Raise de black flag!

[Ryan]

There comes a time in most men's lives where they feel the need ​

to raise the black flag! ​

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Welcome to Ord Antalaha! Nice little haven for pirates, smugglers and criminals alike. There are also colonists that inhabit the world, work the land and for all these elements to co exist there are codes that must be followed. First code is 'Antalaha is a neautral zone!', which means what ever criminal and professional beef y'all have with each other is to be taken off world and kept off world. Personal duels and cantina brawls are permitted but organized violence will not be tolerated. Second code is "Leave the colonists alone" Such is self explanatory. And the third code is " You only get one chance", if one has to be reminded of the codes more the once shall find themselves gone missing to never be found again. Mind the codes and you will enjoy your stay!

Serg Leone, a morellian by race, a corellian by birth and a pirate by choice. He was a man that stood slighty above the human average, with a muscular but athletic build and a ruddy golden mane complete with two braids that hung freely down either side of his ruggedly handsom face and over his epic side burns. The rest of his long hair was tied back in a neat pony tail as his deep sullen but sharp green hues would watch all the goings ins and outs of the tavern of Fort Divin, the bartender and waitresses had all been tipped off that he was a Captain in search of a crew so it would be soon enough that his lonely corner should be sparking to life with those in search of work and belonging.

Serg sat with his back against the wall, his feet up on the table with his green greatcoat open exposing his two heavy blaster pistols and vibrosaber. His lips were gripped around a shento cigar while his right hand gripped a mug of the local grog. He waited patiently for the potential crew members to appear!

 

[Wrrlykam]

Let the Wookiee win.​

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That was a famous quote that used to go around the galaxy time and time again. Now it has worn off into the distance of old and reused phrases, but still should have been used more often whenever such a beastly thick muscled creature was challenged to a game of holographic fighting simulators. Ragged hair almost vibrated in rage as repeatedly, over and over from the other side of the ugly stained bar table a young man was moving pieces of holographic figures to catch and kill that of the Wookiee's. The rage was put aside for just a moment. Wrrlykam was not in the least one of the calmer Wookiee's that roamed this planet, making a bad impression on a few people she passed. One of her untrimmed claws slid over to move a holographic piece to attack, only to find there was a mine planted right where her character was headed. Too late.​

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Loud growls emitted from the side of the table, only to be countered by a snotty high-nosed laugh from the man who sought himself worthy of wearing a luxurious cape. Without warning, the table went flying to the side, and two hands gripped onto the shoulders of the snotty young adult and squeezed them together until she heard many satisfying pops and crackles. Despite light commotion - or large if more people gave a kark - the Wookiee kept at her assault until she was sure he wouldn't be able to make it to the door without running out of breath.

That'll teach that guy to let the Wookiee lose. A tiny snort of annoyance filled the air where crackling wheezing just witnessed life, then, she went back to the bar for a drink. Already most of her credits were being wasted on the two tables she already broke from the guy, and the few she had left were going toward fuel and making an attempt to get intoxicated. If only someone was offering a job loudly for all ears to hear.​

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[member="Serg Leone"]​

 

[Sunny]

The one with the hair.

Granted in a place like this, that didn't exactly narrow it down, but if that was the defining characteristic, probably human, or near enough to make no difference.

Ord Antalaha was losing it's charm. Oh it had been fun enough to start with, novel, and the sort of people who frequented it tended to be exciting enough, but now it was boring her. Sunny didn't really remember who's ship she'd gotten her on, that time period, like many in her life, lost in a fog of alcohol and drugs, but it was clear they were gone now. Not that it really concerned her. If she really wanted off-planet, most ships would give her a lift, but just because she was a hedonist didn't mean she had no standards. The last few crews to touch ground had been rough customers. You know the sort. The kind who were happy to have you in bed but didn't much care if you enjoyed it or not. Just rude. Not her scene. And most of them needed to be introduced to the idea of hygeine. Pass.

