Savage heart

[Muad Dib]

The headbutt lightly smacked him in the nose making his eyes water as he chuckled through the flare of pain. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he listened to the woman before she abruptly left. Turning he ordered another refill while looking sideways at Sol in mock anger.

"Why am I the only one Helix wants revenge on? You were there too."

Collecting the drink he turned back to the crowded bar feeling an echo in the force, that made the beast that existed within ever since events on Ryloth awakened it, stir in his spirit. Glowing eyes noticed Formorta watching quietly and he nodded subtlety as his eyes narrowed on the two women in the corner. Looking back at Sol he grinned maliciously. Behind the rogue were three gamorreans drinking unaware of the two men.

Chuckling under his breath he reached out in the force an implanted an image of Sol turning slapping one of the piggy figures in the back of the head, pouring his drink on his head, then calling him a little runt that his mother should have eaten at birth. To aid the mental manipulation Muad threw his glass which shattered on the back of the piggy shaped head. Turning in rage the three huffed angrily and threw the meaty fists at Sol.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] [member="Lady Psyona"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Bella giggled as she watched the scene play out shaking her head slowly. She felt a slight shiver to the force alerting her to something she looked around where was it.

Then she sent a single image of a burning flame to Muadie's mind only to tease him and alert him to things around him. Though he probably had already picked upon the events beginning to swirl. She stood up she heard someone say something about a ship.

"I need a ship" She whispered softly. She looked slowly towards the woman she had been speaking as she gave her a smile.

@tamith-Kes| [member="Lady Psyona"] @formorta | [member="Asa Shi'ne"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Muad got a look on his face that told Sol just about everything he needed to know. Which was that Muad was doing something. He found out what, when one of the fat gamorreans suddenly throws a sucker punch at Sol. It collides with the side of his head and sends him reeling to the side. His ears ringing head swimming. He wasn't one hundred percent sure how, maybe a force trick or illusion, but this was almost definitely Muad's fault.

Dodging the pig's follow up he drives his palm into its face and sends it backward with a shove of The Force to knock it into the other pigs. One hand rubs the side of his head as the other grabs the bar to steady himself near Muad. The hand near his head dropping casually, only for him to snap it back whip-like right between Muad's legs. He'd been acting up the injury to get Muad to drop his guard for his shot.

Assuming the Muad took the sack tap, Sol then grabs him by the collar of his shirt and propels him into the table of a nearby group of trandoshans who were focused on their drinks. He'd plough into their table disrupting their drinking and garnering their attention and their anger. Meanwhile, the pigs had recovered and were coming back at Sol clearly intent on giving the old merc an ass whoopin.

[member="Tamith-Kes"] | [member="Lady Psyona"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Arabella Darkhold"]

 

[Formorta]

What to do what to do, it was clear that some sort of confrontation was about to go down, but what side would she support? True Maud had a few bounties on his head, but out of all the people present, if she were to help him get away from miss Astrian assassin, would be able to pay, and splitting the reward between people was not her kind of job. On the other hand, going up against an assassin and a mercenary, both who she knew little about may not be the brightest, even if it was two on two.

Formorta continued to mull over this until her red eyes locked this those of Muads, the little nod he gave her being the only real thing to finalize sides, 'looks like its mister Mando'. She finished off her drink in one gulp, reading the different weapons on her back in preparation for when S'hit hit the fan, which of course didn't take long at all. Though Mauds method of throwing a glass at some drunk pig-men was not what she would call ideal, it gave a clear opening to act before the others became aware of her allegiance to Maud.

As Sol was distracted by the Gamorians she took it upon herself to 'remove' the threat of the Trandoshans that Muad had been thrown toward. Not wanting to kill anyone without she swung her rather large Anti_tank rifle at the group of lizard, attempting to knock them out before they had a chance to react.

[member="Sol Damerin"] l [member="Muad Dib"] l [member="Asa Shi'ne"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

The Sith witch was quiet for a moment, as the force seemed to swirl around her in dark torrents and she muttered something in a tongue not quite Dathomiri and not quite Sith. The words were nothing, empty syllables strewn together from languages sinking into obscurity, and yet overflowing with power as they passed her lips. For a moment, there would be a feeling like a paintbrush rubbing at the edge of [member="Tamith-Kes"]' psyche as if someone was running a tool over the defenses of her mind. What became of it would determine her next step.

"I have something in mind." The woman said when finished, Her eyes again drifting towards the dancer. Almost as she did, there was a crash. Fighting. Eyes yellowed by the Dark Side's price snapped to the source, her fingers almost instinctively tracing runes into the air like she was painting them on a wall. One of the Gamorreans seemed to shrink back from [member="Sol Damerin"] as if the man had transformed himself into some Thing from beyond the realms that mortal things could comprehend. The green-skinned lurched back, buying the aged human enough time to prepare himself. After all, she didn't need them to die. Just ensure the room was in chaos.

"Well, I suppose there goes my chance with the Hutt. I suppose I'll see you in the South if you do decide to tag along." The Vahla managed between tired breaths, whatever spell she had conjured clearly draining her. But the tone she used was almost humorous as she stepped away from the Hapan. What was it she found funny?

[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Arabella Darkhold"]​

 

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]Tamith shook her head at the brush in her mind. She didn’t understand the force but sometimes she had feelings and urges, nudges towards goals she didn’t yet know. The woman moved her hands and a Gamorean fell back. Tamith’s eyes widened. She knew the nightsisters. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Tamith gripped her pike and kept an eye on the woman beside her. She had yet to make herself a threat so Tamith would let her go unharmed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Olthogo will not be pleased.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The woman looked weakened and Tamith had no concept of what was going on. She gave the woman a nod and rushed into battle. Her curiosity would ensure their paths would meet again. She was unsure of who the aggressor was so she decided she would spread the violence. A fight in Olthogo’s bar was going to piss him off but if she could end it quickly maybe he would be lenient.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She leapt in the air and planted her foot into the Gamorian’s face before twisting in the air to bring her pike down to strike at [member="Muad Dib"] . Her pike was on stun, there was no need for anyone to die. She landed on her feet beside [member="Arabella Darkhold"] she looked to be a non combattant, it would be a shame if she were hurt. She kept her eyes on Muad but spoke to Arabella.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Stay beside me.”[/SIZE]