Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, THIEF

[Aristotle Tater]

Taris​

Lower Levels​

The Red Mynock​

Tate was entirely certain that things had gotten more tense across Taris since the mandalorians had rolled in. Oh, it wasn't just on them. But when you mixed an established underworld with a proud warrior culture things were bound to end up with friction and sparks flying. Taris was a good place for some of the less savory aspects to settle- people who liked to throw around the language and rep but really didn't quite live up to the codes they claimed they did. It didn't help that memory ran deep on Taris, and not everyone was good at letting go of the past.

It was only a matter of time, really then, until the pressure finally cracked and someone lit a spark.

Later, Tate couldn't have told you who had done it. Who had thrown the first punch, who had drawn their blaster.

What she did know was that at a bar right on the border between the territory of a local gang called the Fangs and a section being carved out by mandalorian interlopers without any particular good intentions, that spark lit a powder keg that took three days and a massive law enforcement engagement to quash.

If you had asked her who started it, she would have shrugged.

But if she were being hooooonest.

It was probably more than a little bit her fault.

It hadn't been on purpose. And really, it was already breaking down before that or just one little thing wouldn't have done it. But maybe she'd picked the wrong pocket. And MAYBE she'd planted that on someone else who kinda bugged her.

MAYBE.

*****

"LOOK I'M SORRY."

Tate yelled over the sound of blaster fire. Four of them were currently pinned down behind an upturned table in the bar, The Red Mynock.

"IF I HAD KNOWN MANDALORIAN WARS TARIS TAKE TWO WAS GONNA BREAK OUT HERE TODAY I WOULDN'T HAVE SUGGEST IT FOR A PINT OKAY?"

Tate went to peer over the edge of the table and dropped back down with a yelp as a stray blaster bolt (or maybe not so stray she could never tell) skipped off of the edge where her fingers had been a moment before.

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"] [member="Virgo Ovmar"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Kingsley Faraday"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"]

Within the pool of chaos and lots of gorram screeching there was at least one calm soul.

Thephina Knight, recently released from prison, was huddled against the table and trying not to poke anything out. It wasn't a great position for her. Theph didn't seem to mind all that much. She still had a tanker of ale in her hand. It seemed like a toy in her hand, but it was dried either way. "I AM NOT SURE WHY YOU ARE SORRYING," The woman screamed over the blaster fire. "AT LEAST THERE IS FREE BEER NOW." Strictly speaking it wasn't free. But people were too busy shooting and biting at one another, to protect their glasses.

That worked for her.

A lull in the blaster fire made the large woman stir though.

Snapping up, hands already around the legs of a nearby chair. She chucked it hard. Causing about four heads to shrink down behind the counter. "COME ON, WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY."

Jumping over the up-turned table and bullrushing their assailants. Over their (or her, if the others didn't follow, which was a distinct possibility) heads blaster shots still rang. Glasses thrown to and fro. Theph didn't give a chit. The adrenaline was raging through her veins. It took less than three breaths to reach the other side. Jump over it and crash into the huddle of mando'ade thugs nursing their cooling blasters.

Momentum was on her side.

She already squashed one of them against the wall by the time she got back on her feet.

 

[Zef Halo]

Yeah, Taris' been a stirring pot lately all thanks to those bucketheads. That's for sure. Heck, even the tense atmosphere could be felt in places such as these where you'd find yourself relaxing, having a game of pazaak and drinking booze till you sated your hunger. In all honesty, those three activities were all Virgo wanted to be doing today but no.

As the Great Galactic War waged all around the four misfits, Virgo found himself huddled near Thepina. Never had he felt as small to another human being as he had next to this massive titan forged of whey protein. For a moment the thug even wondered how did all four find cover behind the table with her size and how exactly was this table sustaining the punishment of blaster fire from everywhere.

Like seriously, someone was even punching the damn furniture with a heavy repeater.

who the heck brought a repeater in a bar, anyways?

Odd questions came to a halt as soon as the walking behemoth charged off from their position straight at the counter. Virgo was sure she'd just stomp right through it and turn to mush anything behind it but Thepina demonstrated atypical athleticism to her measures. With a few bolts fired from his own blaster pistol, Virgo followed whilst shouting:

"REMIND ME NEVER.