A friendly bartender, and most of them were friendly when the pheromones were turned up, had mentioned a Captain looking for a crew. Which also sounded boring, but in a hushed voice he'd added that the jobs might be a little less than legal. Piracy. It might be fun being a pirate, at least for a while. Besides, pay, if only for a brief time, meant more ability to do what she felt like later.

So here she was, looking for the one with the hair.

Having quite frankly no idea where her belongings were, probably pawned if she'd brought them with it all, the Zeltron had defaulted to using the small hologram projector belt around her waist. Clothes were for prudes. And people who were cold or sunburnt and couldn't afford the proper tech to mitigate. Not that she was strutting around in the nude. Well. Technically she was, she just didn't appear to be. Instead she was clothed in a swirling, dazzling galactic display. Nebulas spun gently along her skin, the dark of space covering her from roughly mid-thigh to neck in what appeared to be a high-tech bodysuit.

Sideburns and braids. That was unusual. And he looked humanoid enough.

"You're Serg Leone right? The one who's hiring?"

Her voice was pleasant enough on the ears, and years in places like this meant when she wasn't trying for stealth it was pitched to cut through the noise without yelling.

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Wrrlykam"]

 

[Ryan]

The short temper of the wookies were legendary. Serg knew of such for he had a wookie on his crew a while back and saw first hand the destruction and mayem they could cause. He rubbed the stubble on his face in amusement as he watched the female beast make short work of her prey in what could be described as utter ruthless display of violence that caught the attention of all in the tavern. Laughter would erupt after the lad struggled to escape, limping away like a batter pup while his assaulter made quick to the bar. One had to respect such creatures with immense strength and intelligence. If one could be swayed and pressed into service, a wookie always provided to be a great ally and crew member.

But before the crew seeking captain could make a move from his perch, he was verbally engaged by a beautiful zeltronian woman. Was there ever such a thing as a ugly Zeltronian? Such he pondered as his green eyes would innocently ravage her curves without shame or hiding intent. He was captivated by the swirling nebulas that completed what appeared to be a high tech body suit that the woman adorned, it was something he had never seen in any of his travels, which lead to minor hesitation in his reply back to her inquiry.

"Oi be captain Serg Leone an' oi be 'irin'!" The pirate replied back in a deep gravely voice, rich with a seductive accent. He gave a playful smile as he continued "Who ye? waaat skills chucker yer brin' ter de table sides yisser natural abilities?"

Now for the wookie, the bartender would take care of the captains interest for he also knew the value of such a creature. After serving [member="Wrrlykam"] he would point her in the direction of the pirate who was in the company of a Zeltronian.

[member="Sunny"]

 

[Wrrlykam]

The deep swirling drink, need it be said, not fit for human consumption due to the powerful drowning of seasonings and liquids to prove intoxicating to larger creatures, looked back at the beast as two blue eyes stared into it. She looked over at the finger's trail with a gentle gruff, before knocking the drink above her head, pouring it's content down her throat in a single gulp. As if this bartender knew anything more than dirtying dirty cups and scrubbing the same spot on the counter a million times with the same rag. She could have sworn she tasted blood in one of her previous drinks.

The Wookiee's head swiveled once again to the hiring pirate, echoing a small purring growl of a piece of speak, simply speaking, "Yucky pirate, has no good with words." Despite her clear concerns with how he didn't come to her she got up, heading a few long steps to the man. From here it was clear to see what her huge size had to offer. A single crossbow which seemed to be a type of wood and tiny electrical add-ons, with a small leather pouch hidden somewhere around her chest, almost blended in completely with the ragged dirtied fur. The beast was quick to stop herself and sit only a few tables away to silently beg for him to come to her instead.

With this strange plan in progress, she opened up a new game and searched about with half focused eyes to find a game player, someone who could offer a few more credits for one more drink before she had to leave.

[member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Sunny]

"As if I need any more than what nature gave me?"

Came the saucy response with a grin that brought a dimple to the Zeltrons cheeks. It wasn't that she was full of herself precisely. That would suggest that she thought she was better than other beings. She didn't. It was just how obvious his look over had been, and the fact that she could feel what was probably a near constant pool of lust starting to stir and rear it's head within him. So she might have turned on the pheromones a little. It wasn't cheating, it as just part of who and what she was.

