Neon Slummings

[Lan-Dai Navras]

The night was coming down fairly fast, or so it was perceived. The Coruscant skyline dimmed as night began to fall over the planet-sized city.

Moving silently, almost aimlessly, was a figure shrouded in mystery, concealed beneath a hooded cloak. To most pedestrians and bystanders of all shapes and species, this figure could've been a ghost, a mercenary, or a refugee...... If they paid any attention at all.........

Truth of the matter was, that the figure so well hidden under that hood and cape was an Emerallian Jedi Padawan, a senior one a that who had reached the pinnacle of his training under his master on Iktotch before he dissappeared inexplicably. Since then he had become a traveler, searching for him uncertain of what he would find. Lan-Dai Navras was his name, and he was, in fact, searching for a place where he could re-stock his supplies. While he hadn't run out, Lan-Dai was always known for planning ahead.

Whispers and murmurs from both sides were barely audible amid the rising commotion of Coruscant nightlife. However, the uneasiness of several in his vicinity was more than apparent. It did not take long for Lan-Dai to perceive that he was being either watched, followed, or perhaps both. As he walked further in his current direction, the more the Emerallian saw that he was no longer in what would be called the main city, stepping closer and closer into the more decadent slums of Coruscant. The street air became more polluted with each step forward, bright signs of neon began to advertise otherwise "unworthy" establishments, and those standing near suggested by their apparel that they were all in the mood for vice, either to acquire it, or to offer it.

Lan-Dai's earlier suspicions were aroused when he saw from the corner of his eye a fairly large kaleesh walk hurriedly in his direction, and sensed another being approaching fast from behind. Under his cloak one hand already gripped his lightsaber, and the other was already placed on the handle of his S-5, his preferred blaster. His suspicions were quelled, however, when both subjects closed in on a zeltron night worker close enough to him. The kaleesh grabbed the poor, defenseless girl by her throat, while a chiss who came from behind began to search her, taking advantage to fondle her under her scanty outfit. Pausing dead in his tracks, Lan-Dai simply side stepped from within his cloak as she tried to scream for help among the street dwellers who decided to turn a blind eye to her plight. Having gotten the distance and angle necessary, Lan-Dai leapt at the kaleesh from the right side, his body still concealed by his cloak, and turning in midair he dealt a snap kick that instantly pried him off of the zeltron girl and sent him flying several yards with the wind knocked out of him. The zeltron slumped to the floor as she struggled to catch her breath and composure as the chiss charged at Lan-Dai. Taking out a gauntlet protected right forearm from inside his cloak, Lan-Dai simply grabbed the chiss' arm as he threw a punch and began to pull him forward as he dealt a punch of his own to his abdomen that instantly left him unable to breathe. Delivering a chop to the back of his neck, Lan-Dai allowed him to drop to the floor.

The Emerallian then stepped forward to the zeltron girl's assistance, but she rose as fast as she could and turned to run from the scene in fear. Something about her demeanor suggested that she was not afraid of Lan-Dai, but of what would likely follow after what transpired. Looking around, Lan-Dai saw more than one now coming closer and closer. The S-5 still in his hand, he aimed upwards and fired the grappling hook and allowed it to pull him up just as more than one who had approached began to open fire on him. Reaching a low rooftop, Lan-Dai turned to run from the scene as he went deeper into the slums.

Back on the street, beings of several species were helping the kaleesh and chiss to their feet once more. A zabrak was speaking through a commlink.

"Who is this guy???? Who dares to interfere in our business??? He's heading south towards the run down rancor nightclub... Find him, and bring him back so that we can teach him some manners!!!!"

This was all the Zabrak said as he looked up in Lan-Dai's direction, a manhunt was now underway......

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

The Airspeeder trudged through the sky. It bounced, the airspeeder's main repulsor lift was just out of sync enough to provide the passengers inside a rougher ride than normal. The windows were almost competely boarded up, but in this side of Coruscant that was more of a requirement for safety and privacy than it was a luxury. The orange sunset outside filtered inside along with the new twinkling lights of the rising buildings. It fell across cold beskar, durasteel blasters, and T-slit visors. The two armored figures inside moved without a word, checking their weapons, securing their gear and preparing for one last run. One was slightly more lithe, her black armor was marked with several scorches and pocks from past fights. The other was a hulk of a man, his armor was crimson and black.

