Private Crazy Nights

[Hilal Vizsla]

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The only good thing about the Jedi was that they at least were decent at clearing out all of the bullchit that was cluttered in planets like Nar Shadda. Hilal lost count on how many times she ran into idiots who tried to rip her off in contracts, the Silvers adhere to the rules of the Bounty Hunter's Guild and make sure that the contracts were handled fairly. That was the nicest thing that Hilal was willing to say about the Jedi, they were still scum who often thought they had they had the high ground. The young woman entered the bar looking at the busy patrons, she needed to make more contacts if she wanted to have contracts falling to her like ripened fruit.

"DVA," Hilal pressed her mouth against her watch. DVA was in the ship busy with maintenance, Hilal can take care of herself besides her armor isn't too far from where she's at. "I want you to run a scan of possible offers on Nar Shadda, I know your scan has come up empty an hour ago but you know how things can quickly change in this profession."

DVA gave a hearty beep before she sat down next to a large Gamorrean. "Hey buddy," Hilal muttered. "Can ya gimme some space please, I need to conduct some business with the bartender."

Urgot Snirrt

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

Another day, another night spent getting positively hammered at the nearest local cantina. Urgot had learned early in his career to avoid taking night shifts, since the watering holes on most worlds were a buzz of mercenaries, criminals, and other shady characters who were either looking for a fight, or looking for someone to fight for them, and either suited the Gamorrean just fine. If nothing else, they served stronger drinks and bigger meals than the misers he generally worked for, so that was a plus as well. In fact, he'd put down two bottles and a plate of fried nuna when the strangest stranger he'd ever met sat down next to him.

It was a small human dressed in more bright colors than a Holonet candy ad, asking him to move so she could talk to the bartender. She stood out hard against the background of seedy thugs in dark colors and body armor, many of whom were either directly or indirectly starring at her. Now, Urgot was too curious not to help the girl out at this point, but he'd worked a nice sitting groove into his stool over the last hour or so, and he wasn't ready to give that up just yet. So instead he nodded, wiped his snout on the back of his arm, and reached a large, greasy hand over the counter to tug on the shirt of the Klatooinian bartender.

"She wants to talk to you." He squealed, his shirt-pinned translator giving a message in Basic.

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

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"Hey you! You got any contracts available?" Hilal rapidly tapped the male Twileak bartender shoulder while he was busy wiping a dirty cup with his rag. "Kid," he muttered under his breath. "I take it you didn't read the sign outside, no one under 18 is allowed in."

"Hey!" Hilal huffed. "I'm a Mandalorian! In my culture that means I'm considered an adult! Furthermore, how the fuck can you apply that logic to the other species like The Devlikk?! At two years old, they're considered adults! Your little restrictions for everyone are pretty vague pal!"

"Don't make me get security over here," the Bartender grumbled. "I'm trying to finish my work."

"All I want," Hilal growled. "Is to know what contracts-"

She was cut off by the Blaster sounds, a Duro came out of nowhere and began to litter a Wookie with blaster bolts. Hilal screamed and immediately jumped out from her chair frantically crawling on her stomach like Serpent. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Hilal reached into her jacket pocket pulling out her Blaster Pistol trying to understand what was going on.

The Wookie was barely affected by the blasts, was he wearing Beskar armor? No, It couldn't be it was probably reinforced Durasteel armor it could have that same affect as Beskar though the metal will be very heavy. "Well heavy to a regular person," Hilal thought clutching tightly on her pistol.

With one giant swipe, the Wookie smashed the Duro. Hilal's mouth opened watching the Duro flying across the room and crashing against the tables. Soon the place began one giant brawl with fists colliding against flesh and the sounds blaster fire filled the area. "Oh chit," Hilal quickly squirmed out from the table trying to remain inconspicuous but there was a Ithor who was charging towards like a rabid animal.

