Private Trouble finds you

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Planet Syvris, Syvris System, Al’Nasrl Sector, Outer Rim Territories
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Minerva, deck out in her Mandalorian armor, briskly walked through the crowded street. Through the t-visor she can note the rather dismal surroundings. Not as bad as Nar Shaddaa but this place is no Naboo either. Then again I’m not staying here for too long. Air speeders flew overhead as steam from open food stalls filled the air.

Vendors called out their wares all around her. Most people just kept on walking like she did. A pair of children in rags, one Sullustan and a Gran ran past Minerva. She briefly checked her pockets and much to her silent relief nothing was stolen. Music from an open cantina played loudly up ahead.

Standing in front of the establishment she shrugged her shoulders. Might as well have a drink or two. The armored warrior went inside and found the place pretty crowded. Most patrons were at small tables watching a podrace event on Malastare. While a few others were at the bar stand.

Perfect

Making her way there Minerva accidentally bumped into a large Qurren in worker overalls. “Hey watch where you’re going!” The squid face man shouted. She did not pay him any mind which angered the Qurren further. He reached out to grab her by the shoulder, but swiftly Minerva gripped his arm and twisted it backward.

The Qurren let out a cry of pain which caused most to look over toward their direction. Still twisting the limb Minvera forced him to his knees, causing the man to squeal. Subsequently in pain he looked up, seeing the Mandalorian’s visor up close.

“Piss off.”

Said Minerva in a low but threatening tone. Frightened the Qurren nodded in submission, wanting the pain to stop. A moment later the mercenary let him go and he ran off nursing the injured limb. As soon as the confrontation ended everyone else went back to their drinks and such like nothing happened.

Done, she reached the bar and tossed a coin to the owner. “Corellian ale.” She ordered without hesitation. The barkeep, an eldery blue Twi’lek gave a nod and went to get it.

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Running in heavy armour was hard. Mathieu's armour had larger gaps than many other armour sets of similar proportions which meant that it wasn't in the way in the same way when moving. But the weight remained the same. Fortunately, his build, his stims and the force helped him overcome it, allowing him to at least keep up. While the person he was chasing had a slim build and was as slippery as a fish, snaking his way through smaller crowds and between stalls, Mathieu kept charging. It was fortunate for him that most decided to get out of his way as they saw him on the pursuit - whether it was out of the good of their hearts or out of fear of getting hurt was still unclear.

It was supposed to just be a quick stop to buy a few supplies before booking another shuttle back to Silver space but some things were more important than getting home promptly. This was one of those occasions. The person he was chasing had been trying to transport slaves - something which had to be stopped. Having destroyed the energy field that had kept them locked up, all he had to do now was to catch the perpetrator. Hopefully, it would lead to more clues which would allow him to track down the scum's companions.

Eventually, the slaver dashed into a local bar, just as a seemingly hurt Qurren left it. Fortunately for Mathieu, it turned out to be a dead-end - for when he stepped into the establishment, he saw that the man found himself trapped. It was obvious that something was going on, causing the jolly laughs and more or less friendly murmurs inside to die down "Help! He's insane!" the slaver pointed at the broad-shouldered Padawan. Mathieu didn't think much of it - the brown outer robe he wore over his armour along with the plate's softer design were a strong indicator that he was a Jedi and he didn't for a moment believe that the patrons or the barkeep would buy the story. To his surprise, a couple of the other patrons stood up for the slaver and put themselves between him and Mathieu.

"Stand aside. I caught him red handed. He is a slaver." Now, the bar grew truly silent. Even the few who had kept to their own company and continued enjoying the night when the action first started looked over to the Padawan. The barkeep delivered the Corellian ale to the Mandalorian before leaning over the bar, speaking with a raspy voice "You don't know how things work on Syvris, do you?" It was clear that there was a significant risk of the situation turning violent.

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Taking off the helmet, the warrior’s dark wavy hair and hawkish expression was revealed. Some of the other patrons looked over, rather surprised that she took it off. Typical outsiders, assuming we Mandalorians all follow the Way in the same matter. Not that Minerva had objections to the bethern who were more strict about it but she had her own path which was more flexible in comparison.

As she waited for her beverage, the mercenary suddenly heard running footsteps from behind. Turning she saw a desperate looking fellow stormed in, causing the other patrons to cease talking and stare at him. He’s looking for an exit like a trapped womp rat but can’t find it. Minerva silently noted as the fugitive cried out for help, pointing at his pursuer.

Tilting her head, the Mandalorian took a moment to examine the other one that just rushed in. Armor with robes and a self-righteous expression. Definitely a Jedi. Somehow Minerva wasn’t surprised at all by this, especially when the armored monk demanded everyone aside while accusing the man he chased of being a slaver.

