A common Barfight....

[RC 212]

Location Tatooine.

It had not even been seconds since she entered and already two or more men were going at it. Vassara rolled her eyes as the insults began. The Dancing Twi'lek on stage moved down to the edge and the music stopped as a fist struck flesh drawing crimson blood.

The sound of the strike resounded with a wet meaty smack and Vassara already had her bottle in hand. She glanced to the bottle then the men and her hazel eyes glittered with insanity.

Ah frack it, time to join in!

Years of wandering the stars had rendered her insane. In her travels with her companion Silas she had been no stranger to violence and danger. In fact the psycopathic woman welcomed it. With a shout she smashed the bottle and held it in a reverse grip raising her fists.

"Come on boys, you can do better. Bet none of ya could take me!"

"You whelp!"

"Nerf herders!"

The first man lunged at her taunt and Vassara sidestepped, kicking upwards and connecting with his jaw. It splintered with a sickening crunch. The onlookers gasped and suddenly, the bar broke out in mass violence. All hell breaking loose.

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark never really felt too comfortable being on Tatooine, but the job called for it and "a mans gotta eat" he thought to himself and chuckled. changing the course of his vision to the woman in the other side of the bar breaking a group of drunkards teeth. Right now was really not the time to be drawing attention, with the Spal'shna lurking around this dreaded city.

Well, I better get going

Ark grabbed his coat and began his descent to exit the bar. Taking his first step outside he felt a scaly hand press against his chest and push him back in. Looking up, Arks eyes where brought upon a Bossk. "It truly has been a while Tallen" the gang member slithered. "Wrong guy, never heard of a Tallen, fella. I have to get going" Ark spoke quickly, attempting to push his way out the door. The bossk pushed him back again, but this time with a blaster.

"Take a seat Tallen, if i remember right, you're in quite a bit of debt" It spoke again. Ark let out a nervous laugh, realizing how deep in bantha fodder he was in.

@Vassara Raxis

 

[200]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Jerrick stepped into the bar, itching for a drink of ale, and something to sit on, walking all day was tiresome. When he first walked in, he already knew he wasnt going to get anything to drink yet, as a fight had broken out between a group of people. Jerrick whimpered out loud.
"Cant we all just get a long? I just want a drink! Please? I mean cant we all just.." He reached for the nearest chair, and literally chunked it at the nearest guy trying to fight the woman further ahead. It crashed into him, and was destroyed, knocking out the guy. "SIT DOWN, AND CALM DOWN?" The Mando then sat down on the next chair and yawned.
"ALE!"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

Jaster had just landed on the one planet he hated most, Tatooine. This hell hole was so hot Jaster decided not to wear his Mandilorian Field Marshal armor, but instead wore his captains uniform. His men also wore just uniforms of the ship crew because of the head, but they had five men at the shuttle were in armor for back up. Jaster didn't like his contact on the planet right now, as the person chose to meet here for an exchange of weapons for medical spices. He didn't like working with smugglers, they liked to kark him with prices, but the goverment where the spices he needed were Karking him harder.

He entered the bar where he was to meet the person. He opened the blaster proof door and a bottle flew past his head and hit one of his men. He turned to look at the man who was hit and he was very angry. The rest of his men looked ready for a fight, so he opened the threshold of the door to his men and said, "I want a drink, make me a way." And smiled. His men looked at him then each other and smiled, as Mandalorians always liked a fight, they ran into the bar fighting patrons and opening a path to the bar for Jaster.

Jaster walked amongst the chaos with in and dodged thrown objects about. He sat himself at the bar, seeing the bartender owner amongst the fighting patrons he reached over the counter and grabbed a bottle of Ryloth Rum, inspecting it he left a far amount of credits behind the counter where he took the bottle. He continued to drink it till the fighting ended.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Jerrick Shado"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

Vassara raised an eyebrow as her second attacker went down and tossed the bottle to the side. If this was gonna end quickly it would end without blood. As the rest of the bar went at it she squared up to the first man, now dripping blood from his mouth onto the floor.

"You schutta, I'll kill you!"

"Not likely dirtbag."

He swung again, this time with a powerful right hay maker. Vassaras eyes tracked it and she stepped in close, avoiding the fist and striking right with her right hand. The arm was caught at the joint, incredible force crumpling it and making it useless. Her next attack began in her hips, the kinetic energy transferring into her shoulder and up through her left fist.

The black gloved hand slammed the mans head upwards in a savage uppercut, connecting with his chin. His world went black as the blow landed and he flew bakc, crashing into the bar, spread eagle. The sound of clinking glass and broken wooden planks split the air. It was then Vassara noticed a man cornered near the entrance in the chaos.

Always a protector of the weak. My greatest sin....

She shook her head. Somehow she always got dragged into helping the less fortunate. Still she nodded to Jerrick, motioning for him to follow her. Seconds later the adept spacer picked her way over to Ark and stood hands on her hips, facing his would be debtor.

