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Thrashin with a Passion, A Cantina Beat down (open to all)

Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Midday​

He hated this planet.... It was to fething hot and the locals, In his mind, Were little more than vermin that should be exterminated without mercy. But nevertheless he was stuck here for now, Having been stranded when his ship took fire from a Republic cruiser. Pryde had been forced to land on this backwater sh!thole and dock his vessel for repairs.... But at least he'd survived the republic ambush.

Jayce now sat, A bottle in hand, In one of the filthiest cantinas he'd ever seen. Like most cantinas on Tatooine it was filled with pirates and smugglers and various other space trash that didn't deserve to live, But for now he'd leave them be and drink from his bottle of swill. The contents were almost hot and tasted like bantha piss, But it was the best that they could find in this place....... So for now he'd drink and wait.



[member="Darth Timoris"] , [member="Ryn'Dhal"] , [member="Corvus Raaf"] , [member="Sinistra"] , [member="Darth Pikiran"] , [member="Spencer Jacobs"] , [member="Thraxis"] , [member="Connor Harrison"] , [member="Poy Luroon "], [member="Commander Lusk"] , [member="Julian Solo"] , [member="Ydrin"] , @Whoever wants to get down
 
He loved this planet... it was hot, and it deterred the upper-class from coming 'round. He walked through the familiar halls... it was where the Jackals came to do all their old jobs, before the Armada and the Cartel. His eyes bounced around the people, they were vermin, the scum of the galaxy. Or at least what others would call them, in Thraxis eyes they were like cousins. Not close cousins, but more the kind you didn't want to meet, but every here and now in public you would meet them and try to spark a conversation but you had nothing in common with them.

He arrived in the cantina with a joyous smile, he was at home. Not this cantina. Just a cantina in general. Though it was home, he never went to a new home without some preparations. His twins were strapped to his belt as they always were, a feeling that made him feel naked if they weren't either there or resting in his hands. Over his body was his trenchcoat covering his suit of armor. Though whether this would be used is the question.

He moved through the body of the cantina, it was as healthy as could be, the alcohol was the blood and the patrons the organs. He swayed through the crowd, it was familiar to take the path to the barkeep. He looked as "Lively" as ever. His face was wrinkled not from age but from the people that he went through, those who were aggressive and wanted it all. They were vein and thought the world was in there fingertips. Until a hole was made through their cranium. "Get me some booze. And by some I mean a lot." he said in a guttural tone as the ancient man walked behind the bar to get a drink.
[member="Jayce Pryde"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]
 
[member="Thraxis"]


From where he sat in the darkened corner booth he could see all who would enter, That and he never sat with his back to a door or window....old habits and whatnot.

His attention was drawn away from the pile of spice set out on his table and now settled upon the man who had just entered and moved to the bar. This man wasn't like the rest of the trash on this planet....He still had the ability to smile, unlike the downtrodden riffraff that called this planet home. The man was definitely no Jedi nor was he a follower of the force, Though Jayce could feel a slight taint upon the man.

He wouldn't stand at this time, Opting to bury his face in his spice pile and snort away like there was no tomorrow. Once he raised his face from the pile however he would reach for his bottle, But upon finding it empty he found he had no choice. With bottle in hand he rose from his booth and made his way over to the bar, Pushing his way past the newcomer before slamming his bottle onto the bar and demanding another..... "Hey you old kark! Hurry your ancient are up and get me a new bottle of the bantha piss you call liquor before I get angry"
 
This was getting out of hand, if Juro was to follow one more dead end lead in this sandbox he was going to kill someone. Flustered and annoyed he realized he needed to take a quick break to figure out his next step. He followed a few other wanders to a Cantina on the outskirts of town. Juro realized this was as good a place as any. Pushing the front door open he saw what appeared to be a drunk commotion at the bar. He scanned the room for an open bar stool and someone who could get him a drink. The old bartender seemed too occupied to cater his needs. He looked to his left to see a smuggler who just cracked the seal on a bottle of liquor. Juro approached the human and took the bottle right out of his hands. As far as he was concerned everything in the galaxy was his for the taking. Tilting his head back he took a swig of the horrible drink. Something was better than nothing. The smuggler spoke out in protest, but it was white noise to the thirsty Kel'Dor.