“Smooth peacekeeper, real smooth.”

She muttered sarcastically while watching several customers stand between the Jedi and his prey. Minerva had to suppress a chuckle at such bravo. Seriously they’re going to risk their lives for a womp rat of a man against a saber wielding zealot? It was at that moment the Twi’lek bartender gave her the ale and scolded the Jedi.

Nodding her thanks, Minerva sipped her drink, watching the showdown unfold. This where the fun begins. The mercenary thought with savage amusement.

Mathieu Brion

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Numerous snipes came raining down at him - comments defending the slaver, a few shots at Mathieu ruining local business and more than a few nerfherder comparisons. He ignored most of them, but one person stood out. It was the dark haired woman with the Mandalorian helmet at her side. She called him a peacekeeper. His identity was not hidden - but so far, she was the only one who had taken note of him more than likely being a Jedi. It didn't matter for now - what mattered was catching the weasel whom he was chasing.

"Look, just get our of my way so I can pick the slaver up and I'll leave you guys in peace, alright?" he said, hoping that they wouldn't want to bother protecting someone dealing with such a despicable trade as slave trading. The barkeep scoffed "Well why don't you remove yourself from my inn?" the comment prompted Mathieu to quickly answer "But he's a slaver! A criminal!" to which the thuggish man standing between the Padawan and the slaver let out a smug chuckle "Not on Syvris, he aint"

A sigh escaped the large Morellian as his wide shoulders fell. Drawing his sabre and cutting people up left and right didn't seem like a good path, even to stop a slaver. And while he was inclined to stand up for what he believed in, Jedi enforcing their morals on another system might not be what the higher-ups wanted, neither from the Order nor the Concord. And with that, he nodded "Okay, okay, I'll leave" he said, slowly starting to go back towards the exit.

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Minerva’s eyes narrowed in outrage. Seriously?! The sight of the Jedi backing down made her scowl in utter disgust. She had often heard tales of the wars that her adopted people fought against and sometimes with the monks. Now he is letting his foe go all because of popular opinion.

Her blood boiled at the very thought while laughter and jeers erupted at the Jedi’s expanse. Not my business but I hate half hearted measures. Makes me sick. Not wanting to spend another moment there she gulped down her drink.

As the peacekeeper took his leave, the slaver emboldened by the crowd’s support drew a hidden pistol. Just as he was aiming at the Jedi’s back a laser shot struck his gun hand. Screaming out with instant pain, the slaver dropped the blaster and grasped his wounded hand with the other, dropping to the floor sideways.

The crowd turned the direction of the shot and their shock and saw an angry Minerva armed with her pistol, smoke sizzling from its barrel.

Mathieu Brion

 

[Mathieu Brion]

A Jedi with the training Mathieu had could sense many things. Many threats. Still, with the many impressions of the bar and the aggressiveness of the crowd around him, he was only a Padawan and failed to sense the looming threat of being shot in the back in time. Instead, he only turned around in time to see the Mandalorian woman shoot the slaver's hand and then the blaster dropping out from it. "Impr-..." it was supposed to be a one-word sentence, but even that had to be cut short as the Jedi had to dodge a jab directed at his head.

He noticed how a few patrons seemed to target the Mandalorian woman too, something which caused him to realise that this was probably trouble which they were in together. But there was little time to think of that for the time being. With a powerful build and heavy armour, Mathieu was content to leave his lightsabre out of the fight for now as escalating it was something he hoped to avoid. Quickly coming back at his foe, the large Padawan managed to quickly knock him out.

Before long, he was on the move - this time to tackle another rowdy patron, sending him to the ground a few feet away. Someone else had taken the opportunity that presented itself upon seeing the brief pause Mathieu took after tackling the patron and slung a fist at his back. Fortunately, a thick armour plate laid underneath his robes, causing the person who threw the punch way more pain than he felt himself. Ignoring striking back for now, he rushed towards the Mandalorian, hoping to help her if needed or try to escape together if possible.

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Minerva didn’t have time to consider what just happened when several patrons came at her. “Schutta, we gut you!” Exclaimed a drunken Weequay in gray overalls. The Mandalorian didn’t hesitate, managing to fire three bolts. The Weequay struck by two shots went down face first followed by a middle aged human.

However, a purple Natolouan charged her from the left side, knocking her pistol to the floor. Just as she attempted to stab her with a knife, the latter suddenly slammed her helmet into the former’s face. The Natolouan staggered back with a broken nose and concussion. Swifty Minerva put the helmet on but was then tackled to the ground by a freckle faced human.

They rolled around the floor, causing a patron or two to trip over them. Getting on top the red hair thug grinned while choking Minerva. Gagging for air, the Mandalorian in both desperation and fury threw her left hand up. A hidden knife came out the vambrace and stabbed through the surprised drunk's throat, killing him instantly.

