Burning Down The House

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Nar Shaddaa​

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Standing atop the small balcony that was only a few steps high, his eyes shifted about in search of the Rodian he was after. An easy kill if he could get him out of here, it wasn't as if he was opposed to kill the others here by collateral, they likely had bounties in their heads themselves. It just wasn't necessary. Was he a bad man? Perhaps, but he thought of himself as more of a neutral figure in this galaxy, one that just did what he could do get by and it didn't concern him who got in his way. Though just now everything began kicking off, with a blaster shot and a panic followed by an explosion and a far more intense panic. Though not one bit of it came from the Bounty Hunter.

He was in relatively close proximity towards the entrance, or exit, however the fleeing patrons saw it. Fett's eyes remained on the commotion ahead, maybe Garza would come out, maybe he was dead already. Then it might just be a recovery job, either way, he can claim the kill. Though he didn't have a whole lot of time to focus on what was ahead of him before an explosion went off at the doorway, his body twists towards it whilst simultaneously ducking away whilst his blaster came up at half-mast.

The black armored figures came in, firing off and the Bounty Hunter shuffled his way backwards, shots firing off towards them in a fast and accurate manner, no doubt hitting their intended target. Eventually his strafe paid off and he ended up behind a turned over round table, it wasn't large and it only housed himself, nobody else was making it behind here.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Before Asheda could respond with anything, things hit the fan, the explosion rocking the entire complex, bit and peaces of people and metal flying all over the place, the young Torguta using the force to quickly lift up a table to protect the two from any dangerous projectiles, "Talk later, fighting time now, or at lest don't get shot".

As the armored men entered the room, shooting everyone in line of sight she ignited her saber, the emerald blade, cutting through the table, sending it flying towards two of the men, cracking against their helmets, before blaster bolts where driven into their head. Looking to the side, she could see the mando ducking behind cover, his weapons smoking, "nice shooting".

Things got even more hectic as a dark feeling surrounded her, the hum of a saber not hers sounding from behind, looking back there was an astounding site, a man banishing a red saber, fighting against another who Asheda recognized as on of the body guards, welding a vibro sword. It did not take her more then a second to put things together in her head. "Marky, you alright to take care of those nasty black men with your arm, I'll help the virbo guy with that rouge Sith looking chap".

She gave Maruc a pat on the shoulder before leaping out of cover and towards the the men dueling, time to put Kyrels training to use.

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

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus nodded to [member="Asheda Tyr"] "sure you take care of Thad sith, il make sure these other bastards won't bother you" he siad wel clenching his fist, as he clenched his fist electrical currants ran across it.
He fired a few shots as the men clad in bacl more to draw there attention rather than anything els "oke you bastards show me wat you got" he yelled as he leaped toward the first men, hitting him strait in the chest whit his mechanical fist sending the man flying into a wall.
He looked up at the balcony seeing the mando, he punched on of the black clad man sending him flying onto the balcony "Would you mind finishing Thad one off?" he yelled at [member="Koda Fett"]

He kept one eye on the sword fight just in case the sith got to much of an edge on the others.


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

 

[Sol Damerin]

Rekha Kaarde calls for a waitress to bring her whisky, the surrealness of that request during the current situation would have been funny if it wasn't for the people dying. As it stands people are far too busy screaming and being shot or trampled to death to bring her whisky.

Koda, Asheda, and Marcus all launch attacks of their own with mixed results. Blaster bolts seem to have little effect, the men who get hit do stumble back a bit however there is a shimmer around their bodies as they do. They had energy shields in addition to their armour it seems. While it would be possible to take them out with a blaster fire, it would take a prolonged burst other means of attack would prove more effective.

For example, Marcus's punch with his robotic arm is quite efficient. The black-clad figure who was hit might have survived, but if he had he wasn't moving. Unfortunately, with most of the other non-combatant patrons were already down and both Marcus and Asheda drew the attention of the ominous figures in black. There was at least two dozen of them and they open fire on two hundreds of blaster bolts flying their way. Far too many to deflect or shrug off, getting to cover would probably be their best bet. As it stands only those who'd found cover were safe for now but this was obviously a cleanse of some kind but of who and why was uncertain.

Meanwhile, Sol was certainly still holding his own against the man with the red lightsaber who was getting rather irritated. "Why won't you die!" He growls as he brings his saber down in a crushing overhand blow that Sol dodges by the thinnest of margins. Sidestepping he tries to drive his Vibroblade into the man's chest only to have it deflected with The Force. If this kept up he was going to have to get serious. Instead, he whips the pommel of his other sword around to crack against the guy's skull. The sith manages to dodge it but still gets clipped and staggers back launching warding blow with his saber forcing Sol back a step.


