Play Your Hand (Only NFU's allowed.)

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk ducked to reload his gun... just in time for the slug to bury itself a foot into the table he was hiding behind.

One was a bounty
Two was a fight
Three was fun
But four? Four was too much.

Rummaging around in his belt, he found what he was looking for.... An ion bomb. He threw it at the cyborg, and hoped the adhesive still worked well enough to stick.

Thryk urgently motioned at the idiot in the wide brimmed hat who had just walked in and fired his Ambassador into the ceiling to come help him out.... Four on two was still unfair, but four on three would be a glorious fight.

 

[Shakes]

Azalus'd walked in- someone had elected to tell him to get down. Being the considerate thread he was, he opted to shoot the Mando in the foot with his pistol. That'd get him on the floor.

"Dimwit." He grunted, firing a few more shots at Azalus' feet to make sure he was safe.

Didn't want his esteemed friend to get hurt; that'd make him a bad friend. Either way, the Rodian crawled for safety.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Awfully serendipitous to have an ion bomb on hand, eh? Well, it was also pretty serendipitous when I turned my head just in time to see a grenade hurtling toward my buddy Oryen. I didn't have anytime to warn him, so I just raised my shotgun and squeezed away.

BAM!

Magnesium pellets ignited the ion bomb, causing it to prematurely detonate in midair.

[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

Armored Wookies? Crazy Mandalorians? What was this? That annual convention on Coruscant to praise Blarg Wars?

Azalus quickly jumped to the side, to a table, and he quickly flipped it over to get some cover. It was time to asses the situation. How many people were in here? A fethton. How much firepower would he need? A poodooton. What's the best solution? A flamethrower. Yes, that's right, a flamethrower. Why would Azalus have this? I dunno, he's a fraking killing machine, he always carries around weapons. So being the Manly Man he is, he took the flamethrower from his back, stood up and ignited it. He then made sure to turn from side to side as often as possible, since hewas a crazy maniac who liked to see things burn, and tried to ignite everything and everyone in the place. Of course some people would survive, but all the no-names and little civies would surely burn. That'd be enough to sate Azalus lust for blood, for a second or two anyways.

@Everyone again!

 

[Tobias Wraith]

@Dak Canton | @Adrian Cassidy | @Allyson Locke | @Thryykarr | @Tobias Ross | @Nej Tane | Hannibal Oryen

"Come with me!" That same cocky grin crossed his face as he realized he had become an afterthought to the Wookie. He unclipped his "Woebringer" pistol and took the beauty's hand and ran for the exit. Another mercenary pulled his gun, and with the squeeze of a trigger he fell. The round was right between the man's eyes, but Tobias saw an opportunity even as he was shaken up. Memories flashed across his mind, and he had to shake his head to rid himself of them. Gripping the thermal detonator from the man's belt, he continued towards the exit before activating it.

"One Nar Shadaa, Two Nar Shadaa.."

He waited until three to roll the device across the bar and right next to [member="Hannibal Oryen"], because he wasn't a nice guy. That's what you get for trying to beat someone. Let's hope he can't move in one second.

Then he left.

 

[Doctor Azure]

Kark! The ion bomb hadn't done much more than skim Oryen. It was enough to bother him, but not incapacitate him as Thryk had hoped. Stupid shotguns.

He was glad to see the man in the hat and the Rodian get behind one of the tables on his side of the room. He could use all the help he could get. Aiming both guns at the man in the suit, he scored a hit on his shoulder with a bullet, and managed to scratch the man's leg with the blaster bolt

At least that was probably one out of the fight.

He saw the hat-man draw a flamethrower, and a small grey object hit the ground near Oryen. Thank you, Ross.

@Shakes@Dak Canton

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Naw, fact was that a guy can’t just walk up to another guy, grab a bunch of cash and expect the other guy to have the reflexes of a drunk moron. The two shots had been taken -before- the guy tried to hide behind the chair. Didn’t matter though, a hit was a hit.

