Burning Down The House

[Sol Damerin]

Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Location: Some sleazy strip club bar

It has been said many times in the past and will likely be said many times again in the future. Sol hated bodyguard duty. Following around rich assholes while they abused their money and power wasn't fun. Standing around waiting for something to happen wasn't fun. Also, you occasionally got dragged to places you'd really rather not have gone to. For example, a craphole strip club in the least pleasant district of a very unpleasant city. This wasn't the kind of place girls wound up in to pay for university, it was the kind of place you got sold to after you ran up too high of a tab with your spice dealer.

The room was dark because the dim lighting was definitely beneficial to the girls working here. The drinks were monstrously overpriced, for the supposed luxury of being able to drink and be in a strip club at the same time. More pricey places didn't allow that because drunk clients got handsy. Here handsy was encourage though since it often leads to the drunk going off to a back room to pay for some extra service. That was normally frowned upon but here the managers encouraged it and took a cut.

In short, it was the kind of place where you might want to get tested if you just sat down. The only saving grace in all of this was that Sol didn't actually care if his client survived the night. He had been bodyguarding the man, who was the son of a minor lieutenant with one of the various crime syndicates on the planet. The smaller ones that weren't the Hutts. The kid was irritating, overly cocky, and generally thought of himself as a tough guy. A tough guy who had to pay people to hang around him because he was that annoying.

However, he was supposedly in with a major spice supplier by the name of Garza. Garza had a hefty bounty on his head and by willingly putting up with the kid whose name he refused to remember, he'd eventually been invited along to a meeting with Garza. In this strip club. However, the little crap heap had opted to show up early, smoke a few deathstix, drink his weight in alcohol, and amusing get shot down by one of the strippers. Apparently, even these desperate women had some standards.

 

[Talia Senn]

Talia had not admittingly done most of the things that would get a person to think going here was a good idea. She none the less had turned up anyway. Maybe she had a thing for dive bars, maybe she was looking for something. It was likely the latter, she was not the type to just show up at these types of places unless she could help it. Oddly enough, she often times could not help it. She had spent enough time on Voss to stumble across just enough knowledge to send her looking for ...certain bits of information. She had also spent enough time there to figure out that it was a waste of her time to spend any more time there. She would be climbing the walls if she did.

If anyone wanted to find something that might not be strictly legal in most of the galaxy, hutt space was the place to go. That is how she ended up on the jeweled moon. One of the more misnamed places she had ever been. Her searching had been moderately successful up until this point, and she had taken the night off, so to speak. Taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light she entered the room. She could see well enough to make her way to the bar and place her order. The bartender handed her a Wookie-wango, a little strong for her taste most of the time, sometimes, however, a person needed gin.

She leaned against the bar sipping her drink, on the lookout for something that might require her attention. Not that she expected to be jumped in the middle of a bar or her database to just come walking in on two legs, she was also sure she didn't trust her back to be to the open floor in a place like this. Even if no one was currently seeking to kill her at the moment, there was always the chance she might get caught in the crossfire of some random bar fight. There was nothing like a stray blaster bolt to the back to end one's night rather quickly.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Location: Some strip club with sleazy guests

How long had it been since her last visit to smugglers moon since her.... kidnapping, it was hard to say, her association with the First Order seemed to make time move faster then it should have, 'what was that saying again, time flys when your having fun or something.... guess it was true, to some extent'. In the past she would have most likely been working at a place like this, but on this occasion it was the other way around, but not for the reason most would assume, she needed information about a certain cyborg in the area that had gone missing recently. Some might say strip club was not the best place to look, but if the man she was after track record said anything, a strip club bar was the first place to look, especially a hands on club, the place where to two had first met while she was on an assignment when still associated with the Jedi.

Upon entering the establishment, if one could call it that, she was hit with the long but familiar smell of alcohol and... 'other' smells, 'seems like this place never changes'. It seemed tonight though that things were a bit more busy then usual, looking around Asheda noticed several body guards, not uncommon on the planet, but in the middle of the club, something big was happening tonight, perhaps her little investigation could wait, for now. She slowly snaked through the crowed, masking her force signature in case any of the guards were rogue Jedi, just Jedi in general, looking more then in character with her usual choice of clothing, getting a few interesting looks form different patrons as she passed, 'he, I've still got it'.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

"A simple job? A bloody simple job?" he said to himself out loud as heavy breathing followed. His pursuers were catching up, today just wasn't his day.

