Faction If You Were a Whiskey, Girl, I'd Be a Damn Drunk

[Katarine Ryiah]

Planet: Anoth
Location: Neon Moon Saloon
Intent: To join the Judges of the Outer Rim as a deputy

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Lately Katarine had been spending almost all of her time in the Outer Rim. The former Jedi didn't feel she really fit into the Jedi of this age, and while she was on a quest to find her purpose she also needed to eat and the Outer Rim provided a lot of employment opportunities. The galaxy had changed so much in 800 years, and waking up from an enchanted sleep only to find that the Empire fell, the Rebellion won, and a billion other things had happened was quit the culture shock. Needless to say, the woman needed a drink.

She was sitting at the bar, minding her own business and drinking some smoking drink the bar tender had recommended. It was a little strong for her liking, but it seemed really popular with the locals. One table was so full of smoking shots you could barely see the faces of the Duros drinking. Her deep green eyes were peering through the cloud of smoking beverages when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a large human man smiling at her. He was wearing a leather jacket with so many little bells on it he jingled every time he twitched.

"Let me buy you a drink?"

She smiled apologetically. "Not today. Thanks anyway."

"Oh don't be like that. You got a boyfriend?"

She wrinkled her nose as a powerful smell of whiskey wafted from his breath. Clearly the man had knocked back a few to work up the courage to talk to the women in the bar. She'd already seen him ask one other girl, who unfortunately was in the cantina with her girlfriend and obviously not interested in the male variety of life.

"No thanks." She slid from her bar stool, and turned her back to him, intending to walk away when suddenly she felt his hand clasp her shoulder. She spun around and with a snaphiss the Cantina was lit with the glow of her ancient white lightsaber. She twirled the weapon around the man and for a split second he sat there with his mouth open, until the cantina was full of the sounds of hundreds of little bells falling off the mans smoking jacket. He glanced down at the floor to see the little bells had fallen in a neat little pattern.

As his lips sounded out the words he seemed to come to his senses and glared at her. "This was a new jacket and you've just tore a bunch of holes in it!"

"Well now it will make a nice net." She deactivated her lightsaber, but a second latter wished she hadn't as the man pulled a blaster on her. She hadn't planned on starting a bar fight today but since when had life ever gone according to plan?

 

[Zak Amroth]

"Dank ferrik its cold out there!"

Zak kicked the cantina door open. He dusted ice off his wide brimmed hat entirely oblivious to the rapidly escalating showdown just a few paces away. He was dressed in spacer's rags that made him look more like a scavenger or vagrant than a respectable lawman. Two very large heavy blasters dangled loosely against his hips. A faded aurodium star drooped over the kiffar's swoop jacket.

"I don't suppose any of you upstanding citizens could spare some...coaxium..." he trailed off.

Comprehension slowly dawned on him that Katarine Ryiah was being held at blaster point. His brow twisted uncomfortably with effort. A damsel in distress! Good thing he hadn't listened to his zeltron deputy when she repeatedly reminded him to refuel before jumping through Wild Space. This kind of lawlessness just wouldn't do. Not on his watch.

"I can bring you in warm," Sheriff Amroth flashed a confident grin, "Or I can bring you in-"

A bar stool shattered across the lawman's back. Flashy duros had friends. He stumbled forward into a running dive kick that sailed harmlessly past the blaster toting alien and into the surprised face of an innocent bystander. That was when all hell broke loose and the cantina descended into a free for all.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Well that didn’t work. Her saviors kicked missed and the bar erupted into duels. Everywhere there were shouts about who owed who money, who had slept with whose wife, who looked at who funny, and all manner of scoundrel excuses to brawl... not that they needed many. From what Kat could see these people loved a good fight.

The alien who had her at blaster point hit her upside the head with his blaster, and she stumbled backward into the bar. She grabbed the remains of her smoking drink and tossed it in the mans eyes, who let out a cry of pain and dropped his gun. Katarine kicked it across the room and then turned to check on her new friend, just in time to trip the person who was about to smash another bar stool over the mans head.

“Maybe we should get out of here Officer Friendly.”

Zak Amroth

 

[Zak Amroth]

Zak lurched around in surprise and swung a confused hook at Katarine Ryiah which she easily dodged. His fist connected unintentionally with another one of shiny jacket's goons. He shook his hand in pain. This was far from his first bar fight and things were actually going pretty well so far. Usually a lot more things were on fire by now. Just another day in the Territories.

“Maybe we should get out of here Officer Friendly.”

"That's Sheriff Friendly!" he shouted back at Katarine over the din, "There's a speeder out front I think I can hotwire."

Grabbing the Qektoth bio-disruptor on his left hip, Amroth suppressed a shudder of revulsion as organic tendrils slithered around his wrist. He aimed it at the nearest power relay and unleashed an arc of lightning that overloaded the cantina generator's measly energy grid. Everything plummeted into darkness. Zak snatched the young woman's wrist and started clearing a path outside with a few more wild haymakers.

 

[Kara Munroe]

Kara wasn't on Anoth. Not officially, as the Alliance didn't really have sway on Anoth, or rights to perform any action there.

Officially, Kara was training at a base in the Deep Core, and was out of communications for several months until the training ended.

