Big Trouble in Little Coruscant

[Kalous Anson]

Nar Shaddaa
Green-Eyed Jack's Cantina
2200 Hours Coruscant Standard Time

A smoky atmosphere threatened to choke, and suffocate, the patrons of Green-Eyed Jack's Cantina. This thick, and murky, haze threatened to disorient all those that stepped a single foot into this seedy establishment in order to purchase a drink or collect a bounty. The heavy smoke did its job well in warding off the faint of heart, and the loose of lip, from a den of thieves, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and common thugs that ran schemes for the local crime lords on Nar Shaddaa. Green-Eyed Jack's was especially unfriendly to droids as opposed to their organic counterparts--having a strict policy prohibiting the mechanical beings for fear of their tampering abilities.

The motif was dark, yet fully flushed with neon lighting, was tame compared to the booming music that assaulted one's ears as the dancers entrapped the patron's eyes and wallets. Needless to say, this establishment was as successful as it needed to be to host a front for the local criminal underworld. It just so happened that this night would end with the cantina having a show that no viewer could pass up!

Walking through the main door as it wooshed to either side of him; Kalous sauntered in with the shine of his armor dulled by the harsh atmosphere and the clicking and clacking of his armor masked by the dance music that he was grateful that his helmet dulled enough to be nothing more than an occasional throb of bass. Tonight was the night that he would finally make it off this rock with credits in hand and food in his stomach. Tonight, Kalous would collect his cost for the bounty on the very crime lord that resided in the shadows of this deathly establishment.

Continuing to delve into the smoky atmosphere--that his helmet continued to filter out--Kalous shuffled to the main bar area.

This horseshoe-shaped bar was stationed in the middle of the room--barstools surrounding it--with the main stage raised up behind it. If there was one thing about a crime lord--he knew how to make a dirty credit. The stage wasn't the only thing that Kalous noticed as he arrived at the bar--as he clocked the booths that were sheltered within the walls that surrounded the open bar area--probably for more discrete business. What he was looking for, however, and it wasn't until he laid his eyes upon a heavily armored door with a keypad lock placed next to it, that had to be the door to the real operation.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Barrett Haskins]

Green-Eyed Jack’s

Haskins leaned back in the booth, plugging a nostril with one hand and grasping his whiskey and soda with the other. He took in a deep breath with his free nostril, drawing all the remaining powder down his nasal cavity. He let out a long sigh, it was mixed with pain and pleasure. The drugs burnt as they went into his nose but the feeling directly afterward was nothing less than pure bliss. The Corellian junkie passed the large plate to his left.

“I told you this is some good poodoo.” Barrett joked, he wiped some residual powder from the top of his lip. “I even did the hard part and got it here for you, now all we have to do is get the rest off of my ship.” The uppers were starting to kick in as he spoke. The trance music in the background seemed to meld with the present. The basslines replaced his heartbeat and his thoughts were melted down into basic instincts. The drugs he brought in were good, no one would argue that, but it was now a matter of keeping composure until the deal was settled.

“Why don’t you give us a chance to talk about it, go get yourself a drink. Hell, get a round for the whole table. I’m going to have my girl bring out the finest bricks of giggledust this side of The Dead Road! Then we will discuss price.” The buyer waved Barrett off into the direction of the main bar where most people were standing.

As he stood you would be able to tell Haskins was clad in a steel blue suit that was visibly a little worn. His usually long hair was cut short, a sign of passing innocence. When he first entered the fold the galaxy was a different place. In the passing years he had been gone he noticed the stars were growing dimmer, darkness had reset the uneasy peace the galaxy felt before. His emerald eyes still looked the same as they did when he was younger, in that they were bloodshot and three times their size from drugs. Other than that there was a sadness in them, like they had seen far too much in his time.

