Withdrawals- Bar Brawl!

[RC 212]

[member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

Tatooine...

It was a scum hole, and one Ellie remembered well. Her first jobs had actually been here, stealing a star map from a hutt. A starmap that the Hutt had paid her for initially. He was wealthy, very wealthy and she was here to make a withdrawal. Much of his loot was under guard in his palace beyond the dune sea.

She found herself in a small hole in the wall bar at Mos Eisley, clad in a brown leather coat with leather trousers. From her back two sawed off shotguns criss crossed, and from her hips hung a tomma-hawk and small knife. She was surrounded by three rough looking men, all from excoron.

"Another drink please!" Ellie roared, raising her cup up so the bar tender could see it.

She'd placed an add for mercenaries a few days before, and they were beginning to filter in. Each one had to be interviewed beofre the strike. She only wanted the best and the brightest. Of course she'd need some other more connected folks later, after she robbed the Hutt for all he was worth and invested it in her own Trade Company.

Furs from the frontier of Exocron couldn’t finance this project alone.

"Aye I'm comin'" The bartender roared, irritated at her tone.

"Come faster then!" Ellie jested, eyes alight behind her warpainted face.

Two Rodians rose from the counter and whirled on her.

"Problem gents?" Ellie shot.

"You are the problem tiny human, you are stepping on toes that should not be stepped on. Do you know who this bartender works for?"

"Should I care? He owes me another a drink." She snarled.

One hand dipped to her knife, and she glared....

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

The musketeer was having a drink at the bar when he noticed to other Rodians messing with a beautiful young lady. He thought nothing of it at first, probably a criminal caught by her bosses minions for something. But it didn't seem right, they looked drunk. Ben stood up, hand on his rapier hilt, and walked over to the trio. "Evening you gents and madam, I see you're causing mild case of indecency in this establishment. Might I suggest you take this outside?" This was the gentleman coming out of him. He knew that there were others waiting to join in at the draw of a gun. But at an rate, the fight couldn't happen here. The night was still young, too early for bar fights. He stuck out his arms and began to push the Rodians out. "Leave this lady alone and return to your drinks, or I'll deal with this myself."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"]

From across the way she watched yet another Rodian intervene. As he attempted to push them out she grinned and drew her knife. She wanted to pursue them, to cut them down right there in the street, but now was not the time to draw too much attention. Not yet at any rate. She still needed a few more companions before that happened.

"Oy bartender."

He growled whirling on her.

"What do you want Raxis." He spat the name. almost as if in insult.

"Get that Rodian a drink too."

She leanedover to a brown haired man, who was cowled and clad in a dirty hunter tunic. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded, rising from the table with his mug to approach the newcomer.

"Greetings. That young lady over there would like to invite you to our table."

As he spoke Ellie locked eyes with Benedict...

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

"Alright then, I'll humor you." said Ben as he sheathed his Rapier. He took a seat and struck up a conversation. "I see not why you got into that scuffle with those pigs over there. It appears to me that you've done something to bother. Correct me if I'm wrong. Also, why were you eyeing me just then? You want to fight me now? I'm merely trying to help you, that's all." Ben finished his drink and returned it to the bartender. "Your glass, sir." The bartender sneered at such kindness. "Pah! You do not address me like that you slug! Pay your fee and leave!" That was it. "Alright, but I'm not ready to leave yet. Allow me to finish my conversation with this dame over here and I shall pay you my fee." He returned to his seat. "Now then, why did you want me to sit here? We don't know each other."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"]

Eliza smiled, sheathing the knife. She extended her hand to the Rodian.

"You are correct, we haven't met yet. But now we have."

Ellie eyed him up and down. He was of decent stature, had a rapier and the wits and strength to throw the ruffians from the bar. That was something she could use on this venture. she had ambitions and they were extending far beyond just the fur trade. Commerce ruled the galaxy and she was determined to have her slice of it.

To redeem the name of Raxis.

The name her borther had sullied.

