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Gimme a Circe Green Ale (open for whatever)
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Laura Na'Varro
Giver of Crisp High Fives
See [member="Aedan Miles"] move over towards the indicated Jedi and his friend, Rickon knew that now was the time. The big Mando left his basically untouched tankard of Circe Green where it was, setting his blaster pistol to stun under the table before rising and reaching his hand into the inside of his jacket. Left hand switched on one of the grenades and began "cooking it". After a few seconds, the timer would set the grenade would go off instantly. That was his big, grand plan. Seeing Miles take a seat, Rickon approached the table from behind. Catching [member="Tracyn Ordo"]'s watchful eye, he winked and his right hand was brought up... for right now, his target wasn't him or the indicated Jedi. It was Miles himself. Perhaps the man's former pirate ways had caught up with him? Reaching the table, Ordo removed his right finger from his list and produced his blaster, putting it to the back of Miles' head.
"G'day, vod. Looks like time has finally caught up with you." Looking over at [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], the Mando shrugged. "Pirates, eh? Always in trouble."
Smiling disarmingly, the Mando smoothly removed the grenade as the timer went off as it passed next to Miles' head ... yes, it was a Forcebreaker. The gas, yes, that gas that cut Forcers off from the Force, spread out over their table quickly. Meanwhile his blaster pistol in his right hand, set to stun, came up from behind Miles' head in one swift motion and fired once for Tracyn Ordo, and a second time for Joshua DragonsFlame. At close range, an experienced older hand like Rickon was unlikely to miss.
A lot could happen in half a second. Rickon didn't care why the Jedi was here or what he had planned to do, but 20 million was a lot of credits, and this bar was full of Mandos. Maybe the ex-Grandmaster could have chosen a nicer, friendlier place for a drink.
"G'day, vod. Looks like time has finally caught up with you." Looking over at [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], the Mando shrugged. "Pirates, eh? Always in trouble."
Smiling disarmingly, the Mando smoothly removed the grenade as the timer went off as it passed next to Miles' head ... yes, it was a Forcebreaker. The gas, yes, that gas that cut Forcers off from the Force, spread out over their table quickly. Meanwhile his blaster pistol in his right hand, set to stun, came up from behind Miles' head in one swift motion and fired once for Tracyn Ordo, and a second time for Joshua DragonsFlame. At close range, an experienced older hand like Rickon was unlikely to miss.
A lot could happen in half a second. Rickon didn't care why the Jedi was here or what he had planned to do, but 20 million was a lot of credits, and this bar was full of Mandos. Maybe the ex-Grandmaster could have chosen a nicer, friendlier place for a drink.
Aedan Miles
Pirate King
Aedan had been going to leave that was until he felt a pistol against his head and the young man stiffened muttering darkly to himself that was until the force breaker grenade came into view and his eyes widened as he dove to the side quickly drawing his own pistols as he turned in the dive looking back to see that the man was no longer pointing his weapon at him but at Joshua Dragonsflame he moved so that his two pistols still set to stun were leveled at [member="Tracyn Ordo"] as he fell onto the ground he grunted in pain as he kept himself still his weapons pointed still at Ordo as he tried to figure this all out.
Nyxie
【夢狐】
Forcebreakers were old news, primitive technology. Ashe had seen and dealt with them before. Without so much as lifting a hand, a thin sheen of deep aquamarine fire that seemed more like an incorporeal liquid covered over her lips and nose, able to burn away the compounds that made it 'tick' into baser elements if they came her way, while leaving her slightly fire retardant skin untouched. Beyond that, she simply turned the stool around, leaned back and rested her hands in her lap as the show began. Would she help the Mandolorians? Should she help the Jedi? In the mean time, she'd do nothing but watch their petty squabbles and backlashes.
Herpaderp, I forgot Ruferalahuin have a near-immunity to toxins anyways.... Well, this was pointless.
Blessed are the peacemakers
[member="Rickon Ordo"] should have tried to shoot Tracyn when he didn't wink at him. He also should have used something other than a forcebreaker. For most of his combat experience, Tracyn had not relied on the force to aid him. He didn't need it, however. He felt the effects as the grenade went off as soon as it left Rickon's hand, which, made it already activated when it hit the table, however, Tracyn did not need to see it - he felt it as soon as the gas left the canister. It was an indescribable feeling, being momentarily cut off from the force. There were others in the room that would feel the same effect, notably [member="Mia Monroe"] and [member="Aedan Miles"] as well. Tracyn cringed, and then, he finally saw it.
