even came close to connecting. Dom Nar sighed as he put on his helmet. The bar had erupted into chaos, and Dom was going to make it his priority to quell the riot, and limit destruction to the bar. His eyes scanned the room, and he unleashed all twelve whistling birds from his right boot. Four targeting Ruxan Jones and the remaining eight making a bee line for the most violent acting pirates around the bar, in an attempt to stop the riot from getting out of control with a show of force. “Alright.” Dom called out as he unholstered his heavy blaster pistol. “If you want to fight, take it outside.” He gestured to the bar owner with his free hand. “Ralf, here works really hard to maintain this place, so please don’t ruin it.”

 

[Laphisto]

With a slight growl rolling from his throat, he would shake his head with a minor grumble, letting a small sigh push past his lips. he did not want to fight these men, but if they were so keen on facing a seven-foot monster, then who was he to stop them. as the two men came running towards him the "broken Vibrosword." suddenly ignited with a blue-hued blade as the Broadsaber turned on. Pulling the handle up top shoulder height, he waited for his targets to get within range. The Symbol of a lightsaber spoke a thousand silent words. Everyone in the Galaxy knew of the Jedi and the sith or, at the very least, had some concept of what they might be. To those more understanding, a Lightsaber Wielded by a Jedi was a Symbol of Peace and justice.

Almost as fast as the blade was ignited, the first swing came through the air vertically, cutting the Pirate from shoulder to hip. as he swung in one fluid motion, his right foot was brought in front of him, thrusting his blade forwards, he would burry it down to the hilt in the second pIrate's chest. With a firm thud. It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, the first man staggered forwards before his left half fell forwards, and the other slid down to the floor with a meaty thud. Pulling his blade to the right and cleaving it through the rest of the second pirate before twirling it over his head and letting it come to rest with the tip pointed to the ground, he pushed the now-dead man to the side, watching him hit the floor with an audible thud. The stench of burning flesh and cloth soon filled the bar. The light blue glow from the blade was matched by its low humming.

All hopes any bystanders had about the Dragon being a Jedi were quickly thrown out the window. After all, Jedi don't kill unless they half too, and even then, they are not nearly as gruesome as what the patrons had just witnessed. Flicking his gaze upwards, he would glance between the rest of the patrons, his eyes flicking to the Mandalorian and watching the whistling birds throw themselves around. With a raised brow, his eyes would dart over the astromech - though he couldn't see the droid, the sounds it made let him know where it was- listening to the carnage it left in its wake.

There went a quiet night of rest right out the window. Grumbling to himself, he would shake his head with a soft sigh groaning softly. Keeping his blade ignited, he would speak, trying to be heard throughout the bar, " come now, let us all go back to our drinks .no more lives need be wasted this fine day, no?"

Zefgahld Qojex Ruxan Jones Dom Nar

 

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Dom Nar | Zefgahld Qojex | Laphisto
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger




Ruxan was lucky enough to not get hit, by another stun shot from his opponent. While attacking though, the Mandalorian, seemed to interfere with the little death dance, Ruxan wanted to have in form of little rockets, that sounded like birds. Those things weren't unknown to Ruxan, Mandalorian pirates are a rare sight, yet not inexistent. So he knew wassup. Before the battle between him and Zefgahl could really start, Ruxan quickly pulled the table, making it fall to the side, thus two of the four whistling birds, that had his name written on them, flew right into the table. Ruxan was behind the table, but yet the danger wasn't gone. So he did a nasty move and quickly pulled one of his mates towards him. The pirate's reflexes were too bad to react, so the rest of the whistling birds knocked down, the insignificant pirate that fell down.

For Dom Nar :
Since Dom was so keen on trying to maintain the bar in good shape, nobody else cared about it. Maybe he noticed it, but behind him was a big hairy hand that crawled itself up to his kneck. A big and strong Wookie stood right behind him and tried to hold onto his neck to choke him and lift him up. A big roar came out of the furred menace, with an eyepatch on his right eye, and a bowcaster, as well as two Ryyk blades, decorated his back.