She ratcheted a round into her Ghost shatter rifle before sitting back. He gave her a nod as he clipped a pair of stun grenades onto his belt and sat across from her. Gradually the light shifted from orange to colors of bright pink, blue, green, and yellow as they made their way to the target, in the very depths of hell.

The aged speeder at last came to a halt, stopping over a squat building's skylight. From inside, laser lights pulsed, a fog machine obscured most of the club's interior but the thumping music could still be heard--and felt.

The man moved, wrenching the airspeeder's door open with his hand. Cold air laced with toxic fumes whipped in. His helmet looked to the woman with two words, "Oya, Virgil."

She placed a hand on his shoulder echoing the statement, "Oya, Ardgal."

Ardgal propelled himself into air, plummeting quickly. The glass skylight shattered under him, sending shards everywhere. His Jetpack kicked in, halting the warrior in mid air. His HUD scanned the fleeing patrons bellow as Ardgal looked for a specific person. Someone wanted a crimelord named Verish Amask dead, and for 3 million Ardgal would make sure of it. A hail of blaster fire from several of the patrols whipped around him. A few landed on his armor, harmlessly glancing off his beskar. Most were too drunk or high to even shoot straight.

"Ardgal," Virgil's voice came over his com. She fired a round, one of the bouncers' heads errupted in a blast of gore. Her Ghost shatter rifle was designed to cut through armor, flesh didn't stand a chance. She ratcheted another round in the chamber. A second shot ripped open another's chest cavity. What little was left of his lungs spilled out in a scarlet mass. "Ardgal, we have to speed this up.".

"Got him." The Mandalorian raised his rifle, centering his sites on the prey. As his finger began to wrap around the trigger, a blaster hit his jetpack head on. One of the fuel cells inside blasted, Ardgal rocketed head first through one of the walls. The duracrete was sent everywhere as he barreled through it.

"Damn it," Ardgal muttered. His cyborg implants took over. The mechanical ability and skills that had been hardwired in for the warrior's ensured success was enough to make him live through this and so much worse. The knuckle plate from Ardgal's hand extruded, slicing through his jetpack's harness. The cyborg went free falling. His other hand extended, a whipcord from his gauntlet. It wrapped around a fire exit, shifting Ardgal's trajectory entirely towards a safe balcony.

Suddenly a swoop came out of nowhere. Its prop hit Ardgal's line head on, jerking him away entirely. For severl moments he spiraled through the air, finally crashing to the ground. He rose to his feet, tapping the comm on his helmet live, "Virgil?" Nothing. He tapped it again, "Virgil?" Again silence.

Ardgal was all alone and completely lost.

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[Lan-Dai Navras]

Leaping silently from one low rooftop to the next, Lan-Dai Navras sought to gain some distance from the crowd whose attention he had drawn. Stopping at one rooftop that connected to a larger edifice that at a glance appeared to be vacant, Lan-Dai took the risk to survey his surroundings and begin plotting his next course of action if he was going to make it out of these slums in one piece. Stepping into the inside of the ruins of what used to be a building, Lan-Dai paused to collect himself and tried to reason. What had happened happened too fast for anyone's taste, and not too much could be made out of anything. Two thugs tried to either shake down or harass what Lan-Dai perceived to be a night worker, Lan-Dai intervened, then several others immediately nearby approached with the intent of retaliating against the Emerallian.

Thus far, the only conclusion that could be drawn was that Lan-Dai unknowingly stepped into gang territory, or activity at least. While he could have taken them all with minimal effort, the more prudent course was to step back and assess the territory better so that he would have a better idea of the odds he would be facing off against. Double checking his belt, it was still fairly stocked, as were his holsters and the concealed compartments they carried.

Lan-Dai was about to venture forth inside, where some sort of music and commotion could be heard when he heard a crash nearby. Instinctively he dashed to the edge of the rooptop he found himself in to see what happened, and saw a Mandalorian clad in armor whose color scheme was similar, yet darker to his own. Were he not currently being hunted, Lan-Dai may have even approached him. However, time was a factor that could not be ignored, so Lan-Dai simply used the S-5 to descend slowly downwards between a small alleyway and make his way into the building connected to where he had been. The sounds coming from within clearly denoted some sort of nightclub, the perfect place to gather information..... and perhaps a drink.