"I can shoot a blaster okay if I have to, I'm a fair slicer so long as I don't have a career slicer fightin' me, I can pilot a ship well enough that it won't crash, I cook well enough that y'won't die."

She shrugged. She was in some ways a jack of all trades, though it was largely unintentional. She'd been a lot of places with a lot of people who had a lot of knowledge. Some of it rubbed off. She was often places where people got into brawls, you had to be able to look after yourself. Slicing was half necessary on a basic level if you wanted to be really good at holograms, they just overlapped in some ways. Piloting was good to have a rough understanding of if you tended to fly with people who got passing out drunk or took enough often illegal substances that they felt compelled to spend the next few hours contemplating their hands as they spittle gently flowed down their cheeks. Cooking, well, sometimes a girl got hungry and there wasn't a good restaurant handy. She didn't do cleaning though. There was help for that. She wasn't a maid.

"And I'm the best with holograms."

This was added almost as a second thought. She doubted it would come up or interest him. Sure, she had used her toys to get out of some close scrapes in the past, but she was a very in the moment creature. She didn't plan or scheme. Tactics weren't her thing.

"So when do I get to start calling you Captain? Or do you prefer Sir?"

She demanded playfully. It honestly didn't really occur to her that he might say no. Why would he? Physical pleasures aside, and those would almost certainly be weighed in the balance as well, it never hurt to have a Zeltron on crew. Not a confident adult anyway. They made a point of keeping moods at at least stable levels. She was no adolescent who could be driven halfway to mad by others after all, she was a grown woman, she had this handled. Besides, as she seated herself proprietorially on his lap, any hand that made contact with her would find the small belt at her waist, not even visible currently the only impediment between themselves and her skin.

She had noted the wookiee, but it didn't immediately pertain to her. Sure she could almost certainly do something fun and surprising with the holo-tables in the room, but she liked all her extremities attached and in good shape thank you.

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Wrrlykam"]

 

[Marius]

Ord Antalaha.

The Mandalorian cursed the name in his own language for he had arrived here with the sole objective that there was some clues about his Teresmen ancestry. There had been none. Worse of that all, he was stripped of all credits pursuing his quest. Having arrived with a civillian shuttle a few days back since he could not pilot a ship at all and as such did not posses any, Marius had to find a way off this hive of outlaws. He had encountered and handled men brave enough to challenge him a few times but most were reluctant to attempt to fight the Mandalorian. He knew well that even here the reputation of a Mandalorian's combat capabilities stretched far and awide across the galaxy. A good thing and a bad thing.

The good part of that was that Marius had only encountered very little trouble considering the criminal nature of most of the people on this planet. The bad part was no one was willing to hire him or take him goodwillingly on a ship heading off-world.
Marius was stuck and he really had to leave this place. He had his comittment to the Mandalorian cause to follow and Ord Antalaha was not a goal that the Mandalorians chased.
It was after numerous attempts to converse with the bartender, who was reluctant to speak with the Mandalorian mainly due to his below average skills in Basic, that the bartender had shared to him that an eccentric man was hiring a crew.

A pirate crew that was.
And that was his only left viable option.

Every other ship owner had refused him out of fear. Marius had only one option left to pursue and he disliked it at the core of his heart. Piracy was something that he did not really favor but his dislike for Ord Antalaha was much more stronger. As the Mandalorian stood up from his seat and began walking towards the blonde, tough looking pirate that apparently was hiring, a Wookie raged at some hologame that Marius had no idea how to play. The massive humanoid tossed the table aside along with the aristorcatic looking man that earlier sat opposing the Wookie. He watched as the man scrambled out of the Wookie's clutch, dread painted all over his face as he dashed out of the cantina running for his life.
Marius turned back his eyes towards the pirate who was standing a few tables away. The man had an attractive looking female near human sitting on his lap donning an outlandish body suit that his helmet read as a holographic projection. Marius shook his head at all the weird ways that people across the galaxy utilized technology. His people, the Teresmen, were quite in conflict with all sorts of technology. Ironically, Marius now wore a Mandalorian armor fully constructed on the foundation of technology. Well, life was interesting.

