Private Gunfight at the Baskar Corral

[Darth Malevolum]

Location: Mandalore


This wasn't her usual station, rather, Malevolum never bothered with something this beneath her radar, but when she heard that a bounty hunter had gone too far, she had to see what this was all about. Sure enough, it was pretty grizzly. Well over two dozen dead just within the club itself; a moderate sized three floor night club by the name of the Drunken Mythosaur. Several Sith soldiers kept the crowds outside at bay, as Malevolum did a pass, looking over the carnage of the first floor alone. The outlines of the corpses was still being taken, as the bodies were spread about, pools of blood, limbs, and several discarded weapons were scattered about; and that was the more typical things. The Darth noticed signs of what might have been a fragmentation grenade going off, and the messy afterwards of it's usage. What in the hell happened here? Turning to one of the investigators that had been tailing her, she spoke. "Tell me again officer, what caused this incident?" The was a visual stutter to the man, as he flipped to the notes detailed in his notepad. "Well, according to the witnesses, a bounty hunter attempted to accost his mark. The problem occurred when a bystander attempted to interfere. The bounty hunter shot the bystander, who was a member of a local gang, which started hostilities with the bounty hunter." He flipped over to a new page, motioning to the grenade fragment on the floor. "The mark of the bounty hunter attempted to draw a weapon, which happened to be a grenade. We don't know how he got a grenade in here at current, or why he thought this was the best weapon, but that's what happened."

Moving over to a broken table, Malevolum noticed a pool of blood under the table, and the reason was rather obvious; someone had hit the table hard enough to break it, and was currently impaled upon it. "And what happened here?" She asked, switching through several of her vision types as she looked about, seeking to find more amusement from the carnage. "Oh that? The local Gen'dia spilled his drink and took it out on another patron." The Sith couldn't hide the smirk that came across her face. "And this is just the first floor?" "Yes my lord. The fight down here triggered several violent acts through out the facility, as the hunter seemed to start randomly firing as he did a fighting retreat." Amazing, just where did these people come from? "What happened to the hunter? Is he alive?" The answer should have been quite obvious, but Malevolum wanted to know what idiot was feeling bold enough to go about this. "He is, but his condition is critical. He attempted to jump out of the forth floor window after suffering several blaster wounds, and landed on the first patrol speeder to arrive on scene." She'd have to meet with this man in person, not to mention have him blacklisted, and brought up on charges. "I'm going to take a look around. Update me if you find anything unusual." "Of course my lord." The officer withdrew to the front of the club, leaving the Darth to look over the bartop. Drinks were left abandoned, several bottles had broken and puddles of alcohol had gathered behind the bar; what a waste. She stood there for a moment, merely taking in the sight, and realized that the sound system was still playing music. This was a real mess, but someone was going to have to pay for all this. Malevolum felt a tinge of sympathy for whoever was going to have to deal with this mess.


Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

Under normal circumstances, a Governor was not one to lower themselves to the matters of simply bar fights and criminal scum. But Lirka was never normal circumstances. There was more than a handful of things in her history that lead her to being more than efficient for dealing with such things, interrogation, and a history as a Bounty Hunter before joining the Empire. She scoffed at the sloppy handiwork, and knew she’d inflict the totality of Imperial retribution on the various fools that had decided blasting each other on her planet was a good idea.

And her arrival was immediately noticeable, the stomping of metal boots against the ground and a hulking Goliath having to duck under the door to avoid just bashing her helmet through the top. The Governor was a sight to behold, to say the least. And the artifice master-work of her Duranium plate felt very out of place among the Legionnaires and scum. And she was angry. Very angry. Even though Lirka was almost entirely dead to the force, one didn’t need the ability to sense to feel the ripples of raw rage that emanated from the figure. Scum. On her planet. Pathetic.

”I want all patrons rounded up in the front! Search them for illegal weapons!”

She moved to the Sithling. Wonderful. She’d have to deal with the Angry Teenagers too.

“Full sit rep.”

And in true fashion, angry Lirka kept her words short and brisk.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

Malevolum wasn't expecting more people to arrive, let alone a combat unit droid of some sort. She had felt an odd void in the force moving this way, but only now did she realize what was causing it. Her eyes widened at the site of the machine, then realized there was a person operating it. Remarkable. The relaxed posture that the Sith held straightened up, as it seemed who ever this was, she was rather important.