As both the wookie and the thief decided to put attention on Adrian, he quickly threw the table sideways jumping behind it. A single bullet grazed him in the left shoulder, which was quickly followed by a flying glass full of alcohol at the head of the furball.

Cash was transferred, the little pocket change the Thief sniped didn’t really matter anyway, ‘twas maybe four or five credits. Who cared about that, so after the glass, Adrian quickly fired twice. One in the general direction of the Wookie’s head, hoping to ignite the wodka in the glass and one at the little thieving scum.

Which was more of a diversion, so he could sneak out of the back. Cash was already his, so he really didn’t have anything else to do here. ‘Twasn’t like he was some goddamn hero, who would jump into the fray for idiots he didn’t even know.

Aaaaaand… exit scene.

 

[Shakes]

His plan had been successful, and now Azalus was camped out behind a table, safe and sound.

Now he could focus on his own problems- gripping the edge of a mostly intact table, he yanked it down to shield him, just in time to avoid being incinerated by the flamethrower blast that filled the air above him.
"The hell!?"
Then he noticed the table was on fire. In fact, the entire thing was ablaze. This was clearly an issue, seeing as now his legs were on fire. And his arms.
"Azalus, you stupid bastard!" Flailing wildly, he scrambled across the bar, hopefully travelling in the direction of the exit.

He couldn't exactly tell, given that searing flames had engulfed his body.

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk saw a glass of vodka, followed by a blaster bolt fly at him. He ducked the vodka, and his armor ablated the bolt, but he seethed as he saw the man escape the room.

But he didn't have time to worry about that.

The gray object exploded. Oryen had presumably been hit, along with the shotgun man. The third guy, who had tried to take Thryk's head off with an Ambassador had hidden behind a large metal bench, which was annoying. The bench took plenty of shrapnel, but didn't break.

In a spirit of scientific inquiry, Thryk decided to throw a stun grenade at the man behind the bench and see what happened. He also threw a cryo grenade at the now-flaming Rodian. Hopefully it was helpful.

[member="Azalus"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member='Shakes']

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Rather than taking my advice, the guy in the front entrance whipped out a freaking flamethrower and started to burn everything in sight.

"Oh no," I muttered, "Oh hell no."

Armored wookiees I could deal with. Maybe even a crazy Mandalorian. But add a dude with a flamethrower into the mix, in a bar full of flammable alcohol? No thanks. I'm outta here.

"Hannibal! BUG THE FRAK OUT!"

I stood up right as the flamethrower dude lit my cover up. The table caught fire instantly. I didn't stick around. I sprinted fast as I could on my shot-up leg for a nearby window. Aiming my shotgun at it, I squeezed the trigger twice. Glass exploded in a spray of burning magnesium pellets. I jumped out of the window right as the entire bar exploded in a flash of white, throwing me out with a shockwave of overpressure. The ground rushed up to meet me. Smack. Oof. Ow. Ungh.

[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Shakes"] [member="Adrian Cassidy"] [member="Tobias Ross"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Azalus"]

 

[Atlas Kane]

The room was burning. Step One complete. Now to move on to steps two through four.

First, he'd throw the flamethrower into the room, then he'd shoot an Ambassador round into the fuel tank, while ducking behind the table to avoid the second blast of fire that lit up the room. He then turned to the door and made a run for it. He sprinted as fast he could, but in the now burning room, his coat was set ablaze. He didn't notice that though, so he kept running. He then pulled out a spherical object, a thermal detonator, one of the Class-C ones. He activated it and then, once he was out of the door, dropped it behind him to blow up the door. It would of course only cause a bigger hole through which the people could escape, though it could also cause the front part to collapse, which would be added glory to his already glorious escape. As he made a run for it, he recalled that he heard a familiar voice, thrice even. It was that of Shakes, his earlier partner-in-crime. He looked around now to see if he made it out alive. When he saw the familiar Rodian, who was on fire, he started running towards him. Once near him, the burning, Azalus said "Oi, Shakes, long time no see, eh? How're ya doin'?" A slightly sinister, but more amused chuckle then followed the question, all while he didn't realize that he was burning.