He had to give his legs a couple moments to readjust to walking from sitting so long. The smuggler lit up a death stick, breathing in and blowing a small cloud of smoke into the smog above him. It was second nature for a Corellian to be stuck in a building filled with second hand smoke, even more so for a smuggler. Bars were where 90% of business took place so it was a part of the trade. Once steadied, Barrett set off toward the bar. On his way he brushed shoulders with an armoured Nautolan. It stood out to him because the pinks and greens of the neon lights shivered with the music against his metallic armor. It really tripped him out.

It took him only a moment for his instincts to kick in though, why was there an armored man inside the cantina? It was odd and he figured it wasn’t going to get any more normal from here. “Seems a bit warm to wear to a bar.” He joked as he turned around, hoping whatever trouble the Nautolan was here to cause could pass him by…though in his line or work and his life in general, that rarely happened.

[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=613RrA2M4j8[/video]​

The lavish signage radiating out in pink light, giving the street an outsider quality a substance a physical manifestation to the the debauchery of Nar Shadda street life, he entered Green-Eyed Jack's Cantina with a metallic 'thump' all angles all sharp inclines and declines wrapped in metal, coated with a garish coat studded in gold trim, whether it was real or cheap intimation was up for debate. "Drink." it rasped to the neighbouring bar tender its head bobbing along the surrounding people, removing a cigar the size of a babies arm, brackish grey smoke floated up and out of the stub coalescing in small pockets of smoke that drifted lazily above the cyborg, giving him an almost grey outline. He lit it and held it between his finger's pointing it haphazardly at the neighbouring patrons.

"Like the old days huh, [member="Thraxis"]. Maybe this won't fall down on us like the last time." he said with slow and deliberate movements of his hands parting the folds in his coat to reveal a large emblem of the Hutt Cartel, his eye lingered on it smiling in the way only eye's could, by not at all. "Who'd have thought we'd get here all the way from slave auctions."

"Hey you." he addressed [member="Barrett Haskins"], moving in metallic strides that could only be considered footfalls if generous and not the movement of heavy machinery. "You look like an impressionable young lad, ready to take on the world." he said flicking his cigar towards him tossing the smoking stub up and into the air in an ark of ash and cheap smoke. "Would you care to tell an old salty space dog like myself the current street news."

[member="Barrett Haskins"], [member="Kalous Anson"]​

 

[Thraxis]

It was not strange to see the Zeltron behind the dominating figure, he had led him through the better part of his life, which in turn, was the only good part of his life. His eyes bounced when he saw the flashing neon, and quickly his gaze was brought to it, bright lights tend to be what attracts in places like this. It was like a metaphor, the brightness in the dark, the last light of hope in an otherwise dreary mind. Though this metaphor goes over Thraxis mind.

He followed the Captain into the bar, his hands loose as he started to count his empty vials of what now only contain the sweet aroma of Alcohol, "Ok, so nine carry the one take away that bill.... ok so I need to refill at least four bottles." he said as they approached the bar tender. His eyes looked around as the bar tender took the bottles, the degenerates had flocked to where the pretty colors were, and it held their last drop of salvation, booze, grog, devils water, the names could go on.

Thraxis turned to the captain with a cheerful grin, "Yeah Captain, its been a while since we last went to get a drink." he said with a small smirk, he felt like rubbing in that he could drink and the captain couldn't but held his tongue, not out of fear, not out of respect, but because it was a memory of an old time... when the Jackals were just that. The Jackals. "Well.... slaves are cheaper then butlers or maids, and the middle class like to pretend their fancy. It just so happens free and abusable Butlers and Maids tend to be right up their ally." he said with a cheerful grin, the captain got here through Slavery, Thraxis was never such a man. He got here through his anger and rage, not through intelligence.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Barrett Haskins"]
[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan stood in an ally making a deal with a somewhat homeless looking man. The pirate took the mans credits and quite literally the shirt of the mans back, then Cadan handed the man a small brown back filled with the spice.

As Cadan proceeded into the cantina he scrunched up the shirt and threw it into the nearest bin. A brown trench coat clung to Cadan, the coat was battered, burnt, bloodied and the right armed seemed to have been torn off, exactly where the robotic arm began. His skin was the colour of the sky, on a beautiful day, and his eyes the colour of fresh blood. The robotic hand rested on the hilt of a DL-18, scratched into the hilt the was the word "Sunshine".

