Drone Strike Me, Please

[Koda Fett]

It seemed as if Koda was rather popular, or unpopular. Depends on the way you look at it.

A flurry of blaster fire came his way, perhaps too much for comfort, and that was saying something. From this side of the galaxy to the next, the Mandalorian had battled armies of the dark side, the light, the independent and unaligned. Fett had more experience than most, be sure of that. Seen it all, done it all- even for a man who was technically seventeen. Accelerated ageing, and then removing such a thing, it was all a tricky process that Fett had neither the time or understanding to explain. The Kaminaons did. Have a question? Go see the pale, long necked freaks that reside beyond the Rishi Maze.

His own rocket had blown up not too far from him, but it had reached a distance to where it wasn't lethal. Reactions such as that are unheard of, and nigh impossible. The blast had some force behind it, after all it was designed to kill. Fett was nearly knocked off of his feet, but was fortunate enough to grasp a hold of the relatively thin pilled beside him, holding him in place. Even lowering himself down into a crouched position, behind the railing that seemed more akin to a low-wall. Entirely concealed.

From there, the Mandalorian creeped across undetected. Always searching for the better position to rain down fire from upon. Although, this did mean there was less blaster fire and explosive ordinance pressuring them. Maybe they had the time to find cover now. There wasn't a chance that Koda was allowing them to escape now, though. Not with those bounties on their heads. Hell, Fett was rather content with the prospect of turning on his 'allies' to claim the reward. Then again, Fett already had more than enough credits to last a while.

[member="Cadmon Geller"] - [member="Alkor Centaris"] - [member="Tathra Khaeus"] - [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] - [member="Karsan Calnov"] - @Nicair Claden - [member="Jake Awaud"] - [member="Gorba the Hutt"] - [member="Kilum Bralor"] - [member="Simone"] - [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Jake Awaud]

Jake was about to take a swig of the fine red liquid to have [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] take it from his grip. Expecting to be greeted by a waterfall of strong liquid of unknown taste and expecting it to burn. He felt nothing.

Looking down he was greeted with instead the dangerous end of a blaster and the rather stunning face of a more then likely female holding said blaster. Jake for a second believed this women had to be Mandalorian, and that this was possible love. However, he was asked a question. Placing his blaster on the bar and raising his hands slowly while the fight around him continued to go on, he answer the question. "To be honest, I don't know, I was paid to make sure he does not die, so unless he looks like he needs help, I am content with staying out of it for as long as possible," He looked to both sides to make sure he could continue without harmed, "The info I was given was the Cabal put a hit out on him, and I was paid double to keep him alive, and the one I work for defiantly can pay that."

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Tathra felt the whip, pulling at him as the Cragmoloid thug pulled with all his weight behind him, powering up the intensity of the shock whip to potentially fry Tathra, however as any Dravalan; he was tougher than your average person. His thick volcanic hide of mutated skin made for a good insulator, absorbing a large amount of the whips effects as waves of the whips intense electrical current flowing over him.

​But Tathra was massive, a gargantuan mountain of muscle covered in a thick hide. The current was powerful, powerful enough to potentially knock out most species. But pain, was an old friend. Every part of him was in pain, from his disease to the use of the mag-coils in his suit, pain wasn't anything new.

​Tathra hunched, wincing for a moment as he wrapped his other hand around the whip, with a defiant growl he pulled; yanking back with enough strength to rip any old Cragmoloid in two. He'd bring the fierce beast to heel.

The [member="Bareesh Kajidic"] were incurring many loses, however he doubted they were so much as putting a dent in.

[member="Cadmon Geller"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Kilum Bralor"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Koda Fett"] |​

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Kat scrutinized the man closely as he told her he really didn't care to fight until his job actually required it. That was something she could at least understand. Kat placed her slugthrower down beside the man's blaster with a solid thud and took a swig out of the bottle she had confiscated from him, as stray blaster bolts flew right over her head, close enough for her to feel the heat. Corellian Brandy, good stuff. She handed him the bottle before leaning her elbows on the bar, "Alright fine. Who's 'he' though? Lots of people to put a hit out on in here."

