Jail Break

[Nej Tane]

Nej continued to tumble with the stocky little man on his back, before he threw him violently off his shoulders. The man tumbled to the ground, and Nej had had enough. Nej was a brutal brawler in fights, he did not rely on technique rather than instinct, and right now- his instinct was to curb stomp the little man. There was a sickening crunch as like, every part of his face went crunch. Probably killed him, may or may not have. Didn't matter. The other few smugglers that came in turned and saw Nej, standing over their maybe dead friend. Nej glanced at them, and smiled sheepishly.


And then did something dumb.

He pulled out his gun. It was nice looking slugthrower, and whatever personal shields that the smugglers might have been wearing wouldn't count for a baby's uncle with this thing. It was semi-automatic, and fired like a bat out of hell if he needed it to. He spun around, making the other thugs back up, out of the fear of getting shot. He made his way over to the booth, and looked at the other Smugglers Alliance people. He leveled the slugthrower with ugly son of a queen [member="Darulon Toga"]'s face parts, right where his brains would be. Nej was good with it, anyone who watched him take it out probably would have guessed that. He didn't flinch, and he didn't take his eyes off Asan.

"So tell me, who the hell are these people, why did that little midget attack me, and what the hell is this guy doing. Certainly not any of my friends."

Nej was the 'ride or die' kind of friend. Vibroknuckles and blasters on some ugly butt-faced alien didn't strike him as the guy who was the conversational type. He stayed still, waiting patiently. If the alien made a move, boom. If he felt someone hit him, boom.

BOOM GOES THE BRAINS.

 

[Darulon Toga]

When Darulon saw the over-dressed man draw his gun, he did the one thing he had been taught to do in a situation like this, he drew his own blasters. He took a step away from the booth, leveling his left blaster at the man in the booth ([member="Davik Tren"]), while aiming the other, vibro-knuckler still around his right knuckles, at [member="Nej Tane"]. The man approached, his weapon aimed squarely at Darulon's head. Not good...not good... The man stopped a few paces away, and for a moment, they just stared at one another. This was Darulon's first stand-off, and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't entirely sure what to do. Fortunately for him, the stranger spoke first.

"So tell me, who the hell are these people, why did that little midget attack me, and what the hell is this guy doing. Certainly not any of my friends."

Darulon's brow furrowed with confusion. What? Is this guy on spice or something? He had to think if he was going to get out of this. He wondered briefly what Renci would do, but the answer came to him quickly. Probably just bash the guy's brains in. Darulon sighed internally, he had to do something if he didn't want a sever case of lead poisoning.

"Look pal, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I have no idea who those guys are..." Darulon took a small step further away from the booth and towards the general seating, putting some more distance between himself and the psycho. "...All I know is that a man by the name of Asan Neet is here tonight, and that my friend has business with him... That's all." He took one more tiny step. "So how about we put our guns' down and settle this like...."

Darulon never got the chance finish his statement. A shot rang out over in the direction of the private section, followed by a loud crashing sound, and that was all the reason he needed to knock the closest table over and dive behind it.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb had to admit he was enjoying himself more than he thought he would be. He enjoyed life aboard the Lost Cause, sure, it had been the first stable home he'd had in a long time. But he didn't feel particularly useful while on the ship. Corvetta was the pilot, Davik operated communications while typically serving as co-pilot, and Kohai kept the whole ship running, leaving Robb with the job of heavy lifting, occasionally cooking, and providing "security".

But here, on the ground, he could actually make a difference on the job. Putting Asan on edge without so much as a word made him feel useful again, and the fact that Kairon had apparently followed his lead made it even more fun.

A series of shouting erupted from outside the private area, and Robb turned his attention away from Asan for the first time since sitting down. Some kind of trouble was brewing out there, and it sounded like the violent kind of trouble. My kind of trouble...I should probably take a look. He stood up abruptly, the bottle of whiskey still grasped firmly in his left hand. He spoke without looking at either Asan or Kairon, his gaze was locked on the entrance to the private section. "I'm going to find out what's happening out there, I trust you two can play nice without me." It always amazed Robb how quickly he was able to abandon his bumbling demeanor when his blood was up, and when women weren't around.