"I'm Eliza Raxis, Frontierswoman from the Exocron system. These are my Ranger brethren, Torval, and Tannis."

Ellie took a sip of her drink now, setting the mug back down on the table with a clang.

"Nevermind the bartender. What brings you here?"

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"]


Ben himself began to size up the woman in front of him. She was strong stature, a true warrior. Her hair was locked and weaved to be a resemblance of Viking culture. Fair skin, beautiful dark eyes, the epiphany of beauty. "Well, a gent such as myself needs to get away from the pains of life. You know, let everything go for a while." He took notice to her saying that she was a frontierswoman. "Interesting that you enjoy that as this galaxy is struggling right now. Where have you gone on your travels? Yavin, Hoth, perhaps even the desolate hell known as Mandalore?" A burly man in the back stood up with three others and made their way to Benedict. "You there, slimy scoundrel! Where is our money!" They were trying to trick both Ben and the crowd to think he was a thief. In reality he was a banker on Mandalore, and they had no account. "Easy lads, I know not why you've forced yourself upon us. It appears to me that neither you nor your cronies have an account with the Mandalore-Rotadaria Bank. If you want one, I can make one for you." The men looked unimpressed, and drew pistols from their belts. "So be it!" Benedict drew his Rapier. "En Garde! Prets? Allez!" The fight was on.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

My eyes turned at the mention of 'Raxis'.

It was a name I'd heard somewhere before. It wasn't coming back to me, but I knew that I was familiar with it. There was a bit of a scuffle across from me by the bar, not uncommon in places like these. I was on Tatooine once again with a lack of better things to do. I got a lot of jobs from this blazing dustball. Though, I still loved it like a second home. The only downsides were that the people here were every bit as scummy as the bottom of my show. Oh, and the sand. I hate sand.

My attention came across a lady and some Rodian. The lady looked as if she were some sort of far-traveller; I've seen many of those in my day. I'll admit, she was kinda pretty. But I knew any effort would not lead to fruition. Then there was the Rodian. He looked a little posh, but I couldn't distinguish him from any other Rodian. I'm a little bit racist.

The two were conversing before another group of armed men interrupted them. They tried making a bit of a ruckus, but I knew these types. Extortionists, thugs. It was as if they were trying to sell the act, but I could really care less. Before long the Rodian had drawn his sword while the thugs had their blasters aimed between his starry eyes. Like bringing a knife to a gunfight. I didn't bother with intervening just yet. In fact, I was actually sort of morbidly curious as to what would happen.

And so I stayed seated, enjoying my drink. I was never much of a drinker at all, in fact I didn't like it so much. My first experiences as a drunkard were rather... well, bad. Terrible, to say the least. Truthfully I was scouting out for a new job. There were a few things here and there that caught my eye, but I was looking for something else. I just didn't know what.

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] | [member="Eliza Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

And there it was. It kicked off with bang. Eliza would have sighed when she was younger, would have detested the conflict. But now she thrived on it, perhaps not as much as Sith, but close. Conflict meant gaining allies and enemies, and they were all pawns on a board for the hungry woman to manuver.

But what was the Rodian? He was a banker, which gave her an in. Once she robbed the Hutts, she'd need to flip that money.

The first two shots whizzed past her head and she jumped to her feet. Torval and Tannis dove to either side of the room, smashing through the crowds and splintering old wooden tabled as they went. Ellies approach was more brutal than blasters.

The bolts that missed her struck a Mando'ade at the far side of the bar in his chest plate,s ending him careening into the mud wall with a sickening crunch. Patrons jumped from their booths, firing back with wild bursts of energy. The entire room was criss-crossing weave of fire works as one side began to fire on the other.

Through the chaos her eyes found her first target. She hefted her tommahawk and knife, and roared.

With a jump she cleared the floor, landing on the table in a crouch and then leaped again, high through the air.

"Yaaaaaargghh!"

The tommahwak was held high over her head as her arced body came down through the melee onto the first offender. It swung as her boots hit the floor with her full weight brought to bear in the strike. A razor sharp edge lodged into bone and flesh, smashing the skull. She finished the hapless assassin with a yank, ripping the hatchet free, whipping beads of ichor through the tight space...