"Thanks for waitin' for me. Karks." Cadan followed his higher-ups to the bar, ordered some top shelf whiskey and began to drink.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Barrett Haskins"] [member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Barrett Haskins]

There was a lack of blood flowing to the smuggler’s brains. Instead it trickled down his system, along with it, a tingling sensation. The Glitterstem his boss sold had a dissociative effect that went along with it. This helped cut the brains communication with the rest of the body, resulting in even lower inhibitions and what some would consider, an out of body experience. Habitual users and abusers however would just be more flexible, their bodies moving with the beats and their sweat reflecting the fuschia lightscape that engulphed them all. For those people all consciences became one and everyone was having a good time.

Barrett grasped his drink even tighter, the wave of euphoria finally washed over him completely. The Nautolan seemed uninterested in what he had to say so far. That wasn’t always a good sign however as blaster bolts to the back usually followed silence like that. Though it was hard to hear anything over the trance rhythms cascading through the nightclub. That was what startled Haskins so much when [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] approached him. His eyes couldn’t widen much more, but if they did it would have been in terror. The loud sounding humanoid came closer and obvious….modification had been made.

The phrasing of his sentence was odd, making Haskins have to snap out of his roll and focus on the situation at hand. There was a familiar feeling in the air as Flannigan spoke. It casued him to bring what attention he could muster to what was still partially sticking out of his pocket, what appeared to be a Hutt symbol. Nothing too crazy on Nar Shaddaa. This one however was one that appeared often when Barrett himself was leader of the Hutt Cartel with his associate Danger Arceneau as his close second years ago before he became a wash-up. They were one of the clans that tried to over throw him.

“Sir, I’m not going to join whatever cause you’re offering. I’m here to have a drink and talk business with my friends.” He gestured with his cigarette hand toward the table he came from. “I’m almost positive you can’t offer me more than they are.” He then motioned to the emblem. The Hutts were strong, but on Nar Shaddaa there were much stronger forces at play.

“Though a word of advice, there’s a Nautolan in here who seems to be looking for trouble.” The Corellian took a drag off of his deathstick, blowing small circles into the air at [member="Cadan Tazi"] and [member="Thraxis"], finally stopping at Flannigan. “And you guys look like trouble.” Noting their obvious aura of general unsavoriness they exuded he figured they would respond somehow. He just hoped not violently. He playfully shot two finger guns at them trying to balance his drink in his free fingers and his cigarette in his lips.

"Plus the place doesn't allow machines"
[member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

With another step, another word spoken, another phrase uttered, and another thirst quenched but the flowing intoxicants that were readily available to the patrons of this very cantina, Kalous attempted to maintain his air of confidence in this den of thieves, murderers, and the far too innocuous leaches of beings that saw fit to occupy the same space as these villains that oozed nothing more than hate and greed. It wasn't until a man spoke to him, in passing, that Kalous had turned off his mental blinders to let in the true debauchery of the circumstance that he was now placed in.

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It took him only a moment for his instincts to kick in though, why was there an armored man inside the cantina? It was odd and he figured it wasn’t going to get any more normal from here. “Seems a bit warm to wear to a bar.” He joked as he turned around, hoping whatever trouble the Nautolan was here to cause could pass him by…though in his line or work and his life in general, that rarely happened.

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Hesitating to reply, Kalous simply brushed off the words that were targeted at him in jest, before considering the awkwardness of refusing to answer someone who was just trying to have a good time. Although Kalous was clad in armor from head to toe, he was still relatively inconspicuous from the normal sort of bounty hunters and pirates that made their rounds through this establishment in between jobs. If he wanted to maintain his element of surprise, Kalous knew he had to make an effort to blend in with the other rabble rousers that frequented this den of indulgence and promiscuity.