"Problem gentlemen?"

"Not anymore!" Silas growled through his mop of brown hair. The orange clad man stepped forwards, racking the large shotgun he held and pointing it straight at the offending mans head...

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark looked up at his helper, lifting a hand up to his mouth to wipe away the coming laughter. "Well, as much as i wish i could repay you, I hadn't payed my debt with those gentlemen for a reason" Ark shot out a wise remark. "Even if i could give you something in return, the problem isnt solved. you just angered the biggest gang in Mos Eisley. we have a bigger problem on our hands now because of that." . Ark stood up, dusting off his jacket, then revealing the large blaster behind his coat. "Besides, I had it under control" .


@Vassara Raxis

 

[Lards Conesian]

Lards had arrived on Tatooine only a day before. His first day there had been spent setting himself up for the week he planned on staying there. He wore his tattered shirt and brown Nerf-leather hat, along with his tan shorts and heat resistant shoes to help combat the blistering heat of Tatooine's surface, which he had learnt the hard way yesterday, doesn't take kindly to cheap sandals. Now, with himself all set it, he felt quite the craving for a nice drink.

He opened the bar doors and made his way inside, he sat at a small stool near the bar itself and ordered his Ryloth Rum and popping open. Just as he took his first swig he heard the sound of meat hitting meat. His eyes searched the bar and he saw a few men going at it, he knew this was a common occurance at all bars so he just returned his gaze to his bottle of rum, and thats when he heard the loud crash of a bottle being broken, he looked to see a human woman holding her smashed bottle and pointing it at the men. They exchanged their insults and then crushed the man's jaw with a kick, and thats when Lards knew it was about to go down.

After the lady's kick the bar broke into a violent mess, men and women of many different species all rumbling. One man came up and grabbed a bottle of Ryloth Rum from behind the counter, leaving a small pile of credits where it stood, Lards guessed in the confusion no one would notice his actions, so he reached over and grabbed the small pile, then began to make his way to the exit.
[member="Jerrick Shado"] [member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Celty Ikon]

Tatooine wasn't my ideal vacation spot, but it was certainly the place for racing. I was leaning on my custom swoop bike, drinking what remained of a frozen coffee drink. My hammer was locked into its usual spot on the side of the vehicle, and it was in easy reach if it came down to a fight. Of course, everything came down to a fight on Tatooine, this little sojourn included.

Stepping into a bar that was filled with delightfully loud noises, I looked around at the enduing carnage, ignoring shouts until some ugly-looking thug put a hand on my hammer and tried to take it. Bad move. He never saw the hammer's metal head coming crashing into his skull. I smashed the end of the long handle into my next assailant, sending him flying. A Twi'lek girl stared at me with something between awe and fear, and I blew her a kiss. Never knew where that sort of thing was going to go. I grinned, spinning around and waving the hammer around with deceptive ease.

"Who's next?"

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Jerrick Shado"] [member="Ark Tallen"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Lards Conesian"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "][member="Celty Ikon"]

"Sure you did."

She nodded to Silas who silently pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

The Czerka shotgun exploded with deafening sound and the mans head became a mixture of brain and meat pulp on the wall of the bar. Whoever they had pissed off was sure to be even more enraged now and Vassara smiled. She pulled her own Czerka shot gun, sawed off and loaded with twelve gauge slugs rather than scatter shot.

"The names Raxis, Vassara Raxis. This is Silas. So tell me, what gang was it we needed to take care of?"

Being a smuggler had its merits. Especially being an outlaw, she answered to no one. Gangs had money and money was good. The glint of greed flashed in her eyes as she awaited her answer. Money would repair and fuel the Gypsy Cravan, and that was exactly what she was here for...

 

[Lards Conesian]

Lards heard the sound of a shotgun as he ran out of the bar, he decided not to look back and just return to his ship. Maybe there he can drink his rum in peace...
(LARDS EXITS)

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Jaster heard the shotgun. This would be entertaining, he turned to see what the commotion was about. His men were spread out amongst the crowed hands hovering over there weapons. Jaster waved them to calm down and sit down and wait for farther orders. They did so without question, his men were very loyal to him and trust him when when things got down to it.

The names Raxis, Vassara Raxis. This is Silas. So tell me, what gang was it we needed to take care of?" Said a voice after the gunshot.

Jaster was very interested in this, he carried his bottle of rum and stood. Faking to seem he was drunk he stumbled over to a table close to there's to listen closely, his men followed and sat at empty tables also close to the three talking. I was bound to be found out, but he wasn't hiding, he was looking for smugglers.

 

[Ark Tallen]

"Pfft." A sound came from Arks mouth that could be made out as a held back spring of laughter. "Its not that simple sister, we're hopelessly outnumbered, even if we had some mando's to help." Ark glanced back at her friends. Re-sheathing his blaster and adjusting his coat, Ark began to take his leave out of the establishment.