[member="Jayce Pryde"] [member="Thraxis"]
 
Before he had joined the One Sith, Tatooine had been one of the many planets that Krayzen had been in. His long life had allowed him to establish many identities, but in this instance, he was not going to use them. Knowing full well that he was well out of the OS sphere of influence, Krayzen knew that he had to be extremely careful, especially considering the fact that in Tatooine, many people had basic, to somewhat advanced armor.

Before any attacks would occur, Krayzen had entered the cantina. As he entered, he quickly sensed a force signature that he knew was common with those that he had sensed back in OS space, specifically in the various temples that he had trained in. It seems that I'm not the only Sith that is here he thought idly, his Teras Kasi barriers protecting him. He could feel that the force signature that he had was certainly from a dark-sided user. Krayzen also sensed the signatures of the other force sensitives in the room.

If this unknown Sith sensed Krayzen, he would find that his signature was a mixture of both light and dark, something that he had gotten due to him having trained under the Zeison Sha, even though it was from a dark side sect of the millennial old force organization. They had certainly trained him in the ways of the force, and Krayzen had them to thank for him being able to use the force.

He quickly looked around, and determined the dark-sider. Krayzen so that the man seemed to be a mixture of a Mirakulan, and a Human, an interesting hybrid of species. From his centuries of experience, Krayzen knew that the Mirakulan used force sight, and were perhaps the best users of that ability. Being a user of the ability itself -even though he wasn't using the ability at the moment-, Krayzen knew what the ability could do to the user.

The Anzat had with him an armor comprised of plastoid, with an undersuit made of armorweave. The undersuit had a sound dampening overlay, allowing him protection from sound attacks. The helmet he had had a basic heads-up display, and the helmet had audio, and toxic filters that protected him. The helmet was EMP resistant, and comprised of a mixture of duraplast, with the glass being made of plex-alloy. From his travels in the galaxy, Krayzen knew that his armor wasn't really special, considering the fact that centuries of improvement in armor technology made a lot of the things more standard than they were before even he was born; moreover, the features his helmet weren't really that special, or unique, as well, and he knew that centuries of improvement in miniaturization of technology allowed for the features he had in his helmet to work efficiently.

His armaments were basic(if we are going by the standards of those that are in the bar), and some in the room had some of the same weapon types that he had(except the lightsaber,sonic pistol, and verpine shatter gun pistol) In his belt, he had with him a EMP hardened Sil-50 sonic pistol, as a heavy ion blaster. He also had a few vibrodaggers, as well as some grenades. On the left holster in the lower part of his body(specifically close to the knee), he had with him an EMP hardened Verpine shatter pistol which fired 9mm projectiles in a fluid fashion. On the right holster(same location at the left holster), he had with him a well concealed, EMP hardened lightsaber, which could also inside an aquatic environment. It also had a dual phase function. The lightsaber's hilt was the color blue, and the holster, as well as most of that part of the armor had the same color, adding to it being more hard to distinguish.

Krayzen so a place that seemed to be a more quiet place in the cantina, and he went there. As he sat down in a section of the cantina where music could be heard, he wondered what the Sith Acolyte was doing here on Tatooine. The Anzat was alert, ready to see what would occur. Krayzen had come here to recover an item that he wanted, but perhaps fate had another idea in mind?

[member="Jayce Pryde"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"]
 
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member=Juro]

The thick glass mug of Thraxis's booze shattered in the bartender's gloved hand as soon as Jayce finished his sentence, destroyed by seething rage balling his hand into a fist. The glass shards hit the duracrete floor in a glittering shower, unable to pierce his flesh. What were the odds that the exact day he decided to disguise himself as the "new bartender" to take a bounty, the patrons would decide to be the greatest pain in the neck they've been all year? Well, he was tired of waiting, and tired of taking chit from two-bit mooks who needed a lesson in humility.

