A Warden's Call to Action

[Lavigny Fynch]

Lavigny's journey since the unfortunate events on Centares led here.

New Holstice. Like its name suggests, New Holstice was a beautiful garden world that once served as a major medical center for the former Republic. It also contained a monument to fallen Jedi, and was home to the angelic memory moths.

Now it's just one more planet hop for Lavigny as she put as much distance between herself and her pursuers as possible. The light freighter she had secluded itself on the outskirts of a small town. Just a handful of credits in her pocket, the spacer needed to purchase a few items whilst her new friends repaired their ship.

Lavigny's first stop? The cantina. Lacking even the most basic amenities it could quite literally be described as a hole in the wall. A single serving droid sat behind the claustrophobic bar, pouring from a selection of three drinks stored in large canisters hoisted on the back wall.

Droplets splattered across the floor and table as the automaton overfilled mismatched cups. Most looked as if they haven't been washed ever, but were instead passed around like the town's only prostitute.

She stuck herself on a stool between a rather large trandoshan and a heavily armored woman. It would be impossible for them not to notice as theirs shoulders as squeezed together before she finally popped into place. The trandoshan hissed, bearing its sharp bacteria-laden teeth. Two large pistols rested in their holsters on either side of her legs. She happily patted the one facing his way and the lizard soon returned to drinking instead.

"I'll have whatever's cheap and dangerous." She asked the droid.

It acted upon her request like a drone. One cup placed in front of her and a nozzle-like appendage spanned outward, pouring into it. Lavigny picked up the stained glass and inspected the black liquid with a cautious sniff. She shuddered at the smell of roadkill, then gave it a regrettable sip anyway.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

Were she to be asked how long she'd been sitting in this glorified hole that barely served as a bar, all she could give the querier was a languid shrug. Like a bored child whose toys were taken, she'd been staring at the stains on the counter and mulling over her thoughts, the occasional mutter escaping her lips. She was here for one simple thing: to keep her mind occupied with cheap booze and conversation after she'd been laid off from her job. A good, fulfilling job at that, the firing of which had weighed more heavily on her heart than she could've anticipated. Unfortunately, the sludge she was presented by the rusty, addle-circuited droid barely passed as a liquid, let alone booze, and the trandoshan made for a miserable conversational partner.

Her ears perked up as she heard the footsteps behind her, and the young woman that they heralded. Finally, she thought to herself, a friendly face. Friendly enough, anyway. She sat straight, her armour groaning from the movement, and waited for the young woman to settle in. The trandoshan's hissing almost leaped her heart into the skies, muscles who yearned for battle tensing, but they would disappointingly relax not a moment later. She was in such a miserable state she'd take any reason to beat the thing's face bloody. She quietly cursed at herself for letting her mind slip into such a low state of morality.

She presented her most amiable smile (which was perhaps a little too amiable to be given to a stranger). "I think you might've just ordered the local specialty they call dumpster waste. It is, I'm afraid, not a nickname for some obscure moonshine." She indicated an armoured digit towards her own glass, which she had, evidently, not deigned with more than one sip. The fact it was also parked several feet away from her eluded to another rancid aspect of the drink. "You're better off pooling your sweat into a bowl and drinking that instead."

She shifted her weight on the stool, and leaned on her arm to watch Lavigny from her tall stature, perhaps to coax the other woman into a longer conversation, but most definitely to show off her black armour. It seemed to stand out amidst the janky bar, far outclassing the establishment, which was also the reason she was sill wearing it and hadn't left it somewhere to be stolen away. At least, that was the reason she convinced herself with.

"The name's Alex. Alex Fyrga."

(I forgot how to do mentions << So here's a shot at it. [member="Lavigny Fynch"] )

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

The newly discovered conversationalist was unexpected.

It wasn't first time in recent days that she encountered a more than friendly--and talkative at that--person taking an interest in her existence. Now Lavigny was starting to wonder if, perhaps, she was somehow likable. Being the black sheep of her family, it was a pleasant surprise. Sure, she knew her family were the ones to blame in this case, but didn't people take after their parents even if only to ultimately rebel against them?

As Alex continued to talk, and Lavigny did allow her to do so, she picked up the cup again and finished the rest of the contents. Right at the point she just finished introducing herself.