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

One, two, three. That was how long it took to dispatch the guy right behind the main man. One. Benedict stuck the rapier into the barrel of the thug's gun, via the fencing 'lunge' position, causing the gun to explode. "ahhh!" He'd scream as his hand was disfigured. Two. The sword came and pinned the man's disfigured hand onto the floor, prompting yet another scream of pain. Three. With a swift kick of his foot, Benedict broke the neck of the assailant. No more scream came from him. He pulled the rapier from the floor and returned to fighting the rest, lashing out with his sword whenever he could. "It appears the knife is winning this gunfight fellas! HAHA!"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

Well the Rodian scored a point with his fancy sword work. The Assassin was dead except now they had a larger problem. Gamorrean guard plus what accounted for the towns Marshal was coming down on them. Despite the fact the Marshal answered to a Provincial government run by corrupt Hutts and Corporations, they still had the ability to put folks down and put them in Hutt Prison.

This establishment itself wasn't owned by the Hutts, but nearby establishments were. It was all too messy.

"Heads up we got-"

She had to pause as a Gamorrean burst through the crowd axe swinging.

Ellie barely managed to dodge right as the head clanged to the floor. She repositioned her tommahawk in a diagonal guard and rotated her knife into a reverse grip. the Gommorrean was fast, retracting the axe and swinging again, this time delivering a brutal power strike from the left.

Ellie clenched her teeth, baring them as she swung to block, catching the swing and pulling it down with the Tommahwak. Her boot came up, smashing the pig nose, sending blood everywhere. He let go of the axe and stumbled back, clutching his face. She would have surged in but she knew better.

Instead she backed up, resetting her guard.

"Hutt guards!" She finished.

More guards flooded in, mixed with humanoid wielding blaster rifles. They all wore a red armband, and suddenly the fight was turning. It had gone from patron on patron to an active resistance against the law.

The Gamorrean screeched. He charged, and in the flurry of combat they both tumbled down below the tables, blood flying in every direction...

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

Benedict ducked as the government troops rushed into the bar. Why had they come? This was only meant to be a simple fight between a honest man and some thugs. In no way shape or form should the government be involved in personal affairs. Then again, times were tough and weird. Today, anything was possible. A large Gamorrean had tackled Eliza and sent them both under a table. Her men were shooting at the government troops. As for the thugs, they'd been shot down when the first wave came in. Government- 1 Ben,Eliza,humanity as a whole- 0. While their situation was dire, they weren't exactly finished. He knew how to take on large crowds and bring them to their knees, but he needed more power. As it stood, it was four against twenty, plus anyone else that hadn't come in yet. He yelled En Garde and charged three men towards the back. The first man took the sword to his heart, the second got his smashed into a nail jutting from the wall, the third got strangled as Ben pulled the sword out from the first. Neither had time to draw their guns. His hand remained on the man's throat as he punched him repeatedly. "Take your government and get the hell away from me!" By now his head was mush, and Benedict was furious. He stood up and ran back to the main group and continued his killing spree.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

Things were heating up now. Most of the patrons had turned against the troops and much of the bar was being blasted to bits. There was smoke so thick you could barely see past your hand. There were screams so loud, you could barely hear your voice. One half of the cantina had tipped their tables, forming makeshift barricades and a literal battle line facing the door.

They were lined up like troops on a battlefield, each side trading death blows with lances of emerald and crimson. A few disruptor rounds glanced off tables and fizzled the wood out of existence. Another troop went down with a fist sized hole in his chest as two smugglers caught a trio of blasts to the face.

When she came up she glanced left and then right. The tommahwak swung down with a grunt and the sight of wiggling arms and legs shooting up from behind a table could be seen. Then she sheathed both her melee weapons, reached back and drew her twin sawed off shotguns.

It was serious now.

"Oy Rodian you still alive!" She roared above the din.

