I'm gonna pop some tags, only got Twenty Credits in my pocket!

[The Bounteous Hunt]

"I-ee!" The old gungan exclaimed as the woman commenced her life-holding on to him... the burrito guy! In the ensuing blaster fire, the burrito plate went flying out of his single hand, sailing above everyone's heads and landing at the feet of the unknown assailants. In a few moments, the Jedi guy grabbed the girl, jerking him to the ground, as a droid charged at blaster bolts, everything got wet, and everyone else sparking up and going unconscious... probably!


"Why everthin attackin?! Oh dis is bombad! Mesa not knowin what happenin!" The gungan struggled to scramble to his feet, and eventually just kicked himself up with his long legged jump, and bolted through a window.... before his burritos detonated, exploding - once again - another room in the station. If those guys weren't fried from the electrified jedi water or whatever... they certainly would be extra crispy after his... intervention.

Maybe it was a good thing nobody had deigned to eat his frozen burritos before the shooting started?

"Dis gungan, is outa dis crazy town!"

One can only wonder who would chase after the gungan?

[member="Kaileann Vera"], [member="Tajje"], [member="Marcello Matteo"], [member="Kalyn Skirata"], [member="Jarrick"], [member="Bloodknight"],

 

[Bloodknight]

"Heh, the tin man has a heart!"
Andreas would muse, regaled , as he acrobatically leaped over the droid to land in the fray. Move? As in run away? He didn't expect jokes from a Class 4. His eyes glowed golden and his scars silver as he reigned in the dark side and let its power flow through him, sickening yet enlivening, chilling to the core yet igniting his entire being. The unfortunate civilian in front of him looked up, eyes wide with surprise, before getting an elbow to the face as he landed. Before said civilian--now deceased due to nose cartilage piercing the brain--could fall, Andreas grabbed him and threw him into a few other people, toppling them like dominoes. All that followed happened in mere moments, with only those nearest to him, with their adrenaline raging, being quick enough to react properly. He danced among the crowd of shooting hostiles and where he danced, they fell. The Firrerreo grinned as bone and cartilage alike gave way under the swift punches, kicks, elbows, knees and headbutts he administered unto them. He made precise strikes that would not necessarily kill, but would draw the most blood. With a turning elbow slash to one of the hostile's faces, he was sprayed with it.

The others might not be armed, but Andreas most certainly was. Having been trained brutally by one back on his home planet of Hellgotha, Andreas possessed the techniques and abilities of a Matukai Master. Yes, he tapped into the force, but unlike a Jedi, he made the force enhance his (already impressive) strength, speed and stamina to jaw-dropping levels among other abilities. Not only was the bounty hunter a Matukai master, but a proficient Teras Kasii, Echani, and Stava practitioner. All were taught by various masters with various amounts of cruelty and sadism. All were taken and fused into his own personal style. Most blaster bolts were dodged with ease, those not were taken with clenched teeth to a non-vital area. Targets who tried to keep distance were unpleasantly surprised by his agility. Those who came in close were instantly bloodied, some sent flying over the crowd's heads. Those who attempted to wait for him to tire learned all too well (and too late) his endurance. He painted his gray world with their kaleidoscopic blood. Andreas loved every bit of it. Parties were cool and all, but this was what he called fun. This was what he grew up doing. This was what he did for a living. This was his art.

Someone turned to run. A blaster pistol was swept from the floor and leveled. With the force surging through him, Andreas was the quickest and most accurate shot on the Port. Then suddenly, a familiar pain jolted through his body. His body felt as if it were being torn apart molecule by molecule yet he clenched fists, grit his sharp teeth, and laboriously turned to face [member=Marcello Matteo]. When the lightning ceased and those around him dropped heavily, Andreas had the blaster leveled at the jedi and his cigar had been bitten in half. He tore off his now tattered robe, revealing a heavily muscled frame built for power and speed. The wounds from blaster bolts were rapidly healing, some already gone. The silver scars--so intricately had they been carved onto his body that they looked more like symmetrical tattoos--that decorated him let out a dull silver glow around his golden-bronze skin as his blood boiled. Andreas was no longer amused.
"I just want you to know that we now have a problem, kid."
His voice had an icy calm tone and his teeth were no longer bared, but his eyes blazed golden red into Matteo's cool blue. COmpletely ignoring the explosion detonating somewhere around him, he pulled the trigger of the blaster.

