Orrazerus Blitz [Red Ravens Dominion of Orrazerus]

[RC 212]

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Location: Above the Bar in the suites
Objective: Kill the Raven scum!

"Master some one has executed Komach!"

"RAAAWWWWWRRRRR"

A hutt voice boomed so loud that everyone backed up in a full semi circle as his rage was unleashed. Komach had been an important asset, a right hand man. now that the other warlords would find out he was dead, he would be ruined. The warlords all were kept in line by komach and the promise that they would not be harmed or ripped off under Barbosas wtachfull eye.

"Revenge! Kill them all, but bring me one too!"

Location: The bar

The bar lit up suddenly as mercenary’s dropped orange flares into the crowds. they had received their orders and at once the place lit up. Flashbangs detonated along the edges of the room in blinding white flashes as smoke filled the area. The bartender went for his scatter gun pumping blasts into the crowd.

From the corners and edge of the room the mercs hired by Barbosa began to fire their rifles and stun guns into the crowds.

Outside the bounty hunters kicked the door open flooding in with stun nets and letting loose, hoping to catch some quarry before they were all killed.

 

[Cryax Bane]

So Keira Ticon was Force sensitive. That explained how she knew about his little killing spree. He was about to tell her to keep it under wraps, but then he felt Anastasia tense up.

Of course, she'd noticed that his hands were slick with blood. She was a Mandalorian warrior who was familiar with its scent. He hastily wiped his hands on his pants. But how to answer her question about where he'd learned to gut a man.

"I saw Colap do that to a prison guard on Kessel." He murmured to Ana apprehensively, still unsure how she'd react to this development. Since Cryax's imprisonment on Kessel, there was a latent rage simmering inside him, just knocking on his nervous system, ready to come out to play. He was shocked at how much he actually enjoyed killing Komach.

Then suddenly orange light flared as the room exploded into chaos. Blaster fire, stun guns, the whole nine yards. It was almost as if killing Komach set some massive wheels in motion.

"Frell! Take cover!" he shouted. Anastasia was the only thing on his mind now. As the Chiss covered her with his body to protect her, he felt the sting of a stun gun in his abdomen and fell crumpling to the floor.

[member="Barbosa The Hut"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="io eyeballs"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Alaina Moxla"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Sensing the ill intent of the ambushers as the trap was sprung. The Sith called out a warning before spinning g his cloak to protect his companion and himself as the light flickered on, The explosions were muted by the thick material, as Daxton projected a Force shell around himself, the collapsing Chiss and the woman,

Laughing softly he said, "Looks like we have party crashers. Shall we see who gets a higher body count?" Witho waiting for her reply her flipped his knife end over end to sink it into the eye of an charging bounty hunter.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

He always seemed like such a sweetheart so this turn was shocking. Ana didn't think that he had that in him to be assassin like but it seemed he did. He had been captured and that could have changed him. If he wanted to talk about it, she was always here for him. She had told him that before.

She had a knife but that was no match for a blaster but she was quite resourceful. Ana could figure out a way to get one of the blaster or just use her force powers to get them out of here.

Reaching for her knife she suddenly found herself covered by Cryax who than crumbled to the floor as she went to stab the man with the stun gun in the neck with her knife. Normally she wouldn't stab someone in the back but she didn't have time for this bar fight. She needed to get Cryax out of here.

Jumping up from her seat she took off her heals and threw one at the mercs who were flooding the bar headed her way. The heels would have just slowed her down anyway.

Kneeling down she scooped up Cryax whom was on the floor and began to scan the room for a way out of there.

[member="Barbosa The Hut"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cambry Owens]

[Deleted]​

 

[Alaina Merrill]

[member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Not know what was going on first was total blackness. All knowing that the muffle sounds coming from this one cloak. As soon as the cloak was lifted off came the real fun. Giving him a look over not saying a world as one of the hunter could kissed her if he wanted. Only she kissed him first with her blade. Twisted the knife in one gut then came to be using this one as a meat shield.

"Your on, there", as she moved to taking this one gun, he wasn't gong to need it any more. Beside it look better in her hands. As she let loose on those that would want to killed after all this turn into some party a kill or be killed.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Alaina Moxla"]

Laughing softly, Daxton raised two hands facing his foes before chanting rapidly under his breath. In mere seconds, a dark dust began to swirl and pour out of his sleeves accompanied by the buzzing whine. As the dust settled on nearby foes, their exposed skin began to blister and erupt in painful pustules. Collapsing by the dozens, the mouths were twisted in rictus of pain as poison coursed through their blood streams.

