Public The Mos Eisley Gambit

[Davik Haize]

Davik grumbled something indiscernible to both Talin and Morrow's counter-remarks. Something was stirring a needling sensation in his gut. He shifted postures again, uncrossing his arms and resting one cheek on his palm; the other palm remained wide open, nervously tapping the table.

A protocol droid stopped by their booth, stating it was there to deliver a message. The Mauve crew's reaction was anything but unified. Davik shifted postures again. This time involuntarily. Both hands fell on the edge of the threadbare divan, digits digging into the seams for leverage.

The droid began to glitch; its photoreceptors flickered as if it were about to short-circuit. The ethereal needles poking at his gut were suddenly galvanized, and his life flashed before his eyes.

Davik and Morrow exchanged a glance just for a heartbeat before their legs sent the table flying into the droid. White-hot light swallowed everything. The cantina shuddered as an explosion tore through its foundations. Then, the blinding white saturated into soggy red.

Soggy, blood red.

Everywhere.
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[Grunt]

Even with his ears perked toward the conversations behind him, and searching the table for more drink, Grunt was able to discern the trap before it even happened. They taught you that in criminal 101, never trust a droid that approaches you. Knowing what was about to go down, Grunt shifted his focus. He downed the last of the final glass on the table and decided to get up. If his spice connect was here, he'd have to survive whatever was about to happen.

Grunt was sure that those kids were worth a lot of money, but that meant nothing if you were dead. He kept his eyes on high alert for any surprises and he made his way closer to an exit. He wasn't going to leave just yet, he wanted to see if they survived, and if they did, he could swoop in and take whatever bounty they had on them himself.

On his way to a safe distance, Grunt passed the guy who bumped into him from earlier. He had the opportunity to warn him, but he didn't- that's what you get for being rude. Just as he made his way toward a safe distance, he saw and heard the droid start to malfunction...like clockwork. You don't make it far in this profession without being cynical.

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[Rin Tohran]

"I was wrong," was the first thing Rin said after the explosion rippled through the cantina. It was better than admitting to a haphazard guess. His forearm shot up, shielding those golden eyes behind a blue forearm as fires crackled and a droid carcass claimed an Ithorian in the blast, maybe more. Though Rin was not particularly focused on others right now.

He shot up from his seat, shouting, "C'mon, we needa get outta here!"

Damien Dooku - Morrow - Talin Treicolt - Davik Haize - V1-L8

 

[Amun]

Mixed in the crowd, slowly maneuvering through the crowd with this eyes searching intently for the pack of scoundrels. Nothing yet, and time was running out before Koda would intervene.

And then a great explosion that rippled across the cantina. Enough to push him off his feet with other live bodies falling on top of him. First there was confusion, and then there was horror. People screamed and scrambled to the exit, some of them painted in blood and bits of tissue from the unfortunate souls near the fatal proximity of the explosion. The Pantoran that fell on him hurried to his feet and made a dash to the door, finally allowing the Kyuzo to stand up.

Was Amun afraid? He’d be lying if he wasn’t, yet he remained to investigate and find what he came here for. His glowing eyes went to the immediate area of the explosion. Aside from the scorched and disfigured bodies, the bloody and cratered wreckage, there was an overturned table with some bodies still moving around. At first glance there was one of the scoundrels.

Damien Dooku .

At last

He’d take advantage of this opportunity and a hand reached to find another grenade. Primed he threw it at the area of Dooku and his companions, hoping to trap the scoundrels and take them in alive.

Koda Fett | Davik Haize | Talin Treicolt | Morrow​

 

[TK Olraen]

Everything hurt. Her space suit was a ruin and only some unlucky soul's scramble for escape had shielded her head from the blast. Her hair was burned away short and ragged nonetheless.

She pulled herself out of the wreckage of bar stools and tables and the dead. In the back of her mind she knew she had to call it in, get first responders here. Even Tatooine had medics, right?

The quiet was an illusion and not of her making: her hearing was shot. She stumbled after the various evacuees. It seemed the thing to do.

 

[Rel Ahn-Dross]

The Explosion was unexpected when it ripped through the Cantina.

He'd managed to raise an arm instinctively to shield his face from debris but that was all. Luckily he was outside of the epicenter of the blast and his booth provided some cover as well. Everything blurred though.

As his senses started to return Rel found himself in the wreckage of his booth, his ears were ringing from the explosion. He heard screaming but it was like his head had been shoved underwater. This was momentary, he started to recover.

Stirring he reached for his axe. It had been covered in some of the debris of his booth, his right hand would clasp around its haft.

As he rose, shoving away loose wreckage he leaned agaisnt a wall that was still partially erect that had been part of the booth. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from his mind the sounds of patrons, shouting and screaming became more evident to him. As he looked he saw the Waitress that had brought him his drink on the floor, her body was still indicating she'd died...

"What the..."

...he was mouthing something then, his coat had been torn and shredded revealing what appeared to be a leather cuirass which still radiated with the thin encompassing aura that surrounded him. Easy to miss in all this chaos.