Throwing the deadweight of the man off Minerva rolled up in a defensive stance. In that moment she saw the Jedi rushing toward her. More of the mob yelling and cursing came at them both.

Mathieu Brion

 

[Mathieu Brion]

Where Mathieu had been careful not to cause too many serious injuries, the Mandalorian woman had not. Not only had she stabbed someone with her vambrace-mounted knife, she had also gone so far as to shoot someone. The noise of the blaster was one which most were familiar with and now that it had been fired, the young Morellian wondered if it meant that the other patrons who were also involved in the fight might soon unsheathe their own weapons. But then, her first shot was fired to save him and if she hadn't taken it, chances were that he would have been shot already. Mathieu still had hope that it could be avoided but mentally prepared to use his lightsabre.

At least she seemed to be most competent in a fight - for she had held her ground and managed to take down a few patrons already. Once he arrived by her side, Mathieu turned around 180 degrees to punch the patron who had previously hit him in the back and had followed him there in the face. It was a quick way to knock a person out - albeit a simple one. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice marked with an elevated degree of focus and intensity.

With a number of foes rushing to them, seemingly furious, there was little left to do other than to brace for impact. For a moment, ha considered handing her her blaster - but then, that was almost a certain way of ensuring that more people would die. And so, he refrained from the action - if she wanted it back, she would have to bring it back herself. In an attempt to slow the charge of the first three, Mathieu took a step to the side, away from the Mandalorian. Well there, he produced a high kick aimed to the head of the foe in the middle - it was done too early but the desired effect of having the man stop right in his tracks was achieved. Keeping the momentum which the kick put his body in, the large Padawan continued the spin until he could set his foot down a bit closer to the foe to the side - with that, he thrusted his elbow at them and knocked their air out as it hit their chest. The third foe was charging at Minnerva and once he had recovered, the one in the middle seemed to do the same.

Minerva Fhirdiad

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Once the Jedi stopped and punched an assailant he demanded to know who the Mandalorian was. She snorted in response. “Just shut up and fight ya monk.” They had no time for introductions as more hostiles rushed toward them. Subsequently other patrons were running out the bar, wanting to escape the chaos.

The peacekeeper immediately sprang to action kicking one and elbowing another in quick succession. The third, a Duros kept coming but Minerva was ready for him. Just as the blue humanoid brought out a vibroblade the merc sidestepped him, before kicking him in the back. The blow and momentum sent the Duros hitting the bar and flipping with a cry of pain.

As for the one, who was kicked by Mathieu earlier he sprang up at Minerva next. Drawing a heavy pistol to fire point blank the red bearded man was caught off guard when Minerva flew toward him via jetpack. The would-be gunman gasped as Minerva struck hard with her right knee into his chest, sending him flying back. He slammed into a gambling table, crushing it while Minerva

The occupants, who happened to be a trio of Gamorrans, squeaked in sheer anger and started to beat on the fallen man for ruining their game. Subsequently other fights for whatever reason were erupting throughout with shouts and curses. Soon enough blaster shots were being exchanged.

Mathieu Brion

 

[Mathieu Brion]

While Minerva was contending with the foe who drew his heavy blaster, a nearby patron tried his luck in attacking Mathieu from behind. The Padawan was lucky that he only used his fist, for the strike did hit him by the backside of his head, dazing him somewhat as he took a few surprised step forth. Turning around, the young Morellian threw a punch back at the man who attacked him, causing him to stagger back. He then took a few quick steps forth and sent the man flying with a powerful kick, momentarily incapacitating him.

Looking back to the Mandalorian, he managed see her propel her foe away by making clever use of the jetpack but the situation with the Gamorreans that followed seemed far from ideal. And to make matters worse, a higher portion of the patrons were starting to unsheathe their blasters, upping the degree of violence to the most deadly sort. He certainly had to be more careful in the future, for in part, the mayhem that was now present was because of him. And with that in mind, Mathieu realised that he had to try to stop it all.

Moving in closer to an armed Devaronian, he hollered for the man to "Stop! Don't shoot!" but of course, his words did little to say the man - he was engaged in other activities and suddenly ceasing them now, naturally made little sense. Telling the Gamorreans to stop did not work either and so he proceeded to the only option he saw as something which might succeed. It was a quick motion that brought his lightsabre to his hand and igniting it was even quicker. As he did, he managed to deflect a blaster coming towards the Devaronian whilst at the same time slashing his weapon, rendering it inoperable. A pause in the fighting was created as it now became abundantly obvious that a Jedi was there. "You need to stop the fighting now" he said, keeping a determined voice as he looked out over the bar.

Minerva Fhirdiad