Looking back to the Mandalorian across the street who had managed to rise to his feet, Lan-Dai mused briefly before turning to enter.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Ardgal was a super soldier trained, drilled, and altered to survive any situation, no matter how impossible. As a cyborg he was the best of both the cool, calculated precision of a droid and the intuitive skills of an organic warrior. First step, systems check. His rifle was operable, his pistols were operable. The warrior had lost one of his three grenades in the process of falling, his jetpack, of course, was gone. Aside from minor damage to his armor and his com's offline status, all else was functioning at 99.38% capacity.

He had survived worse. Ardgal knew that attacking a vice den like that would attract immediate attention, he had to find a spot to lay low for a few moments until the parties that be down here began to draw undue attention to him. He knew Virgil would go to their Evac point as soon as things went to hell, he had full confidence in her ability to survive. The warrior had 6 hours before she would come looking for his corpse.

The beskar clad warrior slipped into a nearby club. His helmet automatically dampened the blaring music that threatened to damage his hearing. Its advanced aural dampeners also picked up on several of the voices, amplifying their tones to a level he could at least somewhat understand. There was a drug deal going down in one corner, and a slave deal in another. The Mandalorian wasn't concerned with either at this point. His HUD scanned the area, automatically picking up several persons of possible harm. His cyborg implants each began to rate them with their percentage of danger automatically. For now, he was relatively safe. The man wove through the mass of dancing, partying humans, aliens, and everything in between. His 360 HUD display indicated three individuals slipped in after him; a massive human, a Nikto, and a Wookiee.

The warrior slipped in next to the bar, doing his best to blend in with the people around him.

"What will it be, bub?" the grizzled bartender asked looking in Ardgal's direction.

"Buy'ce netra'gal," the warrior said, ordering his standby.

"Basic, Huttese, or get the f&%$ out," the man growled. "I don't have time to learn your goddamn language."

"A beer," Ardgal answered, placing a few credits on the counter.

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[Lan-Dai Navras]

Entering the nightclub, Lan-Dai quickly donned his helmet, which was resting inside a compartment within the hood itself. The helmet served more than one purpose as the noise within was disconcerting, from the music to the screaming patrons. While there were some strategic spots from which conversations could be held, the place was where one would go if one wanted to risk hearing loss, even more so on the dance floor.

The flashing lights, lasers, and occassional smoke was filtered flawlessly and therefore did nothing to hinder his vision within this place. Making his way to the bar, Lan-Dai found that while there was little he could do to blend in among the patrons, only a handful managed to notice him as he walked through the place.

From the bar, Lan-Dai got a better layout of the place. A massive dance floor on the lowest floor, the hollowed out basement in fact. The DJ's booth, the main bar, and several tables were laid out on the level he entered in. Circling above in hovering cages were several scantily clad dancers, of several exotic species for variety and mixture. On the highest level were what seemed to be several rooms, yet their purpose was unclear. Hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the whole complex was a cage in which two fighters tempted their fates for the viewing pleasure of those witnessing from their tables or other locations within.

"What can I get you? Bub...." A grizzled bartender asked as he approached Lan-Dai.

"A Daredevil... and heavy on the sweet and cold.." Lan-Dai said as he paid the bartender with credits.

The burly man nodded as he prepared the dark red drink for him, making sure to add more ice and granadine than usual. Taking his drink from the bartender, Lan-Dai reached out to grab the man's arm with credits concealed in his hand. The bartender soon found himself in an unbreakable grip, which baffled him as it was inconceivable that someone of Lan-Dai's size could perform such a feat.

"I need information....... Is there any "collective" activity that I should know about in these parts?" Lan-Dai asked in a polite, yet firmly succinct tone.

"Get outta here with that and let m....." The bartender's words were cut short as he felt a far stronger twist and squeeze of his arm than Lan-Dai's movements indicated..

"Allow me to rephrase the question....." Lan-Dai retorted, his tone now deeper and more serious. "A Zeltron girl was on the verge of being either shaken down or abducted in plain sight by two thugs that were being watched and backed up by several others in the area and I want to know why......"

"Alright!!!!!" The bartender nearly cried out in defeat. "These streets, the night workers, even this club belongs to a crimelord named Verish Amask...... but the word is that there's a rival trying to muzzle into his turf, possibly with help from someone within his own gang, if it isn't someone from his own gang trying to take over........."