Oh yes, the explanation. Akabane had some work given to him thirty minutes prior to this incident. The job was simple, steal some files from a computer in a hotel room. Though it should have been simple and quick, he didn't predict that the whole job was a trap. Posting a job anonymously isn't uncommon so he thought nothing of it. Going on with the show he went to the location and there they was, waiting to capture the young Akabane. Luckily the person they were dealing with wasn't of the planet, a Kro Varian warrior instead. While the officers indeed had skill, the initial part of escaping was quite easy for him. That was until...

A light shined on Akabane tracking every movement he made. Looking up the sight proved this was just terrible luck. "They had a ship waiting for me? So kind." he said to himself again.

The situation was escalating bad and quickly too. Then he started thinking. Okay. Think. Think. Think! Right, they have a ship following me which means that's their insurance in case the ones on foot lose sight of me." A familiar grin indicating excitement found its place on his face. Run, dodge, and escape. The game started. Akabane stopped running in ways that were predictable, going into alleyways and passing through crowds. This strategy was working until more people came after him. As he tried to run away, Akabane wondered why they were trying so desperately to capture a thief. It didn't make sense especially with the amount of pursuers.

Eventually the strategy of trying to blending in failed him, on the streets. Attempting to do it inside of a building would be the next best thing. He ran around some more to confuse them until he finally found a place to use as his hideout. A strip club. When he first busted through the door, he had to first realize where he was and then make his outfit presentable. Though considering where he was it didn't really matter.

Akabane caught his breath and walked slowly to a table, a dark area. Fitting in with the people inside was the next mission. If he didn't want to get caught. He scanned the entire room to make sure none of the pursuers made their way inside. A sigh of relief came after he looked around. A shady group did catch his eye along with a men who looked like their body guards. One of them looked less interested than the others. He didn't stare for long. It was too much trouble in one night. "Master, teach me how to take down a starship sometime." he mumbled jokingly.

[member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Talia Senn"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"]

 

[Katria Vekarr]

First choice? Definitely not. And, though it hadn't really mattered to her, her Verpine friend was insistent on expressing his protest when she explained her reason to want to take a pitstop before they were fully stocked. To her it was the fact he was a Verpine that lead her to believe that his opinion was far from important in matters regarding her own personal endeavors and desires. He was a bug, so what could he know?

Upon first entering the club she would have pegged it for a more common collective of unsavory types, given her father's extensive experience with them. However, once she'd made herself comfortable, there was no mistaking the lackluster vibe of the establishment from the perspective of a guest disinterested in becoming the subject of a, characteristically, abrasively intrusive man looking to get up close and personal with a passing female.

An assessment made several groping attempts and caustic remarks later than she'd have liked.

It was the women who worked in the club that made the trip all the more worth it; job description aside even she couldn't argue with females of all species walking around hardly clothed. Periodically she'd watch one of the dancers, chat up one of the waitresses and even cast a glance or two at the male patrons she considered, at the very slightest, acceptably reasonable. Despite the Verpine's protests, which she considered minutely, she was content to sit back and enjoy the show.

At least until her eyes finally found a group that all but stood out. Typically bodyguards gave such crowds away, but the way the child they were protecting seemed to be acting it was a wonder he wasn't dead already. While it wasn't enough to strip her of her casual gait, she couldn't help but lean forward and get a better look through the collective of patrons at the posse's supposed ward. Given her attire, an overly revealing and small red top, form fit black pants and heeled boots, she was sure few would pay a playful gesture much mind.

Unless the group of bodyguards was keen enough to notice.

"And," she muttered under her breath as she leaned back and lifted her hand in the shape of a blaster towards in the direction of the punk, slowly closing one eye as she focused her sight right on that sweet spot between his eyes. After a few moments, barely even a few seconds, she lowered her thumb against her hand behind her outstretched pointer and middle fingers. "Click."

Perhaps it was a bit extreme, the very idea of going out of her way for such a mediocre mark exhausting, but she smirked as she pictured the different varieties of ending she could probably write for him from just that distance from him. Resting her hand back against her thigh and breathing a sigh she went back to her disinterest. Fortunate or not, he wasn't her mark and this wasn't a job. Scum lives another day and she gets to enjoy a self granted day off.

That simple.