He proceeded towards the near-human and the eccentric looking captain. Both were in the middle of a conversation when the Mandalorian interrupted them demonstrating no manners or whatsoever.
"Hiring?" He simply asked, his accent in Basic obvious and realized he had to state more in such occassions. That was what he had learned from fellow Mandalorians. "Warrior. A man needs to leave Ord Antalaha."
His broken Basic was the sole reason the bartender was reluctanct to communicate with Marius. He hoped the captain did not share the same reluctance that the bartender had.

[member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Boy Voyardi]

Boy Voyardi walked in the scene, walking practically in slow motion whilst adorned with shades and the most run-down suit you could possibly snag and put on from a corpse on Nal Hutta. He had impressions to make, people to see. He took his suit-jacket, pop'n it out a lil' b-..Boy suddenly found himself tumbling, tripped by the over-sized pants he used TWO belts to hold. Stealing from giant-sentients were a queen. He hit the ground, rolling a lil' bit before his limbs were spread out and he was staring at the ceiling. "Ahh kark man. You guys need to watch where the kark YOU'RE GOING!" He said, bursting into unnecessary laughter before picking himself up. "Nah, nah, it's all good guys. Love. Spread the love.." He said, kissing his palm and launching the heart across the room. Before long, Voyardi walked his way towards the bartender, struggling to fit his ...'access meat' on the seat without it collapsing. After some wiggling, and curses, and he did it.

"What's up, man? You already know the deal, dude. Give me the meanest poodoo ya' got up in here." He said, lowering his cracked shades to waggle his eyebrow abit to indicate he meant business. Moments later, a mug of the stankiest, creepiest, yet beautifully maniacal fluid was placed before him. He looked inside, waving the odor whilst laughing aloud. "Maan. I've died and gone to heaven." He said, raising the mug into the air. "Bottoms up!" He continued, chugging the concoction and slamming the mug onto the table. "ZZZZAAAYYUUMM~" He said, his vision a tad blurred. Heere we go again. "That's some good poodoo, ma-" He paused, overhearing the bartender speaking to others about a recruiting captain. [member="Serg Leone"] seemed to be his name. Boy looked over, lowering his cracked shades to get a better blurred view. "That guy? Sheesssh. What're they feedin' these dudes? Welp! Thanks for the info, man. Stay up!"

He wiggled himself off the seat, taking what was left of his mug with him as he approached Serg Leone. He was seen with a general dirty appearance, stubbles for a beard, a rank ass suit and cracked shades. What every employer loved to see for first impressions.

"Hey, man. I hear your t--.." He paused, looking at Serg closer. Why was he changing colors? He shook his head abit.
----"Tryin' to rally up a crew. Figured I'd get down with the sickness. Boy Voyardi at your serive. Drug Dealer, Mechanical Engineer, Gambling Extraordinaire." He said, offering a wink afterward.

[member="Marius"], [member="Wrrlykam"], [member="Sunny"]

 

[Ryan]

The 'friendly' zeltron beauty made home in the pirate captain's lap, unchallenged by the man who offered no resistance to her advance. Serg was no stranger to the wiles of such creatures and just based on the looks alone he doubted she even needed to use such on him. Yet here he was daydreaming all manner of sinful acts that his vast imagination could produce starring this exotic woman. As she perched on his lap, his left hand would naturally rest upon her left thigh. A wolfish grin etched upon his rogue face as his hands found a truth that his eyes could not breach. For where there was suppose to be a form of fabric of body glove to protect against skin on skin contact was not there. His hand felt the full naked warmth of her thigh, exciting the Captain.