Lan-Dai's attention was briefly diverted by the sight of that same Mandalorian that crashed outside as he entered the club and was making his way to the bar. Not wanting to take the chance that this Mandalorian was one or Verish's highe enforcers, Lan-Dai resolved to ask one final question.

"How do I find this Verish Amask? And make it fast, I need my drink......."

"Nobody finds Verish on his turf, Verish finds you........" The fear and conviction in the bartender's words were enough to convince the Emerallian that his words were true. Releasing slowly, Lan-Dai left the credits in his hand while taking his drink with the other as the bartender then stumbled back a bit and looked to regain composure so as to continue his work.

His drink now in his hand, Lan-Dai turned to look at the cage fight from his seat, only briefly did he look upon the Mandalorian as he spoke to the bartender from the corner of his eye before focusing on the fight once more as he sipped his daredevil.

 

[EllieEx]

Tags: [member="Lan-Dai Navras"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]

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Coruscant. Voska never really cared for the durasteel jungle of coruscant, the only redeeming qualities of this place was the taung history, and how easy it was to find enough trouble to make quick credits. After that business down in the lower levels, it was nice to finally emerge on the surface of the planet. There was one last job to take care of before he could finally leave, and that was finding a man named Verish Amask. But there was one problem. Just as voska began to approach his target's location, An explosion rocked the streets, followed by fleeing patrons and thugs. Someone had gotten here first, and it hadn't gone their way either. Voska needed to get out fast and lay low for awhile, before Security or worse came around to ask questions. He whinds and weaves through various alleyways and around street corners until he comes across a club of sorts. perfect.

The electronic doors to the club come hissing open, and voska takes one step into the dimly lit establishment, neon light warping and slipping across the T-visor of his rugged brown helmet as he scanned the place, gripping his pronged staff tightly. with a slight rustling noise from the wide cloak that obscured the rest of his body, he strode forth towards the counter, making a mental note of the other patrons, including what looked like another mandalorian up ahead.

"Andoan white, easy on the foam if ya would.." He says, his voice carrying a slight electronic crackle through the vocal enhancer, and of course a westralian accent.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Kei kicked his feet up on the table.

He adjusted his sleeves, sipping from the glass. The cage fight occuring at the other side of the room was of little interest to him, he was more interested in relaxing. He stuck out in the club, he was aware of this. He was one of the few people suited and one of the only few who had managed to secure a table, even after turning up late to the fights. Kei had to admit, money got you some nice things in life.

He heard the sound of bone crunching from the other side of the room.

He had been away from violence for a while. It suited him that way, he wasn't a fighter. He would fight, he'd fight to track down the crew that he had lost when his ship was attacked. They were taken, he just wasn't sure where they were taken to. He would find them, and that was when he would fight. That was when he would fight, that's when he'd break bone. He held a grudge, he realised. He wasn't sure if he liked that.

The bartender came up to him.

The bartender pointed.

Two men stood in the corner. He wasn't sure on the species of the gentlemen, but he knew they weren't Corellian, or Commenori. Apparently they had laid down a challenge, a hundred thousand credits. Apparently the little one had chosen to fight Kei. The Corellian turned the bartender away, until the bartender explained that the two men had threatened weapons if he didn't agree to fight the smaller of the two gentlemen.

Kei blinked, and accepted his fate.

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[Ardgal Raxis]

Apparently, the target Verish Amask was more unpopular than Ardgal had first anticipated. There were apparently a number of people who wanted to find him, one of which--well, one of which was this man who nearly broke the bar tender's hand. The burly man said that no one met or found Verish Amask, which might have been true to most mortals, to someone without a lifetime of training in finding the unfindable, and the means to make that happen.

The Mandalorian's HUD caught another T-visor in the club. Even out here, far from home, you could still find a few vode to fill the ranks. Of course, it wasn't like they were trying to hide either. It was with pride that they wore their armor, as part of the Resole'nar of course. He gave a nod towards the tan-armored comrade, even if he didn't know him, or if they were going to see be on opposite sides of a war in the future, they were still vode. It was professional decency, and it was kin connection.

With his beer in hand, the warrior stepped up a few feet behind the man who had inquired about his target. Ardgal spoke just loud enough to be heard over the din of the music, "If you are looking for Amask, we share a common interest. I have a knowledge about where you could find him."

