Oh, Great. It's you.

[Sarge Potteiger]

The Rodian was getting up, two were down for the moment. That left two more up if the sounds he'd heard were correct. Standing up behind the counter and bringing the holdout pistol to bear, he pumped another round into the Rodian to keep him down and put one shot each into the two remaining posse members.

She was close enough to handle them once they were knocked around by the bullets. He had to reload soon, though. Two bullets left. Not good. But little Miss Monroe seemed intent on knocking folk around pretty solidly, so thankfully his unarmored self didn't need to worry about much.

He sincerely didn't want to have to use his saber.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia blinked hard, the light slowly fading from her eyes, leaving spots in her vision. Preacher's actions gave her a breif moment of respite, and she rubbed her eyes and shook her head slightly. She could make out shapes, that was enough. Another blaster bolt slammed into her forearm. "Aww come one, you not worked out that that doesn't work?!" she goaded. There was a clatter as a pistol hit the floor and the distinct hiss of a blade being drawn. Mia smirked and turned to face the man as he rushed at her with a vibroknife.

Her palm flashed upwards to deflect a slash to her face, the blade cut through synthskin and found itself tickling beskar bones. A punch to the gut, doubled him over and she closed her hand about the blade and yanked it from his hand to slam the hilt against his temple. Another one down. The knife spun in her hand as she tested its weight, before sending it sailing to pin the final ones hand to the floor boards as he reached for his gun. He screamed, only to be silenced when her boot connected with his head.

She moved back to the bar, and rested her forearms on it. "Preacher, I can't see shid. Pour me a drink will you."

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[Sarge Potteiger]

He lowered his pistol after the last two shots, setting it on it's side on the counter with the safety on. Law enforcement would be here shortly, as would the med crews - and they'd likely need to be interviewed about what happened here and why.

But until then... sure, he could pour her a drink.

Grabbing her a new glass and setting it on the counter (the other was shattered on the floor to his right), he hefted the bottle she'd taken earlier and poured her a hefty measure of liquid painkiller. Smirking a little, he shook his head and chuckled. "Thank the stars you don't need armor."

He'd have been here a lot longer since he was trying not to, ya know, lose his chest cavity to a stray blaster bolt. "Glass is in front of you." He adds, tapping a finger next to it so she could hear it's location.

Eyeing her synthetic hand, he debated asking... then decided against it. "Law should be here shortly, I imagine."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"Give me beskar'gam over that any day. Tutaminis can allow you to walk through fire, stop a lightsaber and let you take a blasterbolt to the face. It does not, on the other hand, stop a slug or a knife. Today was a good day, I guess." She touched the palm of her hand where the synthflesh was split and then flexed her fingers. The servos seemed to be working fine. Just a flesh wound, so to speak.

Her other hand found the glass easy enough and she took a gulp and remained silent and contemplative for a moment, her vision slowly returning. "Oh goody." she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "The most corrupt law enforcement coming to question a Jedi and a Mandalorian who just took out five of their civilians. Something tells me we shouldn't be here when they arrive."

"Look at the state of this place!" Mia had forgotton about the barkeeper. "You bastards! Look at it!" Mia looked round spots still disrupting her vision.

She dug into her pocket and produced two credit chips and sat them on the bartop. "What mess?" she asked innocently.

"I'm just being dramatic, its not that bad. I'll remember your faces and I can tell you that-"

Mia sighed and laid two more on the table.

"I'm sorry who are you?"

Grinning she inclined her head towards the door. "Shall we?"

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[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge waved the barkeep away and put some credits on the counter, ostensibly for repairs. Giving a nod of his head to Mia, he exhaled slowly and stuck the holdout back into the holster he'd pulled it from. "Let's get right the kark out of here."

Didn't need to tell him twice.

"I trust you've somewhere to go." He adds, hopping over the counter.

He gave a faint bow to the 'tender as he passed. "My apologies." And then he stepped out onto the bustling street.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

"I've got a ship in orbit." she replied snatching the bottle she'd purchased and following Preacher out "shuttle's in the spaceport, but I'm not inclined to turn tail completely." They made their way up the busy street as the distant noise of sirens began to fill the air.

"What about you?" she asked as they reached the streets end, coming to a halt. Mia glanced back down as enforcement speeders parked outside the bar. "Your armour isn't going to be ready just yet." she lifted and shook the bottle at him "Don't let me drink this on my own, jetii."

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