Hoist the Colors and set Sail! (Expeditionary Fleet/Open)

[Ark Tallen]

A quartermaster for an entire fleet and hes late for his first assignment. Ark would have been embarrassed if he hadn't been attracted to the seemingly infinite amount of booze to be found on the planet. Walking along the beachy street, Ark felt like he was in his element, and his knew role of leadership gave him purpose. Another chuckle left his mouth, as he followed the street to find Vassara. Sand blew in the breeze and the smell of fish and liquor hung in the air. It truly was beautiful.

Taking a turn, he walked into a bar where Vassaras coords pointed to. A bar was just what he wanted anyway, a win win situation. But when Ark stepped foot inside, the place was as wild as a house cat, everybody paying attention to Vassara, with a dead man laying on the ground.

"Ahhh, good ol' Vass, always killin the bullies" Ark cracked a joke, grabbing a bottle off of a nearby table and taking a swig of the horrid liquid inside.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Detorin"] [member="Mad Klay Grubber"] [member="Shane Zion"] [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Larana Holst"] [member="Roth Tillian "][member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] : OOC: Sorry didn't notice your weren’t on the master tag list. Jump in with us.​

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

Vassra raised an eyebrow. He seemed very heated in this instance she backed down. Wardens bickering was not a pretty sight and would dishearten the crew. They needed to be sharp since this was unfamiliar territory. Vassara moved closer to him, so close that only he would hear her whisper. Though she was still heated she began to relax, letting the force into her and calming her nerves.

"Tyranus brother, keep it together man. This man might have been your kin, but he was a slaver. I understand what you mean, but we fight for freedom and stay as a crew for the same. If you're really bent out of shape about we can take it up at a later date. But for the sake of the crew, calm yourself."

It was then that Ark spoke and Vassara whirled, the pirates still standing bewildered with their blades out. They were halfway between attacking and letting the situation slide. Vassara didn't much care what happened next. In fact she had an itch and found a clever way to scratch that itch.

"Ah Mr. Tallen, welcome to the party!"

She turned back to the pirates scattered about the Tavern.

"A thousand credits says my crew whoops yours, hand to hand no weapons. What do you say boys!"

 

[Areiana_Slayer]

* she smiled brushing some red hair out of her eyes hearing the bet but didn't say anything for the most part the crew thought she was the quiet one most wondered if she could speak at all and rumors were floating around about her that she took on serveral sith alone and came out alive not true of course but let the crew think what they wanted it if made her look better.

 

[Daniel Imura]

Daniel was probably the last person to get off the ship, as he was in no real hurry. As he walked outside, the sweaty, salty smell hit him almost instantly. Ah. Suddenly, Ilum was a whole lot better, and he would do anythin to go back. But he'd give these people a chance. After all, they seemed pretty cool. Making his way to the tavern, he stopped as he heard a large BOOM! shake the air. Sounded like someone pissed off the captain. Daniel smirked to himself, then walked in, just in time to hear her lay down the bet. Looking at the dead man on the ground, he took a spot on the far wall by the door. "Now that's a bet I'll take." He reminded himself for the hundredth time why he didn't make bets, but shrugged it off. He had no doubt the rag tag team of spacers he'd joined up with could whip these pirates into shape. If it turned out to be an old fashioned brawl, he could easily knock a few out. If it got deadlier... His eyes drifted to the pistols at his side; Icebreaker, a high-powered revolver, and the thunder gun he'd gotten from the captain. Between those and the slugsword on his back, he figured he was covered.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Right....I-'im sorry I just overreacted.....I agree slavers should be dealt with but with a warning......like chopping off their foot or something as a warning......Also do we have a symbol for our faction just wondering?

Tyranus calmed down, yeah he was a slave once and he overreacted. He then turned towards the pirates with their swords out. He smiled mockingly at the pirate crew feeling slightly sorry for them

I bet 2600 credits that we can best your crew in hand-to-hand combat, no guns, no swords

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Zavzen sighed as all the commotion worsened his headache, he had only come over to greet a crew he had recognised and offer them a place in the private section and this was what he got, mixed in with conflict with the locals. He shrugged minutely and decided to just go with the flow, after all you only live once. "A 3000 cred bet from me, mates." He said stepping up beside [member="Vassara Raxis"], cracking his knuckles. This reminded his of his time as a slave gladiator, bad memories that they were but it also reminded him of the spars him and Grenna used to have in the pits.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Detorin"] [member="Shane Zion"] [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Larana Holst"] [member="Roth Tillian "][member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member=Ire]​

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Location: Red Beard's Tavern​

Objective: Kick the Pirates out the Tavern!​

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"Oy there'll be no credits from us lass." One pirate drunkenly slurred. He tossed his pistols and sword and the other followed suit, rising up from their seats and falling into a wedge shape behind him. There must have been about thirty of them, and they looked grungy and angry. Just the way Vassara liked to serve them up.