The Mandalorian's words were cut off by one of the three who had followed him in the club. The Nikto had done his best to sneak upon him quietly, or to come as close as he could. The brute drew a heavy blaster from his coat and pressed it against Ardgal's backplate. Ardgal's HUD, however, hadn't lost him. When the Alien moved, Ardgal, did too. He grabbed the alien's wrist, twisting it away. The Nikto's blaster fired into the ceiling, shattering one of the laser lights. Immediately, Ardgal's HUD lit up with bright red warnings as every man, woman, and droid with a weapon drew it and started firing at each other. Once again, the man had dropped as club into pandemonium, but this was by far worse. Everyone was shooting at everyone, soon the only beams of light hurling through the air wasn't just the light show that matched the thunderous music.

[member="Kei Raxis"] I [member="Lan-Dai Navras"] I [member="Voska Naudir"]

 

[Lan-Dai Navras]

Pondering on the bartender's words, Lan-Dai allowed the sweeter than usual drink's taste and properties to fulfill their purpose. In the midst of what was going on, Lan-Dai saw from peripheral vision the visage of the Mandalorian who had crashed outside earlier, and it appeared as though he was approaching him. The Emerallian had only thus far heard vague legends and tales of Mandalorians, but this was the first time he had seen one for himself. Lan-Dai's suspicions became facts as the Mandalorian approached and spoke, all the while Lan-Dai caught sight of yet another Mandalorian not too far away. This Mandalorian, however, spoke also of this Verish character, the possible source of the trouble that had befallen tonight. Needless to say, his interest was piqued. Not only due to the fact that this was his first dealing with a Mandalorian, but that he also shared the objective of finding Verish.

Could this be the beginning of a partnership? If only a brief one?

"So then, you are also looking for him? Whatever information you have is welcome, and most appreciated......."

Lan-Dai's words were likewise cut short as someone tried to shoot the Mandalorian from behind, and failed due to his reflexes. Impressed, Lan-Dai watched as the Mandalorian twisted his arm and redirected it and the blaster it held towards the ceiling as it fired into one of the laser lights. Lan-Dai followed suit as he seized both the blaster and the Nitko's wrist, twisting to break the wrist and disarm in one swift move and following with an open palm strike to the Nitko's larynx. The movements were more than enough to throw his cloak back, leaving most of his arsenal exposed.

The blast and the shattering of the laser light above did not go unnoticed, and more than one patron within the establishment instantly drew their firearms as the club erupted into a gunfight. In that moment, however, a well-dressed man walked past him. His demeanor was uneasy, and his eyes were fixed on two men standing in a corner. The larger of the two began to charge right at the well dressed patron, reaching inside his jacket to draw a gun.

Instantaneously, Lan-Dai knocked the blaster away from his intended line of sight with another open-palm strike, grabbing his wrist in the process. Jumping upwards, Lan-Dai's armored knee met with the larger man's chin head on as he twisted his wrist and arm to turn his elbow upwards towards the ceiling. With another open-palm strike, Lan-Dai snapped his opponent's arm as he used the momentum brought on by his descent following the jump.

As the man screamed in pain, Lan-Dai simply plucked the blaster from his hand as he then followed up with a roundhouse kick hard enough to send him down into the lower levels of the club.

Turning back to face the Mandalorian, Lan-Dai took note of him in case he decided to retreat from the scene before sharing his intel as the gunfight began to decrease due to many patrons either falling or scrambling to exit. A brief glimpse was given to the man who was attacked in front of him. Lan-Dai could sense the Force was fairly strong with him, yet he did nothing to defend himself, and sensed within him a resignation to something. What it was may have to wait, as there was a more pressing matter to attend to.

 

[EllieEx]

Voska returned the nod to his fellow mandalorian. It had been some time since he had run into a vode, much less at a club as opposed to an active battlefield.
As he watched the other mandalorian however, he noticed that the man was on the move, headed towards a man with just a hint of brown armor from under his clothing, though it was hard to say for certain, as he wore a similar cloak to his own. there was something that felt off about him, though he couldn't quite place it, something that felt familiar to voska, like something he had felt it in himself.