Robb walked off without waiting for a reply, he trusted Kairon to get the job done, his reputation preceded him after all. But as Robb neared the entrence to the private section, he heard something that made him stop. He had a bad feeling as he neared the door and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand upright. That was when the neckless doorman moved to address some kind of threat.

"The entire section is reserved for...URGK...AHHH!"

Robb assumed a solid stance, unclasped his holster's seal, and drew his weapon with his empty right hand in a fluid and practiced motion, while readying his whiskey bottle in the other. I guess you're coming to me.

[member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Darulon Toga"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Renci Selzen]

Renci approached the private section with what could only be described as enraged determination. I'm coming for you Asan...

The entrance was guarded by a large man, he was roughly the same height as Renci and had his share of brawn. The man turned his beady eyed stare her way as she neared his post, blocking the entrance with his massive frame as she drew near.

""The entire section is reserved for..."

GET OUT OF MY WAY! Renci didn't have time for this, she had an ex-client to kill. She walked straight up the man, and drove her armored fist into his heavy gut. The man sagged, bent over, and clutched his assaulted abdomen with a grunt.

"...URGK..."

Renci wasted no time finishing what she'd started. She grabbed the man's meaty head as he doubled over, and drove her armored knee-pad into his face, resulting in a loud *CRACK*. The force of the blow had practically flipped the man over, forcing him onto his back. Once the initial shock of the blow wore off, the man let out a pained scream.

"AHHH!...You queen! you broke my..."

Renci punctuated the man's whining with a pointed boot to the head. She didn't know whether she'd knocked the man out or killed him, and she didn't care. She stepped over the man's body and stalked off through the threshold of the private area.

Renci became immediately aware of two things as she stepped into the private section: That she'd finally found Asan Neet, and that a man was blocking her path. The man was shorter than Renci, though she found that most people shared that trait, and he appeared to have every intention of impeding her progress. He had a blaster gripped in one hand, and had a bottle of liquor in the other. His blue eyes met hers with a look that she could only describe as a calm determination. Renci instantly hated that look, Asan could wait, she had to teach this one a lesson.

They stared at one another a moment longer, then she charged him. He raised his blaster quickly, if he'd been just a hair faster he'd probably have shot her too. But she'd moved too fast for him. She closed the gap and slapped the blaster from the man's hand, firing a shot off in the direction of the ceiling. Then her face erupted in pain.

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Darulon Toga"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb was taken momentarily off balance as the assailant knocked his blaster from his grip. She's karking quick! He used the momentum of her blow to spin himself clockwise, smashing the whiskey bottle across her tattooed face, making her pause in turn. She staggered briefly, wiped blood away from a cut across her right cheek, and charged again. If anything the blow had only made her angrier.

She swung at Robb's face with a wild haymaker, missing only by a few millimeters as he ducked the blow. He fell into a crouch as he ducked, wrapped his arms around her left knee, and pulled up with all his might, bending it, and bringing her down to his level. Without a moment's pause he barreled into her armored chest with his shoulder as she fell, knocking her onto her back. The blow made his shoulder sing but he ignored the pain, using his momentum throw a diving punch her way.

Her speed surprised him yet again. She had used the momentum of his charge to roll back, bring her legs up underneath him, and propel him over her, mid-punch. Robb was sent flying through the threshold, landing hard in the common area of the bar, not far from the neck-less guard. He rose groggily, shaking his head to ward off the fogginess. His respite proved to be short lived. He recovered from his fall just in time to catch his horned assailant charging him yet again. He readied himself, raising his fists and bending his knees. Oh, I needed this.

[member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Darulon Toga"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Kairon Rees]

"Was that a shot?" Agent Nihaal asked.

"Sounded like it to me!"

"Fan-fething-tastic" he replied, a broad smile crossing his face. Finally something interesting was happening. A bust, arrests, interrogations. Blessed relief from the endless nights of observation.

"Call it in, I want all exits covered. Let's pin something on that slippery old bastard."

 

[Kairon Rees]

"And where do you think you're going?" Kairon asked as Asan started to stand. The old man smiled thinly and started to reply, but something in those eyes chilled him to the bone. Ever so slowly Kairon placed his shard of glass on the table before him. "We have negotiations to complete," he said.