[member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Talia Senn"] [member="Asheda Tyr"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Nar Shadaa​

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If one was looking to hide from authority, delve themselves into the criminal underworld than they would look no further than Nar Shadaa, infamous for it's over abundance of criminals, it was hard to be straight in such a crooked society. Home to killers, dealers, smugglers and crime lords, anyone was fair game since almost anyone had a price on their head. Those that didn't would soon enough if they stayed planet-side. Bounties were quick and easy on Nar Shadaa, so many in such close proximity of one another. This particular one was worth more than the standard bounties he hunted today, Garza was well known enough within the spice dealing trade, subsequently marking himself for death.

Fett was no stranger to Nar Shadaa, and the common inhabitants weren't strangers to him. The Bounty Hunter had earned himself a reputation, his old stomping grounds were this criminal underworld, before he went onward and upwards into the pockets of the Galactic Empire - earning a name for himself as one of if not the best bounty hunter in the galaxy - or so he was told. So, when he took those steps into this cesspool of an establishment, anxious eyes of any criminal worth a damn shifted towards him - as well as those that were Garza's bodyguards.

He eyed about the place as they eyed him, with a carbine slung over his shoulder it was easy to assume that something was going to happen, and presumably violent. Though nothing as of yet, Koda didn't intend on blasting the place to pieces and killing everyone present - he was only paid to kill one man. The look he shot around from the somewhat elevated portion was in search of someone capable of doing something for him, with the right amount of credits to get them to actually do it. One was spotted, she appeared as if she can handle herself whilst getting something out of a man.

Approaching Katria, Fett didn't look directly at her but instead stood nearby enough that she could hear him. The fact that he was wearing a helmet kept his little speech unknown to any other wandering eyes. "Bounty on the Spice Supplier Garza, get him outside and you'll get your cut." Even with such a small amount of information, anyone worth a damn knew of Garza on Nar Shadaa. Hopefully she did, in fact, Fett was betting on it for he kept on his path but back towards his somewhat elevated balcony, his eyes keen on searching for Garza.

[member="Katria Vekarr"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus entered the strip club intend on having a drink and just enjoying a relaxing evening, even toug the place was slightly sleazier than he expected, thoug Thad might jut make the evening more interesting.
He sat down at the bar ordering a drink, looking over the room, watching the crowed wile he took a sip of his drink.
Until his eyes fell upon [member="Asheda Tyr"] he looked surprised, muttering to himself "Could it be?" he shook his head "no i must be imagining tings"

 

[Sol Damerin]

In the time it was taking for Garza to make his appearance the club filled up considerably. That wasn't great for Sol since extracting the spice smuggler was going to be hard enough without worrying about a dozen or so people. Seriously, how was the worst strip club on Nar Shaddaa this popular? He was pretty sure that some of the overpriced ale for sale was literally piss and the woman looked like they'd been in at least two wars. That was with the benefit of low lighting! Yet business was booming, he supposed he'd really underestimating the appeal of an establishment that might give you a disease if you sat on the wrong chair.

A back door opens a Rodian emerges flanked by two Gamorrean bodyguards. The green skinned alien walks briskly over to the table the little crap heap was sitting at and settles down. What follows is a brisk and rapid series of words in huttese from the rodian. Sol didn't speak the language and no one else was close enough to overhear what was said, he did, however, understand the basic the crap heap responded in. "Ah, relax Garza these guys are all trustworthy. Mercenaries sure but I pay them well." His voice is slurred his eyes red and he smiles at the Rodian.

The Rodian seems distinctly displeased with the situation. Considering that he didn't know two of the three people with the crap heap that wasn't surprising. Garza was known to be very cautious in his dealings, heck, if the rumours were true this might not even be Garza but a stand-in. All Sol had to go on was the crap heaps word, which was suspect at best. Still, it the Rodian was at the very least a lead. The question was how did he get Garza out of her without starting a firefight? That was a very, very good question.

[member="Talia Senn"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Marcus Lund"]

(OoC notes: I wasn't expecting this many people to join so thread rules: I will post once every day around this time, don't assume actions on behalf of Garza as he is the main NPC and under my control, and have fun.)

 

[Asheda Tyr]

In the short amount of time Asheda had been in the club things had certainly become packed, sure their were the roundly patrons but what seemed odd was the sudden amount of 'can handle themselves in a fight' sort of individuals. The first to come was and oddly dressed man, more of stubbing into the establishment out of whim then looking specifically for the place, said clothes being more of something a detective from core worlds would wear, not really outer rim attire. Though not a bounty hunter, or any type of mercenary it was clear the man was running from something, not uncommon for the crime ridden moon but hopefully it would not cause any problem in her search.

