Tathra followed a small path, a break in the crowd toward the left hand side of the club, a small VIP upper level overviewing the dance floor. No doubt Calnov could handle whatever situation he got himself into. Tathra however had a deal in place, he was here for his people. Kwenn station's lower levels had been recently used for some strange dealings between Slavers and local mining operations. Or so, those were the shell companies that covered up the activities of those who'd rather not be seen.
It was fortunate that Calnov had decided to pick a fight, it gave Tathra sometime to do what he was here for.
Tathra would pull them out into the light, kicking and screaming. He knew Gorba was the one behind it. Or at the very least, involved or perhaps simply aware of it. Either way, he had more information that Tathra did; for now. The Mutant carried himself up the few steps ahead, golden eyes checking his right as he saw what many would consider a more 'candid' type of enforcer. Three total, at the top of the staircase, on his right. One, checking his com and alerting the others to Tathra's movement.
There was a deal going on, behind those doors. A deal, a barter of the flesh and bone of his species. He felt his lower lip tremble, a tremor under his hardened skin as his eyes settled on the three armed bouncers guarding the doorway. The Dravalan had been caste down by their own home, Solaris was destroyed in a brutal cataclysm that left his people destitute and without leadership. It tore at his soul, for so many years he'd been a puppet while his own suffered. He may have been a Mutant, an outcast. But that only made him stronger.
Three lowly humans weren't about to stop him. After all, all he could see was heat and flesh. They were just sacks of meat to him, not people. He had to get close, to see their features. But even then, the importance was lost on him.
"Move, or you will be moved." He gave a single warning, however none of the three moved.
At least, not away. The first, ahead of the other two held a rifle across his chest, attempting to rise the weapon to aim at the Mutant. However, with surprising speed, his massive rock like fingers had grappled the barrel of the weapon, its form bending in his grasp as he pulled back and thrust his knuckles into the bouncers chest, knocking him off his feet and into the doorway which Tathra wished to pass through.
The second bouncer to his left didn't even have time to react, Tathra's fist cracked the side of his skull open like a grape whilst the last bouncer to his right aimed and attempted to fire, Tathra's free hand moved back; grappling over the muzzle of the blaster pistol. Still, the bouncer fired, the blast's sound almost entirely nullified by Tathra's hand and the music. Tathra's other hand swung back around, an overarching strike that took the third bouncer off his feet, knocking him back into a small corner table.
Tathra threw his fist into the corner of the doorway, bending the metal enough to get his hand in, pushing it open by force. Tathra hunched down, feeling some slight desperation as he saw nothing from the glimpse he caught, throwing his form into the door, warping the door so much that it nearly broke from its hinges as he burst into the room with a stumble.
Empty.
[member="Simone"] | [member="Nekana Quane"] | @A'Runda | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Cradossk"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Karsan Calnov"]