Asan sat down, his hands visibly shaking. "Fine, the payment..."

"Is too low," Kairon replied. "By at least forty percent. I can see the profit you'll pull on this, and a simple risk calculation shows its all on us." Kairon spoke calmly, in a professional manner, but as the same time he upended Robb's empty chair and snapped the leg off.

"Maybe we should conclude... "

"My colleague seems to have it in hand," Kairon replied. He ruthlessly tore the sleeve from his jacket.

"He looks like this might be more than he can handle... "

"All the more reason to finish our business quickly," Kairon responded. He started the pull a strip of fabric and wrap it around the knife.

"Fine, I can't go any higher than twenty higher than... " Asan started, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.

"Thirty five," Kairon retorted. He pulled the wrap tight, finishing his makeshift weapon.

"Twenty five," Asan replied.

"Thirty, no lower or we can stay here and find out just how much you've pissed these guys off," Kairon slid the remains of his jacket off, exposing his well muscled arms. If he was going to have to fight, he would need to move.

Asan's eyes went straight to his arms. The scars... Why does he have so many? he thought. "Thirty" he agreed hastily without even doing the arithmetic. If he didn't make the profit he wanted on this job, it was a small exchange for his life.

"Done," Kairon said. He got to his feet, holding the weapon far too deftly for a supposed businessman. His right hand shot out.

Asan shook it delicately, eyes focused on the largest scar that ran the length of his forearm.

Asan started to make for the back door. Kairon turned to see how Robb was getting on. Once dance was done, another was about to begin.

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

"What the frak, bucko?" Corvetta exclaimed as [member="Nej Tane"] went for the 'easy' solution to problems. And no one yet had any idea if the Aqualish was a problem or not. He was ugly, sure, and Corvetta had initially been a little concerned when he approached them. But he seemed friendly enough now. Though it was interesting that he was inquiring about that Asan guy...

Someone was causing quite a commotion in the background and distracted them from the present situation of point-zero target practice. The butch woman. Big surprise. Suddenly, the entire bar rang from the sound of blaster fire, and Corvetta had no idea where the female Zabrak had gone. She did not like that. "Frak," she cursed, per usual. "Guys, I think Killer might need some help." A little shaky, the pilot clambered over her blond buddy, still holding on to an emptied shot glass. Touching down on the floor, Corvetta rushed like an AT-ST towards the entrance to the private room she had seen Robb enter. He was still there. That was the good news. The bad news was that he and Crazy Zabrak were in the process of sending each other to the hospital. Not cool.

Vesil Salvo had instructed his daughter how to fight in close-quarter combat, just in case they ever had to deal with pirates on their cargo runs. However, the strategies and attacks she had been taught were intended for fighting in the constricted spaces of a starship, where one could use the walls and ceilings as leverage. Her style was not exactly suited for the more open rooms of a tavern, and her small size was not exactly optimal for dealing out damage. Oh, and she was tipsy.

Creeping up behind the tall woman, the short pilot girl aimed a cross-body punch at the small of her back. Ooooooouchh... "Banshee!" Hopefully she would still be awake by the end of this ordeal.

[member="Renci Selzen"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Renci Selzen]

Having flung her opponent over her and into the bar proper, Renci used the momentum to follow through with her maneuver, somersaulted backwards, and landed on her feet. She rose to her full height and turned to face the interloper, who was himself rising, albeit groggily, to his feet. Renci was out of patience with the man, she was going to finish this, now.

She charged him again with a snarl, just as he finished recovering from his fall. She was just steps away when he dropped into a fighting stance, but Renci didn't care whether he was ready or not, she just wanted to wipe that calm look from his face.

She feinted a punch with her right hand, only to grab his trapezius (the muscle between your neck and shoulder) with her left. He tried to snake his leg behind hers, attempting to use her own weight against her as she rushed him. But she was ready for it, and blocked the attempt with her shin. He obviously knew the basics of how to fight larger opponents, but she had been fighting shorter men her entire life, and she never fell for the same trick twice.

She seized her opening, driving her fist into the man's cheek, once, twice, and third time before he shook her grasp. He staggered back a few steps, staring at the ground. He wiped the blood from the cuts on his cheek with back of his hand. Now we're even.