"ahh, yer are a clever minx! dare is more than meets de eye witcha, sweetheart!" He would praise the woman with her deceitful mirage tricks. He would slowly and gently move his head in closer, his lips mere inches from her right ear. "you can call me captain nigh!" He proclaims as his hand continued to caress her clothing camouflaged thigh

A mandalorian approached the table he and the zeltron occupied. While his left hand was currently occupied and busy, his right hand was not and his survival instincts took over, find home upon the pistol grip of his modified DL-44 blaster pistol. A heavily armored mando was a person you took no chances with. They were well renown warriors, mercenaries and bounty hunters. The bounty hunter part was what Serg was worried, though he had know intel of any set price upon his head, one could never be too careful. He was ready to spring to action if needed, with his panther like abilities aided by Corellian luck he may escape the nine hells.

Then the iron clad creature relieved all the Captain's worry as he made inquiring on job prospect. The zeltron, would of felt the slight change in mood and the mandalorian would of read the worry in the Rogue's face. "bloody 'ell mhack! yer 'ad me 'eadin' dare!" Serg let out a sparse chuckle at the mando's expense. His pistol hand now back above the table and gripping his cup of grog. "an' aye scon are 'irin' an' yer are 'ired!" He really did not need to question hard on the mandos qualities or what he brought to the table. They were warriors and a pirate crew needed such if they were going to be successful.

Serg noticed the wookiee had moved closer to the table. He grinned, he knew he got the big gal's attention but it seemed she was shy. That was when a chubby drunk had approached the table. He was plastered, poodoofaced, two sheets to the wind and that made the Pirate jealous. "best yer take a sate before de groun' finds yer first, aye!" He insisted. So, he claims to be a mechanic among other attributes. Well, there was only one way to find out if he is up to task and that was to hire him and feed him to the wolves, just like the rest of the lot here. He was taking folk on their words, a tall order amongst thieves. " yer are 'ired as well, we 'ill draink de noight away an' the-morra work begins!"

His eyes fell upon the wookie once again. "cum child av kashyyyk!" Serg's gravely voice boomed with precision accuracy aimed at the female wookie. "Don't be shy, join us!"

[member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"]

 

[Wrrlykam]

Each and every one of the pirating counts looked like they would make a world gathering circus act alone. Yet here they are all together, bumbling about onto one another, speaking in broken and drunken slurs around the bar table. What type of work would that be? Hopefully they wouldn't always be so awkward to be around. Almost turning away from the crowd to disregard them, she heard a voice more directed to her position. She turned her head with a light snarl and got up from the bar table.

The giant figure's muscles seemed to bounce with the shaggy fur as she strode over to the group with only a few long steps. Instantly she placed herself down on one of the more appropriately human sized chair, causing it to creek lightly under pressure, followed by - without regard to the drinks - placing her arm halfway across the table as a signal for an old game she used to play. Push the other hand down - game.

In her series of purrs and growls that made up her language, she spoke in a deep yet somehow buttery tone. "You must test your strength in a game to earn my rewarding strengths for your crew." Even if they didn't want her, there was almost no going back. She planned to take on whoever was first and flip them just to prove her strength. Politeness got over her, this time.

Her smell was not of the ordinary bar type, or even the city type. All her fur catching the worst smells of them all as she passed though gave her an almost wretched sent to all the two to the side of her. The Mandolorian and the weird drunk. Good luck keeping your drinks in.

[member="Serg Leone"] | [member="Marius"] | [member="Boy Voyardi"]

 

[Sunny]

Serg alone had caught her attention for now, his hand promising enjoyable encounters to come, though no singular being could keep her attention for long. Monogamy was a cute, quaint, antiquated idea that held little to no attraction to the Zeltron after all. This sudden influx of colorful characters suggested that she would be kept entertained.

The Mando was met with a slight surge of wariness from Serg, but she felt nothing overtly threatening from him and so was largely unconcerned. Anyone who'd not grown up under a rock knew a few things about Mandalorians of course, really the only bit that particularly interested her was that they tended to be fit. Shame about the insistence on armor all the time. What was the point of being pretty or having nice abs if you never showed them off? The drunk was largely written off for now. Amusing, in a trained monkey sort of way. He could hardly stand up himself, the chance of him managing to get anything else up was basically nil.