He'd see another projectile being hurled through the air, a grenade and look back in the direction it flew from until his eyes settled on Amun .

A Bounty Hunter, lovely.

He hadn't moved to intercept or attempt to apprehend anyone yet, he was just another face in the crowd---albeit one holding a massive axe.

Tensing his hand he began to focus, letting the rage build in the back of his mind.

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[Talin Treicolt]

Gore did not usually intimidate Talin, but wipin' the blood from her eyes and lookin down, she realized she was wearin' a suit of scarlett with bits of tissue hanging out. Oh, stars, and her hair - the goop similarly coated blonde strands, mixin' with ash and dust. That was gonna be real fun to untangle later - if there was a later. Through the low ringing in her ears, she caught Rin yellin' about needin' to move. Yes. Move. Right. The blonde scrambled out behind Morrow, takin' point with a blaster in one hand and a saber handle in the other. If these guys felt the way they did about droids, she didn't wanna know what they made 'o Jedi - but it was a last resort if plasma started flyin'.

'Course, it couldn't be as easy as plain 'ole shootin'. Danger ran it's fingers down her spine, but instead of bolts, another fethin' explosive was soarin' through the air. These guys were really not fethin' around. The fingers around her saber extended, meanin' to send the thing flyin' back from the direction it came, but wasn't quite as effective as she'd hoped. Turnin' on one heel, she moved to warn their group.

"Not that way! Incomin'!" She yelled. "Surely this place has gotta have a back door?!"

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Amun | Koda Fett | Grunt | Rel Ahn-Dross | Damien Dooku | Davik Haize | Morrow | Rin Tohran | TK Olraen | V1-L8 ​

 

[Koda Fett]

The explosion scattered the crowds in more way than one, separating predator from prey. Amun was visible among the throngs of people that scattered to the edges and exits, with Fett nearer to the doorway as a sea of escapees fled around him like a parting sea. "I'm not done with you," he said, taking aim with his blaster and sending shots towards the back of the rival bounty hunter.

Amun

 

[TK Olraen]

Shock slowed her mind but imposed detachment, and that brought flickers of habits gained in states of similar detachment. TK wrapped the White Current around herself, her smoking hair and ragged space suit, and did not disappear. That would have been an easy way to get trampled. Instead she became what was uppermost on her mind: an explosion.

It was only a brief illusion, there and gone like some kid had thrown a powerful firecracker. It was enough to drive people out of arm's length and give her space within the press.

She burst free of the cantina through a gap in a damaged wall and staggered in the sand-choked alleys. She fought for clarity, her and others in the area. The fight was ongoing in there. She still couldn't hear at all.

 

[Amun]

A blaster bolt took him by surprise, but there was a solid guess who fired the shot. The bodyglove again dissipated the lethal plasma and now his attention was on his attacker.

Fett.

This nuisance would desist by Amun’s hand. The Kyuzo moved towards the cantina’s bar for more coverage with his bowcaster aimed somewhat accurately towards Fett’s position. The patrons in his line of fire? Well, he wasn’t going to sacrifice his life for blind honor. There were limits to that code and when his life was endangered all morals were cast aside. Explosive quarrels fired hoping to return the favor to the Mandalorian.

Koda Fett​

 

[Koda Fett]

With the Kyuzo proving to be the faster of the two once again, some Ishi Tib ended up with a whole blown through their mid-section before Fett could so much as make a move. His low and agitated grumble becoming a muted nothing that slipped beneath the yelling and screaming of people, and the whining of droids. Indifferent to innocents, insofar as anyone in this cantina could be innocent, the Mandalorian snatched a rather plump Dowutin as it tried to make for the exit, shielding himself with the body as another shot from the bowcaster rippled through the air.

The blast struck with a loud thoom, ripping the two off their feet and sent cracking into the wall behind them. The Dowutin was dead, or at best dying. A low, rasping groan escaping it as the Mandalorian muttered his own pained response, trying to shove the oversized corpse aside.

"I hate that thing," he said of the bowcaster, an arm pushed over the corpse's shoulder to launch a wrist rocket towards Amun before scrambling for cover.

Amun

 

[Amun]

He smirked upon seeing the Mandalorian struck by the explosive quarrel although shielded by a poor innocent bystander. Amun thought to have the upper hand with Fett scrambling to his feet until raising an arm and firing a wrist rocket. Unfortunate in an enclosed area such as this cantina as he’d be able to avoid the missile in a more open space.

All he could do was brace against the explosion, ducking down and squatting into a ball. Upon impact tables and seats were ripped apart, the bartop with a hole in its structure. As for the Kyuzo? Small debris cut at his exposed skin and unarmed from his bowcaster. He struggled to his knees, crawling for some ounce of cover.

“Let’s see how dangerous you are with this,” reaching for another grenade, two left at his disposal. The EMP grenade was primed and thrown at the Mandalorian’d vicinity. His new tactic was to bring this fight much closer, having confidence in his unarmed fighting to outmatch Fett’s.

Koda Fett​