EVER.
TO FOLLOW YOUR SUGGESTIONS ON holoTripAdvisor AGAIN, TATER."

Ovmar skipped over the counter and accidentally landed right on top of a buckethead. The impact of his arse on top of the Made in SpaceChina helmet broke some apparently essential electronics and the man's head beneath it was fried.

"Yeah, I ain't ever putting any of these on my head."

He glanced at the armored figure smashed into a wall by Thepina.

"Or any of that beskar'gam, for that matter."

"bEsKaR bEsKaR, my arse."

If the grass looked greener on the other side (of the counter), it was brief.

Someone, somewhere, thought it's a good idea to start shelling the damn establishment.

"KARK ME, TATER."

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Aristotle Tater"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

 

[Elani Demaris]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Thephina Knight"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"]
​

She was a legend in the making, a hero of the modern war torn age, a veritable god made flesh. Nothing would stand in her way this time. Her heart was pure, her hand was steady andher aim was true. It was finally her time to shine. She just needed to reach out and seize her moment, to take the leap and show the galaxy the true supreme lea---

“Ahh, blast an’ dangit!” Kingsley cursed as the warra nut bounced off the bridge of nose, scattering off into the chaotic fray that was presently waging all around her. It seemed much like the third, the ninth attempt really wasn’t the charm either. It wasn’t her fault, mind. Those damn bucketheads kept jostling the table she was using as cover with their ruddy blaster bolts and micro-grenades. Just plain rude was what it was. Seriously, how was a girl supposed to eat with all that ruckus going on?

And now her complimentary nut bowl was empty! Could this day get any worse?

With an exaggerated sigh, she tossed the bowl aside, barely even noticing as it exploded into a dozen or so pieces as a blaster bolt took it mid-flight. A mess of dyed pink hair appearing around the edge of the opposite side of the table, dark eyes peering through the haze of blaster smoke and smoldering debris to try and catch the attention of the hulking figure currently tossing Mandalorian thugs around like dolls.

“Hey, Theph! Theeeeeephiiiiiinaaaaaaaaaa! Yoo-hoo! Can you ask that guy if he has any more nu---- ”

CRUNCH. CRACK. SCREAM.

“ ---- Oh, uh, nevermind, I guess. Carry on.”

It didn’t seem the Mandalorian would be up to answering questions anytime soon, especially where nuts were concerned. Tate had been on her to be more sensitive to the plight of others - and they didn’t get any more plighted than when Thepina got done with them.

Ugh.

She supposed that left her with the fourth and final member of their quartet for nut based salvation, currently hiding behind the bar while the Mandalorians tried to light them up like a Life Day tree. What was his first name again? Virga? Virghul? She knew it started with a V… Ah! That was it.

“Oy, Virgin! What about you, you holding on to any nuts over there?!”

 

[Aristotle Tater]

"I'M SAYING SORRY CAUSE-OH FORGET IT."

Theph was already gone and she was shouting into a momentary silence, entirely unnecessarily. It DID draw more attention though, so there was always that.

Feth.

"Honestly I dunno why any of you ever take my advice on anything," she grinned over at Virgo. This wasn't true. Tate had ideas. Often GREAT ideas. Like truly stellar things that grew from little kernals of impulse into something grand. Of course it was just as likely to end up with them running and getting their arses almost shot off. A mixed bag, really. Ideas from Tate were either spectacular or the worst thing ever, and there was almost never a way to tell in advance which one it actually was going to end up being. Often the ones that seemed the worst, the craziest, turned out the best- and it was the more mundane and boring like 'hey let's grab a pint' that ended up. Well.

This.

Tate let out a low whistle as Theph treated everyone in her way like paper dolls. The ZOT and sizzle behind the bar from.... honestly what Tate wasn't sure- she couldn't see and she considered that a genuinely small blessing- made her wince.

Crouching a little lower, she was about to make her own jump for it when she realized one of the people with them was a little focused on very other things.

"Kings- hey we gotta move gurl." Glancing down and over, grabbing her hand. "Come on can't count on those two to notice food when they got skulls to crack, but we'll swing through the kitchen and gank whatever they've got!"