Lavigny wiped away the bit of dribble down her chin with one cybernetic arm.

"You can call me Lavigny," she replied. "And I've had worse drinks. It's not the taste I come for so much as the break."

Sitting at this cesspool offered Lavigny a much needed reprieve from the mundane chores and drone work she was stuck with. Sure, she wasn't an engineer but that didn't mean she couldn't have helped around the ship. Nevertheless, she refrained from offering up her complaints to all too happy ear sitting right next to her.

"So what's with the armor. Are you like... an actor or something?" She quirked a brow her way.

At this point the trandoshan stood up and moved off. Allowing Lavigny the chance to slide a bit away from Alex.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

"My armour?", Alex's eyes glinted with excitement at the question, only for her lips to slump at the 'actor' insinuation. She looked at herself, trying to guess why the young woman might think her as such. Her armour did look a little ancient; it was specifically stylized to be, but behind the facade was the latest tech nonetheless. Well... the latest tech when she was a decade younger, anyway.

She gave the armour a satisfying bonk with a gauntleted fist; it felt good doing that from time to time, even if it made her look like an ape. "This is real armour, hah! Specifically tailored for me, in fact... My proportions are a little unusual for standard models. It's served me well for near ten years now, save the few hiccups here and there. Hm, indeed, without it I wouldn't be here." The last words rolled from her mouth, as she'd said them many times before. Only, in all those times she'd been at a gratifying job that earned a good salary, instead of being in a poor, half-trodden bar in the ass of a city. The realization made her mood sour again. She turned around and slumped over the counter, futily reaching for the drink she'd shoved too far away. She muttered, mostly to herself "I mean...- Pfah. If only its wielder was as reliable."

She stared sullenly at her forlorn drink, humbling thoughts running through her mind, before she reminded herself of Lavigny's presence. "I am- was... a guard. Of a sort. But what about you? You seem... out of place here as well. There's better bars for you to drink from, I should think."

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

"Did you not hear me mention 'cheap' to the droid?" Was her response to Alex's most previous statement.

Lavigny's cybernetics were often mistook for armor, but a far cry from what this woman was wearing. Armor of such wasn't a rare breed, per se, but usually reserved for soldiers and high-end mercenaries.

"As for who I am..." She couldn't help but pause. Not to think about what she had to say, though it could be understood as such, but to recollect the still recent wounds of a far from distant past. "I'm just a woman in search of another drink." Her answer came to a close more swiftly than it should've. An anticlimactic end to what ought to have been a deeper answer.

There wasn't a lie in there, should Alex be accustomed to detecting them. If anything her empty cup was a unanimous jury on the record. "Though if you know of better drinking holes and have the credits to spare, be my guest. I'll tell you more if you'd like once we're there."

The spacer hadn't forgotten why she came here, but she also assumed it would be a day or two before the repairs were finished. They weren't going anywhere without her, whether or not they liked it.

Anything to escape the dreariness, she thought.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

Perhaps she had overestimated not only the reputation of the young woman, but also her wealth. That, or Fynch simply had a pinch for avarice, though — naive as she could sometimes be to the nature of the universe's denizens — she had merely assumed the former. She was, then, all the more eager to show her the better parts of the city, the ones she'd often patrolled in recent months. For a brief moment she seemed to struggle agreeing with it, as she'd been avoiding it for the better part of the week since she was laid off, but demons were there to be faced. And what better way to face them than with someone to talk with.

"Gladly... Hah, I know a few places that offer finer drinks than this sludge. I don't know all of them — in fact, not many at all — but they can't be worse than this place, eh?" She stood up, her armour creaking as she reached for her blaster-staff. The foul drink she'd bought was given a sideways glance, and exactly two seconds worth of consideration, before she decided it wasn't worth its money. Then, she strode out of the establishment, seeming all too eager to leave it after the hour she'd spent in it, so much so that she forgot to consider if Lavigny had even followed. Only until she was outside and gave the area a quick scan (a habit gotten from her line of work) did she turn her head around to glance at the young woman, cursing herself for letting her mind wander like that.

