Drone Strike Me, Please

[Alkor Centaris]

He strayed close to the fringes of the club, though in the kaleidoscope lighting and loud noise made it exceptionally difficult to pinpoint anyone specific. The only saving grace beyond facematching was the violence that erupted in the midst of all the dancing and fornication. Normally he would have come kitted heavier to deal with Hutt scum and their contingent of hired hands, but he was hardly alone in this. [member="Karsan Calnov"] looked in piss poor shape as the tactical readouts of his armor and physical condition were securely transmitted. "Osik," Alkor hissed. There was no time for a tactical regroup, and no room for a retreat. The bloodied Mando would have to hold on for the ride as they pressed on.

"Dampners on, vode. Brace for Sonic," he called across their secure, short range frequency. Alkor detached the ordinance from his belt and crouched low, tapping the activation switch and rolling the grenade along the floor into the heat of the action. It wasn't ideal with one man wounded, but they needed a quick response to the Hutt's vicious ensemble.

The low beeping slowly climbed until the small orb suddenly popped open, and a mind-numbing screech emanated forth and flooded the room. At that high frequency, glass blasted out from lights and amplifiers whined in protest as the acoustics were abused. Dancers and drug addicts alike clutched their heads in agony and fell to the floor, blood lancing from wounded ear drums.

Alkor waited to dial down the sonic dampners until a good number of the crowd had slumped. Before that, though, his pistol was in hand and he skimmed his HUD for any sign of not-pacified scumbag. It was doubtful that there would be absolutely zero resistance left.

"Grab him, let's regroup," Alkor called to [member="Nicair Claden"], "we have a slug to salt."

His hand was still shaking from the waves of sound that ripped through his body, but the worst of the damage had been abated. Thankfully for Alkor. He could feel blood rushing back to extremities and the lightness slowly fading- but ideally, the enemy would have it much worse.

[member="Cradossk"] | [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | @A'Runda | @everyone else

 

[Koda Fett]

The persistent thump of Hutteese EDM had fallen upon the ears of man who cared not for it, nor the club itself. It was nothing but a muffled burden as it barely radiated through a wall and into a room created with the intent of being quiet- or at least quieter than the rest of the club. Oblivious to the chaos that ensued as the Mandalorian sat in a seat, his arm propped against the table. Lost in thought, but as to what it was nobody could discern. Credits, probably. All the while, ashes of a dead man were being sifted through in order to confirm the identity. It wasn't as if Fett would lie, but he respected the process all-the-same.

Even through his dense helmet and thick walls, the sonic attack palpable to a lesser extent- providing discomfort, but not pain. Koda was never trusting, always suspicious, and as a result when he departed the room he had his Carbine in hand; ready to fire. These civilians seemed to be in a fair bit of pain from where he was standing on the second floor, looking down upon the Mandalorians that sought their exit, or to kill Gorba.

Fett's movements were slow and silent, despite all the armour. The Carbine he so often utilised gripped with both hands, taking aim at the trio down below. The Mandalorian's gloved finger slammed down upon the trigger as fast as his body would allow it, sending a flurry of crimson bolts down upon Alkor, Nicair, and Karsan. This wasn't his fight, and for whatever reason they choose to kill Gorba, Fett didn't care. He did know, however, that there was a pricy bounty on Calnov's head, and there was certainly more credits to come by defending that damn slug.

[member="Cradossk"] - [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] - [member="Simone"] - [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] - [member="Sal Katarn"] - [member="Gorba the Hutt"] - @A'Runda - [member="Alkor Centaris"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Tathra paced, snorting like a angry bull as the hologram of the Hutt spoke. His form turned, eyes looking back as the rayshield now replaced the now crumpled door. He heard the commotion outside, noticeable hearing an escalation in arms fire. The Mutant stalked closer to the hologram, placing his eyes on the strange holo. His eyes fell on its own, staring at what looked like a success of fleshy puddles upon another rather than any kind of being.

"That won't be enough."