And then the Wookiee, called over, seated herself and planted an arm on the table. That was all sorts of no thank you. Even if you let the Wookiee win as the old saying encouraged, you might still be looking at a dislocated shoulder. She wasn't sending out hostile emotions but neither were they precisely friendly either. Low-level aggression, more like.. Dominance. That seemed about right. Well, that could be shifted a bit. Sunny had been focusing largely on pumping out pheromones to influence Serg, and if we were being honest, anyone who came too close and wasn't breathing internally cycled air. Time to switch that focus to manipulating emotions in a borderline telepathic fashion, as Zeltrons were wont to do.

There were limitations of course. She couldn't make a person feel something she herself wasn't feeling at all, not with any success, and it wasn't mind control. It was just a subtle readjusting of emotions, mood and the like. It was also significantly easier if it in some way could be made to fit with what the target was already thinking or feeling.

Easy enough.

The Wookiee wanted to play a game? All right. Let's move that dominance, the need to prove and edge it over into playfulness. It matched the actions, but made mild humiliation much more likely than serious injury. We weren't proving anything, we were having fun.

And, as Sunny nuzzled Sergs neck, a small grin spreading over her face contemplating the things she intended to do in the near future, playfulness and fun was easy to tap into.

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Marius"] [member="Boy Voyardi"]

 

[Marius]

The Mandalorian stepped aside from the way of the drunk. He was glad his helmet filtered smell as he knew the smell of alcohol would know stink twice as much than it usually would in an establishment such as this. Marius had monitored the drunk's actions the moment he had entered the cantina. The Mandalorian did not need to move his head to do so, the 360 degrees vision his helmet possesed permitted him to be aware constanly of his surroundings all around him. He was also glad the apparent caution that the captain expressed at the appearance of Marius had faded. It seemed possible that had happened due to the holoprojecting near-human woman's intimate interaction with the blonde pirate captain.

"an' aye scon are 'irin' an' yer are 'ired!"

Marius did not understand the first sentence the pirate had said, it was Basic but spoken in such a way that even Marius' skills seemed better. This statement though the Mandalorian had understood. He was hired. Marius wanted to assure the captain that he would not be venturing long with the crew. He needed a way off this planet and enough credits to go back to Mandalore. He would give his service in one operation in exchange for that. But the chaos that ensued with the Wookie and the drunk's arrival made him remain silent. Maybe it was even better to let the Captain know that when they were already off the planet and the Mandalorian had earned himself some credits. Considering the high interest to join the eccentric human's crew, that time would come soon enough.

Despite the high possibility of that happening, Marius was impatient. He had grown tired of this planet and annoyed at the fact he had found nothing concerning his Teresman ancestry. Thus, he asked the logical question:

"When crew departs?" His Basic as always broken.

The more time Marius spent stranded on this planet, the more time he felt he was wasting. His vode might already be planning a move and the Teresman had to be there when that was to happen. He prayed to Teres for this whole situation to end soon so he could be on his way home as soon as possible. Additionally, the Mandalorian did not feel proud of himself to be among scoundrels but they were his only ticket to leave currently.

[member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Boy Voyardi"]

 

[Boy Voyardi]

Boy dismissed most things that were heard, excluding "drink" and "sit." Story of his life. Practically stumbling into a seat, he looked around the table, taking notice of the lovely individuals around them. One girl looked pink..seems his minds were still playin' games on him. His almost dazed yet excited expression switched to more shocked and weirded out by the Mandalorian. "Bruh..like..." He paused, blinking really slow with his eyes bulged. "You just learn to how to speak basics or somethin'? Where you from, dude?" Whilst questioning, Boy waved his hand toward the bar-tender, requesting more drinks be brought over toward their table. "You know what...I love you gu-" He paused, his nostril suddenly invaded by poodoo. Complete and utter poodoo. Or at least the scent of it. He coughed, looking over toward the massive dog, "Daaaamn, dude. Who dragged you out the tra-" His eyes flashed, suddenly realizing it was a female wookie. Just as quickly, he played it off like he was talking to someone behind the wookie before turning from her completely with a frightened look--buggy eyes included. "Oh poodoo. Oh poodoo. Big mama's a wookie. Play it calm, dude. Maybe she didn't hear you."