He snapped around towards Jayce, golden Firrerrean eyes burning with anger, apron swinging. Wearing a glistaweb blood red sleeveless shirt and matching pants, the silver scars that covered his body like intricate markings over his golden-bronze skin were visible on his muscled arms. They glowed slightly as his blood pumped a bit faster. Walking up to Jayce, he slammed his hands on the bar, knocking over several patron's drinks and leaned in close. Despite his irritation, he spoke calmly and clearly.

"You must not know who the feck you're talking to. I suggest you get your scrawny, prettyboy behind out of this chair and run yourself back to your parent's house before I get angry, kid."
 
[mood]/irritated.

PRIMUS was sitting in the outside covered patio section of the cantina. The twin suns of Tatooine reflecting off the durasteel portions of his chassis. It seemed some of the patrons were getting rowdier than usual. The droid was sitting with his boots propped up on the table reading a newsfeed. An untouched glass of grain alcohol sat on the table infront of him. The tails of his brick red armorweave coat on the floor. His Cleanser Mk I trench pistol was visible in its thigh holster. His CS-33 Firespray stun rifle was magnetically attached to his jetpack. And a CR-24 flame rifle sat propped up against his chair. PRIMUS' eyes glowed an orange to match the setting suns in annoyance.

[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Juro"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Thraxis"]
 
[member="Thraxis"] [member="Juro"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Bloodknight"]

He could sense the force users that had just entered. Both Darksiders. His attention however was on the fake bartender who had slipped up and allowed his aura to shine through the facade of a humble bartender. A chuckle even slipped from within Jayce as the barkeep glared at him, A glare that was almost as fearsome as a baby ewok to Jayce.

When the hidden force user leaned forwards so did Jayce, Who listened to the hollow threats of the fake bartender before he himself would speak once more, his yellow eyes burning through the man as he did...... "Look here you Firrerrean trash! Get me my fethin bottle before I commence to turning you into little more than a pile of broken bones and blood!"
 

Marcus Rann

Guest
M
The figure did no sound, as the bottles of red flow from each harebrained drunkard's veins with their called courtesans sitting on their laps like children. This world of slavery is a dream came true, whilst other escorts were chosen inside the raucous backstage where the pleasant-sounding melody came. Pale, white fingers gently tapped the wooden board slightly as it rose to dim light, sliding past a orange-hued shot glass. His nonchalant grin became a more insane, sinister leer as his impatience around a pair of death stick merchants, his eyes resembling fire-pits came gazing at the couple full of annoyance as they begged him for their lascivious desire of inconvenience. Then he was patient, and he was patient, then he was again patient. Then he clenched his fist. Then two people were cleaved with a filthy remembrance marked on their hard heads. " Cry in front of your mothers, you smoking damdots. Tell her your paper rolls spilled the floor. " He forcefully shoved one's clothing and slowly pulled him near him, as the once-clamorous audience came silent for quite a second and kept doing their work.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Juro"]
 
Krayzen quickly observed what was happening, as he heard the Sith Acolyte argue, and trade insults with the bar-tender. He knew that the bartender was a force sensitive, and Krayzen quickly made a logical guess that this would most likely turn out into a fight between the two. The Anzat made sure to remember the signatures of each of the people that were force sensitives in this room, in order for him to be prepared in the future if he were to encounter them again.

As he heard the unknown Sith's reply, Krayzen so the other force sensitive in the cantina, one that was a Kel-Dorian. It seems that I picked an interesting day to leave the academy Krayzen stated. He quickly smirked, and he could hear another loud commotion between an individual and a few drunkards. Krayzen quickly remembered his old days as a bounty hunter, and how this fights usually happened often. If he was a force sensitive, Krayzen would also determine his/her location inside the bar.