Once the spell was cast, three light sabers flew up from his belt and ignited in an ominous hum, before hovering near the still form of the Sith. "Run alongside now my pretties, while I am still in a good mood. Anyone who stays better be ready to meet their maker."

 

[Alaina Merrill]

Finishing working on her next thug that would like to spoil the part. What she thinking that had already been done. As she looked up only to have her mouth dropped open not to this one. Trying to figure out if it was the black death that came from his arms or that he now had not one but three lightsabers above him. Giving him one of those half bored look. Not wanting to give him all this wonder after all she wasn't like that.

"No I see this was all a set up, I don't have one of those fancy weapons you seem to have a muilt of there, oh the name is Alaina, oh yea you cheap, I have feeling." as she made her move on the next one by blocking with her forearm then going for a throat slash with the other. With speed she didn't feel was posable.

"You been toying with me the whole time, at less I"m not to poopoo face I can't fight and use my blade.", giving out a chuckle.

[member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Daxton Bane"][member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping," as he ducked under a charging merc upraised butt stock, only to get caught by glancing blow to the ribs when another enemy caught him with a tackle blow. Slamming both fists against the back of his enemy's skull twice before he was released, he quickly got to his feet and said, "Perhaps we should take this outside so we can have a bit more leg room."

[member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Alaina Merrill]

Grinning at him with a nod, "Yep, go any idea about how to get them out there.", as she did want to save the casinos as much as they could. This it came to her to how to get some to follow. as she grab at the nearest one. Putting the knife to his throat. "Your going to do me a little favor and call these fools out to the streets, and I may let you live.", as she give Bane a smirk upon her lips.

"As she started to drag him out towards the door.", as she heard him call some of the guys outwards not that he like to had a feeling that this one had some kind of boss men.

 

[The Upright Man]

[member="Barbosa The Hut"] | [member="Alaina Moxla"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Cambry Owens"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Cryax Bane"]

Prince Xao was from a relatively wealthy and noble family of his home planet. The Fallen ever rarely left their home planet, and little of their species was known. Much alike the Zeltrons, they were capable of manipulating and secreting pheromones from their body, but they were capable of taking this a step further. The intricacy of their biology was revered, but mostly unknown. It was a card up his sleeve he had used many a time, and now he was using it to manipulate himself into the folds of the Red Ravens. He didn't have any nefarious plans to destroy them, he simply liked power. Power and wealth. The Red Ravens could help him with this, and as he stood in the cantina, all hell broke lose. He felt a powerful hand reach out for his chest and shove him aside. A crimson lance of energy singed the air he had just been occupying. He fell back against the bar and saw his enforcer leap into the fray.

Sia was not just a simple human woman, and an assassin at that, she was a human replica droid. Her strength was boundless. Effortlessly she shoved aside her owner out of harms way with the speed and reflexes of a wild feline. Sia hurtled herself into the fray, moving for the nearest mercenary with a razor net. She grabbed him by the collar of his tunic and raised him above her head as though he weighed nothing more than a doll. She threw him, bowling him into a pair of mercenaries. They tumbled and collapsed onto the ground as their fellow slammed into them. "Strike," she said, gripping his fallen razor net and firing the gun at them, encapsulating them in its ferocious net.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[member="Alaina Moxla"] [member="Prince Xao"]

Lifting a burly mercenary using his force tentacles, he threw the man through the nearest window to land in an unconscious bloody heap outside. Leaping out through the newly created door, the Sith drew his emerald green blade, allowing to hiss to life as he mumbled a quick spell under his breath. In seconds, there were over a dozen identical images of Daxton outside, all waiting for the enemy to come them.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Objective: Ensure Raven survival and victory

Chiasa did not like physical confrontations. It just wasn't what she was best at. Which didn't mean she couldn't of course, it just meant she'd been happier before everything went FUBAR and she'd just been working the room pretending to drink while she pumped patrons for information and influenced how they felt about the Ravens. Chiasa was everyones friend when she wanted to be. She did have a discreet earbud, so she wasn't taken completely unaware when the lights went out, but the mercs busting in was, while expected, less than ideal. The Twi'lek did not have enhanced vision. She did however, have very good spatial awareness and the sense to use the blaster bolts light to get an idea of who was were.