​Tathra's voice seemed weighted, filled with bass and calm as he turned away from the hologram. Tathra growled, throwing a heavy fist into the wall opposite the rayshield, the first hit landing; leaving a dent. "No cage can hold me." ​The Mutant punched, throwing his rock like fists into the wall over and over until it began to almost disintegrate under his sheer force. However, blaster fire came from all sides now. He had to get out quicker. Tathra stood back, closing his eyes for a moment as his whole body tensed, a rush of magma pulsing through the large veins on his body as steam rose from his mouth. A stream of magma like breath exploded from his mouth, a ungodly roar came with it, thundering out as what stood in his place, what metal was there; began to soften, melt and slump to the floor.

​Tathra charged through, throwing himself through the magma. Now once again, on the second floor. Tathra watched as civilians were caught in the crossfire of multiple forces. Most noticeable were Calnov and the others close to beneath his position, a little to his left. Opposite him, was a single shooter; on the other side of the club. A classic Mandalorian, between them all were slave soldiers otherwise known as retainers.

​Meat all the same. Tathra leapt down in front of his allies. Soaking up a few blaster bolts from the Mandalorians weapon as a retainer was crushed under his weight, the lumbering hunched Mutant sneered; ​"The Hutt and I must exchange words."

​Tathra moved forward, a few feet in front of his companions as his hand shot forward, curling into a fist as he telekinetically ripped several of the blasters from the retainers, throwing them back towards his companions. ​"We're killing our way out!" ​The giant mused as he thrust himself forward towards the closest group. Literally, tearing them apart.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"]​

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair's blood started to quicken in his veins as the action began in earnest. He stooped down to hoist Karsan up with his spare right arm. Lacing it around the other man's waste he almost had to do a full squat in order to get the man, and his armor, up. The immediate threat of the retainers were being dealt with by a creature Nicair had never seen before. The hunter in him wanted to prove himself against it but it was obvious that at the moment it was on his side. The next problem was what appeared to be a Mandalorian on the balcony above them raining down bolts. Nicair had to slow his movements and steady himself to aim properly, all he could do was trust in his personally forged beskar'gam. He pulled the trigger of his requisitioned blaster, a little bit of cover.

"We've got some cover, time to move. Prepare yourself." Nicair hadn't had any real time to properly look over the blueprints of the room which he could already tell had changed drastically from the sketches. He didn't like going in blind. Luckily he had figured right that others would be here to assist, and they had at least gotten a decent look at the layout before jumping into the fray.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | @Karsan Kalnov | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

Location: Kwenn Station​

Here he thought he was going to stay out of this.

Kilum had been doing his best to lay low for a while; staying out of anyone's business in this whole galactic mess, keeping his head down and staying as far away from whatever the Mandalorian Empire was doing as possible. Not that he had something particularly against them, but politics weren't his game; never had been, never would. It was odd to think that so long ago, he'd considered being a Mandalorian everything, that it was all he ever was and all he ever could be, the highest standard to reach. Now? It was just another part of him, just something else adding onto the pile of whatever he was doing with his life. Things with the Clan hadn't been going exactly his way, and he needed some time away. Some time doing the only thing he really knew how to do, the only thing he was good at.

Sitting across a table from [member="Koda Fett"] was always a talkative affair, apparently. They'd been sitting in silence for a good while now, as one could probably expect. Neither of them were the type to make speeches or big affairs out of things. The last time they'd met, they'd been trying to kill each other, but there wasn't really any grudge about the whole thing. That was business, at the end of the day. One could argue that Koda won the fight, but Kilum didn't remember giving up on it, he remembered having the Holocron and Koda leaving. Being thrown into lava notwithstanding.

As the noise of gunfire, yelling and fighting began, Kilum's head snapped to look in the direction. He moved almost in conjunction with the other Hunter, slowly and with a deliberate pace, one hand down at his waist and ready to draw one of his blasters pistol. The weapon was slowly unsheathed from its holster as he made his way to near the same spot Koda was, looking down as his heads-up-display began to scan targets, looking for who here might've had something on their head. [member="Karsan Calnov"] was the immediate standout. If he wanted to get back into the only world he knew, a target like that would be his ticket right in.

"Current intelligence indicates quarry has military training, vast combat experience. A worthy kill." Ravage was always a ray of sunshine in these situations, unfortunately. Kilum reached down to his belt, finding exactly what he wanted. An Adhesive Grenade, one with the intent of sticking Calnov to the ground and keeping him there, rather than doing him any more harm than what was needed. Anyone with that kind of price on their head and the ability to kill who he'd killed would be scrappy and stubborn; the kind you had to watch out for. Not taking any chances, Kilum pulled the pin on the grenade and cooked it for a moment before he tossed it downwards straight towards Karsan, hoping that the sudden small object would catch him off-guard.