Unofficially, Kara was tracking a subject that had been linked to recent terrorist actions throughout Alliance space, Ponce Qorvid, including several where he was actively caught on video and by witnesses in the act. They had him dead to rights, so long as he ended up stepping foot inside Alliance space and got physically caught. It was Kara's mission to see to it that such a thing happened.

She'd been sitting in the bar, spacers leathers covered her and she had a mid range blaster at her hip. The cover was easy enough, sit in a bar and drink until you become background noise. Move in and exfil once everyone is nice and relaxed, or sooner if another attack is found to be happening.

Easy, until one of Qorvid's goons tried getting handsy with a woman who objected and someone with a badge, guns, and a hero complex helped her. Now a brawl was happening.

'Could be worse, it's easy to become background if you throw punches in a random bar brawl.' She thought to herself and stood with a grin. The knuckles of her gloves were reinforced with thin plates of duranium and reinforced her wrist when she had it in a fist.

Kara waded into the fray with a bit more glee than was professional. She'd grown up fighting in chaotic tussles like this, hadn't seen anything like an organized battle until she'd transferred from the Coruscant militia to the GA military.

She had form, but also flowed with the fight. She'd sway to let a stray punch go by, then slam a quick combo of jabs into armpits and ribs, bringing down bruisers and opportunists alike as she made for the exit. She didn't know why she was moving towards the exit, just felt like that was where she'd be needed. Turned out pretty good as Qorvid popped up from behind the bar aiming a nasty looking scattergun at the pair that started the ruckus from their blind side.

'Feth, I hope this doesn't blow my cover...' She thought as she stepped up onto a barstool, then onto the bar, and planted the heel of her boot against the place where his cheek bone and bridge of his nose met. A soft, wet crunch preceded the man crumpling to the floor. Another goon tried to grab her, and she rode him to the ground, knuckles hitting face, collar bone, shoulder, skull, anything to remove his advantage.

She dragged her knee up into his chin for good measure after they landed, and as she moved to walk past where they landed. He grabbed for her leg, but another kick laid him out cold.

Hands grabbed and swung at her, and she moved in a more defensive position, now moving towards the exit in earnest.

She found herself behind the odd couple, and pushed them ahead of her. A bottle flew out of the crowd, hitting her in the back as she stumbled.

"This crowd isn't going to calm down, I suggest we move." She needed them out of her way at the very least, so she could get out. The problem of her cover would need to be handled after. 'Maybe I can salvage this is I hang onto these two...dank ferrik I hope I didn't kark this up.'

Zak Amroth | Katarine Ryiah​

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

In a blur thru exited the bar, seemingly adding one more to their number on the way. Once outside, she spotted the alleged speeder. It was a midsized clunker but could easily seat four people, and theoretically get them out of there.

One hot wired session latter they were on the move. The speeder made a soft popping noise and Kat felt sure if there was a check engine light it would be blinking like mad.

“Well that was fun.” She was in the backseat, dabbing at her bloody nose with a rag.

Kara Munroe Zak Amroth

 

[Zak Amroth]

"This crowd isn't going to calm down, I suggest we move."

"Don't worry citizen! I have everything under-"

Zak took a stray hit to his face that almost laid him out flat. Their escape from the bar after that was something of a blur. He was dimly aware of being hauled outside while hollering unintelligible curses at their assailants. He tossed himself over the speeder's hood in an entirely unnecessary action slide and tumbled headfirst into the driver's seat.

A few more seconds of sparks, muttered cursing, and skeptical looks shared between Katarine Ryiah and Kara Munroe before they were off at a clip. There was a lot of swerving and shouting for him to pay attention before the Sheriff uprighted himself. He fumbled around nervously in his swoop jacket for a pack of cigarras.

“Well that was fun.”

"Good thing I was here to save both your lives!" even though it sounded like a joke the look on Zak's face was completely serious, "Name's Zak! Zak Amroth. Guess you could call me the lawman round these parts."

There was little time for anything more than brief introductions before energy bolts started whizzing by their heads.

"Dank ferrik these guys just don't give up!" he glanced in frustration out of the speeder's rear view mirror, "Hang on!"

He slammed down on the accelerator as far as it could go, desperate to put some distance between them and flashy duros who along with his crew were approaching fast in a bulky looking landspeeder of their own. Without glancing back, Amroth fumbled for his particle blaster and offered it to Katarine.

"I don't suppose you know how to use one of these, ma'am?"

 

[Kara Munroe]

Kara had settled into the front passenger seat, and instantly her blaster was out. She did a nearly unconscious check to make sure it was locked and loaded before turning to the driver. She'd been used to erratic driving, and figured it'd be at least an ironic way to go out, seeing as she got herself into fights on practically a whim.

"Kara." She stated, smirking and ignoring the bit about him saving them. She took a deep breath, pausing to let the woman in the backseat join the introductions.

Then a blaster bolt scored the seat just over her shoulder. She instinctively ducked her head and cast a look over her shoulder.

"No, they have a hard on for trouble." She spoke in a voice that said she found their pursuers annoying. She twisted her body, wedging herself so her back was pressed into the dashboard and her feet pushed into her seat.

She let her training and instinct take over, and started letting blaster bolts answer the fire aimed their way. She let a brief pause go between each shot, letting her blaster realign from the slight kick her blaster had.

"You got a hideout or trick up your sleeve? There's more of them than us."

Zak Amroth | Katarine Ryiah​