Moving, the once-dancer cut a graceful figure, to any who could see, as she spun and dodged. Knocking weapons to throw off aim, tripping and shoving, skipping away when anyone drew too near. She had no intention of engaging if she could help it, but she was willing to harry for her fellow Ravens.

[member="Barbosa The Hut"] [member="GM Opposition."]

 

[Tengiz]

"Ha!"

The Nautolan threw her mug at an encroaching mercenary. It bounced off his head, damaging neither merc nor mug. It might at least have been a good distraction if she hadn't drank it all. Oh well! The girl moved to get up close and personal.

The mercenary aimed his blaster and pulled the trigger. If he hadn't been trying to be a hotshot, and going for a fancy headshot she likely would have died there and then. Sadly, or luckily in this case, the Nautolan did not handle alcohol well. She staggered as the floor tipped under her, the blaster bolt flying unnoticed over her left shoulder. She grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled herself upright as he moved to bunt her with the butt of the pistol. Or at least that's what she meant to do, and sort of did. She also managed to bring her forehead directly into his nose, and because he was tall and she was.. less so, at an upward angle, sending shards of cartilage and bone up into his brain.

The man crumpled over, dead.

The Nautolan, having managed to knock herself out, fell over backwards, like a plank. No sissy knee-bending before going down for her!

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"For the love of.."

The Twi'lek snarled, as one of the many blaster bolts illuminated one of the Ravens managing to incapacitate themselves. Sometimes the fact that almost anyone could become a Raven was not the best. Granted it was always good to have cannon fodder between yourself and any threats, but ideally they lasted a little longer in a fight!

A four inch stiletto heel met a throat in a kick that had originated on stage, but was handy enough in a brawl like this. Too flashy for a duel of course, if the other person was focused just on you it could be blocked easily, but when their hands were full of blaster and they were watching the big boys who were really racking up the body count, well, it did the trick. The blood had better wash off though, they were one of her favourite pairs of shoes. She'd decided she had to at least do better than the amateur laid out on the floor in this little firefight.

Sudden impact in the small of her back brought her to her hands and knees, looking behind her even as she fought for breath that had been driven from her body she saw some sort of hulking near humanoid with what looked like a modified sledgehammer raising it for a final blow. At least it had been a blunt weapon so she was still alive. A scowl graced her face as she realized the bruise that was going to form. Nobody marred her hide. Nobody.

A quick scissoring of her legs caught his and brought him toppling to the floor, in an instant she was on him. with a snarl and a lightning quick motion she brought two perfectly manicured fingers plunging down into his face. See how well he hit women with no eyes. She immediately rolled away rising to her feet and leaving the flailing man where he was. Whether he lived or not, he was out of the fight.

A look at Chiasas face would reveal that she was greatly vexed. A huge and painful bruise that would only get worse once it had time to rest and a completely ruined manicure. She was not impressed.

[member="Tengiz"]

 

[Tengiz]

A bolt of pain brought the Nautolan upright, or she tried to get upright anyway. Someone was standing on one of her headtressess, which explained the pain.

"Owowwowow! Geroff buddy!"

She whined, pushing at the merc in question. He had no time for her though, which was likely a good thing and was instead lining up his next shot. It was about that time a hulking humanoid barrelled into him causing him to step back cursing. The humanoid in question fell, wailing as he did.

"My eyes! My eyes! The schutta took my eyes!"

The eerie red light of the shots being taken illuminated his large gore streaked face and the empty sockets within it as he crawled nearer to Tengiz, who was frozen in horrified fascination. He suddenly jerked and fell backwards, the state of his face not improved by the smoking hole in his forehead. The merc he'd knocked into had either taken offence to his shot being ruined, or put him out of his misery. Tengiz didn't know which, and as she scooted on her butt further away from the body, she didn't much care.

She found herself on the other side of the line of mercs. Apparenly an unarmed Nautolan on the floor was not considered much of a threat. This was a great opportunity, if she could just get control of the urgent need to vomit she was currently experiencing. Who had taken that guys eyes out? That was like something they did in the holos. Totally yuck.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[RC 212]

Location: The bar floor.

[member="Tengiz"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Cryax Bane"]

Lisa snapped her goggles down into place as the chaos flared and crouched low. Her world lit up in a green hue and her adept hands raised the sniper rifle in the darkness taking aim. A silent grace adorned her movements as the darkside began to churn and rage around her. Blood and gore made the floor boards slick as bottles exploded and the place was abuzz with shots criss crossing everywhere.

