Bars of the Outback (OPEN)

[Lemon]

The Bounty Hunter left the cantina, that much was certain, however, he hadn't left entirely. Fett stood outside the building with his Carbine in hand and a dead bouncer with a caved in head, believe it or not, it wasn't his doing. Though any potential patrons were warned off by it, believing he was in fact the killer. He kept up the act, staring down anyone who looked like they dared enter the building. He needed it as empty as possible, after all the Royal Guard inside was the only thing stopping him from pulling a blaster on his bounty.

He tossed the options in his head, but nothing was going to be simple in this sector. Maybe a crude smack to the head, or paralysis dart. Either way, he just needed to wait it out for now.

[member=Fyl Terrano]

 

[Causstik Rahn]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik watched Harken with a disinterested gaze. The man seemed giddy with anticipation, he could barely contain himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“When do we start?” Harken asked hurriedly[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Patience… Someone will be along to take us to the warehouse shortly,” Causstik growled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]On queue a tall lanky man dressed in a gray cloak with a face shrouded in shadow appeared in the doorway as if from thin air. He nodded to the Mandalorian and with head bent low approached Harken and Causstik. The Imperial agent seemed to take a casual glance around then looked to the Trandoshan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“That man with the Ten-gallon hat is a wanted felon,” The agent spoke in a thick Imperial accent and sounded deadly serious “Before we leave I want him apprehended,” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Causstik merely shrugged and nodded to his compatriots. They stood from the table they were sitting at and moved towards the doorway. They all wore big toothy grins, happy that they finally had something to do. They drew their guns and made it obvious no one else was going to enter… Or leave. Harken nodded to his boys and they moved to surround Fyl. Causstik spoke so that only the Mandalorian would understand him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Su’Cuy Vode. Ni offer ner gaa'taylir. The bounty is yours. Let's just get this over with,” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then Causstik downed the last of his drink and stood from the stool he had been sitting at. He popped his knuckles and regarded the man Fyl with the same disinterested gaze he gave Harken, who now stood behind the Trandoshan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Dead or alive? Which is it gonna be human?” [/SIZE]

[member="Fyl Terrano"] [member="Tanaski Yumi"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Nathan Sandusky"]

 

[Lemon]

​Fett's helmet pivoted towards the Trandoshan, he said nothing but a single word, "Alive." ​What an unlikely thing to happen, and it was even more unlikely that he would trust them, but with two Trandoshans with him then maybe that Royal Guard wouldn't bother and instead keep to themselves.

He made his way inside, assuming that they would follow, he raises his EE-3 Carbine, "You're coming with me, Terrano. Don't do anything hasty." He was certain he had this bounty captured now, let's just hope that this temporary alliance wasn't to brief.

 

[Fyl Terrano]

The girl wasn't great with boundaries. Stranger? Let me touch your face, imply you're a criminal, and loudly ask why there's a bounty hunter after you. She didn't seem to be a direct threat, though, at least for the moment. Over her shoulder Fyl watched the Mandalorian walk out of the cantina. It should have been a relief, but he found himself just as tense as he had been a moment earlier. He was sure in his heart he'd been noticed, so what was the game here? Maybe the price on his head was too low to attract interest, but that was a fool's hope. Either way, this was his window of opportunity to get out of here. Glancing quickly around, he searched for a back entrance.

The girl was still in his way, standing uncomfortably close. "Well, Tana-something, I'll give you two pieces of advice. First, never try to do the right thing - it gets you into deep druk. Second, be careful how close you get to me, because I have a feeling this is about to get ugly." He hated being proven right. The clipped sound of an Imperial accent was his first sign of imminent danger. Word was that the new Galactic Empire, as they were calling themselves, were allies of the First Order - the kind of allies that might share Most Wanted lists with each other. Fyl swore as he overheard just enough to confirm his sinking suspicion: he'd more than overstayed his welcome.

Before he could make any move toward the door, the Trandoshans had formed a wall of muscle in front of it. The Mandalorian, flanked by the slaver leader and a small band of crimson-clad thugs, strode back in his direction, dark purpose written in his movements. The rough group quickly formed a semicircle around Fyl, practically pinning him against the bar. The ex-rebel leaned back against the counter, feigning relaxed resignment. "Can't a man drink in peace around here?" He sighed, swirling the rest of his beverage around in his glass. "At least let me finish my beer." Out of the corner of his eye he was sizing each of them up, looking for the weak link - and an instant of inattention.