Spoiler

[member="Kaileann Vera"]
[member="Jarrick"]
[member="Tajje"]
[member="Gun Gan Booma"]
[member="Kalyn Skirata"]

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Kalyn was suprised to see the deathstick junkie using such force abilities, didn't deathsticks reduce your force sensitivity? Kalyn did not know for sure, but she was pretty sure it did, and taht was some crazy force feth that that guy was doing, luckily she was far enough away that she did not get to injured by the little event, maybe knocked over but she was fine. Kalyn attempted to move the two "macho men" apart, stepping in between the two, pushing the gun away from matteo, just in time before it fired, probably not the best idea.
"Okay, we do not have time to fight right now, those sithspawn Dewback gang members will be back any minute now, and i doubt they will be so easy this time, i suggest we press our advantage and get out while we still can, okay?" She said
"And if we survive, i might explain all of this feth to you guys, because i do not think i was clear enough the first time." She continued.
[member="Bloodknight"]
[member="Gun Gan Booma"]
[member="Marcello Matteo"]
[member="Tajje"]
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
[member="Jarrick"]

 

[Tarok Vassket]

"Oh what the fething kark have I walked into this time?" he mumbled to himself. He ran the back of his hand across his brow, wiping a smear comprised of sweat and dust across his face. Grunting, he then wiped his face against the front of his shirt. It wasn't much use anyway, the air was still full of dust from the explosions and he was still dripping with sweat from the run. The dust that hung in the air caught the myriad of colours from the blaster fire. Jarrick kept his weapon slung across his back. If ever there was a stupid move it was brandishing a weapon as security forces tried to deal with criminals firing bolts all over the shop. Good way to get shot by a nervous policeman that.

He rushed to the side of a family fleeing the blast, helping them to their feet. Tearing a length of fabric from one of their coats he helped them cover their faces and ushered them out of the immediate area.

As he turned a one-armed gungan came rushing towards him. Jarrick stepped aside and the creature carried on past in its long, loping gait. Confusion and chaos. Jarrick hadn't a clue what this pandemonium was, but some part of him wouldn't let him run away from this. There were still people in the area, he could hear them scrabbling about. More explosions could be imminent.

Shadows moved in the dust behind it. Wearily, Jacen stepped further back as a Gran with a heavy blaster carbine stalked out of the darkness. Jarrick stepped further back, putting his hands to the back of his head. The appearance of the gunmen screamed gang member to a ludicrous degree. The Gran trained the blaster on him for a moment, but continued on after the Gungan. Jarrick grimaced and then lunged forward as soon as the Gran's eyes were not on him. The elbow could do a great deal of damage when applied appropriately. Jarrick's right arm came up hard and fast and he connected with the back of the head. The creature dropped like a stone.

Dropping to one knee he neatly disassembled the carbine and flung the gas cannisters into the gloom, rendering the carbine parts useless should the gang member wake up.

He stood up to see more shapes. A huge man with long blonde hair pushing a young girl away from the fires, before vanishing back towards the action at impossible speed. This time the detritus lingering in the air was illuminated by a series of green flashes as Marcello dispensed electric judgement. This time Jarrick's feet remained rooted to the spot. He consciously wanted to press on, try to help if he could. Some instinctive part knew he was well of out his depth here and refused to budge.

"Fething space wizards," he grumbled. "You!" he called towards [member="Kaileann Vera"] "You know what in the kriffing seven layers of netherworld is going on?"

 

[Tajje]

((Just going to tell you all that I won't be able to post anymore for the next 5 or 6 days. RL is tolling me of my time on here, so catch you all later. Thanks for including me in this rp. ))

 

[Tajje]

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Please tell me you all didn't ( @Bloodknight , @Gun Gan Booma , @Marcello Matteo , @Kaileann Vera , @Jarrick ) wait for me to post. Or is this thread dead? ))


'Heh. the tin man has a heart!' Tajje would hear the comment, before the organic lounged from behind, and indulged in slaughter and killing, similar to the other force-wielder within the vicinity, only with more blood lust. And the irony to your comment is that you do not, organic. Tajje would muse with disgust at how the combatant used violence to solve his problems. To the droid, he might as well have used a butcher knife. His own armor smoked slightly, as he continued to block a few more stray shots, but he would lower his polished blades, before more chaos erupted behind him.

It was astonishing how one simple move could cause a terrible chain reaction. Upon finishing what had transpired, the more violent force user would confront his apparent opposite; The blond and long haired cool eyed Marcello. They were contrasts of each other, to the fullest. Tajje could make take the note without even knowing the organics. But he would remain voiceless and calm, as other organics stepped into the fray. The Bounty hunter volunteering the prospect of a more peaceful recovery from the large skirmish, while another man entered the scene who was obviously confused;

'You know what in the kriffing seven layers of netherworld is going on?'