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

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

The droid would do as it was told it was afterall programmed to serve. Rekha sat there listening to the sounds around her not unaffected but certainly waiting for her moment. Patience was a virture she had learned after being shot. Seeing your own blood pool on the floor while your helpless to move well there' snothing like it to make you pause respect life and be mindful.

She looked around the table she was using as a shield it was a mess that was for certain. She poked around and saw the armored soldiers seemed they were the culprits in all of this. She leveled her weapon and squeezed off several shots.

She could hear the droid giving the order and the bartender screaming about insanity. But he was getting her drink. Her own bar she'd be on the bar and shooting anyone who dare put holes in her new place.

Anyhow back to now, she pulled back waiting for retaliation. She had nothing stronger than her blaster so she'd have to be smarter..but priorities..her drink. She looked around again.

Who was near her she wasn't sure..."HEY" she called out to anyone, "WHATS THE BEEF? AND WHO ARE THE GOOD GUYS?" The brunette wasn't sure she wouldn't get a bunch of lies in return. But ya know ya had to start somewhere.


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

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Nar Shaddaa​

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As the Bounty Hunter clambered his way in behind the turned over table the blue shields of his opponents were visible. As a direct result, he reaches towards his belt that houses an Ion Grenade in one of the many pouches that extend around his waist. His right hand held the carbine like an over-sized pistol whilst his left hand primed the grenade, before then hurling it over in their directions. As it detonated, their shields should be out of action, leaving them susceptible to the blaster shots that may come their way. Though it wasn't as if he could do much from his pinned-down position, but then it dawned on him that he wasn't entirely interested in the well-being of this club and would sooner get out of it than die inside of it. The right wrist barely peers it's way around the corner, shots landing on the table, the floor and the wall, just missing the exposed hand as a concussion missile was launched from the wrist - heading directly for the crowd of attacking mercenaries or so it would seem.

 

[Katria Vekarr]

This was getting out of hand quickly and by the look of the armament that was being cast around, she was beginning to feel out of her element.

Pulling down under the table after granting herself a brief glance, she pushed back against the table to knock it into a more covering position and nestled up to it. Whoever these guys were they weren't here for the fun of a good tavern hang out, or whatever she was feeling inclined to joke on them about. Frankly she didn't quite care and from the looks of the now completely reconstructed Verpine Shatter Gun in her hands, she didn't care for the well being of the establishment itself either.

Pulling her right knee up to her chest, keeping her left leg extended to press her back against the table, she pulled a small but intricate knife from her boot. From there, holding the knife to her chest, she slid herself up towards the top of toppled table and peered over the top of it towards where she could see the flashing of a the red lightsaber.

Kriff it all this was going to be a hell of a job. She thought to herself as she closed her eyes and drew in a breath. Adjusting herself, keenly aware to keep herself just out of sight of those who might be looking for more trouble that might crop itself up, she leveled the Verpine at the saber wielding target as the would be bodyguard made his dodge. Then, with a tug of the trigger and a snap of the mechanism inside the electrolyzed weapon she took a sound splitting shot.

Before she could confirm if it had made it's mark, she readied a second shot, trained her eyes for his motion and took another before dropping down to behind the table exhaling the breath she forgot she'd been holding. Eyes closed, breathing even she listened to the sound going on around and behind her for any signs of response to her shot. She knew what Verpine's were capable of, if they didn't than it was their funeral.

The Mandalorian had pointed her to the Rodian. The armored thugs were in the way.

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

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Leaving cover was a bad idea, her reasoning was that the black dressed guards would have been preoccupied the @Koda Kett and [member="Marcus Lund"] as well as any other threats to take her actions into account, unfortunately that was not the case. The force tingled behind her, warning about the impending danger coming from the armoured enemies, before a hail of blaster fire came in her direction, too much to block, but dogging was not out of the question.

She turned her blade around, jumping and spinning in the air, putting her races agility and hunting instincts to use, putting Kyrels training in form 3 to good use and most of the blaster bolts either missed, or were deflected away. One skimming across her left shoulder while another on clipped her right leg before the Torugta landed back behind the durasteel wall of a stripper pole dance stage. 'saved by the thing that I tried my hardest to get away from, ironic'.

From her new position she was safe, mostly, but the enemy troopers did not seem to be letting up in there relentless spraying of the area, keeping her head down. For the moment, she was pinned unable to move freely until some of the armoured men where put down, or at least stunned.

