Average Bar Thread (OPEN)

[The Red of Sinner]

That was quick thinking on the clones part, and he had to hand that to him. The clone didn't at all get effected by the slam, if anything I gave him momentum to push a powerful kick. The sounds of metal clanked around the bar. It was a good sound to hear. "Damn it." He muttered again.

With a desperate act, he reach for the legs, regardless of this, his abdomen was o fire with pain, but bore on with it, and attempted to lift the come off the ground again, and sling him wherever he would be slinged at. @RC 212

 

[Jen]

It seemed as if today the two girls didn't even get the time to enjoy their (stranger paid!) lunch. As the fight broke out it had only taken seconds for Cindo and Jennifer to escape through the front door, well. They needed to get the paint job done anyway...​

 

[Tal Kyramud]

"One minute, miss" Tal said as he turned to the fight.
He was a large and intimidating man. Even though he didn't know why the two were fighting, he would stop it. Tal ripped the two men apart, sending each flying to opposite sides of the room.

"What is this about?!" He shouted at the men, staring each of them down

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Leena Mai"] [member="R. Brek Madak"] [member="RC 212 "][member="McNeal"] [member="Paddy Quick"]

Freynk blinked.

'What the kark?' He thought as more armoured people showed up and anounced they wanted to fight.

Freynk had thoughts of taking him up on the offer. His eyes squinted as he looked for the ID tag on the armour. Nostalgia and the over whelming desire to be "somebody" again, or anybody really, was strong enough to make him chug his ale. He started to think about standing when someone else piped up and took his chance to stand out from the crowd again.

Freynk settled back down and took a nut out of its shell and sadly popped it in his mouth. The lines on his face had slowly been multiplying over the years and with out a doubt he would soon start going grey if he didn't go bald first.

He reached over the bar and refilled his flagon as [member="Jen"] left.

'Too bad.' He thought, 'that was my best conversation today.'

Freynk looked back at the bolo ball game as in a surprise upset the Ropos came back from behind and won the game.

'Typical.' Freynk thought, as he decided to do the only thing that made sense for him at that moment, he ignored everything and stared at his ale in between drinks.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]

"Bad move buddy!"

No one laid hands on RC and didn’t pay.

"This fight was on a bet and you just broke it up. Who are you the planetary police?"

Dosn't matter, RC thought silently. Now was time for fun and carnage.

In a swift motion RC stood up and strode to the bar snagging up his gunbelt. both hands wrapped the belt deftly around his waist and clipped it securely. Then in a lightning fast motion RC drew both verpine shatter guns and aimed the twin weapons at his newest adversary.

"Now it's my turn buddy. Walk out of here alive, or be carried out with two holes in your chest."

In side his helmet RC blinked into the screen activating his LAAT's engines far off in the hangar bay. This was sure to draw a quick response from the planetary defense forces. Best to exfil hot.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]
"Now it's my turn buddy. Walk out of here alive, or be carried out with two holes in your chest."

As much as he was a mando-fan, Rebekka facepalmed at the clones comment. "I've a better idea. One, ya 'splain to mr Zero Tolerance here, the hows and whys of the friendly sparring, all A-to-Z-like..... And thirdly, it would probably be a nice an' polite kindness to ask the bartender, if he's alright with those sorts of fun and games bein' in 'ere. " Madak said, thumb-pointing to Tal and then the bothan behind the counter, who had a distinct facial expression of being someone elses wrong twitch away from a bad mood.

Rebekka also amusingly wondered if anyone noticed that he skipped reason number 2....

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="RC 212 "]
So apparently someone was gonna get in the way
of the fight, and he just as well wasn't okay with that. "I think buddy what we need to do, is leave this place, go somewhere more...awesome, call it a draw, and ill buy drinks."

 

[Tal Kyramud]

Tal was getting tired of these hotshots. "Whatever, I'm not dying over other peoples' stupidity" he said as he walked out of the bar, tossing a few credits onto the counter to pay for the drinks. If the man were to follow him, he was going to be met with an arrow to the chest. A plasma arrow. Tal waved over a taxi and got in. "Get me to hangar bay 69." Might as well just take a nap in his ship...

 

[Preliat Mantis]

There was a heavy thud at the door. Someone walked in. The man pulled the shawl off his arm, revealing the clan symbols on his arm, and the tally marks on his armor. All it took, was Preliat to step in, and walked towards @RC 212. He leveled the Mandalorian Ripper adjacent to his skull, directly behind him. Any movement that wasn't putting his guns down, would mean that Preliat would blow his head off. Preliat was a hyper-lethal, highly trained killing machine that had beaten and killed far greater opponents than RC-212. He blinked several times behind his helmet, and didn't need to say anything. The man would know to put his guns down.