The commando droid would rotate his head as to let his turquoise optical receptors meet levelly with the mans for an instant. Plenty of conflict. Tajje would mentally answer the question. He was not the one who had been asked, so he would not answer. The droid would remain where he was, though he would speak unto the two force wielders:

"The female is correct. Your conflict is not necessary. If you truly seek peace, you should come to the logical conclusion that fighting now would only add to the rampancy of the current situation."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

((OOC: No it was definitely dead))

Really...Marcello had done a pretty good job ignoring the presence of [member="Bloodknight"] altogether...who somehow ended up in the fray of the enemy, thereby putting himself in a position to be collateral damage after the action had been initiated. Marcello would have felt bad if it hadn't all formed out of the man's apparent ability to materialize in random locations as necessary.

However, the Jedi Master was not much of a talker and didn't have time to debate the large rift between reality and the man's unfortunate, flagrant misconception. Then, of course, he tore of his clothing. Now...Marcello was positive he had inadvertently stepped onto the set of a really, really bad holovid.

A sniff of the air.

Nope. Actors had better hygiene than that, certainly. Marcello saw where this little interaction was going well before the dark-skinned man had an opportunity to form the thought inside of his brain. Was it the Force? No, absolutely not. It was the man's actions since he showed up. They were all very flamboyant, very unnecessary, and even more ineffective.

[member="Kalyn Skirata"] stepped in then, attempting to assist by redirecting the weapon. Marcello wasn't entirely convinced a simple shove would be enough to overcome the idiocy of the dark-skinned stranger or the strength. Last thing he needed was for her to end up shot. Before the superheated bolt of energy had even completely left the gun, Marcello raised a hand to suspend the molecules surrounding Bloodknight, the weapon, and the weapon's discharged energy where they were. In effect, he froze the entire situation.

Then [member="Tajje"] broke in an affirmation in support of the admitted Bounty Hunter. Looking between all of the individuals and droid, Marcello merely shook his head. Fires were still burning from previous explosions and the most recent burrito explosion? Let's recap. Several explosions, plenty of dead, innocent civilians. A nudist faking it as some kind of Don Juan, a bounty hunter that killed someone...but it was a legal bounty so that it makes it 'fine', a quirky woman that just wants some burritos, and a droid.

Definitely the set of a holovid.

"You should have left immediately following completion of your duties, rather than drag the fall-out from your actions all over the station, miss." The comment, obviously directed at Kalyn. Marcello had not been here to fight anyone, and he had no quarrel with anyone other than those that had tried to kill innocent people. The faux lectures, however, were too much and they grated on his nerves. Stepping away, the Jedi Master turned his attention to the remaining burning flames. "You all are free to leave the station at your leisure, and I agree it is a logical course of action. I will remain until the situation has stabilized, and I have done what I can for those wounded."

As Marcello spoke, he released his hold over Bloodknight at the man's weapon. The blaster bolt he'd fired rocketed into a bulkhead...causing little more damage than already had been caused. This entire station was probably a mere heartbeat away from depressurizing and killing everyone. With his left hand, Marcello made a slight descending motion, watching as the flames subsided before extinguishing completely. The Jedi Master was here in no official law enforcement capacity, so it was not his place to investigate what had happened.

He would merely deal with whatever fallout that he could. For certain...he'd dealt with worse situations. In fact that seemed to be the entirety of his recent life...

[member="Kaileann Vera"]
[member="Jarrick"]

 

[Kaile Vera]

Kaile was lost.

Utterly lost.

She had a Rodian banana peel in her hair, her face was all covered in soot, and she carried the aroma of what she could only imagine was a muja berry shake with a hint of carbon and sulfur.

This... was totally not her day to claim the coveted frozen burritos.

Chaos was everywhere. There were fires, people running up and down trying to put it out. Off in the distance the wail of what she could only imagined this shadow port had that was something similar to the firedepartment wailed like a baby who had his sucker taken away.

"Golly..." she said, clinging tight to her backpack where Bobo now was nestled in safely. To any Force user around, she would be a fuzzy thing to the senses. Looking up at [member="Marcello Matteo"], she gave him wide big eyes.

"This ain't how one usually nukes the burritos..." she said a bit mournfully. Now what were they to do?!


[member="Tajje"] and everyone else. @Jarrick @Kalyn Skirata [member="Bloodknight"] [member="Gun Gan Booma"]