One of the more interesting individuals that caught his eye for a brief second was a droid, who, from what Krayzen knew, seemed to have Techno Union weaponry. Krayzen knew that the OS and TU were long standing allies. He hoped as he continued to train amongst the Sith that he would get a few contacts in the TU.

As tensions grew, Krayzen continued to remain alert.




[member="Jayce Pryde"]
@P.R.I.M.U.S
[member="Juro"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Vhi'tori"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
 
[member="Jayce Pryde"]

The Twi'lek fighter pilot was sitting in the back, relaxing after returning from a combat patrol. Commanding a detachment of Galactic Alliance Navy pilots was hard work, especially when they were those overzealous types who wanted to kill everything that moved. It seemed that many of these dirtbags in his hole had not seen a Twi'lek, especially a female, before. She got plenty of lewd stares from creepy weirdos, but knew if and when it came down to it,, she could kick some serious ass and hold her own in a fight. Just the other day, she had been fighting off the biggest fleet of pirates seen, as her squadron had been sent to keep them from getting to the planet and wreaking havoc on it.

Looking around the room, Poy kept an eye on anyone who seemed to be looking for a fight. Her DL-18 blaster pistol rested in its holster on her hip - it would come in handy if someone could not take no for an answer. Looking up at the bar, it seemed the barkeep was in the early stages of picking a fight with a customer - something that she had not noticed before. Sinking lower into her comfortable chair, she tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. She would have wanted to be back at base, but her Commanding Officer told her that she had to take some emergency leave, because she had been flying and fighting non-stop for the past six weeks, only taking breaks to eat and study.

"I would really like to see someone try and stand up to me..." the Twi'lek said quietly to herself, taking a small sip of her drink.
 
Juro held the bottle in this left hand, he grabbed the seat closest to him, as he observed all of the confrontation at the bar. Juro's right elbow rested on a window sill, supporting his upper body. His right hand resided on his knee as he took in the atmosphere of the bar. The tension seemed to brew as more people started entering the bar. All this nonsense over a bottle of alcohol. Cantinas always attracted the bottom of the barrel. The fact Juro was there must have meant he was in that category. No, he realized that he is not the scum that lives at these cantinas, merely a visitor. It was time to be a cliche and muster some trouble at the bar.

Juro's right hand rose ever so slightly off his knee. He focused on all of the bottles behind the bar. He channeled his force as he continued to stare at the racks of alcohol. Suddenly, his fingers extended shattering the bottles behind the bar. Shards of glass shattered everywhere startling the regulars. Juro's hand rested back upon his knee. Juro was not only trying to entice the bar guests, but he wanted to see who he was dealing with. There were so many people in the cantina, Juro needed to look for dangerous tells. He could sense great power near by, but he had not been trained on how to hone in on it's location. Instead he made a scene and observed the crowd and their reactions. He looked for tells, someone overly calm, a subconscious maneuver such as reaching for a weapon. Maybe even someone else scanning the room to find the source of the disturbance.

Juro's eyes moved as his body was frozen in place. A few individuals stuck out, but time would tell if his observations held any merit.

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Vhi'tori"]
@Poy Luroon
 
[mood]/irritated.

PRIMUS' auditory receptors picked up the sound of shattering glass from within the cantina. Why were organics so petty and overconfident? PRIMUS only fought when threatened or when given a job. PRIMUS then decided that he did not want to stick around any longer. He pulled a flask from inside his coat and dumped the rest of his vodka in it. Then, grabing his flame rifle and gathering a few credits from his pocket, he made his way back into the cantina. The tall droid clanked his way though the crowd. His sensors scanned in all directions for sudden movement. PRIMUS went up to the barkeep arguing with another customer. "Excuse me, but I'd like to close my tab."

[member="Juro"]
[member="Poy Luroon "]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Vhi'tori"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Bloodknight"]
 
[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]

As Jayce spoke, the two were so close that Andreas was forced to get a whif of his breath. The guy had good hygiene, he'd give him that, but he was snifging for something specific. Andreas's sensitive nose picked up the scent of alcohol, sure, but not enough for anybody to get drunk. This kid was making the conscious sober decision to stand up to him of all people. The Firrerreo couldn't help but crack a smile, one corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk of admiration.