Taking a glance back at the armed patrons in the bar, Ark began to see a grand opportunity take place. A plan.

"Actually.... If you really are set on getting rid of Spal'Shna, There is one place you can go." Ark set in place a domino effect in his favor in one comment.

@Vassara Raxis

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud "][member="Ark Tallen"]

Vassara brushed back a strand of black hair and her hazel eyes shot sideways to the Mando whom had entered their vicinity. She was no fool to the tactics of espionage. Being a Spacer gave you the amazing ability to sense folks motives, and right now she was sensing either a trap or an overeager hunter looking for wealth.

Her eyes locked with the Mando and she nodded coolly, as if to let him know she could see him fully. Her hands rested still on her hips, but not so far out of reach of her gunbelt with the Czerka machine pistol. Silas racked the Shotgun again, its metallic click marking another round going into the chamber.

"I'm all ears bud. I'm looking for a score, where theres gangs, there's credits!" She proclaimed brazenly.

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark noticed her friends arming themselves. This plan better work or he would be in the deep end of things.

"Well, if you want their credits, we need to find the leader, a bossk named Tal'uk. I know where he lives, and there shouldnt be any trouble getting to him"

Ark had her in, he leaned back onto the wall next to the exit and crossed his arms, letting her think about his offer, but yet knowing she would agree. All spacers where the same.

@ Vassara Raxishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/6805-vassara-raxis/

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Ark Tallen"]

Jaster liked what he was hearing, then saw Vassara nod in his direction. Looks like he was discovered, very capable girl. This may be the type of person he was looking for, and this gang seemed to be a good test. He had guns he needed to sell so held make an introduction to these conspirators later. Now they seemed to be deep in talk, he nodded back at Vassara to show he wasn't hidding, then taking a swig of his rum some more.

His men were still sitting around them. Each sipping on there drinks and feeling with there forearms to see if there E-11 blasters were still under there coats of there uniform. Jaster tapped his finger twice on the table signaling them to not make a move.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

"Wasting time, authorities will be here any second." Silas grumbled.

Vassara shot him a sidelong look and nodded. He was right they were wasting time. They needed to get out of here before anyone came looking for their friend. After seeing his brains a bloody pulp on the wall the outcome wouldn't be good. Especially caught in a place like this, with almost no tactical advantage.

"Then hurry up and lets go."

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark uncrossed his arms and headed out the door into the crowded city of mos Eisley. It was a short walk to the place, and Ark was confident his new friends could keep up, so walking fast he hustled through the dusty allies.

"Before we get there, we need to make a stop at my ship, I have some blasters that will probably come in handy in a fight."

Without giving his companions time to perhaps say "no", Ark took a quick turn into the dock. The Emerald Kingfisher was just where he left it.

@Vassara Raxis @Jaster of clan Awaud

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

Without seeing if the mando followed Vassara kept in tow with Ark, moving swiftly through the streets. As they moved she dodged beggars and shoved aside those unfortunate enough to get in her way. Some of them went tumbling to the dust, cursing her but Vassara only growled at them, not paying them another thought.

Her mind calculated the possibilities of the situation. It was only now that she was beginning to think this may be a trap. Ark very well might be a spy or a plant to catch spacers like Silas and herself.

"What do you think Silas?"

"Dont care, need the money."

"And if he crosses us?"

Silas grinned, patting his own shotgun.

Vassara smiled whirling her shotgun up onto her shoulder like a modern rambo and standing in a wide stance.

"We gonna take all day guy?"

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark disappeared to the inside of his ship, locking the door behind his as to not be followed. Grabbing his blasters, The twin Suns, Ark made on last stop at the console before taking his leave.

Typing some numbers into the dial pad Ark began to speak. "Tal'Uk, I know im in some debt right now, but i can repay you. Meet me outside my ship at coords 11097, and bring all the weapons you have. I promise you, youll like this one. we'll be even after this."

Ark ended the transmission, gathered his things, armed the ship up and waited.

@Vassara Raxis

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud

Vassaras sense began to tingle. Something was not right. Whether it was her new found friend, or some other influence she could not tell. All she knew was that her gut rumbled and her hairs stood up on the back of her neck. The law of a spacer was to trust your gut instinct. Especially when you had active warrants across twenty three systems.

"Some-things not sitting right with me, he's taking too long."

"Yea I know, let's split, you circle around and set up an ambush."

"Shoot to kill?"

"Absolutely, unless you wanna be in a prison ship."

Silas flashed another grin now.

"Not a chance."

Seconds later he was gone, and Vassara was left standing there, shotgun still on her shoulder and steely eyes scanning the streets and alleys. Something or someone was nearby. She was determined to meet them....with lead.