[member="Jake Awaud"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Success was a fickle and flighty mistress, but Alkor seemed to be good at wooing her. The rocket exploded with some room to spare, and it sent the two men in Mandalorian armor onto the defensive. All things considered, they were the most dangerous enemy in the room, and preventing them from mounting a devastating, coordinated attack was a critical victory. He took no time to gloat or relish in it, however. [member="Karsan Calnov"] and [member="Nicair Claden"] holed up in a side room, presumably to stem the bleeding and apply some sort of makeshift splint. Whatever they elected to do, Alkor hoped they did it fast. They were deep behind enemy lines, and the number of Huttspawn trash multiplied like Porgs. Even the heartist small group of Ori'ramikade would have trouble fighting there way out with a line that dense between them and freedom.

He disliked his odds of getting anywhere close to the target, however. With the paranoia ramped to maximum and a well-paid militia of hired hands on deck, the Crime Lord would be nigh untouchable, even for a skilled assassin. He blinked out a few commands as he hurried to hug the wall and break line of sight from both [member="Koda Fett"] and [member="Kilum Bralor"] . From their position, anything beneath them was very likely out of their range- and that meant Alkor could focus on the massing threat and hopefully create an avenue for escape.

"Look, Calnov," he spoke slowly, methodically, "tactical advance to the rear. We can't press on in this shape. You need proper treatment, and that Hutt is too well protected to reach without a healthy fireteam. We're going to have to look for a better opening later." As he spoke, he raised the sidearm and let loose a shot toward the Cragmaloid's ([member="Bareesh Kajidic"] ) massive form. [member="Tathra Khaeus"] could probably hold his own, but a railgun to the head was a sure thing more often than not.

The stunned patrons of the bar began to stir, and several of them managed their way to their feet, albeit shakily. He doubted the gangsters had much of a care about collateral damage, but they would provide some cover if the team desperately needed it. In an "us or them" situation, Alkor had very few reservations about civilian casualties. Vode came first. Always.

"I've got your six, Claden. Get him out, the rest of us will cover you, then be right behind." His HUD searched the room for various passageways and attempted to slice the network security for a quick route to the hangar. If he could manage that, they might get out of this mess with little to no loss. Aside from blood, anyway.

Stun bolts from the gangsters fired toward him, and Alkor grabbed one of the unsteady male Twi'lek patrons by the arm. "Hey- hey! Let me go!" The helmeted Mandalorian gave no immediate reply as a wave of unstable energy surged toward them and he tore the unfortunate victim in front of him. Human shield.

The current ripped through his body and Alkor felt the man go limp. He was shaking uncontrollably. "You got it," he finally murmured as he dropped the flimsy man to the floor. Thanks to the DION Fiber in his armor, Alkor felt little to nothing from the contact shock, but his HUD registered the voltage just the same. He'd have to watch out for that.

"No one get stunned," he warned. "I'm not carrying your arse out of here." He glanced toward [member="Cadmon Geller"] and fired into the red Nikto indiscriminately. At this point, they were beyond no prisoners. "You leaving with us, bur'cya? I doubt there's any beer here with your name on it now."

 

[Nicair Claden]

They didn't have much time, Nicair knew it. He didn't have much in the way of medical supplies that weren't inside his armor. Fortunately one of the dancers had been practically petrified by fear and eventually fainted. He was busy keeping pressure on Karsan's leg wound and thus couldn't afford to leave it behind for long. With one hand to stop the bleeding he reached with his other, stretching himself out. His grip wasn't very good at first, just a toe. Once he got the dead weight moving he was able to advance to her ankle. Her skirt was thick and long, enough for a tourniquet as well as bandages around the wound. He didn't much want to move the leg and was slightly worried what straightening it would do but the choice had been taken from them.