Hauling taller girl behind her wasn't actually as easy as she'd assumed it would be, and the two ended up scrambling not particularly athletically over the bar. Tate let out a yelp as a shot sizzled right next to her knee and finished the job by half vaulting, half falling, into the space behind the bar. Fortunately by the time they got there, the other two had pretty much taken care of any resistance.

"Oh. Oh ew. What happened to hi- you know what, I don't wanna know."

Looking up from her crouch, she glanced around, noted the door and started crawling toward it. The sound of an explosion JUST OUTSIDE the front door sent her dropping completely to the floor and covering her head. The air seemed to suck straight out of the bar for a moment, the sound ringing loudly in her ears. As soon as the pressure subsided though, she got right back up and started crawling toward the kitchen again.

"KARK ME TATER"

"NO THANKS WE GOOD COMEONMOVE!"

Pushing that door open with her shoulder, she motioned for them all to get their arses in gear.

"There's a back door this way come ON."

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Virgo Ovmar"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"] | [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

Her boot smashed between the legs of the last Mandalorian.

They collapsed with a satisfying thunk.

Thephina looking down on them with an almost bored expression. "No nuts here, Faraday, sorry." Shouted over her shoulder, before crouching down next to the bodies. Mostly still alive. Though they'd probably wish they weren't come tomorrow morning. With expertise and deftness she started picking through their pockets. A few credit chits, knives, a pretty lighter that Theph pocketed absently.

"Don't ask, smart lady." To Tater as they rounded over the bar and joined together. It didn't take long, before Theph got a hold of a discarded blaster. She let out a whistle there, looking it up and down. Feeling the weight in her hand. "Mmm, this is a nice one."

Mandal-make, a Ripper, they were deadly in the right hands.

The stock had pearls in them, which made Theph snort. "What kind of Mandalorian covers their guns with pearls." Another kick at the Mandalorian. "You a girl?" The groan seemed very ambiguous about it. A shrug and Theph rose to join- KABLAM, BOOM BOOM. She did see Tater's mouth move. "Hey, you okay? Lost your voice?" Brows furrowed once she realized the screeching peeping noise came from inside her head.

And that Theph was actually shouting.

"What??"

But then they started running.

Through the kitchen, where the cooks and assistants were either huddled under the tables, or already trying to escape on their own. This entire thing was a gorram mess and that was the truth. Who was actually shelling a gorram bar in the middle of a busy district? Were they insane??

Just as they were about to reach the exit- three really REALLY large Mandalorians stepped through the doors with clubs at the ready.

They were shouting something. It was difficult to make out through the peeping though. Something like: freeze or the ladies get it. Which seemed entirely too much like a holo-show to take seriously. Queen of Hard Style didn't give a chit. As the others slowed down, Theph rushed past them and dashed into the first one. The collision causing them both to crash through the doors into the outside.

....even the alleys were crowded with fighting.

Mandalorian thugs versus regular thugs.

It was a gorram turf war.

"YOU KNOW HOW TO SHOW A GIRL A GOOD TIME, TATER. EXCELLENT BAR CHOICE!!" Still way too loud.

 

[Zef Halo]

Virgo followed Theph's smart idea of robbing the Mandalorian and found himself a rather neat vibrodagger. Whether it was beskar or no remained unknown. He really did not have the luxury to ponder over that, to be fair.

Not with the falling debris all over the bar, a glance back at the table they were earlier sat on showed him how karked up the situation was. It had turned into a small crater. Had they stood there a minute longer, they would have all turned to dust unless the monstrous large lady of their unorthodox band of outlaws had the ability to punch artillery shells back to whence they'd been fired from.

Considering her unnatural strength, Ovmar was certain that the odds of that happening was not too low.

“Oy, Virgin!What about you, you holding on to any nuts over there?!”

"Wha-?" He turned around with eyebrows raised at the unexpected question asked by Kingsley. A girl he classified high on his top 10 weirdos list. The man shook his head and half-humorously, half-seriously retorted. "Virgo, Kingsley, my name is Vir-"

Another blast silenced his shouting and grabbed his attention to Tater who was just sprinting through a backdoor and into a kitchen. Virgo took the rear of the quattro strani.