She had, if briefly, worked for a local, wealthy merchant who had stationed himself on New Holstice. First the merchant had promised to only stay on the planet for a day, but that had quickly grown into a week, and then several of those. So much so that Alexis had grown impatient and giddy for actual work. Apparently, the things she had then done in the streets of New Holstice had not laid well with her employer's desires for her, to the point where a formal dismissal was had. The prospect of potentially running into him again and having to face what she deemed a humiliating experience was not high on her list of priorities. But... she was also eager to get back to work, officially or otherwise, and that meant patrolling the streets and/or finding a way off of this planet. A conflict of emotions glinted at her eyes, though her mouth was pressed into a thin smile, if a little forced. She waited to lead Lavigny along, eager to occupy her mind with conversation; she had many questions still.

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

Lavigny didn't make it a habit of hers to go on a wild womp rat chase, but still anything else was pretty much an upgrade from before.

Despite being in less shape than Alex, Lavigny didn't sweat the hike. She actually was quite spry on her two metal feet. Her cybernetics did a wonder to her endurance, a fact she appreciated very little. Unfortunately that meant that although she looked the part, she lacked most basic skills that involved her athleticism.

She wasn't a great jumper--though her legs could bring her high--nor was she a great runner, even though she had more power in her steps.

Sure she was faster, stronger, and in superior condition. She was a far cry from her true potential as a result.

Lavigny rubbed the back of her neck now that they had a lapse in movement. They stood just inside their new surroundings. More people, more places, and more attention to boot.

"So..." she began to speak again. A fact she hoped she wouldn't regret. "I'm guessing you must be a local then?" Small talk wasn't her forte, but it wasn't small talk she was after. The spacer saw a temporary use in her newfound friend.

Not only might she get a better drink, she could potentially finish all of her chores without much effort on her part.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

Fortunately for Lavigny, Alexis could rattle on for years if left uninterrupted, and she did exactly that as she wove her way through the busy streets. The fact she was fully armoured and had a rather large stature allowed her to pass through the streets easy enough, as people naturally tried to avoid her.

"I'm not a local, no, hah! I've only been here a few months, running lazy errands for my late employer. That is until I beat some thugs bloody." She rolled her shoulders, trying not to remember her slip of ethics. The boundaries of the word 'bloody' were really being pushed to its limits with her description of the thugs. It was a good thing this was a hospital planet. "Buuut... let's not get into too much details about that, huh. Right now I'm stranded in this place; no ship, no work, and only my armour and weapons to my name. Pah! At least he had the courtesy of giving me some leave pay. I suppose it shouldn't be difficult to find some work around here, maybe on another planet... Everyone needs muscles." She muttered on much longer about her employer and all his shortcomings, mostly talking to herself and without much context; incessant rattling, as it were. It wasn't until they had arrived at the better part of the town, where she'd patrolled (not to her employer's wishes) the streets regularly, that she finally changed topics.

A few of the people who walked the streets likely remembered her, for it was hard to forget a walking suit of armour like her. Along the way, she pointed out several places she had wanted to visit in the past weeks, ranging from small shops to bigger establishments. "Plenty to see and eat here, hah! Not a bad planet to be stranded on, I should think." She looked over to Lavigny, finally being made keenly aware that she had, possibly, talked a little too much. "Sorry, hah... you should tell me some about yourself, while we find another cantina."

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

Lavigny just followed along at this point.

Already her eyes began to wonder between faces and places as they walked through the streets.

How far is this cantina? She thought to herself. Every now and then her attention returned to catch bits and pieces of what Alex had been saying. For the most part she totally ignored the thing about the thugs. The spacer perked however upon hearing the mercenary's predicament.

"Well... Tell you what. You get me something to drink and help me with a few of my errands, and not only will I tell you all about me but I'll let you hitch ride with us off world. I'm sure our next stop will be more welcoming to your line of work." She bargained. Lavigny did nothing to hide the grin that now held firmly upon her face.

"There really isn't much to say, though." She began, "I spent some time traveling the outer rim. Served on about every make and model of freighter you can name at some point. Worked in a shipyard before that." All of it true, albeit missing some critical life details.

Such as how she happened upon her cybernetics to begin with. Though most people knew not to ask about such things. You don't ask a blind person what happened to their vision.

Eventually they stumbled upon a cantina. This one was much more presentable, and spacious at that. Inside it wasn't terribly crowded either. Most people were out working, leaving the wide open bar for the two of them to enjoy. Lavigny made a beeline for the nearest server. This one was a Zabrak male.

