Private Under the Radar

[Yuri Maji]

NAR SHADDAA | SPACE PORT
TAGS: Orion Pavond

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While not on a literal level, the silence and serenity had the Shistavanen finally relaxing for a moment. His last two attempts at taking a break resulted in being beaten up, hunted down, shot at and crossing paths with a literal Sith. It was rather ironic that the one place that never slept was the most quiet space he had visited in recent months. No jobs being lined up, no hunters coming for his head, just peace and quiet.

With a good song playing overhead as he nursed his pint of beer.

The space port's cantina was bustling as always with the various different people coming and going through the Smuggler's Moon. There was the incident on Coruscant that drew the attention of the authorities, but he wasn't too concerned about that. The chances of a Jedi or someone tracking him down to Nar Shaddaa of all places. And so he lit a cigarette, took a long sip of his drink and sank back into the comfy booth as he watched the comings and goings of the various patrons. "Yeah, I needed this." He groaned to himself, flexing his cybernetic arm. The aches were acting up again, though they weren't as intense. He hoped that it wasn't rejection kicking in.

A nearby brawl broke out and his ears shot up. As if things couldn't get better, he even had some live entertainment for the moment... until someone got shot. That's the risk of starting trouble in Hutt Space, a lesson he knew well. "This is the life..." He leaned his head back and took a puff, finally content with his little slice of paradise.

 

[Orion Pavond]

NAR SHADDAA - CITY SPACE PORT - CANTINA BAR
Yuri Maji

Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler's Moon. Aptly named as well as its other titles. Little Coruscant for one, or—if someone felt the need to be far more derogatory, especially to the Hutt cartels that owned the planet—Little Slugland. The smell of smoke, spice, and booze permeated in the air mixed with the scents of food stalls pretending not to be fronts for something more. Everyone needed a cover story, no matter if the land was lawless or not. If the law would not keep criminals to a code, they would enforce one themselves. One that forced many to either fall in line or to keep to the shadows.

Orion preferred walking down the open sidewalks. After all, this used to be his home. If there was anywhere to feel comfortable and at home, it was here of all places. Now, if only he could remember the best way to get past a cantina bouncer without an invitation, then this would have been far more smooth sailing. Luckily, an opportunity presented itself in the form of an unwanted distraction.

"Pavond! You son of a mudscuffer! Is that you?" a Zygerrian spoke up from behind Orion, breaking up the small line behind the Mirialan, "It is, isn't it?"

Orion cast a quick glance over his shoulder before his eyes narrowed a little. Not in concern or agitation but rather an apathetic concentration. A brief sigh followed before Orion turned around. A pair of Trandoshans followed up behind the Zygerrian. Orion did not know those two, but he definitely remembered the Zygerrian. A small-time crook trying to make it big. Guess it was time to curb that illicit enthusiasm and give the man a reality check.

And here Orion thought he would have to charm his way in with a few well-performed magic tricks. He even had the cards for the whole set and witty one-liners all lined up.

"Y'know, the Hutts would pay good money for you, me thinks," the Zygerrian hustler smiled before tugging on a shock whip between his hands, pulling it taut for a moment.

Before getting ready to swing.

"Get him."

The charged whip's ionizing light grew a little close to comfort for Orion before he ducked, letting the whip wrap its clutches around the bouncer instead. Taking a moment to use the opportunity, Orion's armored hands clutched onto the bouncer's jacket before shifting the man's weight over his shoulder. The bouncer flew overhead before landing atop the Zygerrian, and the sound of two individuals twitching and screaming told him all he needed before the scene shifted as Orion's entire torso flew through door under the tackle of not one but two Trandoshans charging at him.

Using his feet to push back, Orion found himself sliding across the room as he tried elbowing one of the Trandoshan's in the back before being pinned down on the bar. Orion reached a hand out as he tried to top a clawed hand from puncturing an eye or clawing away at his face.

"A little help, stranger?" Orion coughed the words out, "Certainly makes for a story to laugh over shared drinks, right?"

His call for help directed at the Shistavanen before Orion headbutted one of the Trandoshans before the Mirialan was slammed once more into the bar table, struggling against the pair. That would leave a mark on his back.

Not for long though.