Just as Virgo was thinking they were out of this mess, three Mandalorian karkers show up with clubs ready to smack their skulls. Thepina showed no signs of thinking and straight up ran through one of the warriors. Ovmar didn't take long to react and his pistol spewed out bolts at the armored folks. It really took him a whole mag to down one, leaving the other the ability to flank the largest threat in the vicinity.

"Kark, ain't got ammo!" He shouted out to himself and to the rest. Nothing to help out with either. It was up to the other two to do something.

Meanwhile, the Great Galactic War seemed to be in full action all around.

If no one of the four had been in a war zone before, this was the closest they could experience to one.

In the distance alarms blared and for those of better hearing than Virgo's could make out speakers booming on repeat:

"Attention, citizens. Taris is under lockdown and a curfew is enforced starting immediately. Those who do not abide will be treated as hostile targets."


[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Thephina Knight"] | [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

 

[Elani Demaris]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Thephina Knight"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"]​

“But Tate, you never look in a kitchen. It spoils the mystery. The mystique. The…” What was something else beginning with M? “The ‘mosphere and ‘mbiance.”

Nailed it.

Complaints aside, she nevertheless allowed the smaller girl to haul her through the smoke, haze and blistering blaster bolts that continued to crease the air around them. If Virgi--- Virgo was the mouth and Theph was the muscle, than Tater was most assuredly the brains of the operation. If she said it was time to go, then Kingsley - the self proclaimed charm -wasn’t about to object too much. Without any nuts to keep her preoccupied, the bar was quickly beginning to lose any and all appeal it might have once conjured.

Of course, it seemed the kitchen was even less tenable than the bar, and no sooner had the quartet stepped in, they were already bull rushing out the back door and into the alleyway…. Which, true to the old adage, was like stepping out from the kitchen and into the fire. Worst of all, she didn’t even manage to grab any food on her way through.

“Dangit, those doshi pancakes looked really grea--- Oh, fethaduck.” Kingsley blinked, staring at the amassed crowd that filled the alleyway entrance and likely beyond. Fists, knives and blaster bolts flying as freely there as they had been inside. Long odds for any crew, especially if the bucket heads inside the bar managed to flank them. “Welp, I got the door, you guys can have them, I guess?”

That seemed fair, right?

Right.

With that settled, there was a pause in the chaos that was Kingsley Faraday as a decidedly uncharacteristic expression flickered into view across those dirt and grime streaked features as she turned back towards the kitchen that had just spat them out. With eyes narrowing and lips pursing in concentration, she allowed her senses to pass through the ungainly stonework facade that surrounded the durasteel door. Duracrete with a few durasteel panels thrown in for good measure. Hardly aesthetically pleasing, but serviceable for Taris’ rough and ready climate. Through and through Mandalorian construction.

She could work with that.

Giving her best Thephina impression in miniature, she rolled her shoulders and gave an obnoxious crick-crack-crackle of her knuckles as she stepped up towards the door, planting her hands either side of the entrance. Face contorting and turning a similar shade to her hair as she began to force the duracrete to become malleable once more, Kingsley gave a wholly unladylike grunt and muttered curse as she gradually brought her hands to meet together in the center, each leaving an inch thick trail of roughly smeared and rapidly setting duracrete in its wake.

“Okay,” She stepped back, giving herself a self satisfied nod. Not her best work, but as temporary obstructions created on the fly went, hardly her worst. “That’ll stop them from for a whil---”

Seemed the brawl was still in full swing.

“Oh come on, how have you not got this sorted yet?” She leaned sideways as an armoured figure went flying through the spot her head had just occupied with a wilhelm scream. “What are you guys, hourly?”

 

[Aristotle Tater]

"If yer looking for magic M words, I think they only one they offer here is meatball, Kings."

"No nuts here Faraday," Tate repeated with a snrrrrrrrrk.

"Hey what's wrong with being a girl, Theph?"

Of course Theph didn't hear her, but that was fine. Honestly, Tate was vaguely surprised anyone listened to her any time. No one was hearing anyone for a hot second. They went careening through the kitchen, Tate bapping her right ear with the heel of her hand, head tilting to the left as they went.

The sight of three fully armored mandos in their exit route brought her up short, feet skidding across the floor. The others? Significantly less so.