Tracyn was a big man, but he was also fast, and this was a situation. Breath control. He was very good at it. He took in a deep breath, and then turned to face the man. The toxin weakened him in the force, but it did not cut him off from it. Not that he needed it. One hand went for the table, and the other, for the back of the booth. Tracyn used his immense strength to move the table in the direction of the stun bolt, letting the blue haze fall against the table. The forcebreaker fell to the floor, still spelling out the gas. He wondered if Josh ever regretted not learning the breath control ability now. Tracyn moved out of the booth like a squirrel, before climbing up to his feet. Taking up the Teras Kasi stance, Tracyn sent an explosive, rib crunching kick for the abdomen of Rickon.
"Low life beroya...Don't you know who this man is? Who I am? And you decided to attack us, in the middle of a bar, on a nice day..."Tracyn followed through the kick by stepping inwards, and went to slam the back of his hand across his face, using the momentum of the kick as a fulcrum to pivot on his heel.
Tracyn was a big man, but he was also fast, and this was a situation. Breath control. He was very good at it. He took in a deep breath, and then turned to face the man. The toxin weakened him in the force, but it did not cut him off from it. Not that he needed it. One hand went for the table, and the other, for the back of the booth. Tracyn used his immense strength to move the table in the direction of the stun bolt, letting the blue haze fall against the table. The forcebreaker fell to the floor, still spelling out the gas. He wondered if Josh ever regretted not learning the breath control ability now. Tracyn moved out of the booth like a squirrel, before climbing up to his feet. Taking up the Teras Kasi stance, Tracyn sent an explosive, rib crunching kick for the abdomen of Rickon.
"Low life beroya...Don't you know who this man is? Who I am? And you decided to attack us, in the middle of a bar, on a nice day..."Tracyn followed through the kick by stepping inwards, and went to slam the back of his hand across his face, using the momentum of the kick as a fulcrum to pivot on his heel.
Nolan Detta
Retired
(OOC-thanks for straight up ignoring the post I made about fighting in the bar. Now here come the consequences.)
Nolan had had enough. He was finished with this gathering. He swept up behind the loud mouthed mando and put his Kath Hound at the base of his head.
"Make one more move and it will be your last. I just got done telling EVERYONE that no weapons were allowed, AND if you were gonna start crap, TAKE IT OUTSIDE. I am finished playing nice guy. My brother [member="Kable Detta"] and I opened our bar to you and you misused our hospitality. Now DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET OUT OF MY BAR. IF I SEE YOU AGAIN OR YOU TRY ANYTHING FUNNY NOW I WILL POP YOUR HEAD LIKE A GRAPE WITH MY HOUND HERE. ARE WE CLEAR 'VOD'?"
[member="Rickon Ordo"]
Nolan had had enough. He was finished with this gathering. He swept up behind the loud mouthed mando and put his Kath Hound at the base of his head.
"Make one more move and it will be your last. I just got done telling EVERYONE that no weapons were allowed, AND if you were gonna start crap, TAKE IT OUTSIDE. I am finished playing nice guy. My brother [member="Kable Detta"] and I opened our bar to you and you misused our hospitality. Now DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET OUT OF MY BAR. IF I SEE YOU AGAIN OR YOU TRY ANYTHING FUNNY NOW I WILL POP YOUR HEAD LIKE A GRAPE WITH MY HOUND HERE. ARE WE CLEAR 'VOD'?"
[member="Rickon Ordo"]
I waltzed into the bar, weary from a joint operation with Mando forces. We'd been doing some combined specforce stuff. Top secret. Can't tell.
Anyway, I was wearin' my shiny-new TCA gear in all its phrik awesomeness. I had a Gorgon web rifle slung on my back, a concussion pistol in one thigh holster and a Czerka Arms 9mil in the other. I was intent on gettin' some alcohol in me, because quite frankly I was exhausted. I started to pull off my helmet, then abruptly pulled it back on as I saw fumes and fire all over the place, along with drawn weapons. I grunted and unclipped a class-C thermal detonator from my battle, thumb on the activation switch. The thing was practically a mini-nuke. A fist-sized bundle of bar-be-gone.
"Hey," I growled, "Cool off, all of you, or the bar goes bye-bye."
[member="Rickon Ordo"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
Anyway, I was wearin' my shiny-new TCA gear in all its phrik awesomeness. I had a Gorgon web rifle slung on my back, a concussion pistol in one thigh holster and a Czerka Arms 9mil in the other. I was intent on gettin' some alcohol in me, because quite frankly I was exhausted. I started to pull off my helmet, then abruptly pulled it back on as I saw fumes and fire all over the place, along with drawn weapons. I grunted and unclipped a class-C thermal detonator from my battle, thumb on the activation switch. The thing was practically a mini-nuke. A fist-sized bundle of bar-be-gone.