Both shotguns levelled and she pulled the trigger, sending heavy tungsten slugs ripping from their double barrels into the Marshals battle lines. Two of them went down, one missing an arm, the other exploding backwards into his buddies. Torval was against the far wall firing with his own shiny westar rifle, whilst his twin brother was setting a series of charges on the back wall.

"Oy scum, if you want to live listen to me!"

She sheathed one gun, broke the other at the breach and stuffed two more shells in.

"You can come with me, and we do this my way, or you can stay here and die!"

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Well this situation went down hill fast

Wanting to keep a low profile, or about as low as a profile one could keep for a man his size, Mac was originally just content to sit with his back against the wall. One eye on the door for any that might be following him and the another on that frontierswomen at the bar. Sure he had seen a couple bar fights during his short time on Tatooine but it wasn't so different from any other hell hole that he's been to.

Although why does it have to be so hot all the time here?

He grumbled

His time on the run from the Zambranos hasn't been easy to say the least. It was everything he could do to try not and think about what happened. Mac decided that he needed an excuse to get off this rock. He wanted something to keep his mind off the cursed Sith besides this cup of warm ale in his hand. He looked hopefully at the frontierswoman and the flashy Rodian, wishing for the first time in a long time that someone would start a scene.

His eyes darted to the door a couple hulking thugs walked in, scouring the place. Mac became tense as his hands went to his tomahawks at his sides. However the thugs spotted the rather foppish Rodian as the seemingly weak one in this herd of scoundrels and ruffians. Then things started to escalate fast. The Rodian quickly dispatched the thugs, much to the surprise of Mac, and Gamorrean guards began to stream in, slashing first and not asking questions at all.

That's odd, Mac thought.

Why would Hutts want to quell down a simple bar fi-

A Gamorrean suddenly charged the table that Mac was sitting at, raising his vibroaxe, an ugly squeal ripping from his throat. Mac flipped the table onto the guard, his ax biting deep into the table and sticking. Mac pulled out his axes that were holstered to each side and slammed them into the head of the Gamorrean. The bar had erupted into chaos. Blaster bolts were being fired overhead as Gamorreans squeezed into the cramped bar, huge axes swinging. Unlucky patrons were gutted while others managed to escape through broken windows or back doors.

Mac caught the sight of the Frontierswoman who was screaming a war cry, diving into the mass of pigs. Mac couldn't help but smirk. It was a while since his last fight. No blasters, no nonsense, just fun. Besides, Gamorreans were slow and easy to take down. Grinning behind his beard, Mac leaped into the fray.

I'm going to enjoy this....

[member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]

 

[Benedict Rotadaria]

[member="Eliza Raxis"] @Miles Vylumnar [member="Macoda Haberon"]


Benedict sliced off a large section of muscle from a Gamorrean's arm. His wretched squeals angered the Rodian, and his end came quick. The bloodshed continued as more pigs fell, slashed by nothing more than a needle. A needle, something as worthless as that was terrorizing a highly trained government army into submission. What kind of world was this? Regardless of that, these men had had enough. A full retreat was called and they ran off as fast if not faster than they came in. Benedict wasn't done with them yet, oh no. In a fit of rage he grabbed several of the worthless pigs and threw them back into the bar. The doors, or what was left of them, were barred shut so he could now interrogate the prisoners. He pointed to a weaker one with his rapier. "You there, what's the meaning of this? I see not as to why you and your forces had to interrupt personal, actually private affairs." The Gamorrean merely shrugged. "Answer me dammit!" He struck the thug in the face with his fist, he squealed. "I don't know, I don't know!" "Yes you do!" He slapped him twice. The new members of Eliza's party were called up. "Okay then, you way finish of these disgusting slobs, all of them!" One by one, the soldiers were dispatched by the party's guns. Benedict walked over to Eliza. "Pardon me for my own business causing all of this. Are you alright?" It had now occurred to Benedict that not one drop of blood was on his jacket. He'd done a clean battle, or had the waterproofing of his jacket actually worked? Either way, victory was achieved.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

*PEW*

That was the first shot I fired. Then another. And another. Before I knew it I was in the midst of a firefight. Yeah, another one. For a while I'd been sitting at my table, enjoying my drink. By now I'd found myself taking cover behind an overturned table. The lady and the Rodian from before seemed to have been cooperating, and before long it was like the entire cantina had turned on the government forces.