He had no desire to kill Calnov, and maybe the others didn't have any particular price on their heads, but there was a lot of bodies down there, and he didn't make a habit of collateral damage. Switching his blaster pistol to the stun setting, he joined in on the blaster fire Fett was throwing down towards Alkor and Nicair. He hadn't been back in the life for ten minutes, and there was already the smell of death and blood in the air. Go figure.

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Simone"] |[member="Gorba the Hutt"] |

 

[Jake Awaud]

Location: Kwenn Station
Objective: Protect Assest
Allies: [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] (NPC) | [member="Sal Katarn"]
Beuties in the Room: [member="Simone"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | Kat'Lariah Syphex | [member="Cradossk"]
Equipment: Beta Blaster, Light Shield, Smuggler Apparel

Getting into the place was a little easier then a normal person wanting to keep his person outside the eyes of the Cabal. His brother had made many contacts in the criminal underworld that allowed him to gather information and access like no other. Only those that rivaled his contacts were the Cabal itself, and the ATC, though both looked over the influence of the United Trade Conglomerate. Other Hutt Kajidic were always looking to overthrow one another level of influence, and specific deeds informed the Viceroy to not injure or kill Gorba, any such done by agents of the UTC would sever willing contact. His brother Jaster made sure to get that point across, and Jake agreed, war with the Hutts could get out of hand quick if they and the Cabal joined to deny his brothers transport. So this would be a tricky assignment, but his Alor ordered it.

Running out from the crowed of people attempting to run away, Jake rushed out in front of [member="Kilum Bralor"] grenade type object he threw. In Jake's mind this was a grenade that was on its way to the center of the object he was to protect. Using a Light Shield on his wrist he deflected the grenade to a group of civilians who were fleeing and a brute of a man trying to make his way to the center of the room. It exploded and all in that area was held to the ground by an explosion of blue uzze.... Gross.

Jake, being as this jump was a spur of the moment kind of thing, miss judged the jump and was unable to land of his feet. Sliding across the floor he lightly slammed into the bar next to [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] who was attempting to have a drink like any other uncivilized person in the joint. Realizing where he was, he stood up and placed his hand on the bar, as if nothing happened, "So, come here often?"

Before she could answer, one of the brutish bodyguards of the Hutt grabbed onto his collar, "Ill be right b-" and proceeded to be pulled away by the over-sized, and quite frankly overweight retainer. The Retainer then slammed his large fist into Jake's unprotected face. He was not wearing his armor, but was dressed as a smuggler with a long sleeved bomber pilot jacket. The two of them began to scuffle as Jake attempted to fight him off, close combat was not his strong suit.

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

The Kat'lariah looked at the man who slammed into the bar, her face still flush red from booze, with a general look of disinterest. But when the Hutt's guard grabbed him and started trying to beat the pulp out of him, she couldn't help but lean back against the bar and watch with amusement. She loved a good fight. She grabbed another bottle of some random alcohol from behind the bar and watched, enthused, as the blaster bolts flew around her. When one of the bolts struck her bottle though, she lost her temper, again...the rasp of metal on leather could be heard as she whipped out her revolver and shot the man who had shot the love of her life. Even drunk off of her ass, she could still shoot off the tip of a match.

Placing the heavy metal weapon back onto the bar with a thud she went back to watching the man who'd attempted to act suave get the chit beat out of him by one of her employer's bodyguards. "Watch the right hook."

@...honestly I don't even know who I'm tagging any more | [member="Jake Awaud"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

The sonic grenade sent most of the guards to their knees, their mouths open in screams they themselves could not here on account of their blown eardrums. Fortunately, among the various Nikto present were a handful of Red Nikto, a subspecies that thrived in harsh desert environments full of sandstorms. Their earflaps sealed, allowing them to weather the brunt of the sonic blast without being incapacitated. These handful of guards started firing on [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Karsan Calnov"], and [member="Nicair Claden"] with blasters set to stun.

[member="Tathra Khaeus"] burst into the scene from above and ripped one of their number in half with his bare hands. Hot viscae went everywhere, causing an enormous mess.