@Everyone [member="Shakes"]

 

[Shakes]

"Azalus..." He gasped inbetween his screaming. "You're a fething idiot!" With that, he pirouetted on one heel and stumbled backwards out of the door, diving into a puddle the instant he could find one.

Perhaps a visit to the burns ward was in order.

(OOC: I'm oot)

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

[member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Adrian Cassidy"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Thryykarr"] | [member="Tobias Ross"] | [member="Nej Tane"] | [member="Azalus"] | [member="Shakes"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"]

When an ion bomb went off near where Hannibal was ducking, he took that as his signal to get the hell out of here. This was getting totally ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that the guy who had shot at the gambler with the revolver had somehow ignored being shot at by Hannibal. This situation was out of control, and whatever money he had been offered by Gastringa the Hutt to beat up that smuggler mook was no longer worth very much to him.

Hannibal found a new overturned table to hide behind, just moments after a thermal detonator obliterated the table he had once called home. What was wrong with these people? Couldn't they just let the free market take its course? He peaked over the table to see Dak jump through the window after shotgunning it open. That seemed like a pretty good idea.

"Screw you guys, I'm goin' home!" Hannibal gunned his jetpack, and he soared up and over the table, crossing the fire-strewn room and exiting through the now open window.

This would hopefully be the last time he saw that Wookie.

 

[Triko]

A low rumble filled the street outside the Luck's Hand. This was the rumble of a fully armed, heavily-plated tank. The twin guns on the turret were not, however, the main danger there.

The main danger was to be found in the fact that Triko was in the driver's seat. That, and also he'd just slammed into the doorway of the bar, which had also just disintegrated under the iron might of Triko. Grinding to a halt as he flattened a table or two, the jawa leapt into the gunner's seat, popped open the hatch, and proceeded to make obscene gestures at everyone.

"UTINI!"

Oh, and he started firing.

(This thread was already ridiculous, so why not Triko-level?)

 

[Atlas Kane]

When Azalus finally looked back, he noticed that his coat was burning. Maybe the burning pain could've been an indication, but Azalus had thought that a simple blastershot had hit him, but it seemed that there was more, much more. He immediately tried to swat away the flames, that obviously didn't work, then he started following Shakes into the puddle and trying to put out the fire. That obviously didn't work too, since most of the puddle had been vaporized. "FORCE DAMN IT, SHAKES, WHY'D YOU HAVE TO TAKE ALL THE WATER FOR YOURSELF?!?" He screamed before running off into the night sky, still burning, still screaming.

And so the tale ends of Azalus, the burning crazy-as-feth maniac of doom who's probably running through Nar Shaddaa even to this day! Or until we go back to "A day in the life of a crazed mental maniac."

(OOC: I'm out, cya, bois.)

 

[Neskar A'toll]

"Nope." Neskar said, and walked out.

 

[Triko]

Triko quickly decided to travel swiftly away- he'd left the oven on, and so he put the tank in reverse, middle finger held aloft, and fired a few shots at the bar as he sped away into the distance.

"THIS VERY BAD IDEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."

(OOC: Just realised I needed to wrap this up earlier than expected, sorry.)

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej was left there, a few hundred credits shorter than what he expected, a round that had hit his leg, and a particularly empty bar. He stood up, after the tank, the guy with the metal arm, the wookie, the two bounty hunters, the guy with the stupid hat left, the guy with the stupid suit, the guy with the stupid armor....and the jawa giving him the finger as he drove away. Nej had no words. Only facial expressions.

What. Just. Happened? He asked himself. And he couldn't, for the life of him, find an answer to it. But he had enough credits that he stole to go buy a new gun now.

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk just left.... He hadn't even been able to collect the stupid bounty in the cyborg.

Damn