Attempting to place himself at ease, Kalous began to gesture at shrug toward [member="Barrett Haskins"]--who had turned away as he had passed--when his own subtle turn toward the man led to his eyes marking the group who had entered the main door behind him. Kalous was lucky that he had a masked helmet to disguise his mouth from the rest of the world or he would have to explain why his jaw was nearing the floor. The group who had walked in--consisting of [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Thraxis"], and [member="Cadan Tazi"]--was one that Kalous recognized immediately!

At light speed, Kalous' mind replayed the scene that had been left unfinished months ago. In this situation, however, Kalous was left with the worst hand in the galaxy--should he be recognized and targeted for his part in an ambush that he had been paid to undertake. Hard feelings would be a likely understatement if these three were to hold grudges like the majority of the criminal underworld did. This could be the unlucky break that would finally put an end to Kalous' brief, but eventful, career as a warrior-for-hire.

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“Though a word of advice, there’s a Nautolan in here who seems to be looking for trouble.” The Corellian took a drag off of his deathstick, blowing small circles into the air at Cadan Tazi andThraxis, finally stopping at Flannigan. “And you guys look like trouble.” Noting their obvious aura of general unsavoriness they exuded he figured they would respond somehow. He just hoped not violently. He playfully shot two finger guns at them trying to balance his drink in his free fingers and his cigarette in his lips.

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"You karking son of a wompa's illegitimate affair with a nerfherder," were the words that rang in Kalous' mind as he heard the man whom he had just, basically, ignored point the three that he was most hesitant of directly at him!

Kalous' heart began to beat a bit faster as his hands, slowly, guided themselves closer and closer to his waist--in case he needed to make a quick grab for his blasters. Now was the time when discretion was the better part of valor. And with said discretion, Kalous smoothly turned on his heel to try and lose himself deeper into the smoke and mirrors that were a staple of this establishment and its longing to hide those who needed to disappear. It wasn't fear, however, that guided Kalous' actions, but instead it was his longing to improve the odds in his favor so he could--at least--claim a bounty worth his own weight in credits.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

“Sir, I’m not going to join whatever cause you’re offering. I’m here to have a drink and talk business with my friends.” He gestured with his cigarette hand toward the table he came from. “I’m almost positive you can’t offer me more than they are.” He then motioned to the emblem. The Hutts were strong, but on Nar Shaddaa there were much stronger forces at play.

--

"You haven't even heard of what I'm offering, let alone sampled its contents." he said his respiratory system blowing out a breath of pale silvery smoke that danced above his head like halo, it stayed there for a second, and than another becoming translucent and insubstantial before finally vanishing. "You sure I couldn't, I'm high roller currently in space politics of the criminal kind, might fade in a year or so but for now I got," he paused letting the 'thump' 'thump' of the music play in the silence between words, filling his mechanical world before expressing with some showmanship "everything."

--

“Though a word of advice, there’s a Nautolan in here who seems to be looking for trouble.” The Corellian took a drag off of his deathstick, blowing small circles into the air at Cadan Tazi andThraxis, finally stopping at Flannigan. “And you guys look like trouble.” Noting their obvious aura of general unsavoriness they exuded he figured they would respond somehow. He just hoped not violently. He playfully shot two finger guns at them trying to balance his drink in his free fingers and his cigarette in his lips.

--

"Huh," it's what he would've sounded like if his vocal cord's weren't slag it was more a rough granite sound, like two rocks sliding over each other, it was sharp it was rough and when he turned to look for [member="Kalous Anson"], he was fastly disappearing into the crowd. "Now that's damn suspicious, you don't run from someone you don't want to be seen by, cause if you run they know damn well you've done something wrong. Ain't that right [member="Thraxis"], and [member="Cadan Tazi"], go check out the disappearing squid, I don't want to get knifed in the back when I'm not paying attention."

"Where were we, look I ain't offering cred for treeckle, I'm askin' for the latest news on Nar Shadda." he said turning to address [member="Barrett Haskins"], again.

