On the trail.

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Janus Rogo"] @[member="Rainbow Flowers"] @[member="Siqa"] @[member="Ryan Slade"]

'I missed' she thought angrily, 'I fethin never miss.'

The table crashed on to her but at an angle and she still had sights on Rogo.

"No problem with you Brown eyes," Ru started, "I just want Rogo."

Ruusan couldn't be sure about what red would do or the paper thin girly girl but she did know who had Rogo and thats where the problem sat.

 

[Siqa]

"You and me both, hot stuff." I said while keeping my blaster pointed at @[member="Janus Rogo"]. I'd pulled out another one in time to have one pointed at @[member="Ryan Slade"]. "Looks like we have one bad case of a standoff here." I said while moving to the side a bit. "Hey, pinky." I called to @[member="Rainbow Flowers"] "You after Rogo too? If not you might want to make a break for it, otherwise you'd better point your weapon at the right person and fast." I moved to the point where I had all three of the others in sight, including @[member="Ruusan"]. I may not have wanted to kill her, since I was starting to like her, but I still wanted that bounty too. And from the looks of it so did everyone else. One hell of a situation you can find yourself in these days.

 

[Janus Rogo]

((Sorry for the del-I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF MY POST WHEN YOU TWO POSTED WHYYYYYY))

Rogo sighed and looked around at the surrounding scumbags, a look of distaste spreading across his face. He'd drawn his pistol and leveled it on the redhead in the time that it had taken for the table to drop. The chick had almost put a round through his foot. Almost. It wasn't just her body-language that gave it away. It was the cigar relighting. Who would relight a cigar, then put the lighter away before they got a few solid draws out of it? It could go back out! Amateurish, or she just wanted her hand by her hip. He'd lifted his feet up just in time to feel a round carve a furrow out of the back of his right heel. Now, though, he had two guns pointed at him, an inquisitors hand on his neck, and some random girl at the table, not to mention the rest of the bar.

Oh well. Feth 'em.

"Dying it is, then, and, honestly, Pinky, do any of us look like we take card?", Rogo frowned, then waggled the 'weapon' in his hand. "Who saw me hunt for my credits earlier? Well, all of you, I'd assume. See, thing is, I knew right where mine were. Shit, I'm sure your four know where yours are, too. What I was actually doing, y'see, was arming the two charges I've got on my waist. Figured it was worth it, since someone was possibly gonna pull a gun on me. Now, the charges alone might not take all of you down, but, when it cooks off the grenades at their side? That'll take the whole room out."

Rogo leaned back slightly in his chair, as far as the boys grip would let him go.

"You could try and kill me. You'll probably succeed. Then the explosives will go off and you just know the Confederacy will deny you payment without proof of my death, or me alive. What am I worth now?", he said, body tensed beneath his armor, ready to dive, should anyone take a shot.

@[member="Siqa"] @[member="Ruusan"] @Rainbow_Flowers @Ryan_Slade

 

[Veevleigh]

Oh boy, could Rainbow ever pick places to hide. Somehow, everything had gone to hell in a matter of seconds, and now everybody had blasters, and she was being pulled every which way to either get shot or to avoid the firing range, she didn't know which. She screamed, of course, although she'd totally omit that detail when she told this story later on.
"I don't have a weapon!" She shrieked at Siqa when she spoke about being after the right person. She began to understand what was going on, but she didn't have the choice to run. Running would bring her back in to the street and the guards inevitably on her trail. And staying here, well, guards would be here too soon if this kept up. She knew she had to do something to diffuse the situation (literally!) but she had no idea what, as she watched between them, goggled eyed.

"Wait! Wait!" She yelled desperately to all of them, in particular Janus who seemed to have some kind of bomb which was never a good way to end an evening. "Look... Let me get this straight... You all want him, right?" She pointed to Janus. "....And you probably don't wanna die, right?" She nodded to Janus. "And... none of you know who'll get him if you start firing, but you can bet that two thirds of you will end up dead, right?" She checked, looking between them all. "Can you not see this isn't a good business proposition?" She asked, eyes wide, desperate to persuade them not to fire.

"So.... Why don't we settle this another way, right?" She gestured to the table, and cards, now thrown all over the floor of course. "C'mon, nobody dies, you decide it by skill. Winner takes the bounty, right? Unless he wins, in which case, he goes free..." She pointed to Janus. "Better than you all killing each other, right?" She smiled, praying that it'd work.

@Ruusan @Janus Rogo @[member="Siqa"] @[member="Ryan Slade"]

 

[Ryan Slade]

Apparently the two women were now against me. Even with my grip on the man and his butt still in the chair, The two women were talking about pointing the guns at me. I put my vibrosword up, clearly they did not know who they were messing with. Pilling out a little cylinder from my back, I held it away from them for it still to be somewhat of a secret. "Ladies, ether we can do this the easy way, or the really easy way." I looked to "pinky" and nodded for her to come behind me. Instead of taking the role of assassin, I was now the defender. I had a heart you know.

"Red, and Cigar lady, I wouldn't want to fire those weapons if I were you. Because even the strongest of us, do not wear crowns." I was pointing out that I was probably the most powerful person here. Ether with the force, or even my Czar enhancements, I was well over their levels. Deciding to emphasize on my point. A purple bar of energy lashed out from the cylinder in my hand. Glowing up the entire room in a slight purple haze. The hum of a lightsaber could be heard very well over the silence that we created.

@[member="Rainbow Flowers"], @[member="Janus Rogo"], @[member="Siqa"], @[member="Ruusan"]

 

[Janus Rogo]

Rogo paused for a second, glancing at the lightsaber, then to its owner, out at the other hunters, then back to the Inquisitor next to him. His expression was disbelieving, even incredulous, at the mans actions. He stared at the boy for a second, unsure if he was serious. Sure, he was a Force user, of some sort. A lightsaber, too. He certainly hadn't seen that one coming. But at arms length, holding a man he wanted to take prisoner, a man that had several bombs on him... And he was completely, not just completely unconcerned, but his body language still said that he thought he was winning. He looked back at the others once more, cocking an eyebrow queringly, jerking his head at the kid.

"This guy. Yeah, look, I'm not with him. Or, any of you, really. I like the girls idea. We settle this in a reasonable manner. Or, y'know, I can explode. And we all die."

Rogo looked around again, starting to grow weary of the grip on his neck. Lightsaber duelist. Melee fighter. Well trained. Overconfident. Very, very easy to read. Close range wasn't a good idea with this guy, but the position he was in was a terrible one. Rogo could at least buy time and build distance, if he needed. He glanced around at everyone, again, speaking patiently.

"Prrreeeetty sure no one here wants to get in a shootout with fifteen pounds of explosives. Even if you can use the Force. You'll lose.", he said. ]"I mean, they're on me, so, y'know, I'll lose, too. But I'm cool with that, if y'all are, too."