"What can I do you for, stranger?" He asked with a toothy smile.

Lavigny knew immediately what she had a taste for. "Jawa juice!" Which was not made from Jawas, fortunately for them.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

"Errands?", the prospect of working again already interested her, but only if said work would be... well, her kind of work. "Hah! Well, depending on those errands, I think I'll take you up on that deal." With a big grin creasing her lips, she turned towards the Zabrak. "I'll take whatever beer you want to serve me. I'm paying for both"

"Tell me about these errands, Lavigny," she begun, eyeing the drinks the Zabrak served, before giving hers a long sip. "If I were to wager a guess, I'd say they have something to do with ship? Hah! Why... you almost sound like a spacer, you. From freighter to freighter, ship to ship... and the outer rim, too. I had ideas of travelling there some years ago, but work has had me chained closer to the Core. A pity, that... You know, you dream of adventure, but when the opportunities arise there's always been something holding me back. Maybe now's not a bad time, actually... Don't have a job anyway." The last bits were more so muttered to herself. She looked over at Lavigny, to listen to what these errands were about.

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

Lavigny was enjoying her jawa juice, paid for with someone else's credits, as Alex began to chat away.

She was already halfway through the drink once Alex finished, and let out a sigh before she replied.

"Well, you're spot on!" She said with some enthusiasm. "Spacer might as well be my middle name. There's nothing better than the freedom of travel. Knowing there's worlds and distant stars waiting for you to visit... and the outer rim has enough action to keep you busy." Lavigny recalled a few of his misadventures from before, including the one that landed her in prison.

"As for errands, you're right again. I need to pick up a tool and a few power cells." She nodded, then drank.

"You won't regret helping me! Besides, you wanted to get off this rock, yeah?"

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

"I do", she replied, her enthusiasm hard to mask. It took her a lot to contain her grin, but she managed. After a while... "We'll run these errands immediately, then! Hah, it can't be difficult to pick up some tools and cells, can it be? Or...- Wait, why do you need my help for such a trivial task?" All too many times had she been dragged into tasks and errands that she'd later regretted, where her boundaries of justice were pushed to the limits, and beyond. Her eagerness was her worst weakness, and even now she could feel her enthusiasm beginning to trump the suspicion.

But, Lavigny did say Alex wouldn't regret it.

And Lavigny seems the trustworthy kind.

Right?

Right.

"Ah, it doesn't matter... if you need something, we'll get it," a firm nod, before she downed half of her drink, the sting down her throat a reminder that she couldn't hold her liquor quite as well as she used to. "Right, I guess it can wait a bit, hah."

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

Drink after, drink... after drink.

Some time had passed whilst the two of them procrastinated from the task at hand.

Eventually they would have to continue on, and that came sooner rather than later. A somewhat intoxicated Lavigny stood up, planting both feet firmly into the cantina floor.

She would've been far drunker, but thankfully the cybernetics in her liver did a much better job filtering the alcohol. The same probably couldn't be said about Alex.

As the spacer moved to make her exit, she bumped into a familiar sight. The trandoshan from earlier. If she didn't recognize him by appearance, she certainly recognized the loud hiss that escaped his serrated teeth. Behind him stood another person. A large near-human man whose face was riddled with scars and body covered in armor that gave Alex's own a run for its credits.

"Ah... ha ha. 'Scuse me, pal," she patted the lizard's chest.

He responded by closing the gap. If it weren't for her enhanced reflexes, she would've tumbled over but instead maneuvered backwards like a startled cat. "Whoa!" She let out.

The rest of the cantina went momentarily silent at the commotion, but otherwise pretended nothing was happening. Although they were on New Holstice, it was no longer as secure as it once was since the fall of the Republic. With no military to speak of an already short-staffed guard force, it was survival of the fittest outside the main cities.

Lavigny rubbed the back of her neck as the near-human stepped forward, now stood side by side with his companion.

He crossed his arms. "My friend here has a problem with you and I'm here to help... resolve... this little dispute." He used his hand to wipe some snot dripping from his nose.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

Alexis had the virtue of not only being a tall, but also a broad woman. That, on its own, meant she could hold her liquor better than most other women could. Still... it had only been a week since she'd started drinking again; drinking while working was completely out of the question, and in her mind her work had never been over, day or night. That is, until she was fired, of course. Now she walked with as much confidence as she could muster, while her vision swam and tiredness threatened her reflexes.