[member="Koda Fett"] and [member="Kilum Bralor"] went at the would-be assassins in full Mando-on-Mando action.

And it was right around this time that a ten foot tall Cragmoloid entered the nightclub. The gray skin of his body not hidden by an armorweave vest was cruelly marred by the distinct scarring of lashes. He held a therm-axe in one hand and a shock whip in the other and his beady black eyes promised pain. Behind his massive bulk could be seen even more Kajidic guards.

If there was one thing the Kajidic did not have a short supply of it was slave soldiers ready to be thrown into the meat grinder.

 

[Karsan Munin]

Karsan's ears rang.

His body felt tense.

His armor was repelling some of the energy of the stun shots- but only some. He was convulsing now. Bleeding. Badly.

His head was getting light. Dizzy. The sounds probably concussed him to some degree. Karsan looked over at [member="Kilum Bralor"]. Hateful, trained eyes fell upon the traitor to the Mando'ade. Brothers attacking brothers. The Mandalorians never learned. [member="Koda Fett"] included. He saw who he was. Karsan screamed, through the dense crowd. His scream was a war cry, a harrowing sound that should not have been made by a man.

It was the sound of a broken man reaffirming his belief in nothing but murder.

The grenade exploded at his feet, spreading the adhesive substance all over.

Karsan Calnov, however, was not a man to be so easily subdued by an adhesive grenade. He rotated his wrist, and pointed the standard Super Commando wrist-mounted flamethrower at his feet. A few bursts later, and the adhesive substance had become brittle, and Karsan broke out of it, aided by his arms. His leg was becoming difficult to move. He picked up one of the Retainer's rifles, and weakly placed it against his hip, and suppressed the incoming reinforcements.

Then, the big mother came.

That ugly son of a queen waltzed in to dance.

Karsan didn't have the energy for the old four-four at the moment, however.

The [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] were fine with throwing men into the meat grinder. Karsan was going to turn the handle until they had nothing left. He rotated his rifle towards [member="Jake Awaud"], blasting the Retainer who he was tussling with. Karsan never took the long approach to murder. Everything was precise. He looked over at Nicair, grimacing.

"Need to treat my leg before we get any other ideas."

He hoped the big guy was ready to dance with the devil. Not that he had any doubts that [member="Tathra Khaeus"] couldn't help himself. He slowly stumbled to his feet, and was prepared to move, covered by his comrades who had indeed, come to salt the slug.



[member="Alkor Centaris"] l [member="Simone"] l [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] l [member="Gorba the Hutt"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Tathra lunged forward, barrelling into a group of the [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]. Landing in a crouched position, his right his collided with the gut of the closest Kajidic slave soldier, throwing him off his feet as he caught the slave by his leg, throwing him like a rag doll at the Kajidic opposite him.

​Tathra was almost, bored. Small insects to be crushed were not his priority, still he met them with a ferocity held by only the fiercest of beasts; crushing flesh and bone with no relent. Throwing his body forward, his arm crashed into the neck of another; his fist clasping on the back of his head and thrusting him downward into a gory splat against the nearest hard surface. Another blast from their rifles dug into the skin of his arms, burrowing into the thick hide of his unprotected bicep.

​The mutant growled, his frustration boiling under his skin as he pulled a singular arm up. Reflecting blaster bolts back from whence they came. Putting his mastery of the force on display, as several of the bolts found their place in the chests of their enemies. Ever still as they appeared outmanned and outgunned, but that had never stopped Mandalorians in their past, nor had it ever stopped him in the nine decades he'd been around.

​Tathra grappled one of their own, levying his gun in his own massive hand; spraying inaccurately at those firing at his comrades to draw their fire. But, as it happened; he felt a shock all over his body. A slithering pain that caused his mountainous muscles to spasm in pain and his body to lurch. A whip was tightly wound around his wrist, pulling him backward; causing him to stir and shuffle as his right foot clamped down onto the ground like an anchor, reassessing his position as a ten foot mountain of flesh pulled at him.

​Still, his Mutant strength appeared nigh infinite to the average man; but this ten foot beast was no such thing. Tathra had seen it's kind before, crag's were massive beasts. Powerful warriors, and this one in particular was a slab of scars. Still, all he saw was a bigger mound of flesh and heat.