One second Fyl was tipping the glass back toward his lips. The next he had burst into frenzied motion. His left hand crossed his body, lobbing the beer at the Mandalorian's faceplate - that ought to throw off his aim for a second or three. At the same time, his blaster cleared its holster, his right hand snapping up with the disciplined efficiency of a battle-hardened soldier. The weapon spat a pair of shots in less than a second, both azure bolts plowing into the crimson chestplate of the thug on his right like a shockboxer's one-two punch. Rising from his seat as he attacked, Fyl turned his upward momentum into a backward shoulder roll over the bar, scattering drinks. They hit the floor in a hail of shattering glass.

He landed behind the counter, blaster in hand. Turning around, he dashed for the open door to the kitchen, laying down cover fire over his shoulder.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Nathan Sandusky"]​

 

[Lemon]

Fett stood before the bounty and as he spoke the bar went quiet, rightfully so, something was going to go down and it was potentially bloody. With Carbine in hand, the Mandalorian man was a formidable opponent that could intimidate some of the most scummy individuals of the Galactic Underworld. Though as he gave a warning to the man, he found a bottle shattered across his faceplate. ​He's fast. He thought to himself, something he didn't quiet expect as his head reared down from the force of the hit. Yet he got back up to find Fyl fleeing, and two bolts were caught in some Bar Thug. No loss. It wasn't, at least to him.

He himself vaulted the bar as the bounty went into the kitchen, fleeing in what was possibly a dead end. Fett moved much slower and more cautiously. Maybe this wasn't worth my time. The though echoed in his head. He stood stacked up next to the entrance of the kitchen with carbine in hand. "You're worth a lot more to me alive, Terrano. Make this easy on yourself." The words went into the kitchen, hoping that he'd come to his senses and accept a fate worse than death.

[member=Fyl Terrano]

 

[Ras'Kel'Kanto]

Meanwhile, outside the cantina.​

Setting​

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He never takes me anywhere nice.

The cyborg mused as he rounds the street corner for the sixth time this night. He has been circling the cantina for at least a half hour, a particularly long time for a bounty hunter closing on a kill. Pausing under a yellow hued strip of neon, Ras again inspects his equipment, patting and checking the pouches lining the front of his green colored blast-vest.

Sidearm, vibroblade, stun-cuffs.

Light. Ras didn't wanna risk undo attention, the authorities might be lax about some smuggler's holdout but they may have issues with a six foot four cyborg carrying a light repeater. He sighs, a faint flare of white noise, and stares towards the cantina's backdoor. While lookout duty isn't particularly glamorous, Kanto was at least hoping for some sort of distraction. Only drunks stumble their way down these empty streets and they hardly give Ras any notice. A pair of them are passing him now, hobbling off in a hurry away from the cantina.

Something's not right.

Ras was sprinting before the sounds reached him; shattering glass, blaster fire, gasps from the crowd. Pulling his sidearm free from his holster, Ras turns his sprint into a low slide towards the nearest cover. The cyborg finds himself behind the cantina's service door, squatting behind the facility's trash collector. The whole place is probably packing, smugglers and their damned holdouts, and Ras wasn't about to walk in there blind. With a mental gesture, the cyborg activates his integrated comlink- speaking quickly while keeping his photorecptors locked on the cantina's rear door.

"Koda. In position outside the cantina's service door. You good?"

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

A sly smile creep across Tanasuki's face, "Oh I'm not trying to do the right thing, never have, I just like to be part of the action, as for ugly, ha, I can deal with killing and death, these weapons are not just for show". As luck would have it the words, apprehend, [member="Fyl Terrano"] and other words indicating bounty were mouthed off my the person talking with Mr lizard face, it didn't take long for the mando bounty hunter to com back into the room, this time with friends.

Soon said mando and some Trandohians formed a wall around Fly, pushing Tanasuki out of the way, they really wanted him alive, though it was fairly easy to see a the outcome, no person would willingly hand themselves over to the Imperials. Fly did the typical slam act before going all out, stunning the mando before plugging two rounds into on of the Lizard thugs, leaping over the bar and making a break for it through the kitchen, "Oh a fight....

[member="Koda Fett"] was over the counter in a hurry to catch him, but as for his back up, in one quick movement the young assassin cleaved a nice slice into the Trandoshian's back.

