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Buffed Boots and Roughed Roots

EmKay

Well-Known Member
AGAMAR
SOME DINGY CANTINA

The shot knocked against the back of Rilus' throat and cascaded into his belly, where the liquid transcended its existence and morphed into liquid courage. The young human turned in his seat and made his way through the throng of Cantina-goers to where a quiet scene was being made. Usual drunkard shenanigans, some guy was trying to frisk a quite unwilling barmaid. Unusually, though, the frisky fellow's hand ended up on her throat and he had that look in his eye. Now, Rilus Mercer Sieron may have been some upstanding corporate executive when he was clocked in, but most of the time? Well, most of the time he might have been frisking that girl himself -- but he usually stopped when it was made clear there was no interest. This guy, he escalated a bit too far for Sieron's taste.

"Oi, you there!" the young man shouted, "I do believe the lady said to leave her be."

He pushed his way out of the outline of the crowd and stood beside the woman, who had just been released from the man's grasp. The woman fled, leaving the man, who up close was revealed to be some downtrodden-looking Chiss, without his prize. Now no spacer appreciated their fun being robbed, and he seemed even more drunk than Rilus was. As such, there were no words exchanged. The blue-skin threw the first punch, and hit Rilus square in the jaw. Now Sieron had no glass jaw, but Chiss were known for naturally being physically superior to humans. Rilus rubbed his jaw where the hit landed, and rotated the joint around to make sure it still worked. Then, he smiled and opened his arms wide at his new opponent.

"What, is that all you've got?!" he taunted.
 

Mayumi Kochi

Trust the Untrustworthy
It seemed lately that every time the pirate captain walked into a cantina lately a fight was breaking out. It wasn't that it was unusual, she had been in so many bar brawls that she couldn't even begin to count. However, what was unusual was that it was not the volatile black haired woman starting these said fights.

The scene in question was a chiss punching some other guy for intervening on behalf of a damsel in distress. It was actually kind of sweet, but Mayumi didn't do sweet. She was more of the violent type.

Walking up behind the chiss opponent, she slammed her heavy glass mug into his head. He went down without a fight. Looking up from the blue guy on the floor, her eyes met his opponents. "Sorry, had to do that. Personal reasons," she said nonchalantly. She hated the chiss but she had just stole a possible good fight from this guy.

[member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"]
 

EmKay

Well-Known Member
Rilus' arms dropped when the girl clubbed the Chiss on the back of the head with her glass. He looked at the shattered remains of the cup and the unconscious sentient. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he just shrugged and grabbed the first glass of something he saw pass by. Sieron took a swig then looked [member="Mayumi Kochi"] up and down to gauge what he was dealing with. Nothing major, by the looks of it, but hey. He was always surprised.

"No worries," he replied casually, "Makes my life easier." he tossed her a half-grin before setting the mug down on someone's table.

Should he strike up conversation? Why not, he had nothing better to do right now. He'd come to Mandalorian space to meet one or two, but right now Rilus was just killing time. So he slumped into the nearest available chair and leant forward in a semi-friendly gesture. He flicked a stray hair out from his eye before speaking.

"So what brings you to this little corner of the galaxy, miss?"
 

Mayumi Kochi

Trust the Untrustworthy
The pirate captain was lost in thought while the man spoke. Her thoughts slipped back to her first encounter with the Chiss and how she had been so stupid. Then again she had been very young and Kirk had been persuasive.

The guy was asking a question causing her eyes to flick back to his. She sat in a chair next to him and grabbed some random drunk's drink out of his hand, taking a sip. "Business," she answered trying to stay vague. "I was supposed to meet some potential clients but it seems that they have been detained. No matter, at least I got to beat on a Chiss." Dumping the rest of the drink down her throat, she smiled,"what about yourself?"

[member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"]
 
[member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"]
[member="Mayumi Kochi"]

Andreas watched from across the cantina as the two sat and began conversation. He had been watching Rilus since the fight broke out and had been evaluating him for the short length of it. Taking the patrons he observed in the cantina and comparing them to the ruthless inhabitants of his home world, the prison planet Hellgotha. The merchant definitely got some points for showing he could take a punch and keep talking. Though, the girl coming up and taking the guy out pretty much ruined it. But she in turn got points for using her environment and element of surprise to her advantage. Perhaps these two were potential recruits for his upcoming bounty hunting family.