[member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Jake Awaud"] | [member="Kilum Bralor"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]​

 

[Simone]

The cigarillo moved to her lips again and again as most of the patrons scrambled for exits or to steer clear of the fight. Stray blaster fire peppered the pillar next to her and she granted it nothing more than a cursory glance. So there were how many people involved in this? She wasn't really sure, in the heat of the moment there was a lot happening, she could analyse it and run some facial recognition later. Now though? Now she wanted to get closer.



She flicked the end of the cigarillo into the middle of the fight then, hauled herself over the barriers edge dropping a single storey down to the ground. She rolled as she hit the floor and got to her feet. A blaster swung her way and she held her hands up to show she wasn't armed. Well, she was, but she wasn't planning on getting involved. The rifle switched targets and Simone skirted round. Her visual target was the one who started it all, she wanted a good look at his face.



([member="Karsan Calnov"] too lazy to tag everyone else)

 

[Koda Fett]

Dar'manda, Traitor, so on, and so forth. It was all the same, and it was nothing more than a label- a word. It carried no weight, not to Fett. It was something he had thrown at him ever since his departure from the Mandalorian Empire. It may not have been a smooth exit, but it was one all the same. It claimed countless lives, only five of them worth noting. Although, the name of the old pilot who vaporised the room, placing the ash of man over the armour of Koda, had escaped him. The Mandalorian was never very introspective, and thus his recollection of events were nothing but that: events. No emotions tied to them. Just a moment in time that was sure to be lost to it in the years to come. Supposedly a clean-slate was offered to all Mandalorians, even those that defied Mantis and her new regime. Fett doubted that was extended to him, and even then he wanted none of it. Too stubborn, too prideful. He was content on remaining in his current profession, it was there he served a purpose as the very best money could buy.

Fett's combative stance persisted as he stood alongside Kilum, shifting across to his left as each leg crossed over one another with each step. The Bounty Hunter always preferred a better angle, and to remain on the move made him all the bit harder to strike with returning fire. The mutant Mandalorian to his right remained in his peripheral. It seemed nobody in this galaxy remained dead, and more people held up to a professional standard than before. The last time the black, t-shaped visor of Koda Fett fell upon Bralor was crawling out of a lake of molten lava, his insides exposed with the barrel of a blaster aimed at his skull- well, then there was some interference.

It seemed as if this nightclub was already suffering from a catastrophic level of damage, and so one wrist mounted missile surely couldn't add to too much of the destruction. Even then, Gorba can take it out of his pay which was expensive enough as is. Fett's left hand rapidly departed the upper-portion of his Carbine, now wielding it as if it were a sidearm as his left arm fired a missile from the red-coated gauntlet. The projectile soared through the air with an air piercing whine and a trail following closely behind. It should come to no surprise that it's target was the trio of Mandalorians on the floor ahead. All the while, his Carbine continued to fire.

[member="Karsan Calnov"] - [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] - [member="Jake Awaud"] - [member="Kilum Bralor"] - [member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Simone"] - [member="Gorba the Hutt"] - [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Alkor had strategically rolled the sonic grenade into the fray without getting closer to the others for the same reason he kept his body low. The guards had encircled both [member="Karsan Calnov"] and [member="Nicair Claden"], so positioning himself inside the killbox would have been nothing short of suicidal. Instead, as the fluids in his body slowly ceased to churn, he threw himself out of the way of the wanton blaster fire. It would have been effective against a Jedi, probably, or some no name merc looking to make a name for himself- but against a Mandalorian? These guys wore the armor, but there was a saying that fit spot on.

Ori buy'ce, kih'kovid. All helmet, no head.

The grenade went off in proximity to his allies, and Karsan reacted with a blaze from his flamethrower. Alkor knew that with the other Mandalorian close at hand, the murder minded man would be just fine. He had his own problems to worry about. He raised his sidearm to fire on [member="Koda Fett"] above, when the man raised his arm in a manner Alkor had seen before. [member="Vilaz Munin"] aimed one of his wrist mounted weapons at some nameless Imperial.

He had a split second to react, and his HUD did the dirty work for him. The wrist rocket deployed, and in the same instant, the ear-splitting screech of railgun fire sounded off. It caught the nasty piece of ordinance less than a meter from where it started, setting off a concussive blast dangerously close to Koda and his associate, [member="Kilum Bralor"] - neither of whom Alkor knew, or cared to.