He took his tomahawk and placed it against the leg. It wasn't completely straight but it would have to do for a makeshift splint. His favor turned as the woman began to wake up, Nicair had a fairly good idea what she would think with him cutting up her skirt. He groaned and picked up the disruptor blaster pistol. She screamed first.

"No no no please, gods! Let go of me! Help!" She kicked away from him and pressed herself against the far wall. Nicair hated this.

"Stop screaming. Stop. You'll bring them here and I'll have to kill them. Is that what you want? I need pieces of your skirt to keep this one from dying. Do you really want more people to die? What would your family think if you were the reason people died unnecessarily?" He had to assume she didn't have his upbringing. The wheels were turning in her head. She bowed her head and slumped her shoulders before scooting herself over. He put the blaster on the opposite side just for good measure. It took him a couple minutes but the splint was done. Picking up the blaster and the next to dead man, he prepared himself for a last charge.

"Wait! What about me?" He groaned again.

"I can wound you. They might not hurt you if you're wounded." Yes they would. She curled up in a ball underneath the seats.

"Centaris, moving now. Better be ready." He moved his body so that way Karsan was as far off the ground as possible yet still allowing Nicair to move quickly. He took off into the firefight outside, shooting as he went.

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

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

Location: Kwenn Station​

Engaging: [member="Cadmon Geller"]​

​

The kid had more punch than he'd thought.

Geller's fire hit plate, and Bralor felt the breath blown out of him for just a moment as he stumbled back. Whoever he was up against, he was a decent shot. As the man's face came up on a screen displayed above, he had the name burnt into his brain. Geller. Not bad, then. The bruise was going to sting. His healing tended to do better with more serious damage; things like a contusion lasted longer, even if it was less than what a regular being would be going through. He glanced around through his rifle's sights, unable to see [member="Alkor Centaris"] or [member="Karsan Calnov"] anymore.

It was a problem, but not a massive setback. For now, anyway. He had selected his quarry, and his heads-up-display, along with Ravage, seemed to update to match as the AI began running through lines and lines of data, analyzing every last piece it could find. "Quarry is: Cadmon Geller. Connection to First Order Stormtrooper Corps, believed Special Forces connection. Likely close quarters specialist." Kilum took that, not as a challenge, but as potential. To challenge Cadmon where he felt confident, where he was most sure of what was right and what was wrong. Even if he wasn't the CQB artist Ravage thought, Kilum was going for it anyway. He rushed forward, leaping off the ledge and landing amongst the crowd, rolling as he did to absorb the shock.

He began approaching Geller's position rapidly, towards where he had seen him standing as he quickly changed to burst fire. "This course of action is not recommended." Kilum kept rushing forward anyway, using the crowd as his mobile cover and staying amongst them; the more people this potential bounty killed by accident, the higher his price would be, in the end. The others would come later, or Fett would have them. They were scattering now. "Noted."

He missed this life.

[member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Tathra Khaeus"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Cadmon Geller]

If Cadmon had heard [member="Kilum Bralor"]'s AI, he might've been the slightest bit offended. He'd been a Stormtrooper with the first Sith Empire in recent memory, and the One Sith, but it hadn't taken long for him to work himself into the Blackblade Guard. It was there, as the personal army of House Zambrano, that he met and befriended [member="Karsan Calnov"], where the two had been through hell side by side. He wasn't proud of what they'd done, he was fairly sure Karsan wasn't either, but they had earned the fearsome reputation that came with it, so being linked to the First Order would've been the slightest bit irksome. That in mind it wasn't uncommon for databases to get Stormies mixed up what with all the factions that used them.

It was right about the close quarters bit though.

He kept his eye on the dark armored Mandalorian, cursing as he dropped into the crowd. This one was smart. Some people who called Mandalore their home, or at the very least wore the armor, had a tendency to tout their ideas about honor, some to the point where it made an easy exploit. This was not one of those Mandalorians so it seemed.