[member="Katria Vekarr"] l [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

As the black dressed man opened fired, Marcus launched toward the closest of them, hitting him in the chest whit the pal of his mechanical hand, giving the thugs a electric shock to knock him out, after the man was knocked out he hauled up the unconscious body using as a shield to protect himself from the blaster fire, the bold were absorbed by the guards shield, he returned fire at the other guards as he shuffled his way closer to cover, stil hiding behind the unconscious body.

When he got into jumping range of cover he threw the unconscious body at the other guards, hoping to take some of them out and distract them as he dove fore cover, during his jump a blaster bolt hit him in his left leg going strait thru his shin, he ended up taking cover behind a table just in frond of the stage, he gripped his leg as he hid behind the table, "dam it Thad stings, geas running is out of the question now" he turned his body sideways careful not to but any pressure on his leg as his torso turns, he took the occasional potshot at from behind the table, just to keep the guards occupied.

He he returns to stit whit his back to the hay table to worked as his cover, he saw [member="Asheda Tyr"] jumping behind the stage, ripping a strip of cloth of his shirt and warping it around his leg he spoke to her just loud anof fore her to hear "geas these guys got a decent aim" he smiled stil surprised they had hit him hit flight. He tossed a glob grenade, filled whit a strong adhesive, to her "think you can do something whit Thad?, My leg is bused, i won't be able to throw thad dam ting fare anof like this"


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

 

[Sol Damerin]

The blackguards hold their fire on Marcus when he grabs one of their own to use as a human shield. Though their ability to track Asheda was put to the test but they succeeded in driving both back into cover. "Grenade!" One of them shouts as Koda's Ion grenade flies out. Most dive out of the way but the pulse still manages to knock out the energy shields of all but the ones on the fringes. Good news for the good guys.

Better news. While the blackguard seemed disinclined to stay bunched up, a standard military tactic for any group not looking to be easy targets for explosives or turrets, they were closer than they'd like thanks to the confines of the space. which meant the bounty hunters concussive rocket land amidst a cluster of three of them and the concussive wave knock another five down. Two of which struck their heads ratling them. This put the body count at four unconscious, three dead, and another three unable to stand. Which left the blackguard with just over half their numbers in prime fighting condition though only half of them still had shields, so things were looking up.

"WE GOT A MANDO! FIRE THE LAUNCHER!" At least until one of the blackguard launched his own concussion rocket directly at where Koda was hiding. While another two dropped grenades behind the stage. It bears repeating that whoever these guys were, they were deadly serious.

Over at the duel, things got rather interesting. After dodging another blow there was a sudden whine and an explosive impact near the back wall. Katria had just missed her target who had dodged right before she'd fired her shot. He was about to do the same with the other when Sol capitalised on him being off balance to take a swing at his neck. Redsaber tries to block and dodge at the same time but only partially succeeds. Katria's shot wings him in the side slamming right through his armour and spraying blood everywhere. It wasn't a mortal wound but it smarted and Sol pressed the attack before he could go after the sniper. At present, it was hard to tell just who was going to win the battle.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"] | [member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Lemon]

After unleashing a semi-successful rocket upon the unknown mercenaries covered head-to-toe in Black Armor, especially hidden by the darkness of the club itself, bar the flashing neon lights that persist despite the unusual chaos that has erupted, the Mandalorian had pushed himself back behind the smaller table he was using as cover. Regardless of the low-light conditions, he was capable of seeing quite well due to the helmet's features, fortunately enough Mandalorian technology was outstanding and unrivaled when it came to a combat solution. The Bounty Hunter was suppressed, pinned down and entirely incapable of reaching a better position to persist his attack. The thought of Garza's bounty exited his mind, it was a fight to the death and Koda intended on surviving.

The concussion missile impacted with the table Fett was leaned up against, if it were an incredibly high powered missile perhaps he would be dead, although in this instance it simply collided with the table and forced everything it struck to move in it's direction, including the Mandalorian. Face-first he laid on the ground, his head above the ground glancing about with the blaster bolts soaring overhead. His left hand rapidly made it's way towards his right wrist, tapping a single button whilst placing his faceplate against the ground. A much higher powered missile soared out of the jetpack, striking the wall and creating a convenient hole that he would then fly out of and disappear from the scene. Garza wasn't worth dying for.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

"Ahh common, I can't just stay here... why didn't I learn a more defensive art of light saber combat"? For the moment the fortune of battle was going their way, though now with the red saber man distracted by Sol and the woman, Asheda could turn her attention back to the mercenary men, without having to worry about a Sith wanabe attacking the group from behind. Peaking over the platform it was evident the armored men where having their fair share of troubles, though it would only be a matter of time until Marcus of mister mando where taken out, there were just to many.