Spoiler

Before thrusting the other one through his heart, "...what fun". Knowing full well the other Lizard face would be pissed it was time to make a break for it as well, sheathing the Vibro blades Tanasuki leapt over the counter headed for the kitchen as well. Sides had been chosen now it was just a matter of who was left standing. Racing towards the kitchen, with a quick movement the young assassin slid between their legs of the bounty hunter, attempting to hit the mando in the back of the knee with a Thron of Ryloth, just to make immobilize him for a moment or two.

 

[Lemon]

Fett had turned over his shoulder at the sound of a Trandoshan being cleaved by the blade wielding child, or so it seemed. He saw a knee heading his way, and it connected with his back, though he was quick to recover. Really? He thought to himself as he turned and faced the Trando Killer.

"Inside."
He had simply said over the comms to Ras, he'd know to come inside after that as the panic from the inside would've been audible from the exterior.

The Bounty Hunter had brought up his left wrist, but not so much as to extend it outright, it was still somewhat close to his body. He launched a volley of heavy blaster fire out of his wrist towards the attacker. He was certainly starting to think that this bounty wasn't worth the trouble, but he had come this far.

[member=Tanaski Yumi] [member=Fyl Terrano] [member=Ras'Kel'Kanto] [member=Causstik Rahn]

 

[Fyl Terrano]

The backroom wasn't much of a kitchen - no food was served here, only alcohol, so the bar didn't need much of a preparation area. Fyl found himself cornered like a womp rat, racing between shelves of liquor as he searched desperately for some other way out. Given the crime rate a border port like this tended to attract, it wasn't particularly surprising that the room had no windows. The ex-rebel had been hoping instead for some kind of service door for bringing new crates of booze in, but it seemed that the bartender (who was sensibly cowering well out of the way of the erupting fight) was paranoid enough that he only wanted one way in and out of his establishment.

Somehow Fyl doubted that the place was up to fire code.

So this was it, then. He'd have to make his stand here. It wasn't like he'd had any chance of reaching the entrance. The only mistake he'd made was getting a drink here in the first place, showing his face around within a dozen sectors of First Order space. If he got out of this one, he swore, he'd run so fast and so far that starlight itself couldn't catch him. But for now, if he wanted to live - and despite it all, he did - he had only two options: surrender, ending up in whatever living hell the FO decided he deserved, or clear a path to the exit and make a dash for it. He decided to go with option besh. A volley of blasts from the Mandalorian shattered one of the kitchen shelves, and he winced; out of time.

Fyl tore through the nearest crate of bottles, reading labels and discarding liquors as fast as he could in his targeted search for the type of item he sought. At last he found it: high proof alcohol, the kind of stuff that burned like hell on the way down. He was about to make it burn in a different sense. He tore the cork out with his teeth, took a swig - why waste the whole bottle? - and then turned back to the kitchen entrance, feeling the weight of the glass and liquid in his hand. Before he could proceed, the teenage assassin came tearing in, her vibroblades wet with blood. "I'm afraid you probably just backed the wrong ronto," Fyl said, offering a sad smile. "But I appreciate the thought."

He hoped that the crazy girl hadn't just gotten herself killed on his behalf. From here on out nothing was certain except violence. "There's no way out back here. I aim to try to clear us a path." He tossed the bottle once, caught it, and nodded. "Get ready, Tana. You see an opening, you get out of here. Don't you worry about me." There he was, playing the hero again. Only life wasn't like the holovids, and the gallant ones didn't always win. He'd learned that the hard way. Taking a deep breath, he popped around the corner, throwing the liquor bottle high over the bar - right in front of the Mandalorian, who had stepped over the counter to come after him. Then he fired a single shot and ran.

Fyl's blaster bolt hit the liquor bottle straight on, shattering the glass with pinpoint accuracy. The heat of the bolt set the high-proof alcohol on fire, turning the container into a makeshift bomb. Flaming liquid and shards of hot glass exploded above the counter, stabbing down at everyone in the vicinity. Two more of the thugs who had cornered Fyl a moment earlier staggered back, shouting in pain and surprise. They wiped frantically at their clothes as their jackets caught flame and hot crystalline splinters peppered their exposed hands and faces. It probably wouldn't do much against Mandalorian armor, but it was hot, bright, and distracting. Fyl was gambling that it would be all the opening he needed.