The fight was over, and they both knew it. Renci wasted no time pressing her advantage. She sent her dominant hand soaring toward his bloody cheek, putting all of her strength into the haymaker that would end this. She grinned madly, victory was as good as hers. Needless to say, she was more than little surprised when it was his blow that connected.

[member="Robb Killian"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb managed to shake the woman after she landed her third punch, his cheek, along with the left side of his jaw, was pounding, That's gonna leave a mark. He wiped the blood away from his battered cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on the ground. He focused on the pain and used it, forcing himself to remain calm, letting his instincts take over. Somewhere, on the edge of his senses, he was aware of her first plummeting towards his face yet again.

He ducked the blow before it could further demolish his already bruised face, letting it sail safely overhead as he brought his sore right shoulder towards the pit of her outstretched arm, getting in as close as he could, until it was draped lightly over his shoulders. He kept spinning, until his back was to her, and it was in that moment that he seized the opening, driving his left elbow into her face, hard.

The woman grunted and was driven back a step by the force of his elbow, blood oozing from between her fingers as she clutched her nose, giving him time to face her once again.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Renci Selzen]

Renci roared in outrage as pain filled her senses, threatening to drown out her anger. She glared at her opponent, yellow eyes ablaze as she seethed with hatred. YOU'RE DEAD.

She moved her gauntleted hand away from her bloody nose and exhaled, the air squeaking its way out of her battered nostrils. She made to draw her blaster when someone hit her from behind, bending her ever so slightly backwards. She turned her head, and her rage, toward the new challenger. This small young woman dared to intervene in her fun? No matter, she could deal with multiple opponents.

Renci made to swat the woman away. You're next!

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb's eyes widened with shock when Corvetta appeared behind his opponent. 'Corvy'?! What're you... But he didn't have time to finish his thought. His friend had punched the Zabrak in the small of her back, bending the woman backward ever so slightly. The Zabrak was turning to deal with Corvetta, apparently forgetting about Robb for the moment. It wasn't much of an opening, but it was enough.

Robb lept at the woman, using the thrusters on his boots to give him some extra momentum, and threw his best over-hand punch into the Zabrak's exposed jaw. The force of the blow knocked the woman back, and together they tumbled as the momentum of Robb's leap carried him into her, and carried them both to the ground.

Robb rolled away from his opponent, and crouched beside her. When he saw that she was making to draw her blaster he quickly removed his knife from the sheath on his right boot and pressed it against her throat. He glared down at the Zabrak, and she glared back in kind.

He removed her blaster from it's holster and tossed it away. "No one karking messes with my crew," he growled through clenched teeth. Then, just for a moment, he thought about killing her. It'd be so...easy...

He pressed the edge of his knife a hair's width closer to her throat, causing his downed opponent to pull away, ever so slightly. A bead a crimson blood flowed down the length of the blade, dripping further down her neck. His hands trembled as adrenaline coursed through his veins. His heartbeat hammered in his head, drowning out all other sounds.

His blue eyes remained deadlocked with the woman's yellow ones, as fiercely as if they were still fighting. They were in their own world, the two of them, both painfully aware that her life was in his hands. Robb had forgotten how much he loved the rush, how much he missed the violence.

[member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"]

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik watched as their pilot ran off down to the more private section only to disappear just as quickly behind the door that lead into it. The young smuggler was nearly as quick to follow, though he was sure to grab his drink. If Robb was in trouble, he had no intention of staying settled into the booth, just didn't seem right.

With blaster drawn in one hand, and a now half empty shot glass in the other, he emerged onto that familiar figure pinning a heavily beaten Zabrak to the ground. Apparently a lot had gone on in his absence. Dropping his drink, he went back to the door and beckoned K to get in the room.


"You didn't tell me you were going to find a fight, Killer! And you finished it without us?"

Davik gave a loose smile down to Robb, though he doubted he would look up. It was quite clear that their crewman was in a deep concentration with this girl. He looked as though he was going to gut her! With a bit of caution, he made his own way over and held the blaster to the girl's head.