"Whats the wager then?"

"Wager is this Tavern, I own it."

"Deal!"

Vassara didn't hesitate for the slightest. The force flowed through her body, expanding her senses and amplifying her speed. Before the leader could even blink she stepped up onto a chair and kicked off, landing on a nearby table to the left of the mob. Her coat fluttered in the stale air as she did, making her appear batlike.

"Take em all crew!"

The next sound was the crunch of her boot against a buccaneers skull. The sole the side of the pirate head with excessive force, splashing blood across the air in flecks. The sound of the neck snapping like gunshot reverberated among the lofty wooden ceiling as the pirates went wild. The battle was joined and it was kill or be killed.

His comrade didn't like that Vassara had kicked his buddies head in and lunged at her launching a right hook.

With one smooth motion she slid off the table, underneath his punch and grabbed a chair. One step behind, one swing into his back. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Hey no blasters, no swords, but anything could be made to suit a purpose.

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

"Well Vas, this is another reason why I already love working with you," Venris smirked as he stepped up and rolled his shoulders a bit. "Because when you aren't taking us to the most exciting places you're bringing the excitement right to us. Five thousand on us not even taking a bruise!"

When the brawl actually started Venris launched himself right into it...literally. He kicked one pirate in the chest and then spun and delivered a second spinning kick to the man's head, knocking him down. Venris laughed as he weaved back to avoid the clumsy blows of another pirate, and used the momentum from one of the man's blows to send him flying straight into a wall...leaving the man stuck through the tavern wall up to his head and struggling to pull back out while Venris turned his attention to another two of the privateers.

"Come on now, don't make it too easy!" He taunted, weaving between the two and using their own attacks against them as they tried to get a bead on the nimble mercenary.

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

Zavzen leaped forwards at the two pirates that tried to attack [member="Vassara Raxis"] from behind and body tackled them over a table, if he used a little Force to make it easier no one had to know. As the two pirates pushed themselves to their feet, the zabrak pushed his hand into his pockets, "Now boys, are we going to fight or stand around talking?"

The two leapt at him and Zavzen weaved around the punches and kicks sent his way, using his flexibility to his advantage. This continued for a few minutes before Zavzen reached out and grabbed a flying chair leg. Swinging around in a 360, he caught a glass with the wood and scooped it up to his into the head of one pirate, knocking him out. Stepping forwards the zabrak leaned to the side to dodge a punch to his head. He wrapped the piece of wood around the thugs arm and pulled back while head butting the back of the elbow, shattering it. Releasing the arm he whipped the wood into the thugs throat before stepping behind him and grabbing the other end of the former chair leg, strangling the pirate. He kicked out and drove his foot into the thugs back, breaking it, before letting him drop to the floor where Zavzen hit him upside the head, dropping him to the floor.

Turning, Zavzen stared at the chaos around him before grinning in a feral manner and leaping back into the fray.

 

[Ire]

Taverns. People in taverns. I had never been drawn to the reckless consumption of alcohol or the raucous banter that accompanied this kind of establishment. I wrinkled my nose in slight disgust as I walked over the threshold. The only reason I'd come was because of the fleet I had only recently been made a part of. If it were my choice, I would be exploring elsewhere, in a less populated area.​

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I kept a hood over my head, though it did little to mask my sapphire hair and tall ears. I could see my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The most distinguishing feature of my shrouded face were my eyes, which shined like two stars beneath my hood. I quickly turned my head downward as if this would call less attention to myself.​

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I chose the smallest empty booth I could find. As I sat down, a large fight erupted on the other side of the room. It appeared that some of my comrades were content to drink and wreak havoc at the same time. I did not move from where I was. There was nothing interesting in a pointless squabble such as this.​

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[member="Daniel Imura"]​

[member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"]​

[member="Venris Helion"]​

[member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[Daniel Imura]