Sprinting full tilt out of the kitchen, he slid beneath the bartender's entrance to the now-flaming counter. He hit one of the nearby tables with both feet, tipping it over with a crash. More drinks shattered against the floor, leaving a slippery obstacle for anyone who tried to charge him. Around the side of the rounded table he popped off a pair of shots at the Trandoshans blocking the doors. If he could just drive them into cover, or even drop one or two of them, he might be able to get past them. He had a bad feeling that the longer he took to get that done, and the longer he was stuck in the cantina, the more he'd learn what tricks the bounty hunter had up his sleeve.

And he really didn't want to find out just what the Mandalorian was capable of if he could avoid it.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Ras'Kel'Kanto"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

 

[Lemon]

Fire, it flashed before him as it poured down over him like liquid death. He was familiar with it, all to familiar with in fact. He'd recall the sights he'd once seen in which cities burned whilst mindless droids conducted slaughter. Though he didn't feel stress then, he was engineered not to, and just like then he didn't feel it now. His helmet automatically adjusted to the flash of light that came over him whilst the glass bounced off his heavy and durable armour. Just like the glass had no effect, neither did the fire, although it caused a brief distraction. The frenzy caused all sorts of sound to fill the room, total panic from those uninvolved. Meanwhile Fett remained focused, this was his bounty, and he was going to have it.

He turned on a dime, facing Fyl has he fled, the enemy to the First Order had become an enemy of his. Yet this wasn't the kind of bounty in which shoot a man in the back, no. He leapt up, as agile as ever despite the weight that was on him. He took aim with his carbine once he hopped to the other side of the bar, facing the exit and Fyl as he fled - he squeezed down tightly. A trio of red bolts exited the weapon, heading straight for his legs. If he could maim him he couldn't run anymore, and even if Fett had to deal with this nonsense inside, Ras could pick up the pieces. This hunt was going poorly, and he couldn't explain as to why.

Regardless if Terrano was hit or not, Fett pursued, and as he did he dropped a sonic detonator behind him - it emitted a high pitch frequency that would cause everyone in the room to be stunned, clutching their ears in the hopes they don't explode. Although they won't literally explode.

[member=Fyl Terrano]

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

Note Tana (た な) means shelf/rack in Japanese

It seemed that the attack caught the mando of guard, allowing Tanasuki to carry on and get behind cover next to Mr cow boy, who was preparing a makeshift incendiary Granada, interesting. "Hmm outnumbered, outgunned and going against, besides I tougher then I look". Looking back it seemed the pursuer had decided to call in back up, noting how they stopped to speak into a com link or what not. "Clear a path and make a break for it, I'll see that no one tries to follow you..... funny you should call me that, seems ironic for a bar". It didn't matter if he got the joke, it was still funny either way.

Fly tossed the bottle using some quickly gun skills to shoot the bottle, making it rain down fire and splinters onto the thugs and bounty hunter present, 'time to make a break for it, though id personally like to stay and fight'. Before making a run for the exit Tanasuki waited until the Mando was focused on Fly again, the cowboy shooting widely at anyone who got in his way, very intent on getting out. When said bounty hunter raised their blaster the young assassin when for it again, but this time would show of some interesting skill, though not fast enough to prevent the shot form being fired the Mando if he did not get out of the way would be subjected to a concentrated force push to their back, sending them face planting into the ground.

Regardless if this worked or not Tanasuki made a break for it as well, doing a spin in the air, both Vibro blades slicing through the thugs caught on fire, ending their lives and putting them out of pain, sending blood spraying every where. "Check your six Mando". With the dead done it was time to leave, though the chase was far from done, "You alright cow boy, we need to high tail off this rock".

[member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Fyl Terrano"] l [member="Causstik Rahn"]

 

[Fyl Terrano]

Return fire slammed against Fyl's makeshift cover, forcing him to stop shooting and draw back. The table bucked beneath each shot, chips of hot durasteel flying away from the surface as the impacts slagged more and more of it. It would've been over there and then if it hadn't been for the assassin girl, dashing through the crowd with her vibroblades dancing around her like razor-sharp wings. She shoved the air with one hand, and even from this distance Fyl could feel the invisible power she unleashed - so she was like one of the Ren. The thought would have terrified him more if he hadn't had a million more pressing concerns, like how to leave this cantina alive.

It was then that he spotted it: there was another exit, a service door for trash collection set into the side wall. Hope soared in his heart - there was a way out that didn't involve barrelling through a pack of Trandoshans. Tanaski had pulled the focus of enemy fire away from him for the moment, and had reduced the number of shooters considerably - if he was going to make a break for it, now was his best chance. Doing his best to be unpredictable, he leapt over the top of the fallen table rather than running out from behind it, the metal still hot beneath his hands as he vaulted his half-slagged shield. He dodged and weaved as he ran, the Trandoshans slagging tables and chairs in his wake.