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"Plus the place doesn't allow machines"

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'Ooh' it was the inner sound of word's passing through circuits and into grey matter, it wasn't a physical sound but all the same it had an impact. "Ain't no machine." he said adjusting his belt, a long sword hanging from it bedazzled in gem and gold alike, his form stretch up about another foot high straighten to his full height, the compact rectangular of his abdomen losing bulk and gaining in height until looming. "I'd like to see someone try to force me out. Friend."

[member="Kalous Anson"], [member="Barrett Haskins"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis looked quizzically to the captain, "Damnit.... I was hoping we could get some drinks..." he muttered to himself, his brow furrowing and his lips twisting as he looked to Cadan, "Well... lets go. Can't remember the last time we just had to go chasing after someone." he said as his hand rummaged through his hair, making it frazzled, his other hand dropped to his belt as he gripped one of his Twin Blasters, all the while his visor dropped. He pulled his trenchcoat of his body to reveal beneath it his full set of armor, passing it to the Bartender, "Here. Just hold onto this would ya?" he said as he started to walk off, he doubted the Bartender would oppose simply holding onto his coat.

He looked through the crowd, his visor removing the smoke from the sight quickly identified where the squid man had gone. Quickly he looked up and down the man, it seemed he was armed with a Blaster and not much more. Thraxis turned to Cadan, "All I am seeing on him is a Blaster. Do you really think we need to worry?" he inquired to Cadan, his eyebrow raised though it was a motion only Thraxis knew about.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Barrett Haskins"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Kalous Anson"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

"Hmm... well this certain was not what i was expecting..." Solan's hand touched the inner contents of his sleeve, his saber secured inside it to hide it but what he had come to fine was not what he was expecting. His body shrouded in one of the booths that had been hidden in the shadows and when he had first seen the Nautolan he had known that the place was going to be fun... then he saw three men he knew quite well. [member="Thraxis"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and force forgive [member="Cadan Tazi"]. It was a pain in the ass seeing three men with which he had on his death list at all. But all in the same place as the bar he had decided he was going to hit next was a karking jewel of a situation.​

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Then things went from bad to worse as the entire situation started to shift and he found himself groaning. "You have got to be kidding me... save the kid or... Fuck my life..." He started to stand and placed a few credits on the table for the drinks and as a tip before sliding out and letting the tip of his saber touch his hand. His other weapons touching his legs as he walked, consisting of the Zin Daisho blade set and a blaster pistol. His body was obscured by a coat and mask covering a set of light armor that he hoped would help to not restrict his movements. His body would be making for the door though his eyes looked through the mask at the ones who were still at the bar. His movements were cautious and controlled. He knew it would take one wrong move and then the site would no longer be a simple place but a battle ground.​

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All he needed was to just leave, and hope that once he was out of there the three would stay where they were.​

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan just caught a glimpse of [member="Kalous Anson"] but simply waved him away. This was a bar, people come and go as they please. Maybe he saw a Twi'lek that he fancied, come to think of it maybe Cadan should find one? "We is gonna drink Thraxis, no point followin' some squid who wants some Twi'leks."

Cadan ordered another two drinks, one for him and one for Thraxis, although as he did so, he saw a strange man leaving the bar. All was forgotten though as the bartended laid down two shots, in a flash Cadan had downed his now he waited for Thraxis.

"Aye boss! You want in on this?" Cadan looked to Flannigan, who seemed to be adjusting his sword...

"Make sure you put it on 'is tab." Cadan whispered to the bartender, before ordering another shot for himself. As the pirate drank, his hand slipped into his pocket and he produced a small bag of spice. The pirate though it over, maybe Flannigan would need him and Thraxis later to murder some poor fool who was making trouble. With a sigh the pirate shoved the pouch back into his pocket.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ash had entered with [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and and @Thraxis. She agreed that the group needed a drink. Drinking was about the only thing she was doing with the Jackals nowadays. Her activity had dropped significantly since Sempra's disappearance, but she tried to make the effort. When Thraxis broke away, she would follow him as he joined up with [member="Cadan Tazi"]. "I need a drink," she muttered to herself, before turning to the bartender, giving him her order. Like Cadan, she told him to put it on Flannigan's tab.

