IT WAS A FIREFIGHT!

[Al Gorlock]

Slums of Coruscant.

He was there in a crouching stance, right behind the old and half way collapsed bar, known as the "Super Nova". He was paid to do this and this time he received a partner. The cold, cold, cold tap of the rain crashed down, right as a loud crack of thunder was heard. "Great, just wonderful!" He thought to himself. He looked to his partner, wide smile on his face. "You wait until I give you the command. Then we head inside and I'm sure you know the plan", He said, grinning. "Nah! C'mon, I've waited long enough. Don't shoot unless I tell ya to", He said, slowly pulling the back door open. He headed inside, entering the large and busy kitchen. He slowly removed the four inch blade, which was located in his right boot. One of the many chefs was walking by when he noticed the two mercanaries. "Hey, get outta-" The chef was interuppted as Al lurched forward, striking the chef in the jaw with the blade. The chef fell to the floor lifelessly, obviously deceased. He slowly reached down, gripping the man's arms. He dragged the corpse out back, consealing it in the dumpster. He headed back inside, slowly making his way into the bar, no other chef witnessing them...yet. They searched the bar, before finally witnessing the famous mob-boss, Navor Logo. He slowly headed over to a bar stool, taking a seat with his partner.

[member="Dargu"]

 

[Dargu]

Dargu followed silently behind his partner, not saying a word or really doing anything at all as he killed a chef and sat down at the bar, not that far from their target. Dargu walked up and sat down next to him, still not saying a word. He motioned the bartender over and then pointed to the strongest alcohol they had on the shelf. The bartender nodded and went to go serve him some. "When do we kill." He demanded in his deep, menacing voice. He had been in hibernation for quite some time, and he was ready to kill something. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

"Calm down, mate!" He shot back. "Listen, you keep your voice down. Everything will come into play, the mob-boss cannot escape. He cannot outrun the hands of time, know what I mean?" He asked, before pointing to the whiskey on the counter. The bartender slid the drink to Al, who quickly pulled the cap off. "I'll pay when I'm finished", He said to the bartender who simply nodded. He slowly reached into his trenchcoat, tapping the side of his Elder class Coruscant Typewriter slugthrower.

[member="Dargu"]

 

[Dargu]

Dargu simply grunted and stood to his full hieght, his massive size making him seem like some kind of creature. "Fine! I wait, but I not happy!" He roared at his much smaller partner. To prove this he grabbed a chair with one hand, and flung it across the room, where it smashed into the wall. Still not satisfied, he chugged his drink and then squeezed his fist tight around it, smashing it in his hand. He then took the drink of the person next to him, chugging it before crushing it as well. He growled and then sat back down angrily, muttering complaints and threats in Gen'Dai. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

Everybody was now staring at the two. "You fething idiot!" He said, angrily. The mob-boss was now slowly getting up with his armed guards. "FETH IT!" He shouted, grabbing the Coruscant Typewriter hidden in his trench coat. He quickly flipped the foldable stock into place, taking aim at the mob-boss. He held down the trigger, shells ejecting from the side of the slugthrower. Two guards went down, bleeding heavily. The mob boss dived behind a counter at the end of the bar as his guards bit the dust. The Twi'lek dancers screamed in fear, running out of the door. By now, Al was just shooting everyone, including random patrons. "COME AT ME!" He shouted, before his gun made a loud click. He quickly loaded in a new magazine of slugs, continuing to fire.

[member="Dargu"]

(OOC, in case you didn't know, feth is a common curse in the Star Wars galaxy)

 

[Dargu]

Dargu roared out in a joyful rage as his partner let loose a torrent of indiscriminate blasts, and joined in the fun. Roaring insanely, he grabbed the nearest table and hurled it at the mob boss. The mob boss himself managed to dive out of the way at the last second, but a group of his guards were crushed by the large table. Dargu snarled in dissapointment and grabbed the bartender by his throat, chucking him at the mob boss. He then pulled out his blaster pistols, spraying their target and his men in a hail if bullets, shooting anything and everything. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

He continued to fire, until his smile slowly faded. The sound of police sirens echoed outside, quite loudly. "You want the honors of killin' 'em? If ya do, make it real painful!" He said, scanning the dead bodies, covering the floor. "Let's get this motherfether!" He said joyfully, slowly heading over to the cowering mob-boss. "PLEASE! DON'T SHOOT!" The mob-boss begged. "On your knees, do it. Beg for your life some more, I am enjoying it. Perhaps we'll let you live if you beg?" Al said, his partner probably knew that he was not going to let him live. Al just wanted to do this to please his sadistic needs. The mob-boss slowly got on his knees, staring up at [member="Dargu"]. "PLEASE, SPARE MY LIFE! I ONLY DO THIS SO I CAN AFFORD CLOTHING AND FOOD FOR MY KIDS!" The mob-boss continued to beg and Al couldn't hide his chuckle.