Urgot Snirrt

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

With the matter of getting the bartender's attention settled, Urgot went back to trying to suck the marrow out of a nuna leg, a delicate yet sloppy process, when the small human interrupted his meal with a lot of swearing. While her ability to curse was impressive, Urgot didn't appreciate the idea of security being involved, and couldn't have cared less about the more philosophical parts of her argument. He was actually preparing to make the firl stand down when someone opened up with a blaster behind him, and he turned around just in time to see a massive Wookiee throwing a scrawny Duros across the cantina like a rag doll.

As was expected, the Duros landed on the table of a group of local gangsters, who started to move in on the Wookiee, then some people got up and moved around the Wookiee, then the Duros' friends got up to see if he was still alive, and the entire cantina descended into a brawl. Perfect, Urgot was starting to worry his evening was going to be ruined.

Even without his armor or his beloved Mufka, Urgot had no problem diving into the fray armed with nothing but his fists. An Ithorian came barrelling toward him, frothing at the mouths and waving a broken bottle like a vibroblade. Urgot shifted into his path, grabbed the worm-head by his face, hoisted him off the ground, and put him through the nearest table as hard as possible.

"Bring me another, weaklings!" He howled with glee.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

The Ithorian was shoved by the large Gameorean the same Gameoriean whom Hilal insulted earlier. A pang of guilt came over Hilal as the fighting continued to rage around them. Bottles being thrown, bodies being tossed aside and the fucking Ithorian who tried to attack Hilal got up and rushed towards her again. The young woman growled holding her pistol close, these idiots really need to know when to stay down.

"Fuck off blowhard!" Hilal fired a several three burst rounds penetrating his kneecap and then his chest. He collapsed on the floor writhing in pain while Hilal stepped over his mangled body. "nerf herder," Hilal spat on his eye before turning to the Gammoreian.

"Hey," Hilal whispered. "Who the hell was that guy you just shoved aside?!"

Potential bounty? Perhaps, but Hilal needed more information before proceeding.

Urgot Snirrt

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

With the Ithorian down, Urgot turned to the nearest target, a different Duros who was charging in with a table knife, whom he caught by the arms and smashed in the face with his own horned head. The sweet crunch of face against bone and the smell of fresh blood brought a smile to Urgot's face, and he refused to let the Duros escape, instead laying into him with two more skull-to-skull impacts. He was so busy slamming his head against his unfortunate victim, in fact, that he missed the Ithorian getting back up behind him. His energetic face-ruining was thankfully cut short when he heard a quick flurry of blaster shots behind him, and saw the human girl had put down the worm-head with three precise shots. Impressive.

"I don't know who any of these people are, I just know I can hit them!" Urgot replied proudly. These were mostly local gangsters, unlikely to have a larger galactic bounty, but cleaning up this trash might be worth something to the Hutts looking to ensure control of the area.

However, credits were the last thing on Urgot's mind, as drawing and lethally firing a blaster had turned the little riot from a brawl to a blaster fight, as anyone with a weapon started drawing and anyone without one found cover. Urgot, for his part, did not have a blaster on hand, just the breastplate under his leather vest. He hadn't even brought his beloved Mufka, not expecting a fight this vicious to break out. Without a weapon, he was forced to hoist his massive body over the bar counter to find cover, cursing himself for being caught unarmed in such a spectacular fight.

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

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The entire Cantina was still embroiled in a brawl, punches were thrown, curses were uttered, and bodies were thrown around. Hilal gripped her blaster pistol really wishing that she had her armor. Looks like she'll have to learn chit the hard way huh? It was always like that. "Oh," Hilal said keeping her mouth shut she really didn't want to face an angry Gamorean. A fucking Ithroan who charged recklessly at her, he can go and die.

Hilal took a brief look at the mouthless alien who was writhing in pain. Looks like he was in the process of doing just that. "I'm a Bounty Hunter. Hilal of clan Vizsla." Hilal answered flinching at the royal rumble behind her. The Bartender was far gone probably running back home pissing in his pants, good riddance to that piece of chit.

