Average Bar Thread (OPEN)

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat was not hindered. The fires died out, as soon as the heat dissipated from chemical reaction. Preliat jetpacked towards the door. RC-212 was trying to run from a relentless savage. Preliat bolted to the door, and activated his jetpack. He was soon, literally right above @RC-212. Preliat pulled back, reversing in his flight, and held his Mandalorian ripper with two hands, getting a good sight picture. Easy trigger pull, maintain good sight. He let out four shots, measured, timed, accurate and precise, and more importantly, well rehearsed and trained. He was a smaller target who was moving in the air, so the chances of shooting him were lower than average, and especially due to the fact that he was behind him. Preliat went for his entire torso, upper, lower, and middle chest, ensuring that at least one of the rounds would impact the Fringe commando.

"Mando'ad draar digu."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

RC heard the jetpack ignite behind him before the Mando was on top of him. The man was relentless. So relentless RC used his own aggressiveness against him. As he turned his head to witness the man raise his Mandaloiran ripper RC came to a full stop and backpedaled, knowing that any good marksman would lead his target.

The rounds slammed into the duracrete of the paved street and shattered into pieces. Smoke and dust and red hot shrapnel peppered his armor. RC cast about for a quick way out, eyes swinging wildly from side to side. He fund his exit. A speeder was flying up fast behind him in the next lane. With practiced precision the commando lunged into its path, causing the driver to swerve. As the brakes came on RC grabbed the driver and flung him to the ground, mounting the speeder in one swift motion.

"See ya!" RC roared as he slammed the throttle and the speeder reared like a Twi'lek in heat, pushing him forward at a speed far greater than a jetpack could muster.

Still the datapad with the mysterious message lay on the floor of the bar, just outside the door.

 

[Tal Kyramud]

Before the man could speed away, Tal reached to the ground and chucked a rock into its outboard engine. It was a poor choice to pick a speeder with an exposed engine. The speeder burst into flames as the rock was sucked in. Tal drew his knives, strapping his bow to his back. He would open the man's face with his knife.
@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]

RC tumbled to the ground leaping off the speeder as it exploded and rolled several feet. Flames from the fuel burned off of his armor, making his figure light up in fire. As he stood the fuel burned out leaving RC very hot inside the armor and his skin feeling like it was on fire. The commando regarded the man with a nod and raised his hands.

"Well hold out for a second mate. I followed you because I have a proposition for you. The bar was only a test to draw out whatever legitimate warriors were in there. You have or minute, or are we going to get all savage in the street with a mad mandalorian chasing us."

 

[Tal Kyramud]

"He's not chasing ME." Tal said, laughing. "But I'm listening." Tal walked up to the clone, still holding his knives. "You have 30 seconds to explain or I gut you"
@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tal Kyramud"]

"All right quick down and dirty. I like it. I’m assembling a crew of mercenary types under one roof to make a lot of money for certain contracts. I need all the skilled warriors I can get. Seeing as how you handled yourself well under pressure, I'd be happy to have you on with us."

RC glanced over his shoulder searching the sky for the crazy mando.

"You game to make some loot?"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Tal Kyramud"] was chasing the wrong man. Preliat was a ruthless, determined savage and had it out for 212. He landed, several feet away. His footsteps were heavy, as they thudded along the gravel and the road. There was a gentle crunch under the broken glass, metal, and plastic of the crashed speeder. Preliat stood about eight feet from the pair, staring down Tal, and then looked down at 212. He looked back up at the man, narrowing his eyes. Even with the helmet on, it'd be wise to heed the stare.

"Walk away."