[member="Dargu"]

 

[Dargu]

Dargu stopped firing when he began to hear police sirens in the distance, and turned to watch as his partner terrorized the mob boss. He snarled in disgust as the man started pleading, and promptly shot him in the face. "Coward scum." Was all he said as he holstered his guns and began going to the back door where they had entered from. "So, you have way out?" He said loudly, pointing at his partner. "Or we just fight out?" He asked again, in a deep, dangerous tone.

 

[Al Gorlock]

"Well, we are surrounded, they come in, we blow 'em to peices. We either go out as legends or cowards, I assume you prefer the legend?" He asked, his grin returning. He loaded another magazine into the slugthrower, letting out a long sigh. "Ok, they're probably gonna want to negoiate. We ain't got no hostages besides the Twi'leks...that could work! We demand for them to go back, twenty blocks down. They send in a rescue team, we kill them and then the hostages. Go grab that wirelsss communicator on that counter", He said, gesturing towards the counter. "Wait til they call in, tell 'em we got hostages", He said, taking a quick glance out of the window. "Bout twenty of 'em out right now, five coming to aid 'em!" He quickly headed over to the door, sliding the door's bolt to the right, locking the door. "Got it?" He asked his partner.

[member="Dargu"]

 

[Dargu]

"You say we do cowards way! I say we go out there and shoot all! I not die, you do! Dargu never die!" He yelled, turning to the window and directing his voice at the police for the last sentence. But he did go grab the comm. Not even waiting for them to call him, he turned it on and bellowed into it. "You go twenty blocks way and send small people to get yum-yum wormheads, or you and wormheads be dead!" He said, crushing the comm in his fist when he finished. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

"Why did I agree to this? You are idiotic, indeed!" He said angrily. "YOUR AN IDIOT, MAN! HOW FETHING STUPID ARE YOU, THIS IS UNBELIAVABLE!" He shouted at [member="Dargu"]. "Feth it, feth it all!" He said, turning to the window, emptying a clip into the window alone. He quckly jumped back into cover, reloading. "Fine, you want to fight 'em? Be my fething guest!" He said, nodding towards the police who were getting reinforcments. "GO, GO, GO! KILL 'EM ALL LIKE YOU FETHING CLAIM!" He continued to shout angrily, before spitting on Dargu.

[member="Dargu"]

 

[Dargu]

Dargu chuckled slightly, and slowly he was cackling like a madman. "Do you meant tell me, that not know of Dargu?!?!" I WILL SHOW YOU!" He said, taking his boasters and casting them aside, he kicked down the door of the bar and began slowly walking towards the police.

"Take another step and we shoot!" One of the officers yelled. Dargu kept coming.

The police opened fire on him, and he didn't even flinch. Some of the blasts burned through his armor, but he regenerated immediately after being hit. He started to sprint at them, charging full speed. He was soon among their ranks, kicking and punching, throwing them and smashing their limbs and rib cages. He ws towering over a down trooper when suddenly the tip of a vibro-blade appeared in his chest. He stood, laughing, to see a terrified young man holding a vibro sword and staring at the impaled hunter. Dargu reached out to the officer, but he pulled back, slashing off Dargu's arm at the elbow. Suddenly Dargu's arm was re-growing, reforming into a blade. He lashed out with the blade that had been his arm, decapitating him. He turned back to the other troops, and swept through their ranks, killing everything in his path. Once the police were all dead, he turned back to the bar roaring defiantly. "You say I am fool?! You fool!"

 

[Al Gorlock]

"Karking...", He said, suddenly feeling the fear, just climbing up his spine...slowly. He looked terrifed for a moment after seeing what [member="Dargu"] could do. He slowly backed up, when suddenly more sirens were heard. A heavily armored van pulled up in front of [member="Dargu"]. Heavily armored police officers jump out of the back, packing stronger weapons than the last. They approached Dargu, looking through the sights, aiming at [member="Dargu"]'s skull. "Drop your weapons! Failure to respond or attack will result in us retaliating. These are superior weapons, we can drop you any moment", one of the officer's shouted.