She watched, hanging back for a second as the other two waded in, cracking heads and taking shots, wavering a bit. Tate was no slouch in a good bout of fisticuffs, but she was entirely outclassed dealing with fully armored opponents. What was she gonna do? She'd break her fist or foot before she actually did anything other than distract one of these fethers-

"Crap crap crap."

There wasn't a lot of time to think about it. While Theph was handling one and Virgo was handling the other (and somewhere behind her, Kings was grunting and hell if Tate knew why and she was pretty sure she ALSO didn't want to know that), a third was moving around to flank Theph.

So, she didn't.

Think that was.

Other people might look at her and see the brains. And she could be that. But it was kind of a low bar when it came to impulsive behaviors in the heat of a moment. Give her time and she could plot a plot or plan a scheme. And inevitably it would fall apart into

one.

breakneck.

moment.

With a holler, Tate leapt at the mando. How she managed to get all four limbs, arms and legs, wrapped around the man's helmet was anyone's guess. Her arms obscured his vision and her knees hooked around his neck. The mandalorian reacted about as well to this as one might expect.

Poorly.

Gauntleted hands grabbed and pulled at her, but she tucked her head into the top of his helmet and held on for dear life, hugging the back of his head.

"OKAYITSTIMEFORSOMEONETODOSOMETHINGNOWTHANKYOUOWOWOW!"

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Virgo Ovmar"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"] | [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

Ask Theph to host a dinner party and it would turn in a brawl.

Ask her to pick up a book from the library? Brawl.

Ask her to cook a meal? Brawl.

Ask her to brawl? Lady gorram went for it with the vigor Virgo was missing. The first Mandalorian arsehead got slammed into a wall, before she chucked him over her shoulder. Dashing into the wall next to Kingsley. The buckethead crumbled there. Making some soft mewling noises. Out for the count for sure. "WHO THE KARK NEEDS AMMO, VIRGO? YOU GOT FISTS? USE 'EM," Still screaming there. Though, this time it became necessary, because the sounds of the brawl and the announcements and the explosions? Made it very difficult to hear each other.

It also made it very difficult to keep everything in sight.

It was only Tate's quick.... lack of thinking that saved Theph. Otherwise she would probably be six inches full of shrapnel. Theph whirred around, just about dodging one of the flying fists the occupied Mandalorian was swinging about.

"GAME,"

The stock of the heavy blaster came down on a knee. "SET," The next slam crunched the panicking lad's side.

Theph stepped in, ducking under a punch, and smirked.

"NUTS."

Dropping to a knee, barrel of the blaster thrust into their lap. Then Theph squeezed the trigger. WHAM-BAM, SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- she flew backwards from the blast. The kick-back of the heavy blaster made her arms whirrr. Theph groaned. Even more peeping in her ears. "THAT WAS...." Trying to pick herself up, but her arms felt like pudding in the moment. "HOLY HELL, DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT???" Another groan, but she did manage to get a hold of the blaster again.

"thisthingisamaaaaaaaazing."

The Mandalorian with a hole in his lap probably disagreed.

 

[Zef Halo]

The brawl scene that unfolded before them really described them best. Solving problems in a unique, hilarious and misfit way was their signature. With the Mandalorians eliminated before them and their pursuers locked behind thanks to...

"You've got to teach me that." he referred to Kingsley's mysterious way of bending gorram durasteel. The outlaw shuffled forward close to where Theph still remained bewildered at the blast power of the ripper. A satisfactory grin on his face as he picked up a few mags from the knocked out Mando. "See, Theph? Why fists when you can have guns?"

"All this is well and good but..." Virgo dusted himself off before pointing at the chaos unraveling in the streets of Taris. "Taris ain't really the place to be. Curfew's in place, by the sound of it and we ain't really got cash to hike a ride off-world, by the looks of it."

"Unless Kinglsey can bend steel to the shape of a freighter or Theph can punch us into hyperspace, we're stuck to stealin' a hot ride and prayin' we don't get blasted to bits before we take off."

His eyes fell upon the most of unusual places - Tater.

"What say you, Empress? Got any better ideas, which hopefully doesn't include tossing us in the middle of a war zone this time?"