"Take em all crew!"​

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With those words, Daniel took himself from the wall and sent a hard right hook to the jaw of the first man unlucky enough to be in his way. The said man reared back then, and three more came to take his place. Daniel smiled then. This was his first real-time brawl, but he'd trained for similar situations quite often in the past. Standing still, he made the simple gesture of taunting the group with his hand, and the first one came on him. No sooner did the man reach him did he find himself on the ground, nursing a wounded shin. When were people going to learn not to attack one at a time? Apparently, just then. The remaining two men began circling him, one on each side, forcing him to look back and forth. Unknown to them, he had the aid of the force on his side, so he knew at all times where they were, and what their intentions were at that. An advantage that clearly, neither of his opponents hand. "Come on. What, you scared?" The tone of his voice was s condescending, it provoked both to rush at him from either side. Due to his lean yet strong frame, Daniel was quickly able to duck and flip one over his back at the other when they were close enough, sending both tumbling backward. "That all you got?"

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark cracked his neck as a larger man than most of the others rounded his way to meet eye to eye with the poor adventurer. Ark let out a swallow and a low, nervous chuckle. The man was a beast, muscles ripped around his body, and his leather coat did it no justice, one eye was greed, the other greyed and blue. A monster of a sight, and Ark got the worst of the load.

Setting down his bottle, Ark threw one punch, only to be caught by the beast, with another hand coming in and grabbing him by his shirt. Ark felt himself lifting off the ground, and suddenly flying through the air a good 5 feet before smashing into a wall. Uttering some profanity, Ark bound to his feet, ready for round two as the tank emerged closer to him. Ark grabbed a bottle off the shelf and began to charge the man, ready for a brawl, the only kind of fight Ark was good at. Before coming in contact with the beast, Ark broke into a slide on the wooden floor, smashing the thick glass bottle on the mans leg.

The man was obviously in pain, yet brushed it off. His leg turned purple and swelled with blood, broken. Ark had succeeded in nothing but pissing the Goliath of a man off. The bottle in his hand was not sharp and ragged, and had a slight trim of blood on it.

"C'mon, that all you got?" Ark mocked, yet he was already out of breath.

The large man let our a roar, charging ark. With every step, he boomed through the tavern. It was about then Ark realised how deep he was, and how horrible of a situation this was about to become. Out of all the pirates, I get this guy. In one final act of desperation, Ark whipped his bottle as hard as he could. He closed his eyes, waiting for the beating he was about to get, but opened his eyes after the booming stopped. Looking forward, all he saw was the large man out cold on the floor with a large bruise in the middle of his forehead, the bottle shattered on the ground around him.

Brushing himself off, Ark looked around as the other pirates began to back off, all awed of his accidental feat.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
In response to the sudden order, a pirate charged towards Tyranus. In response, he delivered a fist to the pirate's lower jaw, sending some teeth to fly out of the man's mouth along with blood. Tyranus grabbed the beer bottle and stabbed it into the pirate's knee, causing the pirate to squeal in pain like a pig. Tyranus grabbed the pirate and threw the pirate over his shoulder, causing the pirate to fall hard to the ground, groaning in pain. Tyranus charged towards a nearby pirate and slammed the pirate onto a table, Tyranus grabbed chair by the table and slammed it onto the pirate's chest, causing some of the ribs of the pirate to be cracked and some of them to break. Tyranus lifted the pirate up by the neck and then threw him into a nearby wall, causing the pirate to go unconscious from the sudden impact of the hit to the back of the head.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Detorin"] [member="Shane Zion"] [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Larana Holst"] [member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member=Ire]​

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Location: Red Beard's Tavern​

Objective: Kick the Pirates out the Tavern!​

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In no short order the pirates crew was down by half and almost all of Vassara's was still standing. A smirk lit her face as she beheld the visages of both scared and angry pirates. There was probably only ten of them left now, and out of that lot five looked fit to fight. The time for violence was coming to an end. Vassara remembered the code suddenly.

These pirates posed no more threat than a child and they were slowly backing off towards the door. Their Captain the tavern owner stamered, trying to find his words.

"You cheated, all of you!"

It was at this point that the wild eyed spacer had enough of the fun and simply drew her Void Ripper Revolver, pointing it with one hand into the Captains face, execution style.

"We said no blasters, no swords! We didn't say no weapons! The accord was met and we won, so get the frak out!"

"You cheaters! I'll be back to gut you all for this."

"Yea whatever, you heard him boys, the Tavern is ours! Now help these gentlemen out the door!"

With her last sentence she roared again, kicking aside a fallen chair and pistol whipping the captain. Blood graced the end of her barrel and sprayed down onto her jacket.

"You got blood on my jacket! Now git!"