 

[Tal Kyramud]

Tal readied his knives in case the man would try something. "I have no quarrel with you" he said, backing up. The man was obviously a determined killer and Tal wasn't about to risk his life over a clone. "If you survive this, contact me about that mission." With this, he slowly backed up.
[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Everything happened so fast, and that was the only problem with writers in different time zones, Ryan's had slept through this all, so he kinda had stood their like an idiot, and nearly blown to pieces. Lucky though he got out in time, and ran off to wherever. Time to get the hell out of dodge. @RC 212

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

Rebekka, being a decently smart person, had long since disappeared; coat, guns, bottle of pink fruit-wine, wagered stack of credits, and all.... Like he was never there to begin with.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="RC 212 "]was in a bad position. Out in the open, hurt from the crush, probably concussed and dazed, not to mention Preliat hit him in the shoulder. So when Preliat landed about eight feet away, he blinked at [member="Tal Kyramud"]. Tal would be very smart not to listen to what the clone had to say, nor what he had to offer. Preliat raised his Ripper, and emptied the clip to the body lying on the ground, in total about twelve or fourteen rounds of high-velocity ammunition, that could blow a hole in a Beskar-plated warrior. Preliat aimed precisely, and squeezed rapidly. RC was out of luck, and unless there was a miracle, Preliat was going to kill him. At the very least, pump the man full of lead so much that RC would have to be made into some sort of monster, or Preliat was about to avenge his people. He didn't seem to pay any mind to the other man, which, would be a very good thing for him. Tal had too much going on to make an enemy out of the Mandalorians.


"Mando'ad draar digu, dikut."

 

[Korin Undoli]

Korin Undoli was in fine spirits. His latest job had been one of the smoothest he had ever attempted, and he had gotten made off like a bandit. He stepped into the first bar he found, it seemed like a nice enough place, for his purposes, at least.

As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sounds of a heated brawl. After a moment, he saw two armored individuals having it out. They were both clearly skilled, so he maneuvered a path around them, sliding into a stool at the bar. "Corellian whiskey, please."

 

[Paddy Quick]

[member="Freynk Porkins"] [member="Leena Mai"]

As the bar descended into Chaos, Paddy did what any self-respecting citizen would do ... he kept his fething head down. These morons were going to get arrested at any time. This was Coruscant! Coruscant! The capital of the Republic! The jewel of the galaxy! And it wasn't even the lower levels of Coruscant. This was a sports bar on the mid-levels ... this was stupid. Why was everyone so stupid? He came back to the bar with a full cred chit and sat down next to the only reasonable looking guy in the place, and possibly the only guy who wasn't a fething maniac.

"Fething Ropos have done it again.." Paddy said, pointing to the holovision with an expression closest to abject disgust. "Bunch'a talentless hacks. The reffing was disgraceful!"

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Paddy Quick"] [member="Leena Mai"]

"Yeah I can't fething believe it." Freynk said shaking his head, "watch them go to the play offs now."

Freynk shook his head and smiled at the green girl. Man he was getting a good buzz going and the green girl had gotten progressively more attractive as the night went on.

"I hope they lose their next match." Freynk sa8d taking another drink and letting out a pleased exhale of air, "and when the cops get here I'm so gonna laugh. Dumbasses."

 

[Paddy Quick]

"I hear ya." Paddy smiled and nodded, before catching the attention of the Bothan bartender ... who was in the process of losing his marbles due to the trashing of his bar. Yeah ... Paddy really felt for the guy. "Hey pal, I'll take that beer now."

The distraught Bothan nodded his head once with a blank stare, his dreams and finances crushed by @RC 212. If Quick had any money, he'd help him out ... the least he could do was buy a beer off the poor guy. Stupid commando jackasses ... it was like they thought they were the main characters in a holovid, or something. No respect for the little guy, or for personal property. Paddy shook his head as he received his beer.

"Look, I ... uh, I feel for ya, man. Those guys were karking animals ... look, if I could fight as good as them, I'd kick their ass for you."

The poor guy went back to wiping his bar, biting back tears. Quick turned back to the guy next to him as he drank, looking up at the holovision.

"Looks like the Spicers won't make the playoffs again this year, might have to watch the goddamn Ropos every week. Karkers." He shook his head again. "What's your name, bloke? I'm Paddy."

