A peaceful visit to the bar, or not.

[Vora Kaar]

I let my head drop as the man called me a Gimp again. The woman told the man to stop. Looking to her I smiled. "Thank you, but I can do this myself." Looking back at the man, Pointing to the door I spoke two words. "Kark off." I was not going to be nice anymore. Looking to the man. Since he was not allowed here anymore, he is no longer one of my customers. I could do whatever I wanted to with him now. Hell, I could kill him if I want to. Seeing how this man was a Merc, I doubted that I could kill him, but I knew I could kick his ass all the way to Nal Hutta. "A Merc you may be, But even a bartender could whoop your ass."

@Aela Kellov
@[member="JerrickShado"]
@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]
@[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Hannibal did not back down. He did not flinch, he did not waiver. For Hannibal was not a known giver of feths. Had Danheir just left it at "kark off" Hannibal might have been less angered. But now another challenge had been issued, and this time it was of the combative sort. Hannibal did not back down in the face of those who indirectly questioned his inherent manliness. Except for a few times in the past where the odds had been against him and the opponent of a clearly tougher sort than he. This was not one of those times. This tight-shirt wearing dainty man was well out of his league if he went up against Hannibal, as far as the Fondorian was concerned.

"You point that finger again, Imma break it off an' shove it up ya ass." Hannibal sneered. "Tough guy, huh? You think you could take me? Get out from behind that bar. Put up ya dukes. We'll see how damn tough you are."

Hannibal pointed at him with his cybernetic hand, putting it right in Danheir's face. "You's nothing but dog shavit, dig? Take my advice: be careful where the dog shavits ya. I'll give you one goddamn chance to run back into that kitchen with ya tail between ya legs like the women ya are. Elsewise, they'll be scrappin' you off the walls for the next few weeks."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick got up and walked towards the group of rowdy people. Jerrick stopped behind the man causing such a scene. He was much taller the Jerrick, and bigger. Jerrick liked a challenge, also it would make for an interesting story for Adan. Jerrick tapped the man on the shoulder, having to stand on his toes some.
looking at the other man defending himself, Jerrick asked, "Copaani gaan?"

 

[Vora Kaar]

I smiled with the words that the man spoke. But as the man sent his hand towards my face I went into action. My body became a blur as I reached for my pistol. Drawing it was as easy as speaking for me. I was far enough back from the bar that he couldn't reach for me. Seeing as how the area behind the bar was wide enough to fit two people standing side by side, Facing him made him have to reach farther if he tried. "Get the Hell out of my Bar." Looking to the Mando as he came over he was worried about something. "I'm telling this man to leave my bar." I turned to face the Merc saying only one more word. "Now!"

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Hannibal had been doing this mercenary thing for quite some time now. He had seen plenty of places, met plenty of people- killed a lot of them too. As one could tell with his demeanor, he also got into plenty of barfights along the way which ended with variable amounts of casualties. Hannibal could tell when a man was going for his gun. Especially when that gun required for them to reach behind their back. Not only was Danheir's blaster in an inconvenient spot, but it was apparently concealed underneath two shirts- one of which clung tightly to Danheir's chest.

In the same moment Danheir went for his gun, Hannibal went for his. Unlike Danheir, Hannibal's was not concealed underneath a tight, inconvenient shirt. His was worn openly in a holster on his waist and in an easier spot for Hannibal to grab in the event he needed to draw it quickly. Kind of like now. Suffice to say, Hannibal's gun was out before the bartender's.

And unlike Danheir, Hannibal didn't feel the need to do any talking. As soon as Hannibal's Woebringer pistol was out, before the bartender even had his woefully inaccurate slugthrower leveled, he squeezed the trigger. The Woebringer spat out a high-powered blaster bolt on trajectory for Danheir's gut. The Woebringer pistol lacked the range of other pistols, but it packed a much, much stronger punch.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick stepped back surprised on how fast the man moved. Even Jerrick didn't notice the piece on the Bar Tender. "Shab'la" he said to himself. But as the other man drew a weapon, and fired, Jerrick jumped at the bar tender to let his Beskar'gram take the hit, sheilding the man, and protectin Jerrick from harm. "Aruetii what in the shab'la is wrong with you?!" Jerrick turned around.