 

[Oddball]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
With another click behind Preliats head a blaster pistol was pointed flush to his skull, it was oddball of the Dread guard in this random thread here to poke a little fun. "Don't make me use this." With the other blaster pistol in his other hand he had it flushed to his own helmet. "I know how to use this, so don't make me use this or I will totally use this to blow the sparkes from up the back side of your brain pan. I also know how to use this." The slightly well trained but kind of not a killing machine knew what he was doing but, with that shit just got real up in this thread and it was pretty much still your average bar thread. "Looks like we got a rodian stand off." Cause if you think about it Rodia was the equivalent of space Mexico

 

[Tal Kyramud]

Tal walked back into the bar, drawing an arrow and pulling it back, aiming straight into the new clone's back. Tal had changed into full armor by now. "Now now, everyone put down your weapons and we will avoid the domino effect" he said, chuckling. He was completely ready to dispatch a clone, there were plenty of them after all...
[member="CC-953 Oddball"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] @RC 212

 

[Oddball]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]
Taking the pistol he had pointed at his own head he then pointed it at the arrow man's face. If was completely capable of punching through medium to heavy armor due to its size and the domino effect was in full swing now. The writer was absolutely loving how ridiculous this whole situation was. One pistol pointed at Preliat the other pointed at Tal. All we needed now was a horse and it was the set up to a bad joke. A mando, a clone, and Robin Hood walk into a bar. "Are you here from the future to kill me?!" Yup the level had been reached

 

[Tal Kyramud]

As the man moved his arm, Tal released the arrow. If he was able to dodge an arrow that was shot from less than an inch away from his back, it would be a miracle that only a force user could do. Tal then stepped back, readying another arrow and raising it to whomever might try to kill him. He was silent and didn't care if the clone managed to get a shot off before he felt the impact.
[member="CC-953 Oddball"]

 

[RC 212]

RC laughed as they all drew weapons and placed them all at each others heads. Apparently he was still very good at escalating situations. Most of these people had no idea it had been RC that had nuked Keldabe in the battle of Mandalore with the sith empire.

It was funny to him, as he recalled the scene, memories triggered by the mandalorian holding a blaster to his helmet.

"Well then."

RC lowered one pistol and holstered it and slowly began to lower the other one....

The arrow from the first merc whipped by him and then-

And then boom! He whipped out a fully armed thermal detonator and held his thumb on the button to keep it from exploding.

"I say we all put our weapons down. Or we are gonna owe this bar a lotta creds, and I'm gettin near the end of my bank account."

 

[Tal Kyramud]

"Do it" he said, knowing that his armor would protect him almost completely from the blast. "Honestly, I think you won't. After all, why kill yourself?" Tal said, grinning behind his helmet. Any way this went, he would have a good time.
@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]

RC laughed again. This guy was crazy.

"I like you arrow man. Your a crazy guy. Here catch!"

RC tossed the detonator and dropped into a crouch. Before it had flown halfway he jumped to the side out of the path of the groups weapons and barrel rolled under a table at the far end of the room. Adrenaline pumped his veins and muscles full of blood and the familiar thrill of battle raced through his body.

This was about to get messy.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@RC 212 was stupid. There were two men arguing behind him, but remained both Silent, and didn't move. Two guns. Two directions that both needed to be focused on individually. His helmet had the best HUD, plain and simple, and it allowed him to see behind him with 360 degree vision mode. He blinked beneath his helmet, and lowered his weapon. However, the clone behind him, [member="CC-953 Oddball"], had decided to somehow focus on two very deadly targets. Bringing his body in a tuck, he jetpacked away, and just as the detonator landed, Preliat's jetpack launched him very far away, towards the back of the bar. There was about 20 feet of an explosion radius, and Preliat was well away from that when the detonator landed, before it even exploded.

Preliat then stood, far outside the atomization range of the grenade. He turned and aimed his Mandalorian ripper at the crouching RC-212, and went to fire through his cover, his Mandalorian Ripper, that could punch through Durasteel and make Beskar-plated warriors sweat, went to go through the cover that the coward was hiding behind.

 

[Oddball]

Clearly the writer didn't know a lot about physics and how it worked. In order to achieve penetrating force you needed velocity, and in order to build velocity you needed a bit more firing room than an inch. So in retrospect that was generally a stupid idea to fire a plasma arrow off of a bow. You know physics and stuff, so the arrow simply stopped on his armor and began to burn it heavily due to it being plasma. And it would burn his skin something fierce but it wouldn't be lethal at all. Taking a dive out the way oddball noticed the man pulling out the great equalizer the classic NI UH IMMA BLOW US ALL UP HAHAHAHA SWAG... Move. So taking cover behind a table he knew no matter how "awesome" your armor was it wasn't going to stop you from being cooked alive inside your armor sorry Django but that's not how life works, then the mando decided to blow stuff up man this place was totally bananas!
[member="Tal Kyramud"] @RC 212

 

[Tal Kyramud]

Tal laughed as the man threw the grenade. Maybe he shouldn't no-balls a man with a grenade. With lightning fast reflexes, he shot the grenade out of the air as he dove backwards to avoid most of the explosion. The grenade blew up directly in the middle of the room, barely after it had been thrown. By the time it blew up, Tal had dove out the door.
@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

Rounds of fire ripped through the air and grazed RC's shoulder plate. He felt a tingling sensation as part of the plate was blasted off and the air grew thick with smoke. Rc knew now was the time to make his escape, but not before he left his calling card. His little experiment had paid off.

RC rolled out from cover and towards the middle of the room, staying under the stream of fire and low crawling to the exit with all his might. As the raging inferno in the room built up into a crescendo flames licked at all the walls and acrid smoke punched its way through his filtration systems, fogging his helmet.

RC grunted and ripped off the helmet dashing through the door. As crossed the threshold he reached in his satchel on his battle belt and dropped a small data pad with a mysterious message on it. Hopefully they would find it and read the message. Shortly after he was gone racing ful speed towards the silhoutte of [member="Tal Kyramud"]