My head was a daze. Everything was like a blur. Blaster bolts whizzed past my face, sizzling mere inches from my eyes. Hopefully I still had my retina intact. It was then when-

*BANG*

Dammit! That really, really karking hurt... One of those filthy swine had rammed into the table I was taking cover behind. It sent me flying back a couple feet, and once I opened my eyes I saw that disgusting pig standing over me, roaring his guttural sounds. I think a bit of drool dripped onto my shirt. Stupid pig... My head was numb and I had to think fast, so I brought up my blaster pistol and fired a volley of shots straight into his skull and chest. Damn savage almost collapsed on top of me, but once I rolled out of the way and stood up, it seemed like the battle was over.

"Karking hell..."

I didn't keep track of how many Gamorreans I killed that day. I stood up, covered in blood and boar drool. Not one of my best moments. I looked over back at the Raxis. One of the Gamorreans at her feet was still alive, reaching at her ankle. It only took one shot to dispatch him. The rest of the room had calmed a bit, there weren't many of us left. Even the bartender lay dead, slouched over the bar table.

"What a karking mess... You people just had to start something..." I said quietly.

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"]n | [member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Macoda Haberon"]

While the forces had been driven back, there was only a matter of time before the hutts heard word of what the rabble rousers had done. They would send everything they had. Paid for Marshals, Swoop Gangs, bounty hunters. They had packed a small punch in a bar, which was the beggining of a larger war.

The Rodian was clean, but she was covered in blood. She didn't care too much either. With both hands she reached down and bloodied her fingers. Then she ran them vertically down her face, making stripes.

She retrieved her shotgun and let it point to the deck in one hand, looking around at the devastation.

"Torval, don't worry about blowing up the wall any more. Rodian what’s your name?"

Torval grunted, and nodded, pulling the charges down and packing them back up.

"Well gentlemen, seems as if your business has intersected with mine. Circle up will ya?"

As the myriad of mercs and thugs circled around she nodded.

"Right. Originally I was here to rob the Hutts. Take one of their Palaces and knock them off good. Since you lot seem like a good grimy lot I have a proposition for ya. We can rob em together, steal a large ship and take off as a crew. I have a few contacts that can harbor us on Nar Shaada. If you want to stay on, you can stay on. If not you can go your way."

In the distance she could hear commotion in the streets.

"Either way, they are coming back. The choice is fight and get something out of it, or run."

She swung the shotgun up on her shoulder and glanced around, waiting to see what they'd say. The promise of riches was alluring for most people, especially for her.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

The Raxis had the leftovers gather 'round.

I'm not some sheep. I stayed behind, lifting my table back up so I could hop up and sit on it. I listened to her propositions, which honestly made me giggle a little bit. Rob the Hutts? Is she mad? No, no, you'd need more than a bunch of ragtag idiots to do that. Then again, the payout was obviously worth it. If I could help make this happen, something good might come of it. But that was just speculation. As she finished, I was already laughing my ass off.

"Heh... You gotta be kidding me, lady. Must be stupid to think you can pull that sort of thing off with such little preparation." I said bluntly.

Although, I was honestly considering it. The Hutts never liked me anyway, that was for sure. Ever since I freed that idiot Kaz from being one of their slaves, our little relationship has only gone downhill from there. Especially after that time I almost killed one of the Hutt younglings. That was a disaster.

"You're gonna need a lot more firepower if you even wanna think about taking on the Hutts, even one of the weaker ones. Once one goes down, the rest of the cartel will be breathing down your neck."