 

[Davin Jusik]

Djark entered Green Jack's Cantina with a quick predatory motion and glance. It'd been a little over a month since he'd gone AWOL from the Union following his little "expedition" with James Justice and pals, the thought of being a fugitive again gave him a case of the giggles. The former burglar finally felt free again, after years of indentured servitude for the state. The Misfits had been a fun distraction but ultimately only delayed his inevitable desertion. Offering a man a choice between prison or service wasn't exactly a way to instill any sort of loyalty. Ironically, the training they'd given him and the experiences gained within the TUASF had created a bit of a monster. Literally and metaphorically. For most of his service Djark had treated killing as a part of the job, something that just kinda happened, but of late a change had occurred.

It'd gotten fun.

Not like a night out on the town fun, but like a transcendental kinda fun.

The thought brought a smile to the man's face as he took a seat at the bar and ordered an ale.

Where would he go next? A contact of his had recommended Nar Shaddaa as a good starting place to gain a few creds until he could think of something better. The First Order boys seemed more likely to be amicable to his new disposition, so that had become an informal plan of sorts.

[member="Kalous Anson"][member="Ashalah Ky"][member="Cadan Tazi"][member="Solan Charr"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"][member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Barrett Haskins]

The smuggler listened as well as he could. He was eager to learn that the character in front of him had a certain amount of money. It was something any smart criminal made a note of. “I’ve had everything.” He laughed to himself, “Once or twice actually.” He recalled his exploits, though young he had seen more of the galaxy than some people twice his age. He stirred his whiskey with his finger before taking another drink.

The Nautolan played his hand when he ran. It was sort of Barrett’s fault that he was noticed, but if Barrett started feeling bad for every person he inadvertently had killed he wouldn’t have any time left to take a leak. It was certainly starting to sober him up to deal with these vagrants. It was no surprise when Flannigan started extending his torso and growing tall. “I certainly wouldn’t wanna cross your wires.”

“Now about the galaxy…” he took another sip of his cocktail, draining the rest of its contents. “I hear there’s better whiskey coming out of Corellia again after the planet…fell apart.” He looked at Flannigan and then at the bar, noticing the chase of the Nautolan had been abandoned for the pursuit of refreshments. “How about we go test that theory?” Haskins hadn’t forgotten his business deal, but he figured it would give them a little more time to decide, let them dangle a little bit.

Kalous AnsonAshalah KyCadan TaziSolan Charr Thraxis Flannigan Mcnash [member="Djark Slove"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

The loud, thunderous, bouncing of the bass drowned out anything that could have been heard by Kalous between the group of cartel members. He wished that he could've had the advantage of hearing what they had said to one another as he made his own retreat onto the dance floor--bumping the occasional dancer as he received dirty looks in return. This type of establishment wasn't exactly something that Kalous was known to frequent and his lack of comfortability was obviously hampering his goal.

Regardless of the circumstances that he now had to face, Kalous knew he had to remain focused on his task at hand. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get through the armored door in the back--most likely where his target was located--and he knew he couldn't leave the establishment without some sort of confrontation. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place and he knew he would have to figure out how he could maneuver one way or the other. Afterall, how much is a bounty worth to a dead man?

Pushing the thoughts of immanant death and destruction aside; shooting his way into the backroom was always an option--although it was far too risky to be viable in these circumstances. While pondering the alternatives, however, Kalous became distracted enough to lower his head for a moment and run into a mammoth of a woman. Embarrassment would've struck Kalous the hardest if it wasn't for his shock and awe at the pure mass of the woman--at least he assumed--that now jiggled in front of him like a wall of gelatin that had just been poked.

This woman was a bright red Togruta that must have weighed over 300 pounds! Her limbs seemed small accessories to her exceedingly rounded body. It was if a tomato had been expanded to the size of a small speeder and given a two arms, two legs, and a head! The mere ability for her to remain standing, and actually send the muscular Nautolan a step or two backward, was a testament to her sheer mass. It was a wonder that this woman could walk--let alone occupy this much space on a dance floor.