Then it clicked, was this the Governor of Mandalore? As she heard the...woman(?) barking orders, Malevolum turned to give the woman her full attention; she was a law abiding Sith after all. Her expression was placid and calm, as she motioned to the scene around her. "Bounty Hunter lost his resolve and started shooting everyone in the facility. The officers have informed me that two dozen are dead, and the hunter in question is in critical condition, but in custody." There was a sensation of bubbling rage washing out from the void of the force standing before her; the fact of which caused Malevolum to inch herself back a bit. "As far as we know, this incident broke out due to the hunter attacking several members of connected individuals, many of who are armed." Looking around at the carnage, the Darth looked back to the Governor, expecting to be ordered about. "Is there anything else you require?" She'd remain respectful, after all, they were both subjects of the Empire and doing a service to it's citizens. Hopefully things could remain civil.

Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka had grown used to such looks during her many years wandering the Galaxy, had she been younger, drunker, and or in a better mood she would’ve found it amusing. But there was no such amusement now, in fact, the armor itself conveyed no emotion: it was merely posture and the like that exuded such pure rage.

“Pathetic little maggot.”

She snarled it out, there was no love in her heart for failed bounty hunters: she had run that gauntlet many times, and had never broken in such a pitiful way on one of the worse planets to go and commit a crime on. Lirka took personal interest in many such events, and she knew no mercy for the weak.

”Yes. I do. You’re to accompany me to the interrogation.”

There was some degree of spite in the order, whilst she may not possess the humor of her younger years, she had the boundless spite of many years. The Sithling had cowered, ever so slightly: a show of weakness to the predator that was Lirka. She would kill that weakness. Strengthen those whom she commanded.

Darth Malevolum

 

[Darth Malevolum]

She wasn't sure if the woman was calling her a maggot, or referring to the bounty hunter. It was hard to tell, she (or it) just appeared to be a pulsating ball of rage. After a moment of seeing the governor, Malevolum was adjusted to this rather unique individual. That sort of life had to be hell, no wonder why she was so angry. There was a ripple of rage, like a exposed nerve that just wouldn't stop reacting. If this governor had been a Sith, she would have been quite a foe. She could hear the bitterness in the tone as she was ordered to come with the governor, perhaps her reaction to the force dead being had been seen as an act of cowardice. Fair enough. Malevolum merely stared the woman down, not enraged, not angry, just cold and calm as she spoke; it too much more than a nasty tone to get under her skin, besides this woman was worse off than she was.

"As you wish." She wasn't about to let this woman believe that she feared her, if anything Malevolum wanted to understand what had brought that woman to this state of being. She had seen so many interesting entities in her travels, but this one was something else. If not for the waves of rage she could feel ripple out from the void before her, she would have believed the entity to be a droid; but droids couldn't radiate emotion like this. Sadly, unlike Ay, Malevolum didn't feel that this being would appreciate a game of twenty questions. She wasn't sure what to say, as though she didn't concern herself with this being, she also didn't want to threaten combat with the Governor of Mandalore. This woman seemed extremely unhinged, but still, the law came first. "I'm planning on pulling the knowledge out of his mind if that is to your liking. From my understanding, he is not in a state to answer questions directly." If the governor was going to take issue with her taking interest in the case, tough luck. Malevolum watched for a sign of attack, not that it would help, being unable to sense the movements of this woman would make potential combat rather difficult.

Lirka Ka

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka was somewhat like the ocean, the tides of emotions rolling in highs and lows with her half broken mind. She had been quite lucid for the past handful of months, more than able to keep a very solid grasp on everything: but the combat stims that pumped through her blood during battle had more than their share of negative side effects. One such problem of rejuvenation from death became readily apparent as the rage simply...died...like the flip of a coin. There was a growing amusment from the grossly accented and distorted voice from the helmet. Fearless, she liked that. Fear was for the weak, the foolish, the chaff of the Galaxy.

Lirka listened briefly while she walked, a low and dark chuckle from out from that...thing. A slight shake of the head after.

”You Sithlings lack creativity, he is unable to answer purely because you lack the ideas to make him answer. But I will teach the path free from your naivety.”

Maybe to some extent, Lirka sounded like she was going to enjoy this too much. Maybe it was just some optimistic thinking instead of obsessing over scum taking route on her planet. She shouted for a medic, and it became grossly obvious what she had in mind: force him into the realm of the living until he answered.

Darth Malevolum