Cadmon rose to his feet, and activated his personal deflector shield. The carbine would be left discarded on the floor, the gauss hand cannon would be preferable at this range, as would the knife that he freed from its sheath with his open hand. Wordlessly, Geller moved into the crowd as well, ready to meet Bralor halfway.

 

[Karsan Munin]

As his leg was treated, and the bleeding stopped, Karsan felt weak and light-headed. Blood loss had done it's job, rendering Karsan rather incapable of fighting effectively on his own. His vision was blurry, his body felt weak- and he was outnumbered. Outgunned.

But never outclassed.

He was carried outside, amidst the screaming patrons of the joint. [member="Cadmon Geller"] was still inside, fighting the good fight. If only he hadn't been so reckless and so rudely shot, he would've been fine. He wondered if in fact, the lieutenant he had been after had been killed in the firefight. More than likely, in all that insanity. Karsan breathed deeply, reaching for a weapon which wasn't there.

"Land speeder. Seats four. Three blocks away. Two rights and a left. Need to get out of there."

[member="Kilum Bralor"] l [member="Alkor Centaris"] l [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Koda Fett]

Greed and Glory: it was the Bounty Hunter's ultimate vice. With all the quarries he had captured during his tenure as a hunter of man he had accumulated a considerable amount of credits, enough to retire young and live comfortably. Not a bad plan for a man who was, by technicality, only seventeen. That was always an odd thing to remember. Then again, some might argue he had too much experience in his respective field; spending the first ten years of his life training for combat, spending three as an advanced recon commando in a war that engulfed the galaxy, and another four pursuing the most dastardly of figures across the galaxy, and finding himself in possession of a reputation that labeled him as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. Not many could contend with the prices he demanded, the sheer number of individuals he had captured, the fear he instilled.

Yet, even now, he thrust himself into action after men that had dangerous reputations of their own.

The Mandalorian had flickered his eyes within his helmet with precision, forcing the jetpack on his back to activate. The flames from within ignited violently, flowing into the twin exhausts and roaring aloud. Propelling him into the air. His proverbial eye was fixated upon Nicair and Karsan. He shuffled along the second floor, coming to a window that he peered out through and towards the outside. Of everything he saw outside, the Mandalorian watched one assist another. His crush gaunt adorned right arm thrust itself through the window for the brief moment he relinquished his grip upon the Carbine before snatched at it once more. Meanwhile, his left gauntlet took aim.

His Heads Up Display took full effect, linked in it's entirety to the wrist-rocket launcher on his gauntlet. The Fragmentation Missile was had it's signal locked onto Niciar, knowing that Calnov was wounded already. He didn't particularly want them dead, a live target was preferred. Fett let it loose, and the rocket pierced the air, moving with a whine. It was always difficult to react to, and perhaps it was stopped, but then he'd go again, and again, and again. There was simply no escape.

@Niciar Claden - [member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

The Kajidic retainers continued to loose rapid and indiscriminate volleys of stun bolts at the intruders, intent on bringing them down. The bodies piled up, but for every Vodran, Nikto, or Klatooinian war thrall who fell, two more flooded in from corridors to take their place. They came in through side entrances, exits, and of course the front entrance of the club, desperately trying to hem in and neutralize the threats.

Overhead, a massive hologram of Gorba yelled something incomprehensible in Huttese, his one good eye practically bulging out of his head with anger.

Meanwhile, Grothma stood his ground as the horned foe sought to tug him off balance. He might as well have tried to uproot a Wroshyr tree. The ten foot tall Bareesh General planted his half-ton bulk in a squat and slid forward a half meter. With a flick of his scarred thumb, the former gladiator set his whip to full power. Voltage coursed through the coil wrapped around [member="Tathra Khaeus"]' arm, enough to kill a grown human. Potentially enough to bring the other colossus to his knees.


[member="Kilum Bralor"] | [member="Cadmon Geller"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]