For Zefgahld Qojex
Because Ruxan had to evade Dom's attack, Zefgahlds attack was also a miss. When the whistling bird attack was done, and his mate before his feet, Ruxan stepped over his dead comrade, again targeting Zefgahld. He didn't want to use his blaster so again he tried again to rush toward her, this time he tried to kick her in the face, followed by a slash with his weapon. They made their way away from Dom as they fought.

For Laphisto :
Because it looked too easy for him, a few pirates started shooting at him as a result. So Laphisto was now under blaster fire. At the same time, from the side and behind him, were also pirates that tried to jump the big guy with their melee weapons. This time the culprits consisted of Gamoreans with their axe and one even with a vibrospeer that he tried to thrust into Laphisto's lower half of his body, a place where no armor covered the flesh of this man.

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[Zefgahld Qojex]

Ruxan Jones Dom Nar Laphisto

The demure vulpinoid woman snarled forth a challenge even as the Near-Human who was keen on using her to mop the floor (ha ha...) charged forward with even more bloodlust then she had anticipated, the violently-blistered flesh atop his dome of a head glinting a harsh red in the eerie lighting that blazed and danced all around the cacophonous display of wanton violence, a few severed limbs, rage-filled aliens and a smoking droid or two...

Zef was thankful and relieved that, out of the corner of her eye, the sight of S19-C90's flailing, screeching and shifting form danced with odd grace and just enough luck to skirt at the very edges of the crowd of massed limbs, screeching blasters and the clash and distinct metallic pounding of melee weapons both powered and traditional. The droid produced a harsh, whistling BEEEEEEEEPing noise that startled several nearby Akarrians, their various shades of furred hands raising to cover their elflike, pointed ears as they each yelped and squalled, their matching battle armor clacking plastoid plates against one another as the fell together, locked in agony as the droid treaded with determination past them.

The Amaran flashed her faintly-yellow teeth, pointed and threatening, snarling at her attacker even as she kept backpedaling to the best of her ability, her gray tail flaring out in time with her growing rage. Now having broken from the crowd's fighting, the S19 astromech booped, as if trying to reassure his companion, setting his sights on her attacker and increasing his tread's speed...

Sighting a particularly-dishonorable Gamorrean raising an oddly-intricate and chipped black vibroaxe upwards just behind the reptile's Laphisto tail, the Amaran swiftly determined that her assailant could be dealt with a single shot. A flick of her thumb switched the setting on her DeathHammer, and the ghost-white, black pearl-laced metal glinted in the nightclub's light as a scarlet bolt pierced the surrounding darkness in an instant, burning a hole just to one side of the insolent Gamorrean's spine and setting the surrounding edges of the newly-formed hole in his clothing ablaze. With a screech of confusion and pain, the porcine alien toppled forward, his body falling atop the reptilian's tail and his vibroaxe clanging uselessly to the floor behind the two combatants and several other confused or laughing Gamorreans... One of the sadistic bastards, a fat gray-fleshed blob glistening with sweat, drove a curved black vibrodagger into his fallen, squealing companion's chest with a snarl of disapproval; even as the latter had raised himself into a sitting position and attempted to get back up into the fight...

Turning back to face her current attacker even as she felt her back slam up against the corner of the bar, Zefgahld cursed loudly, a stray lock of her short red hair falling down to obscure one ice-blue eye. A second sizzling blaster bolt, accompanied by a whiff of ozone, tanged into and tickled over the nostrils of the humanoid and the Amaran alike, burning a hole in the Near-Human's red shirt, burning, oddly enough, directly into his naval...

Lining up a second shot, the Amaran's blaster screeched once more, a second shot burning into the fabric (by accident, humorously) above the Pale One's crotch, smoke rising between the two even as the vulpinoid had no place to go, and her opponent rapidly closed the gap, now practically on top of her, the Amaran's droid still screeching defiantly as he whirred and treaded along behind the two with all of his speed, twin saw blades whirring as they shifted to the front of his boxlike chassis, whirring at top speed directly in front of him...