Are you.. Like me?​

Those thoughts were soon dashed away as another feeling came over him, One that was all too familiar.. He had never been able to explain it, but whenever osik was about to go down, whenever the wrong kind of people were around, it was almost like something else was there, warning him of the danger. Something he always thought to himself "Just the paranoia of a man who'd put himself in the wrong kinda town for too long"... He was partially right of course, his days as a bodyguard on tatooine had taught him to suspect every corner and every man that so much as stepped funny, and to trust his gut when his "Instincts" called out to him like that. Just as the nikto passed and drew his blaster, Voska whipped around, sending his cloak spiraling around with him as he suddenly came face to face with the nikto's partners in crime. Before they could even blink, One had already been hit in the shin with the bottom of the cotosis staff, knocking his footing out from under him before voska brought it up over his shoulder and quickly jabbed it at the other criminal's head, quickly knocking him out before changing the grip to face the prongs downward as he brought it down, the ends of both prongs cracking the floor on either side of the criminal's head as it was brought down, stopping just before the shaft could reach his face, pinning him to the floor.

"the cage is that way if you're looking for trouble mate, now unless you want to tell me where verish is-"

Before he could finish his sentance, the nikto's blaster goes off and shatters one of the light fixtures, followed by the drawing of blasters. What a mess...
Before the inevitable light show could commence, voska swaps hands on his staff and activates his dinu'ul, Bathing himself and the still pinned criminal in blue light as the projected disk grew to the size of a proper shield, defending him from any stray shots that may come from the restless natives.

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[Ardgal Raxis]

Theme track​

The other man said that he was interested, they could work together. Ardgal always loved it when a good deal fell into place. He loved it even more when both sides gained from it, instead of this give-and-take crap people seemed to believe in these days. What a horrible way to do business, it was tragically inefficient.

The whole club was immersed in a firefight, it had become a warzone proper. Ardgal felt just at home in this element as he did presiding over the board or over the command board. Instinct, training, and programming all kicked in. The warrior would leave no survivors tonight.

A spray of fire roared from his extended arm, coating the entire bar. The bottles of alcohol exploded in flame, sending thousands of shards of glass hurling through the air. Anyone not wearing armor, which was most of the patrons in the bar were subject to the spray of flaming projectiles. Several dead bodies fell to the ground across the bar, shredded open by the shrapnel. More were wounded. One of the bouncers charged. One of his arms had been reduced to a mass of mangled, bloody flesh, the other he pulled back for a slash with his vibroblade. Ardgal took several steps, launching himself off the bar. Spinning through the air, he brought his foot around in a round-house kick. The combination of momentum and agility shattered the man's skull. Blood, bones, and gore splattered through the air as his fresh corpse fell to the ground, twitching. Ardgal landed still spinning as flames rolled off his armor. One of the other men across the bar started shooting at him recklessly, sending a spray of blaster bolts in the direction of the red and black-armored Mandalorian.

Still spinning, Ardgal grabbed one of the porcelain plates off the bar. Flames licked off its sides as Ardgal hurled the dish at the man. It cut through the air with lethal precision, flecks of napalm fluttered off its red-hot surface. It sank through the man's throat, the force was enough to sear and slice its way through most of his flesh, but not his spine. The shooter fell back, grasping at his throat. His eyes grew wide with horror and pain, saying what he could not anymore, or ever would again. Clawing at the burning dish covered in his own carterized blood, the man's hands seared, burning in deep agony. The need to survive never wore off, to his last moment he struggled in an agony of pure hell.

The warrior pulled the rifle off his shoulders, nestling it in the pit of his shoulder. He thumbed the safety off, "Anyone else want to die tonight?"

[member="Voska Naudir"] I [member="Lan-Dai Navras"]​

 

[Lan-Dai Navras]

The Emerallian had only a few seconds to watch as the Mandalorian, whose color scheme was extremely similar to his own, sprang into action. This Mandalorian rained down death in a fashion worthy of the exploits Lan-Dai had heard in passing, though sensing something worse coming, Lan-Dai finished his drink quickly before putting on his helmet and hood once more and readying himself to re-enter the fight.

Turning instantly, Lan-Dai side stepped and rolled as the shards of glass began to fly from behind the bar. Rising to face 7 bar patrons, thugs by the looks of them, Lan-Dai simply used a Force Push on them as they tried to charge him. Taken aback, these thugs pulled out their blasters to fire, and Lan-Dai followed suit. Pulling back on his cape and taking out his trusted blasters, his S-5 and DH-17 respectively, Lan-Dai opened fire on them before most of them could aim, barely missing a shot. There were several others hidden nearby, trusting that Lan-Dai knew not of their presence or concealment. Their trust was misplaced. Lan-Dai fired an explosive dart from his S-5 at the table from which several were hiding, the explosion knocking them into view as they clung to life after falling. Suddenly the main entrance below was stormed by over 20 more armed thugs, one of them being the chiss he encountered earlier. Looking around at the bloodbath, he suddenly caught eye of the Emerallian and pointed frantically.