The other was a man, decked in Mandalorian armor, most likely a bounty hunter, was he after the man that entered a few moment ago? If a shoot out was to occur things could get ugly more so that what was already a dirt hole on an already back water place, for now she would just blend in, hopefully no one would recognize her. This turned out not to be to hard as a commotion came from the back, well more like a grand entrance, a Rodian, surrounded by body guards like the already present, it was a meeting, between crime lords? Things just got complicated, 'okay new plan, get a quick look and leave, no point getting into a fight that isn't mine'.

Asheda pretended not to notice the commotion and backpedaled towards the bar, keeping a hand on her saber in case a fight broke out, unaware that [member="Marcus Lund"] was right behind her.

[member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Katria Vekarr"] l [member="Talia Senn"] l

 

[Marcus Lund]

"Wel this could get interesting" marcus said as he saw the rodian and his bodyguards arrive, he took a hold of his blaster hidden in his coat pocket just incase he would need it.
He finished the last of his drink, and leand his back against the bar, keeping a close eye on the crimelord thad just entered, only occasionally looking away to survey the room, and keep the closes source of cover in mind just in case a fight would break out.

As [member="Asheda Tyr"] walked by him he smiled and spoke "wel it looks like my eyes weren't deceiving me, Asheda wat are you doing in a dump like this?" he said the last part just loud anof fore her to hear but not so loud thad other bystanders would overhear.

[member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Katria Vekarr"] l [member="Talia Senn"] l

 

[Talia Senn]

Her attention was caught by the scene of a rodian entering. Call it some kind of bias but, Talia tended to associate the green-skinned aliens with things like firefights breaking out. This one seemed to have what looked to be bodyguards as well, that in and of its self shouldn't stand out on Nar Shaddaa, those with money tended to buy protection for themselves if they could help it. Even if they didn't need it, it was a way of keeping up appearances and made people less likely to want to tango with you and your bodyguards. She shifted to get a better view of what was going on around her. If a firefight were to break out Talia wanted enough of a warning to get herself out of the way before the blaster bolts started flying.

She also noted a few of the other patrons, someone had a hand in his jacket, a weapon? Maybe. In any case, it was something to take note of, just in case he was one of the ones who decided that being trigger happy was the thing to do. You never knew in a place like this, spice, alcohol, and side arms never ended well for anyone, least of all her. For now, all she could do was watch and wait, maybe everyone would behave, or maybe there would be some form of property damage yet to be had.

[member="Marcus Lund"] l [member="Asheda Tyr"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Katria Vekarr"]

 

[Katria Vekarr]

No auditory response was necessary as the man, clearly of Mandalorian origins, stepped close to her uttering what sounded like a proposition. Not ten minutes into her trip to the scum world of the galaxy and she was already being propositioned with offers. While the offer wasn't the kind she'd have considered worth lotting with the kind she began thinking about, a smirk still crossed her face as she shifted her gaze to follow him; only long enough for someone to think she was admiring him.

Once she had finished that flaunt, she tilted her head back and gazed across the club towards where a new set of patrons arrived. She'd never heard of this Garza, nor had she even seen what he looked like. But by the exchange that she could overhear, rather precariously, from the gathering group of bodyguards and thugs she couldn't avoid learning. What was it with Rodians and crime? Either it was just her, or her experience with Rodians was the worst one could possibly imagine. Sure she was used to Hutts dabbling in crime, but to a point this was simply ridiculous.

Pushing herself up off the seat she'd been in, careful as not to disturb any unfavorable materials that might be on it, she cracked her neck and took to observing the rather skittish Rodian. Making a move was her next option, but not until the right moment; unlike the man she could see begging to be checked for a weapon.

If the Mandalorian was going to do anything, she'd wait for him to make his move first.

[member="Koda Fett"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Talia Senn"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Coruscant​

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The Bounty Hunter's eyes shifted beneath his T-Shaped Visor, watching and scanning the area. The Imperials paid him a pretty penny, and not just with credits, but with technological upgrades themselves. One such feature was facial recognition. When the tool was activated, his HUD scanned each and every person's face, pinging their criminal record and bounty, if one existed. And in a place like this? It was nearly everyone. Garza. He stated to himself, eyeing the Rodian as he entered. The quarry arrived, but he couldn't start shooting here, no, not everyone was wanted dead.