 

[Vora Kaar]

It seemed I was not as fast as I had thought. The man had pulled a pistol of his own, and fired at me. Out of the side of my vision I saw the Mando jump towards me, but he would be too late. While I was drawing my second pistol, the blaster bolt slammed into me. I was knocked back up against different kegs that held ales. My entire body burned from the shot. Looking down I saw a smoking hole in my gut.

@[member="JerrickShado"], @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela didn't have time to react when @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] grabbed his pistol and fired. She'd only drawn her own blaster by the time @[member="JerrickShado"] had stepped in the line of fire. Once she got her weapon out she saw as @[member="Zack Danheir"] fired a few shots. This gave Aela a chance to tackle Hannibal to the ground, giving Zack and the others time to either help hold him down or finish him off. Their decision. Her compliance. She put all her weight into the tackle, knowing this cyborg would be a tough one to take down.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick drew his pistol and aimed at the cyborgs head. He wasn't sure how to kill one, but he figured a few shots to the face would work. He decided it was the bartenders call. "Well friend, what's next?" He asked. He took his foot and pressed it inti his gullet pressing hard. The woman was on him, so Jerrick couldn't do much more. It was funny how easily he got himself into such situtions. What had made this fight break out anyway. "Bartender you're fast for a gunslinging bar keep." He complomented. "Guy its three against one."

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

By this time, Thaddeus had finished his drink and was fueled to the brink of becoming the raging bull he truly was. What made it even better was the bumbling buffoon that was the bartender who just happened to be, or at least try to be, skilled with his slugthrowers. Once Thaddeus caught Hannibal's signal that he was going to make a move, Thaddeus readied himself in case the other patrons of the bar were to make a move. The foolish Mando was stupid enough to attempt to jump over the counter and all the way in front of Hannibal's blaster shot which, considering Hannibal was to Thaddeus' right and the man was out of reach of Hannibal, would be near impossible to reach in time.

Meanwhile, the woman who attempted to tackle Hannibal would only leap into the brick wall that was Thaddeus Creed. "Tiny girl made big mistake." the brute said as the woman would crash into him. With his immense muscular system, her tackle into him would merely budge him, nothing more, and send her to the ground, making her drop her gun. Thaddeus took this opportunity to reach down to pick her gun up and aim it towards her head, firing upon it.

@[member="Aela Kellov "]| @[member="Zack Danheir"] | @[member="JerrickShado"] | @[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Hannibal spun the pistol adroitly in his hand, jamming it back into his holster as he watched Danheir slide to the ground. He'd leave Thaddeus to beat up the angry chick, but now it was time for Hannibal to bail out of here. The entire bar erupted into panic as they realized their least favorite bartender had just been, as far as they could tell, brutally murdered following an altercation with a smart-talking mercenary. There would be a mad rush to leave before the local authorities arrived, lest they wanted to be questioned intensively. Hannibal was going to have to avoid this planet especially for a couple of months, or maybe years, come to think of it.

Whatever, he wasn't getting arrested here.

"Have fun with th' hole in ya chest, slowpoke." Hannibal taunted before making for the exit.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Being shot with a blaster hurt like hell. The man called me a slowpoke, I could only smile. Yeah, I may be a slowpoke now, But I'll see him later about that. Thats when I heard a blast. And it was not from be but Lindy. I remembered how she always thought of me as a brother. We were fairly close, well if you called a friend with benefits close. In her hands was a Scattershot. The Bar manager always told us that if we needed it, It would be there. Apparently she was listing the entire time and was ready.