[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Renci Selzen"]

 

[Nej Tane]

[member="Darulon Toga"]v dived behind a table when Nej turned to look at the noise. Damn it! Looking! Distractions! Nej however, wasn't distracted for too long as it wasn't a pair of boobs or money, and looked at the table the ugly butt-faced alien was hiding behind. He looked at the table blankly for a moment, before pulling the trigger on his slugthrower. HA! Slugthrowers tended to go through stuff a lot better than blasters. Reason number sixteen to carry a slugthrower. Reason number five, was reliability. He slid on the ground, and smirked.

"I take it you're not one of my friends, huh?"

The slugthrower was loud, really, really loud. Hopefully nobody heard it.


But the police outside probably did.


Whoopsies.

 

[Darulon Toga]

Darulon flinched as one of the pyscho's slug's punched its' way through the upturned table, not two inches from his head. FRAK! He gripped his blasters for dear life, this guy was apparently dead-set on fighting, and Renci had NOT taught Darulon to die like an Akk Dog.

The table moved closer as his assailant leaned against the opposite side. "I take it you're not one of my friends, huh?"

Is this guy for real?! Darulon nudged the table back toward the psycho. "Awful hard to be friendly when a man pulls a gun on you." Darulon was running out of options, he could fight, but the odds were already against him. This guy had friends, and Darulon's were nowhere to be seen. Where the hell is Renci? Where the hell is [member="Vell"]?

If Asan Neet was indeed here, Vell would have to be nearby, at least that's what Renci had said. Surely he would provide assistance. Darulon holstered the blaster in his left hand and reached into his vest for his commlink. He keyed Vell's private channel, and whispered into the transmitter. <Vell? Vell, I need backup at the Tipsy Sailor, I don't know what happened to Renci.> Darulon paused to wipe some sweat away from his brow with the back of his hand before continuing. Vell might need a push... <Asan Neet is here. Please, help.>

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Renci Selzen"]

 

[Kohai Drenn]

It was time to move! This barfight was a quickly devolving into a gunfight, and Kohai was way too close to all the noise. Vaulting over her table, the blonde skirted the escalating brawl, making her way across the establishment to hook back up with her crew.

Kohai got to Corvetta first, putting a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "We're gonna wanna be outta this place soon. CorSec'll definitely be on their way."

She made eye contact with Davik and Robb to make sure they'd heard her as well. The two of them were in a very compromising position, and this little mess wouldn't look good at all to the authorities.

[member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Darulon Toga"] [member="Nej Tane"]

 

[Vell]

From his vantage point, Vell had a good line of sight on the entrance to the Tipsy Sailor. The vacant apartment had provided a good safe-house the past few days. He had been tracking Asan Neet for a few weeks now, and though he hated to admit it, the man was proving difficult to catch. But he had finally tracked the slippery bastard to the Tipsy Sailor, the first constant in a sea of variables that this hunt had provided.

He had watched, from the shadows, as [member="Renci Selzen"] had met with his mark the night before to discuss a job. He had also been watching the night before that, as Neet had met with another group of degenerates. So he was hardly surprised when a third group had convened to meet with the man, and even less so than when both the first group, as well as Renci, accompanied by her latest protege; [member="Darulon Toga"], had returned to confront Neet for his treachery. After all, Vell had been the one to tip them off on his mark's double-dealings.

He had listened, through the various bugs he had planted within the establishment, as Neet had lied and wormed his way through his dealings. He had listened to the undercover CorSec officers as well, from their perch in the apartment just below his, as they too surveyed his quarry. They had been watching Neet for longer than even Vell had been, and would never have even gotten this close, if not for his anonymous tip. So when the fighting began and the gunshots erupted, Vell heard it all in stereo, and everything was proceeding as he had planned. CorSec would be on their way soon, ready to arrest those foolish enough to stand between Vell and his quarry. From there Asan would go underground, to some secret place where no one could find him, dead or alive.

Vell was still watching, still listening, and still waiting, when his commlink buzzed on his belt. He was puzzled, not many people had access to his private line. Unfortunately two of them were in the Tipsy Sailor.