[member="Marius"], [member="Sunny"], [member="Wrrlykam"], [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Ryan]

"Tomorrow" Was the answer he gave to the mandalorian who inquired about departure "tomorrow we set oyt!" He ensured as he watched the female wookie make way towards them. Serg could smell her before she got to sitting, but such odor did not bother the captain. he had been settled with worse, there was a time his old crew was plagued with a vile creature known as Tiktok. He was a savage ewok that stunk to the high heavens, but that wasn't even the worst of it. The pirate captain shivered at the mere memory of the ewoks cooking, the things he was forced to endure cause he was to afraid to fire the stumpy beast. He had no doubt that pint sized teddy bear would of end him the moment the words were spoken and would singly handily, claws and teeth combine would of ripped the ship to pieces.

The wookiee sat and placed her arm onto the table in a challenge of strength. Her rumbles and growles were actual words the Captain understood for he was learned in Shyriiwook. So he knew exactly what the wookiee was saying and the pirate would playfully chuckle back in response. Serg felt the zeltron seductively nuzzle against his neck and his mind fluttered back to her. His left hand would gently prance his fingers up and down her 'exposed' thigh as if he was a child toying with his meal. The difference was this was a meal he was not stubbornly trying to outlast against in hopes that parents would have it removed and desert would be given in stead. No, this was a feast he wanted to tear into, ravage like a hungry wolf no matter who was watching. But unlike a child, he had to show restraint for their was business at hand, a challenge set before him by a wookiee who was testing him.

A challenge he will have to deal with quickly for the drunkard open his mouth and may have had signed his own death warrant with the wookie. Though humorous he found the drunk chubby man, he knew he had to direct the wookiee's attention quickly before she comprehended what he had said.

"No!" He replied "i decline yisser challenge av strength. 'oy yer or de others 'ere wud folly a captain who wud eejit 'ardily be goaded into sure fail. engage whaen yer can win, run whaen yer are sure ter lose!"

[member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"]

 

[Wrrlykam]

Any form of peacefulness seemed to just vanish before the Wookiee's expression. First, the drunkard, she could usually handle the pressure between those, but then someone backing out of her trusting game as well? A loud gravely growl rose from her throat, a fist pounding down gallons of force onto the bar table. Despite the mind tricks, a pure rage witted at her mind, and she had intention to use it.

First she stood up to a towering height in front of the drunk, raising her giant hands and claws to show what threats were going to be given before it actually happened. Shaggy fur with pulsing thick muscles underneath, giving it the appearance of a wild beast who fought for a living, which was almost exactly what she did.

It was a shame she was being pushed to the limit of her control this time, as it usually did not end out pleasant...
| [member="Serg Leone"] | [member="Boy Voyardi"] | [member="Sunny"] |

 

[Sunny]

So much for subtlety. A flash of fear moved through the Zeltron, who immediatly shifted so she could scarper quickly, either for her own survival or to get out of Sergs way. Nothing wrong with a bit of fear though, fear cut through most things and kept you alive. No point trying to use it against the Wookiee though, she was edging too deep into a rage to notice.

But the Zeltron wasn't out of tricks yet. She'd met a Wookiee or two and knew a few things about them. She was no expert, there was lots she didn't know, but she knew at least one little cultural tidbit that might come in handy. So instead of playing nice and edging folks where they wanted to go anyway, she was going to use the full abilities of a grown Zeltron. The pheromones that rolled off of her, that encouraged others to think of her as theirs, to protect were hardly even done consciously. She rarely used them, they caused fights during peaceful times, but in a situation like this she would absolutely use them.

At the same time her telepathy came fully to bear on the Wookie, and as she gasped out a startled cry of "Madclaw!" while drawing back she hit the other female with a goodly dose of shame.