She was still picking up her blaster-staff and refitting her gauntlets when she heard the commotion at the end of the bar, where Lavigny had sped towards. The trandoshan, she recalled, but paid it no more attention as she finished strapping in. Only when she sought to follow Lavigny again, she still found the woman standing inside the cantina, barred by not only the horrible conversational partner, but one of his friends as well. Being a friend of such a horrible person couldn't make you a very acquaintable person, either. She stepped up, and tried to look as confident as she could, despite her lids hanging halfway across her eyes.

"Don't tell me these are the people who have your things, Lavigny," she asked, not having heard the subtle threat. "If not, hah, we've errands to run, gents! No time for pleasantries."

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

The near-human snorted in retort at Alex.

"You're not worth the time or credits, wench." He snickered at his own insult.

The trandoshan didn't seem to be a fan of comedy, either that or he didn't find the joke funny. He remained stoic in his expression. Then finally spoke as well.

"I'm going to sssssssnap you half. Go ahead, wave your little blasterssss around." It threatened.

Lavigny looked low. Left. Right. Little? She wondered. The joke had gone over her head. No, her heavy blasters were still there; not even a blind ugnaught would miss them.

Just as she looked back up, the lizard's claws lashed out at her like a rake. Instinctively, she reached up and snatched it last minute. Staring in self-amazement at her catch. Of course, her reflexes were two for two but wouldn't go three in a row. As she grinned at her feat, his second hand balled in a fist decked her in the face. An audible clunk as her head jolted back, arm still in hand as if her life depended on it.

Her face took a scratch but there was less blood than expected. The rest looked like scratched paint as pigment gave way to metal. Reflexes aside, her luck remained, as it so happened he mostly hit the part of her face that wasn't real.

All while this had occurred, the near-human drew his blaster carbine and was ready to fire at Alex.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

"Huh? Hey now!", was all she could blurt out as her slowed senses tried to put two and two together. A whirl of thoughts entered her mind — past techniques taught to her by a variety of instructors and drill-sergeants, yet only one of those teachings prevailed:

Never invest more than 10% of your savings; that's too high a risk.

Well that was a useless thought.

It was a good thing Alexis had learned to rely on her instinct and impulse more than anything; it had gotten her through a decade of battles, skirmishes, and worse debacles, and she'd bet her armour it would save her now, too. And so, instinctively, she did what she did best; protect. Her hand balled, several electronics inside her gauntlet triggering as her digits hit the correct sensors, a plasma shield far larger than could be useful in a cantina buzzing into existence. She bashed the shield forward, hoping to quickly put the fight outside. The sudden, fierce sting she felt near her side was gone as quick as she'd felt it; there was no time for pain. Not yet.

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

The lizard balled his unclaimed fist once more to attempt another blow.

However, this time Lavigny was ready to retaliate. She brought back her left arm at the elbow and launched her counterattack.

Metal? Meet face.

The powerful strike smacked loudly against his scaly snout, knocking out a single serrated tooth in the process that flew quite a ways from their skirmish. The trandoshan let out a pained growl as he stumbled back in shock. Lavigny wasn't in the best shape of her life, and wasn't particularly trained in any martial arts either.

Yet the sheer strength of her cybernetics gave her the necessary advantage she needed to spar. Even if anyone smarter than this lot probably could've had the upper hand by now.

Speaking of hand... Without realizing it until now, Lavigny still had the other arm clasped in her grip. She grinned arrogantly as she yanked her opponent back towards her knee into his stomach. Although proving less effective than her first blow, it did divulge an unpleasant grunt from her opponent who finally removed himself from her grasp.

He took several steps back, enough to put considerable distance between the two of them as he reached for the blaster at his side. This would be the moment Lavigny shined, she thought to herself, the image of his demise already playing out rapidly in her mind.

Before he could even fully clutch the grip she had already drawn her right pistol. The heavy blaster big enough to put a gaping hole in his chest. Just as she thought it would, a far too anticlimactic click came instead. Her eyes widened in shock as they angled down towards the weapon in a betrayed Why!? Instead of an answer she heard a blast--from the weapon staring her down.