But he'd gambled wrong, spent too long on the open. White hot pain blossomed just below his left hip as one of the bounty hunter's leg shots ripped into him, pitching him to the floor. With the frenzied determination of a soldier who'd been wounded and kept fighting before, Fyl forced himself up onto his hands and knees, dragging his injured leg. Staying below the level of the tables, he crawled the last several meters to the service door, gritting his teeth against the agonizing waves radiating from where he'd been hit. He reached the door and slammed his fist against the panel, crawling through just as the sonic detonator went off behind him.

The concussive audio blew the hat clean off his head - it flew off down the alleyway, borne on the evening breeze. Fyl hardly noticed the precious remembrance go. Blood was running from his nose and ears, and he couldn't think straight. He pushed himself against the wall of the alley, trying to get his blaster up to defend himself when the Mandalorian inevitably came out to collect his bounty. It was only then that he noticed the hulking cyborg, some six and a half feet tall, sidearm in hand. "Kark me," Fyl muttered. He tried to raise his gun, but the world was swimming, and it was impossible to aim. He knew in his heart that he was finished. He'd been in this situation before.

"Run, Tana," he murmured, not sure if she could even hear him. "Get out while you can."

[member="Ras'Kel'Kanto"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"]​

 

[Lemon]

Eugh.

The singular angry sigh entered his mind as he came crashing down the ground after some child gave him a push in the back via the force. He wasn't one to give up easily, and this was the moment he could come in for the capture. Yet this child was a nuisance, and maybe she too could be sold for a price. If not to the First Order, perhaps a slaver - surely there are people out there that would be more than happy to purchase a young man that looks rather feminine. After Fett's mind went down that dark path in an instance, processing all those thoughts in such a quick time, he decided to act upon it. Whilst moving up from the ground, he found his way onto a knee, raising his right arm and firing out a whipcord that if landed would wrap around the body Tanaski, preventing them from moving entirely as their arms and legs would be bound together in an instant, causing them to fall to the ground, failing like a fish on a hook. As for the sonic detonator? He was fine, his helmet numbed all sounds out in synchronization with the detonation.

Assuming the Bounty Hunter hit is mark, he would've strode over to Yumi and saying, "Watch your six." Whilst putting extra emphasis on the 'your' part of his dialogue, he wasn't one for quips, but something in his mind told him this was appropriate. After all, with the scorching and searing hole in Fyl's leg, he wasn't going anywhere. Especially with Ras lingering around.

[member=Fyl Terrano] [member=Tanaski Yumi] [member=Ras'Kel'Kanto] [member=Causstik Rahn]

 

[Elaine Thul]

Elaine only wanted a quiet drink in a bar, maybe get chatted up, may be a dance, but NO. She had found herself instead in a middle of firefight, great why the hell does she even bother. She got up as it started, and leapt behind the bar. Her men took cover, and drew their Blasters, and decide they ally with [member="Fyl Terrano"]. They used the automatic mode to shoot at the trandsoians, as they did they used tables as cover. She then from behind the bar, whilst the next song came on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8StG4fFWHqg
She reached out with the force at [member="Koda Fett"] weapon, and she began to try and use the force to crush it. She was angry, she just wanted a drink, and dance and possibly even a bit of a flirt. She used this and poured it into crushing his weapon, she imagined it being nothing more than piece of scrap metal.

 

[Tanaski Yumi]

The plan to get away seemed to be working, though now most of the enemy fire was concentrated Tanasuki, having used a force push it was no longer necessary to hide anything, and as such was time to fight ad hasty retreat as Fly was making a mad dash to another exit he found. Tanasuki deflected several blaster bolts using his vibro blade before making a break for the entrance, thinking the bounty hunter would be after his quarry or distracted enough, he couldn't have been more wrong, a whip cord fired form the Mando's wrist warped around his arms and leg, making the young assassin fall flat on his face, being in to awkward of a position to cut with his Thorn of Ryloth.

