Choked upon the very last potato in the land (open)

[Lucien Galtier]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz9nHvmdAb4[/media]​

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Nar'shaddaa​

The Famous Cock Tavern​

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien felt a sharp pain atop his head as the large alien behind him smashed a pint glass atop it. Lucien let out a low groan as his metallic fingers rubbed through his scalp feeling the shards of glass. He was quickly turned round by another meaty taloned fist and Lucien got a nice look at the large crowd that had gathered around the duo. Lucien shook his head and ducked quickly as another fist went flying towards him. Lucien swung with an uppercut that knocked the Trandoshan’s block clean off. The T’dosch’s jaw sagged to the side, but still the creature stood. Lucien felt a big meaty fist smash into his nose and felt it give way beneath the Trandoshans blow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien spit blood and felt his now broken nose. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You’re gonna pay for that you damn overgrown snake!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Commando punched the Trandoshan in the gut and as the reptilian bent low Lucien kneed him in the face. The Trandoshan fell back to the ground knocked out cold. The crowd around the pair cheered voraciously and raised drinks sloshing foul smelling brew everywhere. A pint was shoved into Luciens hands and he grinned wildly. He raised it to his lips and downed the beer then smashed the glass on the ground, which was followed by more cheers. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien flexed his cybernetic muscles and roared “ANOTHER ROUND!” and received many pats on the back as the crowd cheered one final time before going back to their ramshackle tables and chairs. Lucien shrugged and approached the down trodden bar. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The one eyed Bothan bartender smiled to Lucien and said “I swear people come to fight you more than they do fer the beer,” He said in a strange accent and Lucien’s grin grew wider.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Give me hair of the dog,” Lucien cried out and someone behind him shouted [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I’ll pay for his drink!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien nodded as the bartender poured up a frothy pint. Luciens head was swimming. Mostly from the beer and partly from the concussion he had just received, but that did not stop him. He hoisted the drink high into the air. Tilting his head back as he did so. The dim light shown brightly in his eye and he finished the beer in a few large gulps. [/SIZE]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen swung he door open, just as the trandoshan hit the floor. That couldn't have felt good. He grinned as the rounds were called for and the people cheered. As a jedi, he'd have found it barbaric. Fighting in such a place, violence that was uneeded. But now, as a vitae, he was indifferent so long as both parties survived. And as a member of the Zorren race, king or not, this felt like home. He stepped aside as the Trandoshan was carried out and strode over to the bar. "Whiskey." He turned to face the cyborg, his sense through the force noting that something was... lacking. Likely the flesh that had been replaced by steel. "Years ago had a fight like that. Can't say I fared as well as you did."

[member="Lucien Galtier"]

 

[Svetlana Y'Vari]

Svetlana watched the fight with wide eyes from her seat at the bar. The senator had lived a sheltered life on Mirial, violence was not something she'd had many opportunities to witness, especially not at such a proximity. Drawing her cloak closer to her person, she averted her eyes as the bout came to an end, trying (and probably failing) to not appear like a total outsider. With her ship under repairs, the tavern had appeared a fine place to relax and observe the average people as they went about their day. Now, she realized, perhaps this was a bit too close of a look.

When the fight's victor approached the bar, she had half the mind to take that as her cue to skedaddle, return to the security of her ship and escorts. Still, it wasn't often she had opportunity to move on her own and that fact kept her planted in her seat, observing as another approached the cyborg. After several moments, she worked up the resolve to chime in. "Is your nose well?"

[member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Vulpesen"]​

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris hobbled his way down the streets of Nar Shadaa, one would think that this was not the place for a 40 something year old cripple, and they most likely would be right until they saw the Sniper/DMR combo holstered to his back, named Betty and the rather large revolver named Beaula. This was a man who liked his guns and new how to take care of himself. He even took classes on how to fight with the cane, and he was damn good at it too, not to mention his luck (untapped force potential). Why he was here, nobody knew, but he did not doubt his ability to get in, either willingly or by force. If his scars had anything to show.

As he made his way up to the door the bouncer looked him down. He looked weak, he looked defenseless, but was he really, he had a rifle on his back, he would need a test.

"What makes you think you are gonna get in here old man" The bouncer said.

"See that drunks glass?" he said pointing to the passed out drunk at the end of the room.

"Yeah."

"I can hit it, smash it, and not injure a soul."

"Show me."

Tyris did as ordered, he drew his revolver, and almost without looking put a shot downrange, shattering the glass right in the man's hands. Sure it was a small target, but the range was short enough to easily make the shot. The man looked completely uninjured. Everyone in the bar looked towards him for a moment, almost in shock. Tyris simply blew over the barrel, holstered the gun, and looked to the bouncer.

"That good enough?"

The bouncer looked almost dumbfounded he simply nodded allowing Tyris into bar. It seemed as if a fight just had ended. A trandoshan was keeled over on the ground, with a human standing over it with his nose bleeding rather profusley. This must be one hell of a fighter if he could take on a trandoshan with nothing more than a broken nose, he doubted even the best Zenithians could do that, it was quite the feat. He felt like he needed to meet this fighter. He hobbled his way over, making sure to step around the injured trandoshan. He seemed to have quite the crowd forming around him, all the better.

"Now i would like to know how in hell you managed to defeat a trandoshan with nothing but your bare hands." He said with a bit of a laugh.