"Hey," I growled, "Cool off, all of you, or the bar goes bye-bye."
[member="Rickon Ordo"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
The Mentor
Luckily, Josh didn't need the Force to fight. But he did need to learn Breath Control eventually... Perhaps he would ask Tracyn when this was all over.
As soon as Josh had seen the wink, he knew it was coming. The man had thrown a force breaker and Tracyn had sprung into action, as had he... Josh's first order of business was getting away from the haze, which he did after the table had blocked the stun bolts.
Before Josh could draw his blade however, the bar's owner intervened. Josh's hand hovered at his lightsaber, just watching... Waiting.... If either of the two hooligans tried to go at him or Tracyn again, he would attack without hesitation...
@Nolan Detta
[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
[member="Rickon Ordo"]
As soon as Josh had seen the wink, he knew it was coming. The man had thrown a force breaker and Tracyn had sprung into action, as had he... Josh's first order of business was getting away from the haze, which he did after the table had blocked the stun bolts.
Before Josh could draw his blade however, the bar's owner intervened. Josh's hand hovered at his lightsaber, just watching... Waiting.... If either of the two hooligans tried to go at him or Tracyn again, he would attack without hesitation...
@Nolan Detta
[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
[member="Rickon Ordo"]
Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Shimmra walked to the bar and sat down beside a human female.
'Ugh humans are so gross.' It thought.
The huge 7'2" vong warmaster took off his breather mask and ordered a Circe Green ale. As they poured the liquid he checkex the plasma eels on his waist that sat beside his amphistaff.
'Mandalore isn't as bad as Dredge said it would be.' He thought as he took his drink. He spread his mandible like mouth parts and poured the ale down his grotesque gullet. 'I may stay.'
Shimmra walked to the bar and sat down beside a human female.
'Ugh humans are so gross.' It thought.
The huge 7'2" vong warmaster took off his breather mask and ordered a Circe Green ale. As they poured the liquid he checkex the plasma eels on his waist that sat beside his amphistaff.
'Mandalore isn't as bad as Dredge said it would be.' He thought as he took his drink. He spread his mandible like mouth parts and poured the ale down his grotesque gullet. 'I may stay.'
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
There was ixetal cilona in the air, but breath control was a thing. There was a thermal detonator at the door, but there stood a man with a plan. There was a Vong at the bar with plasma eels at his belt, but she was fairly sure she could whirlwind them through the roof of this excellent establishment if things got stupid.
But this was par for the course in a Mando bar. So she nursed her Circe Green and focused on precog, just in case. The swordbreaker slipped back into its sheath by her hip.
But this was par for the course in a Mando bar. So she nursed her Circe Green and focused on precog, just in case. The swordbreaker slipped back into its sheath by her hip.
More Tea?
Well, it wasn't just pretty-boy. There was testosterone errywheres. She'd gotten intentionally slow with her whisky, sometimes outright ignoring it, in favour of watching the events unfold - one of the few that wasn't shouting in one face or another, or threatening to blow heads off.
Selinica Miriya took another small sip from her glass, and considered that she just might have to clock someone over the head, or worse. Things like this had the habit of involving people, whether they wished to be involved or not.
Definitely a popcorn night. Without question.
Selinica Miriya took another small sip from her glass, and considered that she just might have to clock someone over the head, or worse. Things like this had the habit of involving people, whether they wished to be involved or not.
Definitely a popcorn night. Without question.
Aedan Miles
Pirate King
Aedan Miles pushed himself to his feet coughing lightly as he looked around and then shrugged shoving his pistols intot heir holsters as he made his way over to the bar dropping into a seat a few seats away from [member="Rave Merrill"] his helmet discarded somewhere until with a quick call a Mandalorian tossed it to him he caught it and nodded in thanks to the person as he set it on the bar and sighed.