"Kark", dropping the act he looked back towards the mando, he must of had a friend to be more interested in him then Fyl. "Jokes on you, I'm bisexual". It was a rude joke but anything to lighten the mood, 'mums going to kill me if she finds out about this'. Soon he was dragged away by the mando out to the back and into the ally way, Fly laying on the ground as a cyborg or something had him at gun point. "Hahahaha..... I got caught, oh, and I'm not a girl, but you were fooled weren't you".

[member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Fyl Terrano"]

 

[Ras'Kel'Kanto]

Service exit.​

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A lot of things happened.

'Inside' wasn't the code for 'help me', Koda was just updating him on the situation. The sounds from inside the cantina were escalating ; more shouts, screams, and blaster bolts- echoing past the service exit. For a moment Ras was back on Durkel, the trash heap melting into sandbags and the electrical lights became distant explosions. He felt his rising bloodlust, the need for open conflict, the desire to test his skills against another- and fought it, suppressing it with lines of reason. The illusion did not vanish despite his efforts but it dissipated, Ras found himself squatting in world that was half real and half flashback. He shook his head, and refocused his photorecptors at the doorway. Whatever was going on inside the cantina, Koda isn't asking for backup.

Movement- someone's coming.

The cyborg imminently shifted, raising his blaster towards the narrow service exit. His position was good, the scrap pile offered the best bit of cover between him and the door and he effectively controlled all traffic from this exit. The coming action refocused the cyborg, bringing him back fully into reailty- and was more then prepared for the wounded man's arrival. Ras watched as the man in question stumbled out and onto the far wall, made a mental note of the blaster burn in his upper shoulder, and quickly raised up his blaster when he managed to get a look at the man's face.

Terrano!

That's the target alright, still armed but clearly heavily wounded. A cornered rat fights the hardest, and Terrano managed to somehow get this far 'despite' Koda and whatever else is inside that cantina. Fighting that hard for your freedom is commendable, respectable even. It is a trait shared by all true soldiers, something that even the most bitter of enemies can relate to, and even bond over. Ras wasn't going to take any chances with this guy, instead he remained behind cover with his weapon pointed at his bounty.

"It's over Terrano! Drop it!"
_________
Fyl Terranohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16051-fyl-terrano/http://starwarsrp.net/user/16051-fyl-terrano/

 

[Lemon]

Success. As expected.

The bladed assassin was down, bound together by Fett's whipcord, they weren't going anywhere without his say-so. He rushed up to his feet, grasping at his EE-3 that had spilt out onto the floor since being knocked over. He hurried along, well aware of the firefight that erupted behind him, it wasn't a long distance but the sooner the better. He held his blaster in one hand as he snatched at the child's collar with his other, dragging them out with no regard for their well-being.

Hmph, Terrano.

"You're no good to me dead." Fett declared, aiming his blaster towards the acquisition as he crudely held the bound killer. The streets were dead except the odd drunk that came by, but even they knew to keep their distance. The lights were bright still, casting a neon light show down upon the group of four individuals. Two hunters, two acquisitions. The Mandalorian Armour clad Bounty Hunter gestured to the left, both with his head and carbine, and if Terrano knew what was good for him he'd do it.

Finally. This hunt was over, and for all the trouble it caused it'd nab him some extra coin with this Assassin. Fett stood as menacing as ever, small flames still stuck to his armour after the bottle detonated above him, his battle-hardened suit warning everyone of his experience and the wookiee scalps over his shoulder presenting his skill. He wasn't one to be trifled with, and now Terrano and Yumi knew this much.

[member=Fyl Terrano] | [member=Tanaski Yumi] | [member=Ras'Kel'Kanto]

 

[Fyl Terrano]

There wasn't much left that Fyl could do. His vision was swimming too badly for him to aim, and even if he could, the cyborg already had a gun trained on him. He'd be down before he could squeeze off a single shot. With a wheeze that racked his whole body, the ex-rebel dropped his gun from unsteady fingers. It clattered against the pavement, bouncing twice end over end before coming to a rest half a meter away. Laying back against the wall of the alley, Fyl clamped both hands over the ragged blaster burn through his left thigh; a near-Trandoshan hiss of pain rattled out from between his lips, and he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the world to drop away.

The bounty that the First Order had put on his head required him alive - the whole point of not executing Barkheshi rebels in the first place had been to show that the new government was stable and orderly, no longer given to excesses like the rumored mass crucifixions of criminals on Kaeshana. Fyl wasn't really sure it that was a good thing, though. Idly he wondered where they would put him now that he had proven he could escape from Camp 19-Cresh; certainly somewhere nastier and more secure than a planetary hard labor facility. Overall, though, he found it difficult to care. It was as if all his energy was draining out through the hole in his leg, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Dimly, in the back of his mind, he recognized the symptoms of shock, but he was finding them hard to fight.