Leaning against the railing, Koda surveyed the area once more, even shooting a glance at Katria. Hopefully she'd pull through and wasn't just eye-candy with a gun. That would be disappointing, that much is certain. His body language read relaxed, he didn't look anywhere for too long, he just stayed rather motionless bar his pivoting head. Just like these dancers, Fett was interested in credits, and only credits.

 

[Sol Damerin]

The tension in the room was growing pretty rapidly. The Mandalorian was the first big source of it, they either tended to be criminals themselves or to hunt criminals when they were solo. That meant the bodyguards were eying him suspiciously. On top of that the big man with his hand stuck in his pocket was certainly cause for suspicion though his interest in the Tortuga over the Rodian made the guards less antsy.

The rodian gets to his feet and barks something in Huttese. The crap heap who may never be named moans in protest. "Seriously? Come on man itsh fine!" The rodian repeats itself and he groans. "Come on guys." He gets drunkenly to his feet and the group heads towards the back door. It is flanked by another two burly types, these were club bouncers though. This place wasn't nice enough for a VIP lounge and that certainly wasn't the way to the private showing rooms. Which meant that was the back office, so Garza must be involved with the club on some level.

Things are silent for several long moments. Then there is some shouting from the back, followed by silence, followed by more shouting, followed by silence, then the sound of a blaster and suddenly the crap heap comes running out from the back. "OH KARK MAN HE WENT CRAZY!" He babbles as he falls down on the ground and suddenly the bouncer go rushing towards the back room. It appears as though things were getting exciting.

[member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Akabane Jarvik"]

(Sorry for the delay, it was my birthday yesterday and things got crazier than I thought they would. Didn't get the chance to post.)

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

"Just in case." he said to himself, referring to the wind that flowed in his vicinity ready to be commanded. The club started to grow in activity more and more by the second. It was both bad for him and the others inside. Well, depending on the individual. The fact remained that he didn't want any more trouble than he had before.

While he disliked troublesome situations like this, Akabane always had to get involved in them. All that involved harming someone who isn't tied to the issue. A citizen. The ladies working there are a good example, but not only them. The drunks were included as well, though some deserved to rot away with the crime lord. He had a good heart, for now. Time would have to pass for anything to happen, and it did.

Akabane jumped a little at all the commotion. A creature came out of the backroom from the direction of the noise, dropping to the floor just after making a few steps. "I guess a strip club is the wrong choice to hide out at." he said with some humor. In his mind he was in the worst possible scenario. Laughing about his tragedies shed some light in them. He stood up and started walking towards the front door. Considering that a man probably just dropped dead, he expected resistance in allowing him to leave.

[member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Talia Senn"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

At a familiar gravelly voice Asheda tensed up, for the moment losing track of the new and obviously important group, "Marcus, there you are, but you know, I could ask you the same question, I know from firsthand experience you have much better taste then coming to a place like this... but it’s nice to see you again all the same". Asheda reached in and gave Marcus a big and somewhat intimate huge, unaware of what was transpiring between the Mando and woman, as well as what was to become of the club.

"So how have you been... heard through the First Order spy network that you have nee working with the CIS, probably explain your disappearance form the apartment, anyhow I...." 'BANG'! Asheda jerked abruptly as the blaster fire sounded form the back, instinctively grabbing her lightsabre, but not yet igniting it, "What the hell was that". Looking around her eyes focused the man walking out of a back door, fall over dead from several shoots, sending a panic through the crowd of onlookers, other present from smugglers to criminal drew their blasters out of response, 'well kark me'.

Things looked life they were going to go down hill fast, the first thing that came to mind was how the Mando would react, chances where he would be the one to kick things off. Though the mass of moving people trying to escape Adsheda kept her gaze on the Mando assumed bounty hunter trying to anticipate his next move.

[member="Akabane Jarvik"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Marcus Lund"] l [member="Talia Senn"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus smiled as [member="Asheda Tyr"] hugged him, softly stroking her lekku, he smiled "yes you should know Thad, toug to be honest im just here to get a drink" He looked at her "and i am happy to see you too".
He laughed as he heard the first Oder's spy had figured out he worked fore the C.I.S. "wel than it seems like the First Order spy's are at-least as competent as anyone whit aces to the holonet, I am not realy secreted about working fore the C.I.S." His grip on her tighten as he heard the back, pulling out his blaster and taking a step forwards keeping his mechanical arm in frond of Asheda almost trying to shield her.
He smiled at her comment "later, but first we got to get out of here" he looked at her "wel unless your looking fore a brawl"

He kept his blaster raised looking around the room as he closed his mechanical fist, trying to asses the threat.

