One Scoundrel to Another

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk dove to the side as the cantina erupted into a fight. Maybe it wasn't a tail after all. He kicked the table, sending it thudding to the side as cover. Hardly a good start for a job. Convenient, perhaps. It should definitely push some of the more reluctant Hutts to his side, though. Thalassians attacking in force on a Hutt moon? It was almost an act of war. Easily enough to justify their temporary alliance. He ducked a vibroknife, and shot his hand forward for an open spear-strike to the throat. The thug went down, gurgling.
Dirk drew his blaster, sifting through the assailants, prioritizing the targets. He squeezed off three shots, making a few duck, and two crumple to the floor. He dove forward, cursing as a club caught him in the side, sending him sliding to the floor, pain shooting through his torso. He barely dodged a kick to the face, and struck out with his elbow.
"Go! I'll catch up!" He hauled himself up, and punched a Zabrak in the face, and cough as a knife slipped off his coat, unable to pierce the armor. Enough. Time to finish this. Pity he wasn't sure how.
@[member="Dyllaefi Cridu"] @[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

One minute they were going to celebrate their good fortune, then the next all hell broke out. Should've figured it was all too good to be true. Steele grabbed a bottle off the table next to them and crashed it over the head of a Zabrak who was charging the freighter captain, then used the chair she was sitting on to take care of another enraged bar patron. Someone grabbed the spirited Corellisi from behind, but the petite smuggler nimbly just elbowed them in the plexus while stomping on their foot with her heavy boot, then flipped them over her back crashing them onto a table that collapsed under their weight.

"I'm right behind you!" the dark-eyed brunette yelled back, then followed Dyll out of the cantina, tossing a flash bang behind her to cover their escape.

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time… I haven't had that much fun in a long while. Let's just not make this our mating ritual, huh?" Eliza quipped as they scrambled away.

@Dirk Ellerden @Dyllaefi Cridu

 

[Dirk Ellerden]

Dirk gave a cold laugh at that last quip. Correlians. Always the right time for a witty one liner and an elbow to a solar plexus. They nailed solar plexusesi pretty hard too. He knew that from experience. Correllian smugglers were always a doozy of a case. It was a tough job finding a pilot capable of chasing them down to hit them with an ion cannon. Not that he needed to be thinking about space battles right now. Blaster bolts were bouncing off his table.
He lunged to a side, firing off three quick shots before ducking behind another table. One more and he should manage to dive behind the bar. Then sprint to the door. Maybe set some liquors on fire as an improv grenade. Yes. That should work nicely. Assuming he didn't fried on the way to the bar. That typically happened after arrival at the bar. Not before. He gave another quiet laugh. Correllian wit was contagious apparently. He dove for it, biting back a curse a bolt scraped his leg, burning a hole in the pant leg, and a crease in his leg.
@[member="Eliza Steele"]