Then the Mandalorian stepped through the door, dragging Tanaski behind him - the teenage assassin had been wrapped in a whipcord. Fyl had no idea if there was a bounty on the kid's head, too, or whether the bounty hunter had simply decided to make a profit on whoever stood against him. Either way, it was demoralizing, and the ex-rebel let out a defeated little wheeze; he hadn't even bought enough time for the others who had jumped into his mess. Blaster fire was still coming from within the bar - if Fyl had to guess, the blonde girl's mysterious bodyguards had joined the fray, and were probably exchanging potshots with the Trandoshans. This, he reflected with a bitter smile, was a rough town.

"Yeah, you had me fooled," Fyl muttered. "Should've run when you had the chance. Now we're both farkled." With that, he finally passed out.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Ras'Kel'Kanto"] | [member="Tanaski Yumi"] | [member="Elaine Thul"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

 

[Tiland Kortun]

"Well," Tiland said, coming to a halt, tea still held in hand, steam wafting up from the cup, "this appears to be quite an awkward situation." He looked around the small group-- the Mandalorian, the cyborg, the child, and the man passed out on the ground-- before looking back down to his tea. He raised it to his mouth and took a long swallow, savoring the taste, before replacing it back in his satchel.

The old man leaned on his staff, scrutinizing them a little bit more, before focusing on the hole in the man's leg. He frowned, stroking his beard, before speaking again- but he was cut off by the sound of blaster fire inside. He leaned over and peered into the room as the guards and Trandoshans appeared to be engaged in an intense firefight. Tiland stepped away from the door as a stray blaster bolt spat out from inside.

"Might I suggest we all take a few steps away from the door and have some tea." While it was phrased as a question, his tone made it certain that it wasn't a request. "For I cannot allow an injured being to go untreated, and I fear that if we stay here, my workload may grow heavier and I have a ship to catch."

He gestured to them all to follow him, piercing stare meeting all their gazes, as a breeze ruffled his robes around his frame, wisps of white hair dancing around him.

 

[Lemon]

This Bounty Hunting operation was legal, and nobody could tell him otherwise - although it did appear this system was somewhat lawless, so regardless it didn't seem to matter what trouble hc caused. When the Old Jedi came around to offer his healing services, Fett was in the middle of swatting the bound child over the head with his Carbine's butt in an attempt to knock him out. Though he then spoke to the Jedi, turning to face him and speaking in an aggressive and clearly threatening tone, "I don't feel like killing seniors today, you oughta leave." He meant business, and if messed with again he wouldn't hesitate to nab a third bounty for even more credits, and a Jedi? Hell, that'd be some coin.

He shifted his way over to Terrano now, forcing him down onto his knees as he then did the same. Catching a Carbine to the head, he was pained already, it wouldn't do much to make him submit entirely. Assuming the two went limp, face first the ground, Fett snatched at the child and hauled them over to the speeder they came in on, it had four seats and a group of four was leaving. How fortunate that he was able to grab a second. He crudely slapped their body down into it, assuming Ras would do the same with Terrano. The Bounty Hunter clambered up inside, igniting the engine and speeding off. Making his way for the spaceport.

Arriving at the spaceport, Fett departed, grabbing a hold of his cargo and heading towards the Concord Spear. He got his fair share of weary looks and crowds that'd step out of his way, and rightfully so. A Mandalorian and Cybernetic Lizard came through hauling two bodies that far as they knew were deceased. He boarded the Concord Spear, placing the two in separate prison cells. Terrano got a regular cell, whilst Yumi was inside a Force Cage, he wouldn't take any risks with a force user on board, even if they were a child. Her powers would be limited, so much so that they couldn't do any real damage from the inside of that cell.

They departed the planet, leaving that mess behind. The duo would be able to wake shortly afterwards, a splitting headache and lump on their heads that'd eventually fade. They were met with the cold interior of the Concord Spear. Primarily dark colours, it was clean, incredibly so. They could see each other, the cells were right next to each other, though in front of them was the armed Cybernetic Saurin, standing guard. Fett was piloting, making his way to First Order space.

[member=Fyl Terrano] [member=Tanaski Yumi] [member=Tiland Kortun] [member=Ras'Kel'Kanto]