It felt cold, then it burned incredibly hot as her exposed blood boiled then crusted over the wound. Lavigny shrieked at the sensation. To anyone it might've sounded like a fatal blow, but in reality it was a grazed shot that skimmed across her waist. A soldier might've reacted the same initially, but they were trained and disciplined to fight on. A notion Lavigny was unready for.

She dove out of the way instinctively, finding herself hidden behind a turned table that became shelter for a cowering alien.

Meanwhile Alex and her opponent were more composed in their duel. Each a veteran in their own way, with more experience between the two of them to equal that of an elite commando. Surely their fight would be the true spectacle, but much to the shock of the crowd the criminal instead turned and fled from the cantina whilst Alex was (hopefully) distracted by the initial attack and her subsequent defensive move.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

Her feet spread, her shoulders lowered themselves, as she hunkered behind her shield, blaster-staff ready to jab, shoot, and parry at a moment's notice. This was what she was good at; fighting from a defensive position, whittling down her foes until they made a single mistake, where her strength and expertise would come, and she was waiting for exactly that opportunity. But she waited too long, and by the time she realized her assailant had ran off instead of stumbling about, it was already too late to follow him.

She snapped towards the trandoshan as she heard a blaster shot, taking no time to hesitate as she moved towards him, favoring to drop her defenses to ensure the trandoshan was out of the picture. And now there would be no mercy; justice where justice should be. To fire a gun in a bar, at a defenseless woman at that (obviously she'd have to forget a few details in order for that part to be correct), getting a bar riled up for... a petty disagreement. That wouldn't stand. And soon, neither would he.

She directed, first, her blaster-staff towards the man's legs, a powerful blow to make him crumble down unto his knees, only to then follow up with with an armoured boot against his side to topple him over. All of this would be followed up with a downwards stab to crush the man's arm, to finally dismantle him of his weapon. It all went remarkably fast despite her comparatively slow movement, but the fact every time she hit it counted for a bear's worth of strength, being slow was irrelevant.

"Are you alright, Lavigny?", she asked, her gaze kept on the trandoshan for fear he might grab for his weapon again. "I think our friend here is out, hah! Ooph- And now I'm noticing the shot in my ribs... that's going to be a bruise."

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]

 

[Lavigny Fynch]

Lavigny continued to groan in pain. Puffing out air between her gritted teeth.

The adrenaline had kicked in, subsiding the unbearableness of it all. She managed to throw out a few words.

"Gah!" Well, not really a word. "Fething hell..." She muttered between breaths. Slowly, but surely she began to pick herself up, leaning most of her weight against the table that she now leaned over like a sleeping dog on the arm of the couch.

Her eyes looked up over to Alex, who was standing tall and mighty despite her own injuries. The trandoshan was more-or-less incapacitated from that last punch. He'd be lucky to get away with just a concussion, but Lavigny's one good blow was probably more than enough to leave a few broken pieces as well.

[member="Alexis Fyrga"]

 

[Alexis Fyrga]

"Come over here, Lavigny. Wounds can wait, but a foe won't!", she said triumphantly, though still groaned in pain as she bent down to dismantle the trandoshan of his weaponry before seating him upright. Adrenaline was still flowing through her body, but the fight was over and the reality that she was shot had become clear to her. True to her words, though, she set aside that pain for now.

"What to do with you...", she muttered, mostly to herself, as she looked over the beaten trandoshan. "Justice demands I execute you here and now for threatening these lives, but it's not me you shot." Her eyes wandered over to Lavigny, taking but a second to assess her wounds. She deemed, quickly, that she was capable of making a judgement. "What do you say, Lavigny?"

Alexis' shield buzzed again as it disappeared, yet her blaster-staff was still poised and ready for action, and so was she. The self-pronounced judicator visibly strained to not grin after the battle, or to let herself go loose on this petty criminal. Vigilantism was in her blood, but this was not the outer rim, nor some backwater alley. It was only when she considered those two things that she realized an execution in the middle of a bar would not only net the people here a fair few traumas, but it would likely net her some time in prison (or worse) as well. She could afford neither, however difficult it was to admit that.

[member="Lavigny Fynch"]