"THAT'S HIM!!!! GET HIM NOW!!!!!!!!!"

Raising an eyebrow, Lan-Dai instinctively holstered as he somersaulted down to their level, taking his lightsaber in hand as he landed. Rising slowly, his hooded helmet, his stocked belt, and robed armor were now fully visible. His lightsaber's ignition caused more than one of the 20 and several others still alive close enough to flinch. Even the chiss himself gulped at the sight of the golden blade now at a downwards angle as its handler looked up slightly to face the entourage.

Mustering whatever courage he had left, the chiss gave an order as he pointed in desperation......

"FIRE!!!!!!"

Thus the wave began as Lan-Dai moved his blade to meet their blasts head on. Some were redirected at them, killing a few, disabling the rest. Others were redirected at those who would otherwise attack him from other sides with near precise timing. The barrage began to decrease, and Lan-Dai began to approach. The Chiss, who had thus far done nothing but watch in hopes that his entourage would solve his problem, also now pulled out his own firearm and began to open fire in a futile fashion. 6 of them left standing, and they tried to charge Lan-Dai as they fired at will. Lan-Dai simply slashed the blaster of the first before landing a roundhouse kick to his chin, knocking him out of the way with no resistance. Coming around, Lan-Dai sent 4 of them upwards to the floor where the 2 Mandalorians were with a Force Push. The last one gave up trying and turned to run, only to be shot by the chiss once his back was fully turned.

This gave Lan-Dai a window to walk fast towards the chiss thug, by the time he turned around Lan-Dai was already within 4 feet of him. Desperate, the chiss fired at him hoping at this range there was nothing he could do. Lan-Dai simply sent the blast back at the blaster hand, knocking the blaster from it, and damaging the hand itself. Bringing the chiss to him with a Force Pull, the chiss soon found himself in the Emerallian's unbreakable grip, caught in a chokehold as Lan-Dai pushed him violently against the nearest wall.

"Take me to your boss......... NOW!!!!"

This was all he said as the lightsaber remained ignited, not too far from the chiss' body.

 

[EllieEx]

Voska wasn't prepared for the sudden blast behind him "aggh" he grunts through his helmet as he is knocked to the ground after being caught by several shards of glass. Unlike most mandalorians, voska had many gaps in his armor that was acquired under poor circumstances. several shards shattered against his cuirass and helmet, while one caught him under his left shoulder. The blast had also produced a series of flames, some of which had struck his signature cloak, which was now on fire across the shoulders.

"I.karking.Hate coruscant!" He shouts.
At this point, he was over trying to avoid bloodshed. He was visibly On fire and pissed.
One of the gangsters freezes as voska's flaming image stomps off away from the counter, voska simply shoving him aside before reaching down for one of his MT-14s. In one quick motion, he quickly flips the blaster out of his holster, hip firing a sudden stream of Violet colored bolts rain down on the crowd of "patrons". At this rate, he was pretty damn sure that there no "Bystanders" here. No collateral to worry about, just fanning that pistol till he hears clicking.

What voska lacked in precision, he more than makes up for in speed. About 30 seconds later, the bodies had pilled up, leaving voska with little resistance, save for a few shots that made their mark, merely leaving a few new scorch marks in his helmet. your enemy's accuracy doesn't matter if your helmet's thick enough..

Voska, still on fire, moves to the railing to see what the jedi, monk, person thing was up to, when suddenly a pair of the crooks get launched up to his floor. the first one he just punches with his crushgaunt, sending the man slamming into a wall somewhere. the second he waits for them to land and then picks them up by the collar.

"This cloak ain't worth much mate, but it's worth more than your bloody life! Well so is finding verish, so you'd best start speaking. Real.Fast."

The crook just flinches at the sight of the man on fire who was now interrogating him. That's around the time that the jedi screamed at the poor chiss feth that was down there with him. Voska'd hate to be that guy right now.

[member="Lan-Dai Navras"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]