Unless of course, the Hutt you targeted was Krio the Hutt. Not a single other Hutt liked him. Of course, the entire cartel was just a bunch of slimy slugballs, but Krio stood out. He was especially slimy, and I'm surprised he hasn't been assassinated by the rest of his family yet. I'd supposed this Raxis hadn't really planned on which Hutt she wanted to hit, but if she did, hopefully she knew what she was doing.

"It's gonna take a lot more than promises to get this done." I remarked, waiting for her reply.

[member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]n | [member="Macoda Haberon"]

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

It seemed like the battle was over quicker than it started. As the last of the Gamorreans squealed out the door, Mac looked around at the aftermath. For such a quick skirmish, it had left a lot of dead. Even the karking bartender was sloped over the bar. He wiped off the blood of his axes on a dead twi'lek.

Bloody Hell

What was left of the patrons gathered around the frontierswoman that Mac had spotted before. She was standing on a table, blood splattered across her face. Mac hung at the back as he was wont to do, still seeing easily over the heads of the other thugs.

"Right. Originally I was here to rob the Hutts. Take one of their Palaces and knock them off good. Since you lot seem like a good grimy lot I have a proposition for ya. We can rob em together, steal a large ship and take off as a crew. I have a few contacts that can harbor us on Nar Shaada. If you want to stay on, you can stay on. If not you can go your way."

"Either way, they are coming back. The choice is fight and get something out of it, or run."

He had no intention of finding work today but Mac was impressed with what he saw. The woman had charisma and ferocity that was for sure. That would either lead to a successful or short life. Was he going to bet on which? The opportunity did sound enticing. He was very low on cash, he spent all he had running away from the Zambranos. But he had to keep moving. He wasn't sure if he was being followed but he wasn't sticking around to find out. Still, he had reservations. For all she was, the woman was clearly reckless. Say what you want about the Hutts but they take care of their own. Mess with one and you won't be able to go near an asteroid belt without bounty hunters on top of you. Still did he have a choice? He heard the commotion in the streets. It appeared that he had worn out his welcome anyways.

He stepped from the wall.

"I'll take you up on your offer miss"

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Eliza Raxis"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Macoda Haberon"]

"Promises are all we got. I was hiring a small party of Mercs, but all this."

She waved with her hand to the mess around them.

"Kinda put the Kabosh on that. I'm not concerned about bounty hunters. As one we are stronger than onsies and twosies. You are right though, we are gonna need more firepower. I got a ship, a freighter with some Exocron Rangers on board. We can air assault in."

When Macoda spoke up she was delighted and flashed him a smile and a nodd. With more people the attack would be way easier. They'd have to make it to the starport first, and grab whatever they had. Plus they'd have to coordinate their attack. Now was not the time to do that.

"We only got a few moments to make a plan. What other assets we got?

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

I sighed. Couldn't believe I was actually up for this, but it was high time I hit the Hutts back after that last encounter. After this they'll probably think twice about taking my ship. Plus, having that on my resume would do nicely for my reputation. I was obsessed with those sorts of things. Respect. After a short pause, I could hear people murmuring to each other. Some nodded in agreement, foolishly at that. Others simply walked away, realizing that this was probably just another two-bit attempt at the Hutts, which were all too common these days.

"You can't just waltz in and take one of their palaces. You need to get inside."

I sort of just believed that this Raxis had dreams she couldn't hope to achieve just yet. Maybe she was capable, but more than likely she couldn't do it on her own. Myself, being the adept planner that I am, already started concocting some ideas in my head.

"You're gonna need someone who knows what they're doing- Someone who knows the Hutts, and someone who can get you inside."

That was something I boldly offered. While the Hutts hated me just as much as I hated them, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve to get an audience with them. But now I saw an opportunity...

"Thirty percent. I want thirty percent of whatever the take is."

If they wanted my help, which at the time I thought they'd need it, they'd have to pay for it. Though somehow I felt like I was acting a bit out of my league. I felt some confidence stirring within me. Maybe it was time for me to take things up a level.

[member="Eliza Raxis"] | [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] | [member="Macoda Haberon"]