As the fight ended before he could fully evaluate them, Andreas was soon walking over to Rilus and Mayumi. He slammed his fists on their table and glared into RIlus's eyes intimidatingly. On the way there, he had decided he was going to test out the merchant first.

"Hey, you karking poodoo hole! Only one goes shootin' hands around here is me! Now get the kark up out of that chair so I can ring your karkin' neck!"

Dressed in normal clothing and unarmed except for a hidden vibro-knife, Andreas knew that compared to most people of his criminal background, he didn't look very intimidating. In fact, he looked like someone you would see posing in one of those holo-magazines or a calendar. Except for the streak of silver going across his eyes and the bridge of his nose, his firrerrean rapid healing factor didn't do well preserving battle scars. So no matter how intimidating he actually is, he always looks harmless.

But as most of his opponents came to learn, looks can be deceiving.

He made to grab for Rilus's shirt and throw him to the floor of the cantina behind him, thus bringing the confrontation to the eyes of everyone in the building.
 

EmKay

Well-Known Member
"Wanted to get to know the loca-" Rilus' response to the girl was cut off when some model came barging up to the table and start acting all imposing.

Honestly, the man's threatening demeanour was so offset by his appearance that Sieron wasn't quite sure if he was serious. That was, until the cloth of his shirt was gripped in the other's fist. Rilus made quick work of that issue, though. A one-off escape that he'd learnt from one too many fights. He relaxed his torso and folded up his arms, slipping out of the clothing as it was thrown. The shirt flapped in the wind and flopped to the floor. Now shirtless, his scars and hydra tattoo were visible. He frowned at that realisation, but he decided that the possible shock value of his escape would be good for an attack of opportunity.

He hopped to his feet and steadied himself, which sacrificed moments but allowed proper preparation, then his reflexes kicked in and he made a quick jab first at his opponent's ribs, then at he temple of the skull. If either of those hits connected, they'd be more like stings than crushing blows. Stings that would hopefully do enough harm to at least defuse the situation and make the larger man yield. Rilus was hopeful, but doubtful. Drunk people who pound their fists on tables aren't typically renowned for behaving reasonably.

[member="Mayumi Kochi"] // [member="Hazard"]
 

Mayumi Kochi

Trust the Untrustworthy
It was decided. Mayumi Kochi, former pirate queen and new to this dimension, would never step foot in a cantina again.

Between the crazy guy coming up and grabbing the man she was talking with, then said man managing to get out of his shirt in the blink of an eye. This situation could not get any more weird.

She continued to sit in her chair, sipping at her drink. The last time she had intervened in a cantina brawl explosions had happened.

[member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"] [member="Hazard"]
 
Andreas hefted the weight of the merchant by the collar, turned and attempted to throw him to the floor only to end up throwing the man's shirt over some waitress's face. Completely out of character for a moment, he watched with a completely bewildered expression as the blinded waitress stumbled into a table, spilled the glasses all over the people sitting there, slipped over their contents and went sliding on the floor and out of sight, screaming hysterically as she went. Having taken a second to figure out what just happened, Andreas quickly turns around to the table, only to be jabbed in the ribs. This strike actually distracted him enough so that the bounty hunter was not able to block or avoid the strike to the temple that followed.

Andreas took a step back and shook off the dizzy feeling in his head. He was impressed that the man was able to distract him and go for a pressure point, but there simply wasn't enough power behind that temple strike to make the combo effective. The hits sure as hell stung, but he was pretty sure this guy was able to do more than just sting him. In fact, he needed to because if he didn't start taking the fight seriously, he would be forced to end it in a most violent way. Adopting his bar degenerate persona, Andreas began to taunt the merchant.

"What was that 'posed to be? If you gonna hit me, hit me like a man!"

He folded his arms across his chest and leaned forward

"C'mon! This one's for free!"

[member="Rilus Mercer Sieron"]
[member="Mayumi Kochi"]
 

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