PFFT
PFFT

Two fifty cal slugs ripped through their target, marked only by a small puff of smoke from the end of her silencer. The merc went down hard, brains and skull splashing in a sickening torrent towards the crowd. The savage beast inside her roared and she roared with it, dropping the rifle to its sling and holding her hands up wide.

She drank in the darkness, the feeling of the mans life ebbing in the force empowered her and a scream of rage erupted from the small woman. The darkness took her full fold, arcing between her hands as they remained in a high stance. The shattered glass and random debris of the room rose in unison, spinning round and round in a tidal wave of raw force telepathy.

Her head tilted down, purple black light emanating from her eyes through the goggles.....

"Prepare to die scum!"

The force propelled missiles then fell upon their targets, spinning uncontrollably about the room and killing with their sheer impact. Glass shreded tendons and flesh, chairs and tables flipped, trapping others....

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

When Diego Ticon had heard that his relatives were kicking ass and taking names for the Red Ravens on Orrazerus, he knew he had to join in on the fun. So the young Ticon Jedi snuck out of the Jedi Academy on Ossus in the middle of the night and grabbed a shuttle to the Outer Rim planet. No one knew he had left, least of all his Master Corvus Raaf with whom he was already skating on thin ice. Armed with a carbine blaster rifle, a hunting knife, and his trademark electro whip, Diego checked his Datapad for the club's location. Yep, this was the place. He cracked his knuckles and went inside.

Apparently there was much fun to be had as the entire nightclub had erupted into complete chaos. The lights were out, blaster fire shouts of "Utinni!" rang out in the darkness, and stun-nets were flying. Diego immediately launched into a barrel roll and took cover behind an overturned table. Not one to be left out of the party, he unholstered his whip and with a flick of his wrist, sent it cracking towards an Orrazerus warlord who was just about to stab the prone Cryax Bane with a vibroknife. The tail unfurled and coiled around the Trandoshan's leg. As electricity coursed through the warlord's body, he flicked a switch and the whip started reeling the man in, like a fish on a line. Once the man was close enough, Diego pounced and straddled his chest, savagely severing the man's jugular vein with his hunting knife. "And stay down." he muttered, flicking his eyes around in the darked room for someone else who wanted to party.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Diego Ticon"]

The oment Diego stepped in Lisa felt him. As her Telekenetic storm of debriss cut down a circle twenty feet in diameter around her she for the first time in many years summoned her sabers to her hands. No one had seen Lisa with a saber as her forte was force applications, but now she found it a neccessary eveil.

As the crowds combat intensified she leapt high into the air, running across the heads and shoulders of several Ravens and mercenaries to drop beside Diego. Twin neon green blades crackled to life and the familiar hum of the saber vibrated through the air. The bars inhabitants turned, recognizing the bright lights as a new target... and a dangerous one.

"Sup cousin, ready to slay some fools!"

On hand unclenched, saber between forefinger and thumb. A dark vortex of purplish black travelled upon lisas arm and through her palm, manifesting itself with a CRACK!

Purplish bolts of evil energy rent the air, searing like a storm into the crowd, splitting to smoke two mercs. They howled in pain and rage as the young woman poured her malice and cruelty into the attack, revelling in their pain....

 

[Dessh Ekwesh]

"You got it, girlie!" Diego said to [member="Lisa Ticon"], happy to hear his psycho-cousin's voice in the blackness. "Time to practice my Shii-Cho," he exclaimed to no one in particular, igniting his blue saber. The Jedi padawan was merely a beginner with the weapon, but that didn't matter, since he usually infused his teachings with his own brand of the street fighting moves he'd learned on Taris. His lightsaber illuminating the darkness for him, Diego first launched into a saarlac sweep, cutting a hapless warlord in half, and then whirled into a two-leg sweep on one of his henchmen. Once he'd knocked the alien to his feet, he plunged the lightsaber right into the man's midsection and cut his torso sideways. Black guts spilled out onto the floor like primordial ooze.

"Where are ya, Keira?" he shouted through the rucus. He knew his little sister was around her somewhere, too. And for the sake of those left alive in the room, he hoped that [member="Keira Ticon"] was in one piece. Otherwise he was going to murder every last warlord in the club.