 

[Dargu]

Dargu turned to the new enemies, who were boldly approaching him with weapons raised. Roaring defiantly, he charged them. They opened fire, their more powerful weapons knocking him to the ground. They quickly surrounded him, the dust kicked up by the blasts completely blocking him from view. After about a full minute of shooting, they finally stopped shooting. They waited for a few seconds before they turned around. That was when he struck. Two giant red and purple tendrils of sinew and muscle shot out, smashing into the soldiers and clubbing into the ground and crushing their heads. Out of the dust came Dargu, his armor mostly destroyed and blood all over his arms. The remaining police took one look and ran for his life. Dargu turned and looked at [member="Al Gorlock"] , growling at him. "We leave now." He said and turned, coming into the van and taking the wheel, speeding away to an unknown destination.

 

[Al Gorlock]

He laughed, police were bound to follow the speeding van. [member="Dargu"] was now simply a distraction, he could easily escape. He holstered his weapon, jogging down the street. He ran several blocks, still laughing. That means he didn't have to give Dargu his fair share of credits, Al would gain all 20,000 credits and not have to give away a single chip. He turned down an alleyway, pushing through several homeless people before he turned, heading into downtown Coruscant. He stopped for a moment, regaining his breath and laughing at the situation.

 

[Dargu]

Seeing the other bounty hunter laughing as he ran down the road, Dargu sped over to where he had stopped to laugh. Opening the passenger side door, he pointed to the seat. "No laugh. Get in." He demanded, glaring aggressively at the other man, waiting for a reaction. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

"Guess you'll be faster!" He said, acting as if he never planned to leave [member="Dargu"] behind. He climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. Suddenly, loud sirens were heard, blaring through the streets. "GO, GO, GO!" He shouted, slowly leaning out of the window, firing at the sqaud speeders. "I SAID GO!" He shouted again, managing to hit the driver of one of the speeder's, sending it crashing through one of the windows of the bar where they killed the mob-boss.

 

[Dargu]

"You take wheel!" He yelled "Watch out for roadblock!" He yelled, pointing a finger at the group of stormtroopers up ahead. He moved to the back of the van, taking out his blaster pistols and releasing a volley of blasts at the speeders behind them. Grabbed three energized bolas out of a packet in what's remained of his armor throwing them at the enemy. They hit one of the troopers sending electricity coursing through his body and knocking him off speeder. He continued to fire at the enemy releasing blast after blast from his two blaster pistols hoping to destroy them. [member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Toxarien]

The young acolyte sat in the passenger seat of the four most speeder watching the chase firsthand. "Capt. give me your blaster!" She ordered the pilot snatching the blaster pistol from his belt. He then took aim at the monster in the backseat who was shooting at his troopers and throwing electrical weapons at his troopers. He shot four times and then ignited his light saber waiting for the monster to be taken down by his onslaught. He was there working as the commander of the police forces who had reported that a invincible creature had killed their squad. He smeared as the van with the two bountyhunters zoomed forward towards the roadblock full of troopers that he had setup. [member="Dargu"]
[member="Al Gorlock"]

 

[Al Gorlock]

He quickly climbed over to the wheel, gripping it tightly. He saw the roadblock, only increasing the pressure on the gas pedal. "MATE, YOU BEST GET IN 'ERE UNLESS YOU WANNA BE ROADKILL ON THAT ROAD, IMMA RUN THIS ROADBLOCK!" He shouted, laughing as the police at the roadblock tried to get him to slow down. He plowed through the roadblock, running down an officer down in the process. He continued to speed down the street, turning the steering wheel to the left.

The police speeder was just small enough to make it through. He couldn't stop himself from laughing as they continued to follow him. "They'll be beggin' ya for their life in a moment. Just lemme get to the landing port and we'll throw ourselves a ball!" He said joyfully, continuing to speed down the street. He finally made it to one of the docks, which was located high above the city.


He quickly pulled up to it, jamming on the breaks, just at the right moment. The speeder came to a halt, only inches away from falling. "Grab onto somethin' I got a very good plan, indeed!" He said, keeping his foot inches away from the bus. He slowly looked to the left, watching the police speeders flying towards them. As soon as the speeders were only an inch away, Al slammed on the gas, speeding out of the way. The remaining speeders did not have enough time to stop and quickly flew over the edge, all the officers were certainly going to die.

[member="Dargu"]