 

[Dom Nar]

Dom sighed as he felt a furred hand around his neck. It has more tedious than threatening. Taking careful measured breaths as he was lifted off the ground. He unclamped his heavy blaster pistol and fired it straight down into the foot of the Wookie that had lifted him up. The sharp unexpected pain in the creature’s foot caused it to release its grip on Dom. The Mandalorian calmly and casually raised the blaster up and rested it facing backwards on his should. Firing the blaster through the Wookiee’s good eye. This was all just becoming too much of a hassle.

 

[Laphisto]

With a soft perk of his ear, he heard the blasters in the bar raise causing him to frown and switch his forms fromDjem So to Shien, deflecting the blaster bolts as they began firing on him. Frowning, he would hear the glamorous approach from his rear. Causing him to tilt his head to one side, hearing their sluggish attempts to approach him, he was truly caught in a rock and a hard place between the oncoming fire and the melee-wielding gamorions. With a slight growl, he would move to grab a nearby table pulling it in front of him to block the oncoming blaster bolts taking a fee to the chest, which only seemed to glide off the beskar harmlessly. Throwing the tables forward, he would snarl, moving to try and intercept two attackers behind him moving to try and get between them between himself and the blaster-wielding enemies. Though as he moved to do so, he found his tail suddenly under one of the gamoreons causing him to fall to his knees.

With a slight growl, his attention would look to the last approaching creature snarling as he grabbed his dead comrade with the force, lifting them and flinging their lifeless body towards the group of blaster-firing pirates haven taken notice they had begun to lift back to their feet. Reaching outwards with the force he would try and make quick work of the creature grasping the gamoreon with Force Crush. Aiming to crush the man's body from the outside in, bones beginning to snap, the loud audible sound of the squealing piercing through the bar's ambiance. it wasn't long till they eventually found himself with a lifeless corps, only to fling it into the crown once again.

He hadn't seen who had helped him, but he was thankful for the assistance either way. With a minor grumble, his ear would pen back on his head, grasping at another table and holding it at the ready, preparing it and flinging it towards the first blaster Fired at him.

Zefgahld Qojex Dom Nar Ruxan Jones

 

[Ruxan Jones]

Courkrus

Tags: Dom Nar | Zefgahld Qojex | Laphisto
Planet: Courkrus
Location: Bar in main city Vlarnya
Ambience: Bar ambience
Clothes: Link
Gear: bluebolt blaster | clippoint vibrodagger




For Dom Nar :
The Wookie let out a big and fear-inducing scream of pain when his foot got shot. As a reflex, he let go of the Mandalorian, but also punched him with the brute force of a Wookie into his face or helmet, which should knock Dom to the side, due to the sheer force. The Wookie quickly pulled out one of his Ryyk blades and charged against the Mandalorian trying to kill him with it slashing a few times in his direction.

For Laphisto
Screams were all heard through the bar. "He's a Jedi!" , "No he's a sith!". Pirates noticed the force used by this fella and therefore fear crept up to the bones of the pirates. A criminal's worst nightmare. A force-sensitive being. "Shoot him down!" was the order, given by the others. So the fire continued, though the number of pirates had already decreased heavily. Some pirates even ran away because whether Jedi or sith, this was too much for them. They knew they wouldn't stand a chance.

For Zefgahld Qojex
As Ruxan charged for his opponent, shots were fired. Only one shot didn't miss and that was the one aimed toward his crown jewels. Ruxan fell down while running and screamed out of pain. His precious jewels were shot down. The most un-gentlemen act and also considered unsporty and absolutely not honorable act was done. The adrenaline in his body that kicked in moments ago, made the pain less, yet it was present. Fueled solely by rage and pain, like a sith in some weird way, Ruxan got up and charged yet again this time he pulled out his blaster and tried to silence the droid next to Zefgahld. And then when he was close enough, he tried to kick her weapon out of her hand, and grab her hand with his free hand.



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