Laura Na'Varro
Giver of Crisp High Fives
What Rickon saw next blew his fething mind. Despite his Forcebreaker initiative coming off seamlessly, he saw two pretty much unaffected Jedi and somehow perfectly placed table block both stun bolts ... well, perfectly. Miracles were happening. And it blew his fething mind. He was so surprised, that he even let [member="Tracyn Ordo"] get the drop on him. Barely. Rickon was an old pro, and he knew how to throw down. Taking the explosive kick square on the side of his abdomen, the man grunted with pain as the shin smashed into him and caught the kick out of reflex. Holding onto Tracyn's leg, he effectively had control of the man's balance. Balance and the shifting of weight was so, so important in a fight. The man who controlled that controlled the flow of the engagement. This made Tracyn's follow up less of a backhanded blow and more of heavy slap ... Rickon took it and grinned. He didn't talk when he fought, that was for amateurs. Rickon too was a life-long martial artist, and he was in the zone. Out here, with no rules and no ref to call the fight off, throwing kicks that weren't knockout blows was a bad, bad idea. Keep it simple, stupid, was Rickon's catchphrase.
This chain of events led to a simple, single-leg takedown. Stepping forward on his left foot, Rickon pivoted his hips and jerked Tracyn's leg viciously away from the other one, a foolproof way of getting just about anyone to the floor and under you. Ordo knew positional jiu-jitsu very, very well, and thus knew how to hold a man down and beat the piss out of him.
That was when [member="Nolan Detta "]put a blaster to his head. The young man should have stepped a couple of metres back in his opinion ... Rickon could have taught him that under better circumstances. Releasing Tracyn, the big Mando got back up with his hands raised, and was just about to take advantage of the younger lad's slip up when.
Another guy with a thermal det. That thing could blow up the bar ... Ordo decided not to escalate things further. Now would be a good time to get the feth out of here, actually. He still wanted his twenty mil, but he wasn't going to die to get it.
[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
This chain of events led to a simple, single-leg takedown. Stepping forward on his left foot, Rickon pivoted his hips and jerked Tracyn's leg viciously away from the other one, a foolproof way of getting just about anyone to the floor and under you. Ordo knew positional jiu-jitsu very, very well, and thus knew how to hold a man down and beat the piss out of him.
That was when [member="Nolan Detta "]put a blaster to his head. The young man should have stepped a couple of metres back in his opinion ... Rickon could have taught him that under better circumstances. Releasing Tracyn, the big Mando got back up with his hands raised, and was just about to take advantage of the younger lad's slip up when.
Another guy with a thermal det. That thing could blow up the bar ... Ordo decided not to escalate things further. Now would be a good time to get the feth out of here, actually. He still wanted his twenty mil, but he wasn't going to die to get it.
[member="Dak Canton"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
Kable Detta
Character
Kable had jumped behind the bar to help with the rush. pints were flying to tables faster than he could pour them. Circe Green Ale was a hit and would go galactic in no time.
But first, he needed to take care of the disturbance in his bar. He drew the light repeater that he had fastened to the underside of the bar top and climbed up and stood on the bar. With a few winks and blinks, he tied his helmet com into the wireless signal of the building surround system.
His voice bellowed through the speakers as he spoke.
"ENOUGH! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD DAY. tHE DAY WHERE MY BROTHER AND I COULD COME OUT FROM BEHIND THE TRAGEDY THAT TOOK OUR FAMILIES DURING THE SITH INVASION.
MANY OF YOU LOST LOVED ONES THAT DAY. NOLAN AND I, WE LOST EVERYONE! AND SO HERE WE ARE TODAY, REVIVING OUR FAMILY LEGACY, AND YOU DI'KUTS CAN'T EVEN LET US HAVE THIS ONE DAY!" He paused and let his words sink in, then he continued.
"EVERYONE OUT, WE ARE CLOSING UP. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE. THOUGH YOU SITH SPIT SLIMEBALLS HAVE SUCCESSFULLY BROUGHT THIS NIGHT TO A CLOSE, TOMIGHT WAS STILL A VICTORY FOR MY BROTHER AND I.
CIRCE GREEN IS A HOT, AND THE DETTA NAME WILL MAKE IT'S WAY ACROSS THE GALAXAY.
NOW GET OUT!
AND YOU!" He leveled the repeater at the man[member="Dak Canton"] with the thermal in hand. "DEACTIVATE THAT NOW, OR I'LL RIP YOU APART!"
[member="Shimmra Rapuung"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"][member="Aedan Miles"][member="Rickon Ordo"][member="Selinica Miriya Cailis"]
But first, he needed to take care of the disturbance in his bar. He drew the light repeater that he had fastened to the underside of the bar top and climbed up and stood on the bar. With a few winks and blinks, he tied his helmet com into the wireless signal of the building surround system.
His voice bellowed through the speakers as he spoke.
"ENOUGH! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD DAY. tHE DAY WHERE MY BROTHER AND I COULD COME OUT FROM BEHIND THE TRAGEDY THAT TOOK OUR FAMILIES DURING THE SITH INVASION.