"There mas to be something hard enough to throw at that them would give us an advantage, something heavy, metal, large..... like this stage... irony strikes again". Concentrating Asheda put all her strengths into lifting the dancing stage, the supports gronaing and creaking before finally snapping, before hurtling it at the group of armed men, making sure not to hit Marcus or Kodda. Bring her emerald saber to point once again, deflecting stray shoots back at their owner, Well to the best of her abilities that is, Shein was not her specialty. 'Note for later, ask Kyrel for more training'.

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

 

[Zerrak Windwalker]

As he parks his speeder he walks in sits at a table setting down his blaster and signaling over a waiter and points at the menu, as he waits he looks around for any familiar faces

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus ducked lower behind the labeled as he saw the stage flying in the direction of the black guards, "wel thad should cause some mayhem" he laughed slightly, he continued firing pot shots from behind cover, at the guards Thad had there shields knocked out.

He looked up and noticed a neon light handing above a group of the guards,he dove behind a other table clove to the wall, using his mechanical arm to punch thru a wall and grab some electrical wiring, he send a strong electrical current thru the wire he was holding and it choused the light to explode showering the group of guard in a rain of broken glass and hot gasses, "hope you bastards enjoy the light-show"

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

 

[Sol Damerin]

Koda's gambit to escape went off without a hitch, the mercs didn't track the Mandalorian as he went flying out of the side of the building. Asheda's plan of throwing a stage at the mercs and Marcus's plan of disrupting the lights did hit a snag though. The concussion grenades the mercs threw behind the stage had apparently been missed utterly by the two. Right as the stage started to fly there was a loud bang and a wave of force. It wouldn't be enough to kill them, considering the grenades must have been off out of eyesight for them to miss them, but it was more than enough to knock the two on their asses and give them a headache that would last for weeks.

Fortunately, with nearly half their numbers down the blackguards, decided that instead of pressing the attack they would take this opportunity to grab their men and retreat. Mostly because that is what the sith Sol is fighting is yelling at them to do. "We did what we came here to do! Let's go!" Apparently, he'd decided that almost getting his leg blown off was more than enough reason to skimp on the last part of the job. He sends a sweeping wave of Force energy to knock Sol and Katria on their asses as he limps away. Joining with the blackguards the group beat a hasty retreat. They take every member that still has a pulse.

For a moment things are silent but then there is a rather loud bang and the armoured figures that were still lying on the ground begin disintegrating. That was a hell of an insurance policy right there. Sol gets up with a groan as he looks around and shakes his head. "What the kark was that about?"

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

 

[Katria Vekarr]

This was absolutely not going as well as she had hoped it would. Whether it was the entry of the Mandalorian with his eye for a bounty, the smug punk who had brought a slew of skilled bodyguards with him or the spice trader who had seemingly disappeared from the scene entirely, she couldn't make heads or tails of just what was going down. Her ultimate judgement for the situation was to sit tight, wait out the assault by the apparent blackguard and hope that her evening wouldn't end with injuries worse than she could tolerate.

Keeping herself snug against the table, holding her verpine to her chest and taking a breath, she closed her eyes and listened carefully for any hints that the action was beginning to die down. Sitting still wasn't her forte and, from the sounds coming from behind the table, she was quickly becoming impatient with any results until there was a sudden crash against the table. What felt like a speeder shoved her uncomfortably against the seat she'd previously been sitting on and she spat out an inaudible jumble of curses.

Why was this happening to her? Was it her silent acceptance of the Mandalorian's offer or was it the sudden appearance of a trained military corp that seemingly wanted to tear the club to hell and back, she couldn't decide. Only as she started to drag herself to her feet and climb over the table did she notice that things had started to, even minutely, calm down. Glancing one way she could see a togruta and a man with a mechanical arm, then the other she could see where the man she had assisted only moments ago.

If he wanted to talk to her, she would be willing to listen, but she had a spice trader to find and something told her he was either among the guard that had left or dead in the back room. Thankfully exploration was easier when you had a verpine shatter gun handy.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

A tumbling cylinder approached, being caught in the corner of her eye, all to late to doge, even for someone as nimble as her, "oh kar-", the grenade sent out a large blast, causing Asheda to be thrown across the room and over the bar, dazing the young Togurta slightly, her head ringing and eyes blurry. The world pan around at she tried to stand back up, blade still humming ready for action, but was presently surprised to see that the black soldiers, of what seemed to be them through her blurry vision retreated, along with the strange saber wielding man.

She shook her head one last time, her sight and proper vision coming back, the whole room a mess, bodies and furniture skewed about, and a very confused looking group of armed people left.