"You got guts, kid."

Then his smirk turned into a rictus, revealing pearly white sharp teeth with savagely long canines as he grabbed Jayce by his collar and, as if the Sith acolyte weighed nothing, threw him out of his chair, behind the bar counter, and into the racks of liquor behind him just as they shattered from unknown means.

"Better hope you can back up your big talk or they're gonna paint this floor." He said, an animalistic snarl at the base of his voice.

Just then, some other guy walked up to him, completely ignoring the fact that he was busy. PRIMUS got out all of one word before Andreas vaulted over the bar counter to plant his feet on pirate droid's chest in a full body kick.

"Now what the feck you got to say, huh? Say something, tin can, I dare you! I will put a dent so far up your metal behind, you'll be a storage device!"

Andreas was done taking chit from people who needed an attitude adjustment. If his target didn't come yet, he wouldn't come at all. Truly, Andreas just didn't care anymore. He was 210% done with the people in this cantina.
 
[mood]/angry.
PRIMUS stumbled back two steps with a heavy 'clunk! clunk!', but did not fall. The barkeep was big but PRIMUS was 265 pounds of durasteel, plated in duraplast with a quadranium skeleton. Kicking him was like kicking the hull of a ship. PRIMUS' photoreceptors flashed a deep and piercing red. "Impetuous meatbag!" PRIMUS' photoreceptors went from red to a brilliant white.
[mood/default.>combat protocol initiated.
PRIMUS' Icon-Class personal energy shield popped up around him in dual mode. The droid was suddenly surrounded by a bubble of both a particle and ray shield. The flame rifle still in his right hand, PRIMUS reached out and grabbed the barkeep with his left hand. His metallic fingers crackled with a stunning electric charge. Blue electricity arced between his fingers.

[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
 
Tiali already sitting at the bar with his drink already at hand, when a recognizable voice rings into his ears. It belonged to Thraxis it was surely a shock to see him here of all places. Oh wait no it really wasn't a surprise. "Hey Thraxis what are you up to? Nice place right."

Tiali is wearing his custom made Urban camo suit Mk-I his visor covering his face vibroblades on the top side of his forearms and a wrist mounted sonic pistol on his right under forearm. The tikulini leather covering most of his body with durasteel helmet, shoulder pads and chest guard. His belt had an assortment of grenades and a JT-12 jetpack attached to his back. to the lower parts he wore magno-grip boots, with one LL-30 pistols on his thigh with the other side holstering a Stun gun.

As all the commotion started close by, Tiali just shock his Head in disappointment "This is why most Cantinas and bars shouldn't serve their kind they just cause trouble." Tiali continued to drink and might even enjoy the free show while he is at it.

[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Thraxis"]
 
[member="Thraxis"] [member="Juro"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Bloodknight"] [member="P.R.I.M.U.S."] [member="Vhi'tori"] [member="Poy Luroon "][member="Tiali Orazio"]


Well that was unexpected

That's what crosses through Jayce's mind as he flew over the bar to crash through the shelves filled with various liquor bottles, The only thing saving the Sith from being shredded by the broken glass being the force barrier he'd managed to throw up around his body just as it destroyed the shelves.

Needless to say, This did not make the Sith happy at all.

Pryde was quickly back to his feet, Glass and shelf debris falling from him as he did. Within seconds his eyes were locked back onto the now unsuspecting barkeep, The man now confronting a massive droid and ignoring the Sith behind him..... That was a mistake.

The force flowed openly through Jayce and powered his muscles as the Sith bolted forward, His right hand quickly drawing the Lightsaber hilt from its place on his back as he leapt over the bar. As he flew over the bar top his intentions were simple, The Saber hilt in his right hand swinging violently through the air aimed to strike the back of [member="Bloodknight"] 's head with enough force to nearly cave the mans skull in as Jayce would land.
 