[member="Svetlana Y'Vari"]
[member="Vulpesen"]
[member="Lucien Galtier"]

 

[Lucien Galtier]

Lucien finished his pint and set the tall glass down atop the bar. Another entered and ordered a whiskey. The man made a statement about how he had been in a similar fight. Lucien merely smiled. He tapped his cybernetic guns and then gave them a flex “I’m more machine than man. It’s hard to hurt someone when they can’t feel it,” Lucien eyed the sentient up and down “I can see how mayhaps one like yourself would not fare so well. Are you a Jedi?” Lucien asked as he shifted his gaze to the pint glass and gave it a swift tap with his metallic fingers.

The bartender nodded and grabbed the glass filling it back to the brim. Lucien’s head was swimming, but he wasn't quite where he wanted to be. Suddenly he noticed another at the bar. She was completely out of place. Adorned in fine clothes, she had the look of someone of wealth, Lucien’s smile grew even greater. She inquired as to how his nose was and he had to bite back laughter. A broken nose was a mere scratch compared to most of the scars that adorned his body, but it was kind of her to ask.

Lucien gripped his nose tight and with a sharp pop he set it back into place. Well as in place as it was going to get. “Just dandy,” He said with a grunt. He picked up a napkin and wiped away some of the blood that had begun to pour over his lips. “What are you drinking miss?” Lucien asked the woman, his face still sporting the large stupid grin, a little blood still spouting from his nose. nother came to the bar. A gimp by the looks of him. The bouncer wasn't going to let him in lest he do something miraculous, and miraculous he did. The crippled fired a shot which passed through one glass, then another, and another till the bullet finally hit a tall bottle of ale.

The bottle streamed the ale directly into Lucien’s glass and he wondered if the man had planned that. Lucien and everyone else in the bar stared astonished. The man approached Lucien and asked how he was able to beat a trandoshan with his bare hands. Lucien realized his mouth was still open and shut it with his free hand. “Well, uh, mister,” Lucien was at a loss for words for a moment, but then remembered how to speak “I got big guns,” Lucien laughed as he flexed his metallic muscles. “The names Lucien, thanks for the free pint!” Lucien laughed again. He raised his flagon and downed the ale in a few large gulps. Now he had seen it all.


[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Svetlana Y'Vari"]
[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen chuckled and shook his head to the question. "A jedi coming here for a drink? Maybe once, but not anymore. Not enough freedom in those robes." He reached out a took his glass fromt he bartender, taking a slow sip of the burning amber ambrosia. His ear flicked towards the loud pop that sounded from the cyborg's nose. "In my defense, that was over ten years ago. Now I think I'd like a rematch should I ever see that pig faced bastard again. In the meantime, I can probably help straighten that nose for ya if you want."

After [member="Lucien Galtier"] rose from his seat, Vulpesen traced after the man, simrking as he was immediately beset by the crippled gunslinger while also speaking to the woman. "A king, a cripple, a cyborg, and a lady walk into the bar. Only question now is, whats going to be the punchline?" He turned in his seat, spinnign to see them while his clawed hand kept a firm grasp on his glass. Stars have mercy on any fool that tried to shoot it out of his grip.

[member="Svetlana Y'Vari"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Svetlana Y'Vari]

A twinge of relief met Svetlana when the brawler confirmed that he was well. She flinched as he snapped his nose back into place, unsettled by the pop and the blood that proceeded to flow. Reaching over to a second stack of napkins, she moved them closer in case he needed more. "I wasn't planning on drinking," she answered with a gentle smile. It'd hardly be prudent for her to get intoxicated before returning to her vessel.

Blaster fire had the senator looking for cover in a momentary panic. A shoot out? Here? She couldn't say she wouldn't be entirely surprised giving the fight she'd just witnessed. Still, when the buzz died down and the elder gunslinger hobbled his way to the bar she couldn't quite shake off the bout of fear as well as the others seemed to manage. "Hopefully, it'll be a minimal body count," she replied. Of course, no body count at all would be ideal, but she was starting to doubt that would be possible with this lot.

[member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Tyris Hayes"]​

 

[Tyris Hayes]

Tyris chuckled a bit at the cyborg's remarks about a free drink. The pitcher was an unintended consequence of the way the shots lined up. The fact that it was controlled enough to get a free drink even more so, gave him even more confidence in his gunslinging skills. Tyris quickly ordered a bourbon before replying.

"I hear cybernetics will allow you to do that sort of thing, assuming they are legal wherever you happen to be, that is." he said

Then the other man made a bit of a joke, Tyris chuckled a bit.

"I guess that is up in the air."

Next the woman made a comment about a body count. Tyris had been doing this sort of thing for many years. He was trained from birth to kill, which oddly made him rather good at making sure the person he is hunting isn't killed. By knowing all of the places that you can hit a person to kill someone, you know all the places you can hit that wont. Tyris pulled out a cigar and a lighter and put the cigar into his mouth before continuing.

"Don't worry miss, iv'e been working behind a rifle all my life, I don't kill somebody i don't intend to, even if i do end up shooting them."

"So what brings you all to Nar Shadaa, personally, i'm here on a contract, poor sob was an old crime lord who had made the wrong enemies in the wrong places. Sucker didn't know what hit em." he said while lighting the cigar.

[member="Svetlana Y'Vari"]
[member="Vulpesen"]
[member="Lucien Galtier"]