"Hey! Watch where you're going you karking squid," shouted the woman in a tone that could only be described as poisonous.

It also just so happened that she was flanked by a pair of identically toned Togrutan males that were, easily half the size of their female counterpart. These two men, however, were of the sort that seemed to be employed by the crime lord in the back of the building--and had the muscle to prove it. These men weren't entirely frail but they were slender enough that nobody would confuse them as actual soldiers--instead they were more than likely low level thugs.

"You've messed with the wrong lady, green boy," sneered one of the males as Kalous confirmed that they were twins as they stepped in between Kalous and the mammoth woman.

"That's our sister and we're about to make you our little b!#@h," retorted the other male.

"If we must," replied Kalous with a heavy sigh--as there was little choice left in the matter--as he raised his hands up in a fighting posture before rolling his wrists and uncurling his fingers in a mocking shrug. He knew that he was in for an ounce and so he figured that he might as well be in for the whole pound... or 300. "Just don't let her eat me if you win!"

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Djark Slove"] [member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Kalous Anson"]

Solan's eyes ran away from the hutt scum and toward the Nautolan once more that was now out in the middle of the crowd. Great, the kid escapes one damned fight just to get into another one... who ever this one is he is the single worst hunter hes ever seen. That much had been a guess though considering how the kid had been acting up until this point and he was making Solan severely question that guess now with this fight.

Walking towards it slowly, his hand pushed the saber back into his sleeve as he walked. He would not need the saber staff for now and what more concerned him was the scene infront of him. So as he came up behind the Nautolan he looked around him at the two twins and the mammoth woman before sighing and shaking his head. His hand tapped Kalous on the shoulder, lightly trying to turn him and have him step off to the side so that he could get a closer look.

The two Togruta were... laughable. Sure they were intimidating but it was obvious that they had never truly been in a fight. "How about, we all go back to our lives before i have to carve up you two with these pretty little blades at my waist?" He spoke through the mask, emotionless and bored as if he did it often enough for it not to even phase him at this point. And to tell the truth it probably wouldn't if he actually had the intention to kill them. All he had was the wanting to burn the actual criminals to ash and be done with this place. His masked and hooded head turned to the Nautolan then and just stared, leaving the Togruta to strike or to walk away. Hopefully the second.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis turned back to Cadan and Ashalah, "Yeah... I kinda agree." he said with a smug smile underneath his visor. He started to walk to a table, assuming the two were behind him, though took a second look back to see a fight had started between a Squid and some twin-tails. An interesting fight to say the least, he turned once more to the two, "So who do you think is gonna win? I think the one with the most tails on their head will win this fight." He said with a malevolent grin, licking his lips he adjusted his hands to the handle of the blaster, and the fingers were just an inch away from releasing a torrent of blasters throughout the tavern.

Quickly he moved over to the captain, his eyes remaining fixed on the Quid, the Torguta and the new entree into what he was hoping he could turn into an all out battle royal. "Captain, stay at the ready. It seems a fight is gonna break out soon." he muttered as he looked to the mammoth and her possy of peeps.

Thraxis move back to a table and started to concentrate, his mind flailing about a ball of hatred and rage. It was not the force, it was not magic, it was his Zeltron blood kicking into high gear. He never really used it, though he felt that since the captain wanted a fight and Cadan wanted a drink, he could at least spark some entertainment. After a few seconds of concentration he projected the emotions onto the mammoth, filling her mind with rage and hate. Something he was sure would start an all out brawl, hopefully a simple fist-fight though these things tend to spiral out of control faster then Thraxis can ever foresee.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Djark Slove"]
[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Kalous Anson"] [member="Barrett Haskins"]

 

[Ashalah Ky]

Ash would follow [member="Thraxis"], her brows lifting with interest when she took in the sight in front of her. Thraxis put his money on the Quid, but Ash didn't think so. Holding her drink on one hand, she rested the other on Thraxis' shoulder, slightly using him to support some of her weight. "I don't know," she argued as she took a sip of the rum. "My money's on the brothers." It wasn't just a biased matter of loyalty for race. It was two to one, so unless that Quid had some wicked tricks up his sleeve, he had the disadvantage.