Marcus Rann

Guest
M
It was holding on the man's neck with force, that the man could not breathe freely. A loud bang was heard inside the room, but at a closer look, the merchant was thrown in a short distance, landing by his back on a dusty holo chessboard whilst a Rodian and a Devaronian were playing with delight with bottles. It only took a split second. A split second. A split second for the pirate to find another brawl. The first one looked pretty much of a daemon, had a red skin which were as hellish, and so were its curved horns, The second one was green as murky water and was mysterious and quiet. whereas the two wore tattered, homeless-looking garbs that looked like a potato sack. As soon as the Vong has gone back to his seat, the duo snapped his attention, as they intentionally nodded each other, as they haltingly stepped forward to the pale creature with a rusted dagger from their benches. One. Two. Two silhouettes happened to be just in the Vong's view, and unknown to them was a Bryar peeking beneath the table. " Why can't we be nice, people? " A blade rose up from the void and attempted to stab Vhitore's index finger, which he gently moved aside. " Say greetings to the underworld, boardboy. " he grinned eerily. The trigger was pulled, the shot has been fired, and it landed to the Rodian's shoulder. " AGH! " the slender-snouted, green man grunted, and collapsed to the floor, shivering. One down. The other one, the Devaronian, pulled a pushknife from his pocket and narrowly cut his flap without his attention calling in. Vhitore's tangerine eyes changed in looking to the red-faced mercenary wannabe. " Giving me a small cut will just give you a larger wound. " as he stood up and swung a blow to the Devaronian. *BAM* Two down. The pirate aimed his pistol to the Devaronian's jaw, as he was pinned unto the ground " Let me put a smile in your face. " At least, in this way, Vhitore did give him even the little bit of his mercy, blasting it anyway with no regrets. His voice came raspy. " Fun begins within bloodbath. " His head flashed into two other people starting a fueled exchange. " Now that is fun. "

[member="Jayce Pryde"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="P.R.I.M.U.S."]
[member="Bloodknight"]
 
Andreas had no idea what "impetuous" meant, but it must not have been any kind of compliment because the droid it came from proceeded to grab at him with an electrified hand. Quick to react, Andreas stepped back out of [member=P.R.I.M.U.S.]'s reach and was about to counterattack when [member=Jayce Pryde] slammed into his back from above. As the sith was aiming for where Andreas's head used to be, his swing missed, but the force of the rest of his body coming down pushed Andreas forward into PRIMUS's grasping hand. Jolting straight up, the Firrerreo grit his teeth to stifle a scream of surprise and pain as the electricity racked his body. This is why he hated fighting droids. The force won't betray the intentions of something it is not connected to and they had no musculature to read, making their movements a lot harder to predict than an organic's. What's more? They had all types of tricks and gadgets and chit stashed everywhere and you wouldn't know until it was too late. Like this electric hand that was zapping the Hell out of him. The same had that he would have dodged if it weren't for that fething kid behind him.
Reaching back, he grabbed Jayce. It was only fair that he get his fair share of the pain, since it was him that got him in this in the first place. The shock would jump between him and Andreas, lessening the pain just enough for him to push Jayce back towards the bar. From there, he ducked down and lifted P.R.I.M.U.S. off the ground. The droid was a lot heavier than he looked, but having learned this from the earlier kick he gave the droid, he was prepared. It was also important to note that Andreas was a lot stronger than he looked. Roaring with the effort and lifting with his legs, the Firrerreo power lifted the 200+ pound droid and threw it right at Jayce. If that droid landed on any part of the acolyte, he would be done with.

"I ain't got tetanus, fool."

Turning around to face his two opponents, Andreas settled into a Teras Kasii stance, gauging their reactions. He found that most cantina brawlers who weren't from Hellgotha were dissuaded from fighting whenever he adopted that stance, unwilling to fight against a trained opponent. With one outstretched hand, he motioned for one or both of them to come at him.
 

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