If they were shooting at him, he was shooting back.

 

[Cadmon Geller]

He truly couldn't leave him alone for more than a day could he?

Cadmon had entered the club amidst the chaos, eyes sweeping the club that was starting to look more and more like a war zone for the highest concentration of armed mooks. The thick of all this chit was exactly where [member="Karsan Calnov"] would be, always was. Bringing the carbine slung across his chest out from beneath the long coat, and bringing it to bear on some of [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]'s guards.

The poor bastards were trying to bring in his friend alive, and now they were going to die for it. Geller squeezed the trigger, blaster bolts streaking through the chaos, cutting down several of the guards as the bursts blew holes through whatever bit of flesh they touched. The quick execution would hopefully force the remainder of the guards to break for cover as yet another shooter entered the maelstrom.

But they weren't his biggest concern at the time, whether [member="Koda Fett"] was after his comrade as a result of Mandalorian's resolving all their issues by killing one another, or just for the bounty didn't matter, Calnov could've burned down the man's home and pissed on the ashes for all Cadmon cared, he wasn't going to let the man bring him down.

Sighting up the Mandalorian he depressed the trigger again, sending a hail of blaster fire the bounty hunter's way just after a wrist rocket was loosed. Beskar was tough, he'd learned that the hard way years ago, as such he'd done the best one could to place his shots at the weak points of the armor, gaps at the shoulder, neck and elbows, even if he didn't put Koda down at the very least he'd catch his attention.

If that was a grave mistake or not remained to be seen.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Simone"] - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] - [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] - [member="Kilum Bralor"] - [member="Nicair Claden"] - [member="Jake Awaud"] - [member="Gorba The Hutt"]

 

[Nicair Claden]

The action was getting heavy around him. That wasn't usually a problem and was often something he genuinely relished, but he had one [member="Karsan Calnov"] slung on his shoulder which turned both of them into slower yet well armored targets. He clocked the grenade arching in their direction and he couldn't help but feel discouraged. If it were a stun grenade Nicair would crumble and the armored man atop him would come crashing down and land on him. If it were an explosive Karsan was most likely going to die and Nicair would probably wish he were dead after some of his insides ruptured form the shockwave. He really didn't have to worry long as the creature he had seen before diverted the projectile away from its target. Others started to jump into the fray and gave him the cover he needed.

Nicair's people were physically dense and usually stronger than an average human. That would mean something if the two of them weren't wearing one of the heaviest armors in the galaxy. His progress was slowed, but he powered through enough to make it to a side room. A guard appeared to be hiding there, the coward found his courage once the Mandalorians came to him. He charged, his momentum was stopped by a swift bolt from Nicair's swiped pistol. Dancers had been cowering behind the brute. All female. Nicair must have killed a right proper gentleman.

"Leave, all of you." And they said chivalry was dead. He took the added space and began working on Karsan's leg.

[member="Cadmon Geller"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] | [member="Jake Awaud"] |

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

Location: Kwenn Station​

Engaging: [member="Cadmon Geller"]​

​

Seemed like everyone wanted a piece of the man in green that Kilum wasn't standing far from. He could hardly blame them; Fett was a worthy kill one way or another, and Kilum remembered few people who had done enough damage to him as Koda had. Still, that could prove decent for his own purposes - he wasn't the one taking blaster fire, but he could figure out where it was coming from. Standing somewhat near his now-partner (he had no clue how that had happened) but not too close, he only knew that a wrist rocket had been fired when he heard the whine of the projectile heading downwards, and then whatever it had met.

He couldn't tell exactly, but from what stumbled Bralor and slammed him into a wall side-on was most likely something concussive, if it had that amount of force behind it. He hadn't been totally prepared for the blast either, so who knew whether or not Koda had done something in response? All that Kilum knew is they were getting a lot of blasters pointed at the two of them now, which was about the thing he liked the second least of all. There was at least one other thing that could make it worse, but he wasn't even going to think of it, just in case.