MANY OF YOU LOST LOVED ONES THAT DAY. NOLAN AND I, WE LOST EVERYONE! AND SO HERE WE ARE TODAY, REVIVING OUR FAMILY LEGACY, AND YOU DI'KUTS CAN'T EVEN LET US HAVE THIS ONE DAY!" He paused and let his words sink in, then he continued.
"EVERYONE OUT, WE ARE CLOSING UP. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE. THOUGH YOU SITH SPIT SLIMEBALLS HAVE SUCCESSFULLY BROUGHT THIS NIGHT TO A CLOSE, TOMIGHT WAS STILL A VICTORY FOR MY BROTHER AND I.
CIRCE GREEN IS A HOT, AND THE DETTA NAME WILL MAKE IT'S WAY ACROSS THE GALAXAY.
NOW GET OUT!
AND YOU!" He leveled the repeater at the man[member="Dak Canton"] with the thermal in hand. "DEACTIVATE THAT NOW, OR I'LL RIP YOU APART!"
[member="Shimmra Rapuung"] [member="Ashe the Reaper"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"][member="Aedan Miles"][member="Rickon Ordo"][member="Selinica Miriya Cailis"]
Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
Rave found it prudent to be elsewhere, one immense grin all over her face.
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The Mentor
Amongst all the commotion, Josh nudged [member="Tracyn Ordo"] with a look that made it obvious it was time to go. Making his way to the bar, he slipped [member="Kable Detta"] the credits for his tab.
"Sorry for the trouble, good sir. I have to say though, the Circe Green Ale is amazing. I'd suggest branching out and selling it elsewhere besides here, you have quite the moneymaking beverage on your hands, my friend. Good luck to you"
He slipped a few extra credits onto the counter. "For the damages" he added before he made a hasty exit out while everything was going to shart-doody.
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"Sorry for the trouble, good sir. I have to say though, the Circe Green Ale is amazing. I'd suggest branching out and selling it elsewhere besides here, you have quite the moneymaking beverage on your hands, my friend. Good luck to you"
He slipped a few extra credits onto the counter. "For the damages" he added before he made a hasty exit out while everything was going to shart-doody.
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Nyxie
【夢狐】
"Hey... why do I hash to leave...?" Ashe said in a foolproof pretentious 'drunkard' voice.
The vixen didn't do anything but watch. Why should everyone else be punished for a few tiny grudges and skirmishes, she thought?
"A round for everyone on me if you let the good ones shtay...." she added.
The vixen didn't do anything but watch. Why should everyone else be punished for a few tiny grudges and skirmishes, she thought?
"A round for everyone on me if you let the good ones shtay...." she added.
[member="Kable Detta"]
People were yelling in my face, I had my helmet on so I couldn't spit out my thyssel chew, and I still hadn't gotten any beer.
I was pissed.
"No can do," I said in a low growl. I was wearing phrik armor. I wasn't really worried about his repeater. I did want beer though.
"I'll deactivate it when somebody puts some beer in my hand."
[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Rickon Ordo"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
I was pissed.
"No can do," I said in a low growl. I was wearing phrik armor. I wasn't really worried about his repeater. I did want beer though.
"I'll deactivate it when somebody puts some beer in my hand."
[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Rickon Ordo"] [member="Tracyn Ordo"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Aedan Miles"]
The Hound of Keldabe
[member="Dak Canton"]
it seems that the situation in the bar was not over, even if he had commanded it to be. Someone decided to bring a boom boom to the party which was really a no no in his eyes. Strider exucesed himself from Mia's company, listing to the commanding words of the Detta brothers desperatly trying to keep their bar in a standing fashion. Strider stood, his eyes focused on Dak, the direct threat at the moment.
"Deactivate your bloody grenade!" Strider commanded with absolute authority. the situation was stupid as was, now add a suicidal maniac to add to the mix,. "Deactivate and enjoy a drink or leave Mand'alor. either way you are alive"
it seems that the situation in the bar was not over, even if he had commanded it to be. Someone decided to bring a boom boom to the party which was really a no no in his eyes. Strider exucesed himself from Mia's company, listing to the commanding words of the Detta brothers desperatly trying to keep their bar in a standing fashion. Strider stood, his eyes focused on Dak, the direct threat at the moment.
"Deactivate your bloody grenade!" Strider commanded with absolute authority. the situation was stupid as was, now add a suicidal maniac to add to the mix,. "Deactivate and enjoy a drink or leave Mand'alor. either way you are alive"