"Looking for contracts is tough especially when you're just starting out." Hilal sighed shaking her head. "I was actually hoping if you found any contracts, you look like the type that knows what he's doing."

A human sored through the air flung by a Talz crashing onto the table. Hilal screamed and ducked as he rolled off of it unconscious. "Fuck," Hilal muttered. "This night can't any worse now can it?"

Urgot Snirrt

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

Clans? Weren't those for Mandalorians? This human didn't look or act much like the Mandalorians Urgot met, but usually when he met Mandalorians he was trying to hit them with a blunt object, maybe they were all like this when off-duty...

"Urgot of the Snirrt Clan." He replied, rummaging through the counters for the strongest bottle of alcohol he could find. "I just hit things, but I know people that might want people hunted. We can talk business after the fight."

As some poor, unfortunate human was thrown over the counter, leading in a heap of broken glass and broken bones, Urgot nonchalantly found what he was looking for, a bottle of Garrmorl. Wookiee bone-ale, strong stuff, hard enough to get a proper pre-fight buzz going, as per Gamorrean tradition. He was more than halfway through a chug when he heard Hilal talk about how the evening was ruined, and he nearly spit up his ale.

"Worse? This is an opportunity, Hilal Vizsla!" He barked. "You want to be a warrior, act like one! Warriors fight! Anyone who lives will say what they saw you do!"

It was a simple axiom: fight well and people will hear about it, a creed that Urgot lived by. So, surrounded by the crush and chaos of a deadly bar-brawl, where others saw death, he saw glorious opportunity. Taking bottles in hand like weapons, Urgot vaulted the counter and dove into the nearest melee with the Snirrt battle-cry on his snout: "Fight me and See!"

Hilal Vizsla

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

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The fight continued to rage on people continuing to trade punches while Hilal stood in the middle grabbing her pistol her eyes shifting around for anyone who wanted to have a piece of her. "All I wanted was to do was to look for a job!" Hilal whined while firing a warning shot at a Duro who was about to throw a bottle of Grog at her face.

The Duro jumped dropping his bottle as he scurried away from Hilal. "Well let's carve a path out of this dump!" Hilal shouted. "I don't wanna drown in this sea of brutes!"

The young woman went behind Urgot annoyed that the Ithror was moaning loudly in pain. "Shut the fuck up!" Hilal yelled at the Ithor. "Either die or pass out already! You should've thought of that before you tried to kill me!"

She looked up at Urgot. "Come on let's go!" She said. "I'm not sticking around to get killed."

Without her armor, Hilal was naked she felt tempted to summon it right now especially if Urgot is addicted to fighting. "Oh fuck me." Hilal moaned. "Come on Pig! Let's go!" Hilal kicked him in the shin hoping that he could help.

Urgot Snirrt

 

[Urgot Snirrt]

"No whining, warriors don't whine!" Urgot shouted over the chaos, before a large, hairy fist clocked him in the jaw. The Talz was apparently done smacking the smaller lifeforms around and was looking for bigger game, and Urgot was happy to oblige. As Hilal blasted through anyone that tried to get close, Urgot wiped the blood from his snout and swung wide at the Talz, catching him in the face before tackling the furball to the ground.

He was smaller, but heavier, and that made pinning the shaggy brute to the floor and pummeling his four-eyed face that much easier. He actually lost himself in the frantic violence of the moment until Hilal kicked him and he spun around with a fist cocked back, expecting a fight. But no, it was just Hilal, looking scared and nervous and like she really didn't want to be here right now. Urgot, curse his bleeding heart, decided it was time for the party to be over.

"Fine, we're leaving." He grumbled as he stood off the stunned Talz and headed for the door. But he wasn't ready to completely set his fists aside, so as they were making for the exit, he made sure to completely clock an Arcona standing near the door, leaving the poor man unconscious in his wake.

Hilal Vizsla