"Cadan, what do you think?" She turned to [member="Cadan Tazi"] as Thraxis moved towards the Captain, removing her arm from his shoulder. Thraxis would head over, but Ash would wait a bit to get Cadan's answer before following herself, gesturing for the Duros to come with.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan finished sucking what ever liquid he could from the glass. Also make the most of your money, didn't want an establishment like this stealing all his credits. The pirate looked to his Thraxis and followed to the table, although he didn't go with them to warn Flannigan, instead he just sat down, his robotic fingers dancing around the hilt of his DL-18. He could feel the blood dancing underneath his armour, no matter how much drugs he would take nothing could be the feeling of a fight. Cadan subconsiosly licked his lips at the thought.

"Five 'undred credits." Cadan let his sentence run out, creating a sort of anticipation. Something he must have learnt from the over dramatic Flannigan. He then stood up from the table and moved towards the fight. "On me."

As soon as he finished his sentence Cadan pushed through the crowds heading towards the fight. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins it was pure bliss to him. The pirate clenched his robotic fist and swung it full force and one of the brothers. If anyone were to get in the way they would become the target of the attack.

[member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Kalous Anson"] [member="Barrett Haskins"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Kalous Anson]

Getting back on track--after a brief interruption of events--Kalous was overcome by a perplexing series of movements and quotations that had decided to impress upon themselves the responsibility to handle the mess that--as things would seem--Kalous had gotten himself into. Kalous had no qualms in allowing [member="Solan Charr"] to handle the low-level thugs that had attempted to strike up a fight in the middle of this ballroom. That was until things had decided to take a turn for the uncanny as the beefy woman began to huff, and puff, and act like she was about the blow the whole bar down with a flatulent episode which may, or may not, have included a coronary episode. This strange act was enough to set Kalous on edge as he decided to slowly back away--after returning Solan's attention and lowing his own fists back to his sides in hopes of a stealthy solution.

This solution happened to disintegrate as fast as it came as [member="Cadan Tazi"] charged forward--his mechanical fist leading his emergence into the foray--into a punch that could only be labeled as a 'sucker' right into the chin of the Togruta that was standing to the right of the large female. Simultaneously, however, the excessively massive female Togruta had decided to charge at Kalous--attempting to barrel through Solan--to the Togruta on her left's own dismay as the situation around the dancefloor unraveled. This maniacal series had turned the pulsating dance music into a soundtrack fit for a holofilm during some zany action sequence where one person would end up, miraculously, undamaged from a raucous brawl that would lead the others with little more than their lives still intact!

Receiving the punch from Cadan, the first of the Togruta males was instantly knocked unconscious and fell, limp, to the floor. His mody maneuvered like a noodle as he swayed back and forth before plopping on the ground to the chagrin on his brother--whom verily reached for the blaster that he had holstered on his left hip. With a quick draw he would attempt to fire a shot at Cadan with a rather generic blaster pistol--the sound alone sending the rest of the club into a frenzy with various wheelers and dealers reaching for their own sidearms and aiming wildly into the crowd for their own protection.

Returning to the extraordinary female Togruta, should her barreling charge manage to pass through--or around--Solan, Kalous would have to react quickly. His own hands were reaching down to his hips to unholster his bluebolt blasters as the sound of the blaster shot would ring through the air--its target unknown to Kalous as the door that he was originally targeting slid open to reveal a cadre of scoundrels with their blaster rifles, and pistols alike, raised and ready to fire at anyone who would seem a threat to the safety of their club.

"Poodoo," Kalous said in the most uniform tone that he could muster.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Djark Slove"] [member="Barrett Haskins"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Ashalah Ky"]

Spoiler: OOC

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