Faction (Black Sun, Sith Order) Primeday Night Firefight

[Haro Aven]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE: Vestra Tane | Xeykard | Koda Fett | Arris Windrun ​

SITH ORDER: Lysander von Ascania | Naamino Zuukamano | Leshanna Dromar | Varin Mortifer | Soah Ty’Jyn | Avarice | Mercy ​

Just as Haro was about to resort to using his blaster, the Baselisk pulled up short. Distracted first by Lysander's taunt, the big man was prepared for the attack even as he tensed against the potent electrical pulse that lanced through him. Much to Haro's dismay, it wasn't enough to knock the bouncer out. He heard the Baselisk's fist connect with Lysander's face, then the baton clatter to the floor.
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"Chit," Haro hissed through clenched teeth.

Enraged at being electrocuted, the bouncer turned his back on Haro to either go for his weapon or finish off the blonde or both. Before he could do either, Haro leaped onto his back, long limbs wrapping tightly about the big man's body in an effort to secure a headlock. The Baselisk tried to tear the boy off him or hit him hard enough to knock him loose but couldn't get a good angle. Even so, those huge fists hurt like all hells, but the lanky boy hunkered down and clung tightly, cinching his arms tighter in an effort to restrict blood flow.

"Hit him! Hit him agOOF--" Haro's words where cut short as the bouncer backed up and crushed him between himself and the durasteel wall of the corridor. All the air rushed from Haro's lungs and his grip loosened. Luckily his armor prevented his ribs from cracking beneath the pressure, but his vision still swam with stars. The struggle left the Baselisk wide open momentarily as he too recovered from the brief but effective chokehold.​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Haro Aven Leshanna Dromar Soah Ty’Jyn Varin Mortifer Naamino Zuukamano Mercy Vestra Tane Xeykard

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The Besalisk’s blow struck like a meteor. Any light that entered the tunnel smeared into streaks, and shadows clouded his vision.

Lysander’s shoulder clipped the wall, his eye already swelling shut, vision narrowing to a tight slit. Each twitch of his brow sent a fresh ache through the socket, sharp as a pinched nerve.

“Feth me..” The words slipped out through gritted teeth.

Through the blur, his sights landed on Haro. The Captain was wrapped around the bouncer’s upper body like a nexu, locked in a chokehold. Then the brute slammed him back into the wall. Lysander’s breath wrenched in his chest. Not just from the impact, but from the pain on Haro’s face.

That hit something deeper.

His faint touch brushed against the lightsaber, then stopped. Even if it felt like he was still present in another dimension, he knew better. There were too many limbs entangled.

Instead, his hand found the vibro-shiv tucked away on the utility belt. He remembered grabbing it from his locker on the ship along with the glitterstim, though he figured it would've served more as a talisman rather than a weapon. Maybe it was even a strange tether to something familiar as he stepped into this foreign world.

A second later, that small blade was humming in his grip as he closed the distance with quick strides. His fingers curled around it tightly as he avoided the bouncer’s wild swings. “Cover his mouth or something!” he called with that effortless banter that came naturally to him.. except this time, it wasn’t funny. Not when one roar was enough to bring every gorram bouncer in the venue down on them.

Whether still in his bard phase or his mind was simply filled with favorite lines of holodramas while high, he wasn’t sure. But somehow it prompted the romantic iambic prose as he went to work. Rapid and precise bursts targeted flank as if it were a pincushion.

“Strike true, lest all the stadium descend on us! The stars and moons bear witness to thy waning strength!”

The brute jerked with every single hit. Crimson droplets flecked Lysander’s cheeks and tunic, streaked the wall, and splattered all across the floor.

His outfit was wrecked, and that pissed him off even more. Not ideal when he planned to blow credits on a Twi'lek with hips that could crash hyperspace lanes. He only had one chance before departure.

And through the motions, at one point, he glanced up with his one good eye to Haro clinging like his life depended on it.