Withdrawals- Bar Brawl!

[RC 212]

[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Macoda Haberon"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"]
[member="Hemmrie the Bum"]


Meanwhile...

Ellie nodded to Myles as he blasted a scallywag into oblivion and smiled. Her face was covered with blood as was her clothing. through the dull sheen of smoke she spotted Macoda and fell in alongside the group as Myles men lead the way. Bodies lay smashed and broken behind them. Some groaned, and Ellie had the inclination to finish them off with her shotgun.

But shells were expensive, and she wanted to conserve credits.

She motioned to the Echani.

"Make sure these suffering get a clean honorable death, meet us down below."

They were cruising when a raggedy looking man in chains ran right into them. Knowing the feral mood they were in she had to make a snapshot assessment. Through her bloodlust, she felt a pang of regret cut through. Some of those killed here were surely slaves, forced to fight for no other reason than that the Hutt owned them.

"Hold up!" She said, throwing her arm out to stop them.

Without a second thought she drew her sawed off with one hand and blasted the chains between his feet. Her other arm swung the tomahawk, cleaving the bindings off his hands. Skill work.

"Where's the Hutt!" She roared, blood pounding in her ears.

 

[Hadrian Bjormund]

Gamorreans are easy

Mac smiled as he plucked his axe up from the skull of the last Gamorrean on the upper level. Blood of the pig guards had splattered across his face but he didn't mind. So far this heist had been pretty fun, sporting almost. The Gamorreans were no match for Mac and made easy pickings. Sure they were strong, but they were not intelligent and their massive vibroaxes only slowed them down even more, allowing Mac to slaughter them with his more maneuverable axes. It was a rare opportunity for Mac not to worry about blaster fire. Most of the gunslingers that the captain had recruited dealt with the bounty hunters while Mac was left to deal with the Gamorreans.

Mac looked around at what was left of the upper level as the dust began to settle. He wiped off the blood from his axes on the corpse of a Twi'lek. Friend or foe he did not know. Mac spotted a pilot and his men leading the charge down to the lower levels of the Hutt palace where the loot was likely to be kept. He wondered what the loot would be, what ships they would commandeer, and perhaps what crew they would pick up along the way.

Mac would soon find out, he fell behind Ellie as they both descended deeper into the palace, leaving the Echani to do the unpleasant work of cleaning up their mess.

[member="Eliza Raxis"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Spoiler

Just a heads up- I changed my writing perspective. Trying new things out, y'know? I used to write in 3rd person, then 1st. Now I'm trying to blend the two perspectives. The italic text is supposed to represent Myles' point of view. I'm thinking the first person writing is better, but I don't know. Lemme know what you think!

As the trio made their way up the staircase, they noticed that the next floor had, by now, been fully evacuated. However, panic began to ensue on the lower levels. Patrons and whatnot began fleeing the palace, as the whole place was now on full-alert. It wouldn't be long before more goons were sent up to clear out the invaders. Climbing up the stairs, Myles, Damien and Griff finally met up with the rest of the group. Still, only minimal casualties. But a few faces were missing from the party. Instead, a new face had appeared in rags and shackles. Myles interrupted, answering Ellie's roaring question.

"Down a floor, locked behind some big doors... Lots'a guns down there."

I looked curiously at the man before us. What was he? A slave or something? Whoever he is, smells a little like booze. Then again, this whole place smells a little like booze. And a great many other things... Getting a better view in the dimly lit area, my gaze shifted between Raxis, Benny, and Mac. All of them, soaked in blood. Jeez, what happened up there? Me and my boys were still clean without a speck of blood. Or maybe we just couldn't see it. Maybe we were just as drenched as they were... Hopefully I wouldn't need a new coat.

"I counted at least two dozen of 'em, maybe more... More than what we saw upstairs."

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