Sure enough, it was Darulon. <Vell? Vell, I need backup at the Tipsy Sailor, I don't know what happened to Renci...Asan Neet is here. Please, help.>

This interruption annoyed Vell, the fact that the little bastard assumed that Vell was ignorant of Neet's whereabouts was insulting. Even worse, the bumbling Aqualish should not have known that Vell was nearby. That meant that Renci must have made note of him at some point, and that meant that he had been sloppy. Vell hated being sloppy. And worse yet, the alien had used his name. What if CorSec had been listening? It was a rookie mistake, and rookie mistakes got you killed. Apparently Renci had not gotten anything useful into the moron's four-eyed skull.

Still though, his plans had little room for more variables, so he had to handle this one of two ways: He could maintain radio silence and leave the fools to their fate, or he could lend them aid in exchange for additional support should things go wrong down the line. Vell reluctantly decided on the latter, there was no sense burning bridges, no matter how much they bothered him.

Hey keyed his response into the comm, sending the encrypted message straight to Darulon's commlink. <CorSec en route. Response time: three-minutes. Back exit clear, for now. Sending rendezvous coordinates. Move now.>

Vell shook his head in disgust, with himself as well as the fools he found himself surrounded by. Even after all his work, and all his planning, he still had not accounted for all the variables. He had been sloppy, and Vell hated being sloppy.

 

[Darulon Toga]

Darulon's commlink pinged not thirty seconds after he'd called Vell. <CorSec en route. Response time: three minutes. Back exit clear, for now. Sending rendezvous coordinates. Move now.>

Darulon looked across the room towards the bar's emergency exit, if he moved now he'd surely make it. All he had to do was distract the maniac on the opposite end of the table long enough to make it too the door. What do I do? What do I do?....Frak it, sorry Renci.

Darulon took a deep breath, shoved the table at his attacker with all of his might, and made a bolt for the back door. He reached the door faster than he'd thought possible, he shouldered his way through the heavy metal and into to the darkness of the alley beyond. He took one last look over his shoulder, hoping to see Renci, only to be disappointed. I'm sorry.

And with that the young Aqualish darted off into the night, hoping to the powers that be that Vell would be at the rendezvous.

[member="Vell"] [member="Renci Selzen"]

 

[Nej Tane]

[member="Darulon Toga"] was an nerf herder. Nej responded by shrugging, and was about to shoot the guy when HABLABHABHABHABHBHURGGKGKGKG he fell on his face. Something impacted his shins, and sent him a flyin' into the air. He slammed into the floor hard- and looked around. He reached for his gun, though. And then caught the guy bolting out the door.

"Well if I'm a maniac, you're a dick!"

Nej sighed. He was unaware of the possibility of Corsec coming after them. He brushed off his shirt, glancing around. He was hoping that his friends were alright. Sort of. He could have sworn he heard something outside, but just chalked it up to the adrenaline. He checked his slugthrower- he had a healthy sized clip left, along with the several he carried with him. He sighed, and sat down at the bar stool. He'd have about two minutes to rest before Corsec got there. Self defense, right?

@Vell @Kohai Drenn [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Renci Selzen]

Renci was beaten, no matter how badly the idea tasted, she had to admit it. It was a hard fact to deny with a knife to your throat. Her opponent remained still, trembling with adrenaline, the right side of his face bruised and bloody from their brawl. His face wasn't far from hers, no more than a few inches, nothing between them but a knife and air. She could feel the weight of him atop her and that only made her angrier. Get. Off. Me.

He just sat there, staring at her with that strange look in his eyes. Just then, he pressed the knife against her neck with increased force. Not hard enough to kill, but just hard enough to draw blood. She craned her neck further to get away from the blade, gritting her teeth in her mounting frustration. What's he waiting for?! Karking get on with it! She glared at him with as much menace and hate as she could muster, daring him to do it. That was when they were interrupted.

"You didn't tell me you were going to find a fight, Killer! And you finished it without us?"


Killer? That's a laugh. This karking... Her train of thought was interrupted when she noticed a blaster aimed at her head. The last thing Renci needed to improve her already dour mood was more weapons in her face. She was sick of this, maybe if she egged her captor on he'd end her humiliation here and now. She offered her assailant a wild grin, showing two rows of perfect, if yellowish, teeth. "Either kiss me or kill me, because your breath is torture."

[member="Robb Killian"] [member="Davik Tren"]