"What the kark was that about?"

All Asheda could do was offer a was a shrug, "I don't know, sure Na SHadda has its share of criminals and other sorts, but those people looked far to well equipped to just be mercs, what where they after, oh, MARCUS! ARE YOU ALRIGHT"? She hollered to the cyborg, hopefully he was not to damaged by the blast, as for everyone else, she did not really care, though the body guard rough looking fellow seemed different, the way he moved during the fight with the saber wielding person seemed very unusual.

[member="Katria Vekarr"] l [member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Marcus Lund"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Groaning Sol pushes himself to his feet. The woman with the shatter rifle is disappearing into the back room. She was either doing a security check, looking for survivors, or looking for Garza. He didn't know but on most fronts, she'd be disappointed. The lightsaber wielding man had killed everyone that was still back there, the rest had long since fled, and as for Garza... Well, she might be able to find the pieces though Sol had already managed to snag a finger. He'd claim the bounty himself later on. The weird thing was that Garza hadn't as near as he could tell been the target. Neither had the little crap heap he'd been targeting.

Katria may finally locate Garza's office. Inside there is a pile of severed limbs just laying about against the walls. The actual events leading up to what happened had started with the lightsaber wielding nerf herder Force pushing everyone against the wall. This had been followed by him holding them there while he cut his way into a safe that Graza had revealed behind a painting. There was still a pile of credits, datapads, and even some precious items like gold and gems inside. Not quite equal to the bounty but a tidy sum for sure. However, there is a lingering wrongness in the safe. Something within it had been tainted with the Darkside and it could be felt even by a nonforce user.

Anyway, after pinning everyone to the wall the lightsaber wielding prick had started carving everyone up, he'd put his blade straight through Graza's face in a horrifying wound. The only reason the crap heap survived is because he'd been next to Sol who'd waited until the Sith was on top of him before making his move. Which had lead to the Sith losing his concentration and the crapheap escaping while Sol and red blade fought it out.

Moving over to the Tortuga and the cyborg Sol reaches into a pouch and pulls out his trauma kit. He offers it to Asheda just in case. Then he is off after Katria since he wanted a cut of that safe. Also they may have to negotiate splitting the Garza bounty since it wouldn't do if they both tried to claim it.

[member="Katria Vekarr"] | [member="Marcus Lund"] | [member="Asheda Tyr"]

 

[Marcus Lund]

Marcus clued his head as the blast of the grenade hit him "dam Thad hurts" he slowly got up as he heard [member="Asheda Tyr"] call out to him, leaning on the table whit whit organic hand as he stood somewhat weakly on his legs trying to avoid putting to much weight on his wounded leg. He shook his head trying to clear his mind "Don't worry beautiful il live, thoug one of those bastards got me in the leg" he said stil leaning on the table as he grabbed his head whit his other hand "and it feels like i my head got run over by a herd of banta"

He looked around the room when his headache started to die down a little "wow looks like my head isn't the only thing Thad got trampled"

[member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Asheda Tyr"] l [member="Katria Vekarr"] [member="Silence"]

 

[Lemon]

The Mandalorian may have fled the battle, though he didn't leave the scene entirely. It was only nearby that he remained, watching it all unfold until the time was perfectly fine to re-enter. The side-cloak flailing in the wind as he stood watching, just out of the neon-light's spotlight. Surely the attackers were dwindling by now, but they weren't his concern, the bounty was. A Bounty Hunter's best tool was sound judgement, knowing when to call it quits and right alongside that was his cunning. Something Fett possessed plenty of. This 'sleezy club' may have been just that, but it had a multitude of entrances, perhaps not through the tradition means, but through an explosive solution.

With the simple movement of his left hand, he managed to tap a singular button that rest on his gauntlet. A sensor ping emitting, those within the immediate area, including this club were outlined. Their figures identifiable, but not much else. Those armed became his main focus, and from what he gathered a slim female appeared to be making her way towards the back room - not to mention another man not too far behind. Must be something there, something of note. Garza wasn't there, at least not alive, perhaps his head is still ripe for the taking still.

The Bounty Hunter activated his jetpack, flames protruding out the bottom for a brief moment until his feet touched the pavement. The mercenaries clad in black had since fled though as they did make their departure the entrance became less than accessible. Where else to return but his former exit hole? Koda made his way back through it, taking in the scene of those that appear injured and just the state of decay this building had come into. Yet it wasn't any of his concern. So with his carbine in hand, a cautious walk was made towards the back room, slowly in pursuit. Eyes peeled.

[member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"]