This was easy, the empathetic, if usually carefree Sunny felt a dose of second-hand shame for the Wookiee. After all, in Zeltron culture there was nothing worse or ruder than forcing decidedly negative emotions on others. Zeltrons split two ways, those who rejected the negative and lived happy hedonistic lives, and those who embraced it and went half mad spreading it. With the recent string of atrocities that had been committed to Zeltros, the population of those who made up the latter were growing, which only made the former reject it all the more.

And if this failed and she continued to feel threatened, she'd show them all just how damned good she was with holograms and why when she didn't bother with anything else she kept the belt on her. A false opponent likely wouldn't work, but her projector was more than good enough to obscure the near surroundings, and unless his gear was particularly secondhand, the Mando would likely be able to penetrate it and track the Wookiee. He'd been taken on as a warrior, well maybe he'd earn his keep immediately. At worst she and maybe Serg could scarper while the Wookiee clawed at nothing.

[member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"]

 

[Ryan]

Well, that escalated...........

"Fek!"

Something must of been lost in translation for now the would be ragtag pirate crew found themselves in a fight for their lives against the raging hulk of fur, and they had only been together fall of five minutes galactic standard time. Was this a tell sign of what was to come? Hell, this could be the end for them there and then......

Where ever the dice drops the results were up to the gods, if one believed in such. In the mean time, Serg had to do what he did best and that was survive! The voluptuous zeltron scrambled off his lap as he thrusted himself upwards, both his hands drawing upon the duo heavy blaster pistols from their holsters and barring both barrels upon the current threat with panther like agility. His fingers found home on the triggers and he would unleash a volley of blaster bolts at the raging Wookie. Some would say that this was a over reaction to act of aggression but when one is face to face with an angry wookie that was hell bend on delivering grievous bodily harm, one would believe that he needed a bigger gun and a fresh pare of underwear.

[member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"]

 

[Becdaua Ikon]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The planet's wind caught his hair Bec was trying to remember how he had ended up on such a nice planet, as far as weather goes. Bec was on Nar shaddaa not too long ago however he had boarded a transport by mistake and ended up on Ord Antalaha. The scent of cooked food started reaching his nostils which reminded him that he hadn’t eaten in 16 hours. Once he had entered the scene there was more to do than he had thought. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As the smell of food an alcohol met bec's nostrils the first thing he noticed was a brawl that had broken out. Excited by this Bec started clapping his hands "Oh goody!" He said to himself. [/SIZE]Other than this he couldn't notice anything else. However something did cross his mind. Since everyone was distracted he could sneak some food.

 

[Tartatha]

Ord Antalaha​

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Tartatha walked into the scene unsuspecting and completely surprised to find blaster bolts flying at him. Falling to the ground, his nostrils were filled with the stench of burnt flesh and fur. Tartatha had been grazed by a stray shot and was now scrambling to his feet, grabbing his bowcaster. A quick survey of the situation revealed that a wookiee was in a confrontation with various other people, one of which had opened fire.

Tartatha released a roar of fury and raised his bowcaster, ready to defend his fellow wookiee.

Now there were two mad wookiees, one blocking the exit with a bowcaster.

Tartatha aimed his weapon directly at the source of the previous fire. He held his fire, hoping that he wouldn't have to end this human's life. He did, after all, resemble the man who was supposed to be hiring a crew. And Tartatha was looking for work...

[member="Becdaua Ikon"] [member="Serg Leone"] [member="Sunny"] [member="Wrrlykam"] [member="Boy Voyardi"] [member="Marius"]

 

[Wrrlykam]

The giant fur ball let out a loud raging scream as fur sizzled, and flesh burnt against the power of the laser shots that were being fired onto her. She was very confused now, and hurt, but the hurt and the shame all flying into her mind made her all the more furious. She simply grabbed the table and fell back, using it as a half shield, though it was an accident to fall back, especially during the angry cry of a fellow wookiee nearby.

She crouched, just barely and let out an echoing scream of pain and anger, looking around for help frantically.

@Tartatha @Serg Leone