Forcing the pistol back into his holster, Bralor pulled on the strap around his body and yanked up his rifle, aiming down the sights attached as he caught a glimpse of one of the shooters, a human with a carbine. Kilum wasn't sure if he had the clearest shot, but he only had one guy he knew was on his team, and it would be folly to let him die so quickly. He had the Blaster Rifle set to single fire as he began firing back, aiming mainly for around the chest and abdomen of the man he saw. He couldn't say for sure whether the other guy even properly saw him, but he was mostly distracted by Fett, and distracted was always a dangerous thing to be.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Jake Awaud"] | [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Whip wound fast around the opposing monster, Grothma trumpeted satisfaction and cranked up the power on the shock whip, a weapon which - at full power - could kill a being with the slightest touch. Grothma did not intend to kill [member="Tathra Khaeus"], merely render him unconscious.

The other kajidic retainers continued to open fire with stun weapons on the rest of the hostiles inside the club.

Meanwhile, the cameras in the corners of the nightclub were picking up on all the action. A guard inside a security terminal deeper in the station compiled the faces and armor of the antagonists and ran them through a database.

Moments later, hologram projectors and vid screens all across the station flashed. The faces, or armored faces, of [member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Karsan Calnov"], [member="Nicair Claden"], [member="Cadmon Geller"], and Tathra were displayed prominently on every screen, with a bounty reward listed below for 100,000 credits per head.

 

[Jake Awaud]

The man swung for Jake's head and made contact with his jaw that was now in serious pain without the helmet there to protect him. It was a real bad idea to go into this fight without his armor, but it was too late now. The fight was interrupted by a bottle being throw between him and the bouncer by the lovely women he tried to speak with before. When they made eye contact again the bouncer readied himself, [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] spoke about the hook and it was good advise. Jake countered the punch and pushed him off of Jake's person and pulled our his blaster pistol. However, it seemed that [member="Karsan Calnov"] had beaten him to the punch as a blaster burn covered his chest and the bouncer fell to the floor.

Knowing he was now out in the open and available to be picked off, he moved to the bar and jumped to the back of the bar. Once there he noticed that there were now two lovely ladies there when [member="Simone"] had her back turned to him and looking at the fight. He grabbed one of the random bottles from behind the bar and began to watch the fight with them. It seemed like the others had it well in hand. He was just enjoying the view.

[member="Kilum Bralor"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] | [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

"Uh uh, nope" Kat said, reaching back over the bar and takeing the bottle from [member="Jake Awaud"], "You gotta pay for that." She set it down on the counter and picked her pistol back up, pointing it at the man now cowering behind the bar, "So wanna explain to me why my friend there," she gestured to the dead bouncer that had just been shot by one of the Mandalorians, "was trying to beat the shit out of you, cause you're sure as hell not a smuggler, honey."

 

[Cadmon Geller]

Mandos thankfully were hard to miss, and Cadmon hadn't lived as long as he had by not being aware of his surroundings. Even as he let shots off on Koda, he paid just enough mind to [member="Kilum Bralor"] to see him bring his rifle to bear on him. Without missing a beat he hit the deck, the Mando's rifle leaving a clean hole in the wall where he'd once been.

Returning fire was high on the list of priorities, higher was killing one of the [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]'s men who'd managed to flank him. His hand went to his side, and drew his custom made sidearm. In an instant he'd put a magnetically accelerated round through the Suulustan's throat before pushing himself into cover. There wasn't any time to breathe, he squeezed the trigger again as another of the thugs attempted to make a move on him, splattering the opposite wall with the content's of their skull.

Now he had to deal with the Mandalorian.

Snapping upwards he let off a quick shot at the seasoned Mandalorian, the round from his sidearm more likely to do serious damage. If it hit plate, it was liable to leave a serious contusion, if not more severe internal bleeding, and if it caught flesh, well, two corpses attested to what that resulted in. That in mind Mandos in his experience were equal parts stupidly tough, and a pain to hit, meaning his lazy snapshot had been intended to do little more than prevent the man from laying down consistent fire on him.

"The time to leave is now Calnov!" He shouted over the chaos, the once-Blackblade intent on leaving the Cantina in more or less one piece.

Oh and there was a bounty on him now.

So that was good.

[member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Simone"] - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] - [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] - [member="Karsan Calnov"] - [member="Nicair Claden"] - [member="Jake Awaud"] - [member="Gorba The Hutt"] - [member="Koda Fett"]​