[member="Akabane Jarvik"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Talia Senn"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

The crowd goes rushing to the front door, this proves to have been a poor choice. The doors explode sending shrapnel, bodies, and debris flying into the room. Some of the men and women who had been trying to leave die instantly, they are the lucky ones. Other's are gunned down in a hail of blaster fire as a group of in black armor blaster rifles in hand stalk into the room firing at anyone and everyone. They wore no identifying marks and made no demands, they seemed hell-bent on killing everyone in the room.

The noises from the back room stop and suddenly the grizzled old mercenary who'd been with the kid is flung out from the back. He bounces on the ground before rolling to his feet. Vibroblades in hand. A moment later on of the other bodyguards that had been with the crap heap comes stalking out, a crimson lightsaber in his hand. "Impressive Damerin, you are better than I gave you credit for." Raising his hand he sends a wave of force energy out at Sol who dodges to the side.

The concussive blast of Force rips into the crowd, making the already chaotic scene even worse. Sol sprints forward to engage the mane with a lightsaber but it is an uneven fight. With his vibroblades he can't block or deflect only dodge, yet he does so with aplomb. He ducks, weaves, and sidesteps every swing of the red blade yet he can't get close enough to strike with his own swords.

[member="Akabane Jarvik"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Talia Senn"]

 

[Katria Vekarr]

Well this was getting out of hand fast.

As the situation went from both bad and unsettling to worse and chaotic, the young mercenary couldn't help but notice that something outside of an ordinary exchange was taking place. The only problem she could decipher from the situation was that it was beyond her comprehension, being across the club, to make heads or tails. Even still, after feeling the residual effects of a Force current, she ducked down from her seat in a single, smooth motion and crouched low to the floor as everyone in the club ran for their lives.

While she hadn't seen where all the blasts came from, a quick assessment of the damage told her that it was an intentional means of preventing a swift exit. Nothing she couldn't handle, but the crowd scrambling around her with bodies piling up left and right wasn't going to help her odds of escaping alive. Though, that was all the reason for contingencies.

Padding her hand along the base of the booth she'd been sitting in, she eventually laid her hands on a rather peculiar bag that had been resting previously at her feet. While not all the bouncers had been of a species preference to the young woman, it was a far stretch from saying she hadn't managed to slip a few restricted items past them with a little bit of effort. Resourceful wasn't something you learned overnight.

Pulling the bag next to her, and palming her hand through the various items in it, she finally grasped the grip of the shatter gun the Verpine had been so kind as to leave there for her. Or at least what was left of it as she palmed for the rest of the pieces to assemble there on the spot.

Keep low. Check. Have suitable cover. Check. Weapon? She was working on it.

Whoever was putting up the fight with the man waving around a lightsaber and the Force was capable enough for the time being.

[member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She was passing this way, just happen to be floating on by when the Midnight Star needed a part. Feth. Near the spaceport she had parked and paid the rip off of fees to the minion of some hutt she found some dive looking place taht well..offered drinks and entertainment.

She walked into the place her green eyes quickly swept the room looking at who, and what was in the room. Course there were some shadowy figures she couldn't make out. She didn't know a soul. Alright. She pushed the black duster back to reveal the woebringer on her hip. She wore a soft white button up shirt, black pants that fit comfortable and her black boots. She felt...confident.

And that' seemed to be the end of her calm, all fething chaos seemed to be breaking loose...."well damn. Someone started a party without me" She stomped her foot for a moment as if to show her displeasure.

Force users....on that god she had her amulet. Don't get it wrong it wasn't that she didn't like forcies she just didn't like them pushing her around...though some still did...[member="Coren Starchaser"] for one and Sparkler too. But hey that's was all in good fun..right..

Rekha wanted a drink first though...she dropped down and moved across to find a table that she could tip her way and use as a shield, then she called for a waitress..."bring me your best whiskey...and be quick..."

She sat there behind the table bringing out the woebringer and waiting for her drink...so...she wondered what was the poodoo here?

[member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Marcus Lund"] [member="Asheda Tyr"] [member="Akabane Jarvik"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Talia Senn"]