The Petite girl racked the slide from what I heard and fired again at the man leaving only yo duck behind the counter. Scrambling over to me she ripped off her apron and placed it over the wound. Not saying a word to me she applied pressure. She didn't really need to though. With the blaster bolt being hot, it would cauterize the wound. I surely wouldn't bleed to death, but I might live given the Medical treatment comes fast.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"], @[member="Thaddeus Creed"], @[member="JerrickShado"], @Aela Kellov

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Zack Danheir"]

Of course, Lindy had never seen Hannibal before and had absolutely no idea what the man who had shot Danheir looked like. She fired twice into a crowd of fleeing, mostly innocent patrons, mowing down scores of the poor souls. Hannibal had made his retreat rather expeditious and put a lot of distance and people behind him by the time Lindy showed up. He flinched when he heard the rounds and the panic only became worse. Now law enforcement would be more focused on arresting the crazed, idiot broad who mowed down two dozen people in cold blood rather than Hannibal.

He silently thanked her for making his escape that easier. Hannibal eventually slipped out of the bar and into the city, never to be seen again.

 

[Aela Kellov]

Aela stumbled back after running into what she thought was a wall. One look to see it was actually @[member="Thaddeus Creed"] made her say "Oh poodoo..." before she saw him go for her gun. He aimed and fired, Aela rolling out of the way and finding cover behind an overturned table. She needed to think quick and fast, hopefully her one advantage over the hulking brute. She picked u the table and charged towards him. Once they made contact she slipped under his legs and quickly crawled behind the bar where @Zack Danheir was. Aela did take the time to reahc up and grab her bottle of Devil Sweat from the bar before seeing his wounds. "That doesn't look good." she said. "Great now another problem. And I don't think you're in any condition to help me deal with the walking tank are you?"

 

[Vora Kaar]

Lindy was fusing over my wounds when more shots were heard About everyone had cleared out now, except for the people fighting. I reached and grabbed the scattershot as the woman crawled over to me. Asking if I was in shape to take him on. I shook my head with a laugh. Using the gun as a crutch I got up and leveled the gun at the Cyborg's chest. "Get out!" My chest was up against the bar keeping me standing, and being so low, if he decided to shoot, All I had to do was stop standing.
@Aela Kellov
@[member="Thaddeus Creed"],
@[member="JerrickShado"]

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

When Aela had made her roll over to the table, Thaddeus took this chance to escape the bar to find his true target, @[member="Yusan Fenn"]. He ran as fast as his large legs could outside of the boor, taking the door off it's hinges. Thaddeus could see the Echani far off in the distance and ran his way. "We have business to discuss." stated Thaddeus, pointing a finger at the man. "You started this, I will end it." he walked towards the man, fists prepared to give him the beating of his life.

 

[Serah Oricion]

Yusan stopped in his tracks as the moronic brute called out to him, oh how he could not catch two minutes of bloody peace and quiet here. He looked at the man and started forward towards him. "Look, im not in the mood, how about you run on back to your bar, get a few more drinks, and drown in a ditch someone. OK?" He stood there waiting for the brute's response as he stared across at him. @[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

 

[Aela Kellov]

Seeing @[member="Thaddeus Creed"] run off for whatever reason, Aela lifted herself from the other side of the bar to see he was in fact gone. "Huh. That went eaier than I thought." she said, sipping down more of her drink straight from the bottle. She looked back to @Zack Danheir and said "We need you to go get that looked at." she indicated his wound. "I can help. There's a place not too far from here."

 

[Vora Kaar]

Using the scattershot as a cane I leaned up against the bar as she mentioned that we needed to get it looked at. "As long as it's cheep, It'll do." I tried to stand but only yelled in pain and then fell back against the counter. "Oh I don't feel like doing that again."
@Aela Kellov

 

[Aela Kellov]

She took out a small plastic piece from the one of the pockets of her belt and said "Here. You should bite down on this." Once it was in his mouth she had to do what she needed which was pick him up in her arms in order to carry him. "See?" she said, knowing it had to hurt to be moved around like that. She found it easy enough to carry him out of the bar and towards the hospital a few streets away. "Just think of this as payment for the drink." she said, smirking at him.

@Zack Danheir