A-Rangerin' We Will Go (Tacitanya)

[Veino Garn]

@Tacitanya
Location: Sarlaac Cantina, Temba Port, Antar 4
Nighttime

Veino looked up from his table to see across the room. Tyria tensed in her seat and her hand crept for her blaster. Veino gave a quick shake of his head. Her arm slowly dropped back down, but her hand hovered just within her leather spacer's jacket. This wasn't a crisis situation yet. Just two drunks with large blaster pistols in a rapidly escalating argument. They were exchanging threats now, most of them which required a far lower level of inebriation to accomplish. Not to mention different anatomy. They didn't have enough arms for all these knifing maneuvers.

He took another drink and set it back down on the table with a click, eyes never leaving the two drunks. It it started going any further, he'd need to intervene. Unless of course, someone else intervened. Which was possible. But the question was on who it would be. There was quite a crowd here, full of the usual unsavory sorts and mildly out of place more acceptable types who found themselves in the wrong side of town at the wrong cantina. Spacers, smugglers, mercenaries, local criminals. Hardly a place for a Jedi, but Veino was hardly a Jedi. Tyria certainly wasn't.

His hand crept to the lightsaber inside his great-coat. There was a very good chance this was going to get very ugly, very soon.

 

[Beowoof]

She really hated cantinas. They scared her half to death--ever since she was a child. Not to say that she was too far removed from that era of her life, but she was older now, and fears still traveled with her.

She was starting to get used to showing her gun, now, however. The shiny, custom firearm reflected what little light there was with a sharp gleam as it bobbed at her hip. It was a pretty thing, but a gun was not exactly a sign of good times. She kept it visible these days, rather than concealed beneath her coat. Through experience she had learned that people were much more hesitant about causing trouble when a weapon was showing.

Unless it was a lightsaber. That she kept hidden, knowing that a Jedi (or a Ranger, as she called herself) was not always welcome wherever they might go. People got antsy, or just plain malicious. Some wanted revenge. Strange that the presence of a lightsaber immediately signified that one was a 'Jedi', whether it was true or not. In Tacitanya's case, it was not.

So, why was she in here? Because it was the best way to gather information, to be honest. People whisper and people shout all sorts of nasty and useful things in these joints, and when one is trying to help people, it never fails that trouble dwells in these shady establishments. Like the dark-haired man reaching underneath his own coat. Taci's hand dropped to her hip and her fingers flexed, preparing for the worst. If he brought a gun out, he was going to have trouble.

Not that she was a master with her lightsaber yet.

[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Tacitanya"]

They were going to go for it. Veino could tell. The two drunks had half-risen from their seats and their posture changed. Muscles tensed, weight shifted. That was a shooting stance. He couldn't wait any longer. He stood suddenly and Tyria ducked her head away from the people that looked towards them then. He gave her a smile, trying to be reassuring, but she raised an eyebrow questioningly and he shrugged before striding towards the drunks.

"Gentleman!" He began loudly, hands held up in front of him, but his right hand at what'd be considered an odd angle. It was perfect for pulling and grabbing lightsaber from his coat though. "Let's all sit down calm down, shall we?" He laced the words with a slight touch of mental influence. It didn't take much for folks as impaired as this. They turned to look at him, mouths moving slightly as they tried to string together words. Veino remained very still. This was the tipping point here. One move could settle this entire thing or turn it into one crazy barfight. That was not a situation he wanted to find himself in right now.

One began to relax and sit back down. The other glared at Veino, eyes wandering the cantina, and his hand started to go down towards the blaster. Veino watched it descend from the corner of his eye, settling himself in the Force, and preparing to stop the pistol from ever leaving the holster. It would all depend on how the next few seconds would proceed.

 

[Beowoof]

Tacitanya had sensed the tension in the vicinity, her one really good skill being the awareness of what was around her. Her subconscious had developed to be quite attuned to the Force over the years, what with her sneaking around and filching things as a teen and young adult. It had most definitely saved her life on a few occasions before--and that was before she had received any training whatsoever. To say she was ignorant of what was going on in the cantina would be a lie.

To say she was unprepared, however, might not be. She had been around rough-and-tumble communities her entire life, and nothing really came as a surprise to her anymore. But making decisions that affected people's lives--that was different. She had never tried to bring harm to anyone, and yet another tight situation involving weaponry was grating on her nerves. This was a tough life, indeed. Why had she taken up this ranger business, again?

The man before her inserted his hand inside his coat on the opposite side from which one would draw a blaster. That was very unorthodox--unless he happened to have a certain unorthodox weapon on him at the present. Taci was sensing quite a bit of Force activity around him. Jedi. She was going to trust her instincts here.

She allowed her back to be exposed to the man with his arm tucked and faced the drunk with the quivering wrist. Any second now, he might draw that gun and everything would just fall to pieces inside this establishment. Why was it that every time she so much as set a toe inside a bar, the whole place exploded?

Her hand abandoned its position by her pistol and tucked itself underneath her coat as well. If what everyone was expecting to happen did happen, the angry gunman might soon find himself with two lightsabers in his face.

That was if she was right about the man behind her.

[member="Veino Garn"]