[member="Freynk Porkins"] @Paddy Quick

 

[Leena Mai]

When chaos descended Leena did what any self-respecting citizen who enjoyed living would do.

She hid.

Scurrying around to the other side of the bar she had spent the entire ordeal clutching her cannister of pepper spray as if it were her last lifeline in the galaxy. Oh no, oh heck no, she wasn't going to lose her job and get caught in the friendly fire of a bar room brawl. No way. Not on the same day.

The bothan bartender didn't really mind the cowering woman behind his bar, he had bigger problems on his plate, like rampant destruction of property. So she remained crouched, ready to blind the first fool that approached. Which thankfully was nobody.

Eventually the criminals left, and the woman finally popped her head up.

“Did...did that just happen?”

She looked left, and then right.

“Are we not going to talk about that?!”

Finally Leena emerged from behind the bar, cautiously walking back around to take her seat once again. She could scarcely believe that this pair were just standing speaking about sports.

“We've got heavily armoured dudes running about with a case of the crazies and you wanna talk about the Ropos?!”

[member="Freynk Porkins"], [member="Paddy Quick"]

 

[Freynk Porkins]

[member="Paddy Quick"] [member="Leena Mai"]

"Freynk" Freynk said reaching his hand over for a shake, "Fethin Ropos...I swear they bought those Refs."

Freynk shook his head as his cheeks warmed and his face began to take on the old mellow look of drunkenness. Thats when the Green girl spoke up.

'Here's your chance Freynk. Phoo. Play it cool. Let her know you're the man." Freynk thought, 'show her you're in control. Deep breath. Oh man! What if she wants the strong silent type or the sensitive type? You are so not getting a girl friend. Just don't bother.'

Freynk shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

"The Ropos put on a better show." He said, "don't worry the cops will round them up."

'Nice one!' He thought, 'you still got it Freynko still got it.'

 

[The Destroyer]

The Destroyer walked into the bar, plopping his hulking mass into a bar stool. He was getting strange looks, but he didn't care. Taking his helmet off and placing it on the counter, he revealed his scarred face. He wasn't looking for a fight, just a few drinks. "I'll have a shot of whatever you recommend" he grunted as the chair creaked under his mass.

 

[Paddy Quick]

Paddy shook Freynk's hand readily enough, completely ready to bond over their mutual hate of the Ropos, when the green chick spoke up. She was kinda cute, but also green ... in his experience, Paddy generally favoured the blue type when he went for aliens. Who was hotter, blue Twi'leks or green Twi'leks? Free Galaxy Radio should do a segment on that. Anyway.

"All we can really do, sweetheart, is drink it off." Raising his glass, the captain of the Subtle Gamble chugged through half of it before setting it down. At least he was good at drinking ... from one perspective at least. And it looked like all the trouble had scared his contact off. Wasted fething credits. He'd have to find a new buyer.

"So uh ... I don't suppose I can interest you guys in a shipment of Selena Halcyon action figures?" Paddy pulled out a sample one and pressed a button. The Halcyon doll's hands turned blue, then five seconds later shot out a spark of lightning that zapped the bar. "Yeah, they do this sweet Force thing or whatever ... look, there's blue glowy poodoo and lightning ..."

[member="Leena Mai"] [member="Freynk Porkins"]

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

It has began to rain outside. Looks like it is time to find shelter until it stops. There's a local bar here. Good place to hole up for awhile. In walked a stranger clad in a red and orange stripped hooded poncho. Her steps were surprisingly quick even with her armored boots. She put an armored gauntlet on the counter and took off her hood to reveal lovely long locks of orange-blonde hair and face that seem permanently set in a frown. Her intense blue eyes scanned the bar and found it populated with people who probably actually lived here though there were a few that were clearly out of place. She also noticed a lack of music.

Jate Kar'ta leaned over to the bartender and said, "Do you need some music? I'll play for some credits."