With her left hand amplified by the force the mad woman picked the captain up by the scruff of his dirty vest, and hurled him through the double doors. He hit them with a dull thud and they swung wide, his body rolling into the street...

 

[Areiana_Slayer]

* she had come out of the fight without a scratch on her tho her hair was coming out it braid. She heard cheers as they had won the fight tho the other side said that they had cheated. Areia couldn't figure out how you cheat at hand to hand. She shrugged it off it dint really matter they had won.
The defeated started towards the door with the help of the captain.

She felt it before she saw it one of the defeated man pulling a blaster out aiming it at the captain who had her back to him. She did something she hadn't done since her father was alive she pulled her saber from belt the purple flash of light as she turned it on and jumped cutting the blaster in two before he could fire. She held the saber at his throat.

"If I remember right the captain asked you kindly to leave I think you should take her up on the offer."

the man backed away from the saber and took off towards the door. She kicked him in the butt as he passed as soon as everyone was out she turned the saber off putting it back on her belt. She had just broke her promise to hide her ability from the world but she couldn't just let him blast the captain...

 

[Ark Tallen]

Ark looked over at Vass, cracking his back from his most recent run in. The pirates scrambled out of the room, and Ark's newfound group had just achieved its first property.

"Hah! did you see that!" Ark said loudly, amazed with how lucky he got in a fight that should have killed him.

​Looking back, the bar wasn't in great shape, but it would work. Stools scattered and broken, along with a pile of broken bottles, booze all over the ground. Turning another look, broken tables, a horrid stink, a lack of booze, basically everything that could be wrong was wrong. Ark hobbled his way over to the nearest working chair, and took a plopping seat in it, took out his flask and took a swig. He needed a rest.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Areiana Slayer"]

Venris noticed the lightsaber in Areiana's grasp while dragging a chair over to the bar counter and set himself up on it. "Well now, that's interesting." He said. "I knew we had plenty of Force Sensitives among us, didn't know any besides Tyranus who were wielding a tool of the Jedi trade though." He searched for an intact bottle of booze and failed, sighing. "Well great, we have a brand new tavern and absolutely no drinks to go with it."

The man rose to his feet. "Oh well, at least on the bright side I'm not out five grand."

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Hey wait.....they forgot to pay me!

Tyranus walks over to a undamaged table and sits in a chair by it. He stands back up and tries to see if he can find anything of use. Tyranus stumbled over a cellar door in the back of the Tavern and he tries to open it up but it appears it needs a key. He reaches his hand back and grabs his steel lightsaber shaft, a button clicks on it and a orange blade extends outwards. He stabs the blade down into the cellar door and cuts a opening up in it. He looks down through the hole and only see's black.

Will, guys I've found a cellar I wonder what's in it?

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Detorin"] [member="Shane Zion"] [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Larana Holst"] [member="Areiana Slayer"] [member="Daniel Imura"] [member="Zavzen Sae'ryx"] [member="Ali Hadrix"] [member="Ire"]​

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When the blaster bolt zinged across the bar Vassara dropped and felt the rush of adrenaline come back. Just then she heard the buzz of a saber and watched as the very un assuming smuggler girl wielded it with great skill. So there were more forcers? It seemed that the ranks of the Fleet was swimming in odd, and rogue Jedi.​

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"Nice work you!" Vassara shouted.​

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As the crew began to ransack the place for booze and other goodies she simply flipped her chair back over and took a seat, stabbing her knife into the table. The place was really destroyed and it was not very lucrative right now. But it made a fine starting point. That's when she noticed something sticking out of an unconscious pirates pocket.​

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"Whats this?"​

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She stood and quickly bent over to scoop it up. The paper was grizzled and wrinkly but she could barely make out the markings. She read the not to the crew.​

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"Meet me at the company warehouses, ten fifteen sharp tomorrow. We're going to overthrow that little Di'kut and take all of his holdings. No more government on this island!"​

 

[Zavzen Sae'ryx]

As Vassara read out the note she had found Zavzen found he couldn't hold in his sigh. He had come to this planet to hopefully find some information on his illness and, instead, got caught up in all of this. Kicking a table up right he picked up an unbroken bottle of booze and began to down it after collapsing into a chair, "This is your fault," he accused, pointing a Vassara, "You turn up and all this happens." He gestured around the now destroyed room. "That said, you make it fun." He rubbed his aching head before shouting to address the group, "So, what are we going to do about that note?"

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Venris Helion"] [member="Ark Tallen"] [member="Areiana Slayer"]