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri's moment of bliss and peace was interrupted when one of the men in the brawl, a Mirialan, called out for some assistance. Yuri smirked and let out a plume of smoke through his nostrils in contemplation. On the one end, he was incredibly lazy and enjoying the peace far too much... on the other end, dropping two Trandoshans would be one hell of a story to tell.

With a sigh he killed his cigarette and downed his pint of beer. After a quick check to make sure his pistol and holster was properly secured, Yuri charged into the fray and balled his cybernetic fist. Electricity crackled along its surface with the integrated stunners brought to life, all of it expelled when durasteel met the jaw of a Trandoshan with a mighty swing. Yuri didn't waste a second to jump onto the staggered lizard and lay into him with a flurry of punches. He was only interrupted when the giant hurled him into the bar counter.

A cackling laugh rumbled from Yuri's lips, his golden eyes carefully watching the thug. "I'm gonna make some good shoes outta you." He remarked, baiting the thug into taking another swing at him. Yuri expertly duck underneath the punch and leapt up to lock his arms around his foe's neck from behind. "The hell you even struggling so much? They ain't so tough!" He taunted, sparing a glance at the Mirialan. His momentary advantage was broken when the Trandoshan rammed him into the bar counter, breaking Yuri's iron grip around his neck. But Yuri didn't falter, a kick to the thug's knee brought him down and a durasteel uppercut sent him falling back.

"Best vacation ever." Yuri remarked, leaping on top of the downed foe to deliver a few more punches.

Orion Pavond

 

[Orion Pavond]

NAR SHADDAA - CITY SPACE PORT - CANTINA BAR
Yuri Maji

Finally. A little assistance. Immediately, Orion felt the pressure of two Trandoshans immediately leave his back as he pushed himself off the bar countertop. Standing a little more shakily than he should, Orion sat down on a stool before rolling his shoulders a few times. He watched as the Trandoshans began to falter under the experience and durasteel punches of the Shistavanen.

The bounty hunter was right. But it was better to be underestimated as a threat than anything else. Orion nursed his wounds for a moment before looking around to see if he could order a drink. The bartender was already in the back, possibly grabbing a bouncer or a blaster or both. Everyone else had given the fight a measure of space as well. Either it would sort itself out or escalate.

And if it did escalate to threaten the whole establishment, Orion was more than sure everyone would draw their armaments in collective unison to lay down blaster fire upon any would-be troublemaker. So instead, Orion set several credits on the countertop before grabbing a few different liquors and mixing together a drink himself. Nothing too fancy but something with substance to make anyone's mouth water for more of the concoction.

Then Orion stood up with drink in hand and gently poked the Shistavanen's shoulder. Nothing to alarm him but enough to maybe get the bounty hunter's attention without receiving a punch to Orion's own green face.

"I think they've had enough," Orion swirled the glass's liquid contents enticingly, "How about a drink? It's on me."

And Orion let the statement hang in the air for a moment, curious how this particular bounty hunter would react. No more violence was required on his part. Only accepting the drink, if he wanted.

And perhaps a conversation too.

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri was laying into one of the Trandoshans, one durasteel punch after the other. He didn't even care that the poor fool wasn't fighting back anymore, he was going to wrap this fight up properly. Only when he felt a tap on his shoulder did he stop punching, instead twisting around to raise his fist at the unknown entity behind him. Luckily he halted his attack when he saw the Mirialan's green visage and took a breath.

He studied the glass and its owner for a moment before giving a bloody smile. He got off the Trandoshan and took the glass from the man. "I'll bite." He remarked with a nod of thanks and a sip of the stiff drink. His lip and gums burned from the sting of the liquor but that didn't stop him from enjoying it. "Didn't catch your name. Yuri Maji." He introduced himself with an outstretched hand.

Once the pleasantries were over with, he gestured to his table for them to have a seat. The two victims on the floor were carried out by a few volunteers while others cussed and shouted at them. Yuri smirked at the spectacle, a good warning to never lose a bar brawl.

With his seat reclaimed he helped himself to another sip of the concoction and a glance at his new drinking buddy. "So... mind tellin' me what that was all about?" He remarked with a laugh.

Orion Pavond