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Aristotle Tater"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

 

[Elani Demaris]

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Virgo Ovmar"] [member="Aristotle Tater"]​

​

While completely unperturbed by the violence and the mayhem, Kingsley's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the joke. Eyebrows practically knotting together as she repeated it word for word over and over again, turning 'Game, set, nuts' into an unlikely litany before eventually shrugging her shoulders. Probably one of those wordy jokes that Tater seemed to like, but as far she was concerned, the only punchline she could fathom was the one that arrived at the end of either Thephina's arms.

"Uh, yeah. You tell 'em, Theph. Game, set and..." Pause, squint, nexu eating a Trandoshan toffee impersonation. "Uh, nuts, I guess! Yeah!"

No sooner had the words tumbled from her mouth, there was a series of solid WHUMPF's as the kitchen door was impacted from the other side. Judging from the muffled curses and whimpers that ensued a split second afterwards, the Mandalorian contingent inside was quickly discovering the impromptu barricade via series of ill-advised shoulder barges. Only a matter of time before they changed tactic and broke out the heavy hardware they all seemed to carry on a daily basis. As if they couldn't go to the latrine without six grenades and a demo-charge. She wasn't saying they were overcompensating, but.. If the over-sized bucket helmet fitted...

"Wherever we're going, we probably should make it fast. These people seem awfully mad at you guys -" And she was fairly certain it wasn't her fault this time around, " - And I'm not really cut out for small enclosed spaces. We gotta make like a tree and, y'know... Get outta here!"

Another pause,uncertain glance to Tater for reassurance, incoming correction.

"I mean, leaves! Make like a tree and leaves!"
Smooth as shimmersilk.

 

[Aristotle Tater]

There was a reason Tate didn't ask Theph to do ANY of those things.

But right now?

She was just PRAYING for the other woman to do just what she did best.

Of course, Tate wasn't accounting for Theph having the big fething gun.

Tate went dropping at a rather alarming speed. The same speed, in fact, as the mandalorian Theph had just made so much chop meat out of. There was some kind of strangled scream, high enough pitched that it wasn't actually clear if it came from the mando or from Tate as he went careening back and the girl went with him.

"OOPH."

Her head thwacked way too hard against the pavement, filling her vision with stars. With a groan and a wave of nausea, Tate let go of her death grip on the helmet and slowly crawled away from the twitching armored lump.

"Leave. It's make like a tree and LEAVE, Kings babe."

Using the wall, she clawed her way to a standing position, the world around her swimming. She didn't say anything about Theph's problem solving skills. She'd asked for help, she wasn't gonna criticize the help after the fact.

It was a little difficult to think with the alley swimming around her and the pounding in her head. She reached up, wincing as her fingers probed the back of her head.

"I just got this.... the way I wanted it."

It wasn't clear if she meant her skull or Taris.

"You want.... my.... op- yeah. Yeah okay. Um. Let's.... get a ship," she muttered, brow furrowing and trying to concentrate. "Worry about where after, yah? I know someone who'd loan us one."

Loan. Well, they'd be borrowing it for sure. Just might not ask FIRST.

"Come on, this-" a pause, "Pretty sure this way."

[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"] [member="Virgo Ovmar"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Aristotle Tater"] | [member="Virgo Ovmar"] | [member="Kingsley Faraday"]

In all honestly Theph was still kinda giddy about the gun.

Didn't notice King struggling with her joke. Didn't, at first, realize Virgo talking about the ship. Just stroking the gun and cooing at it. Finally rising up. Climbing to her feet and looking around. Locating Tater struggling up against the wall. Brows furrowed there, plopping on over without much hurry now. She had the gun. Right? There wasn't much that could stop them now.

Not with this gorram gun.

"Hey," Hand on her shoulder, squeezing softly. "Careful there, that was a big ass drop." She didn't seem to put any of the fault on her own shoulders though. "Stay close, if ya drop, I dun' get paid."

A wink there before glancing in the direction Tater was suggesting.

Brows furrowed deeper. "Ah chit, my parole officer's gonna be a dry white whine about this." Then a shrug and they went off. What was the absolute worst that could happen? It's not like the prison had enough funds to actually track her down. If they could get a ship? Sure. Why not. Taris was a gorram mess now anyway. As they moved past the alleys, the explosions and gunfire sounded only louder.

Closer by.

It was a warzone here.

Didn't take them long (not with Tater knowing the exact back alleys and shortcuts) to arrive at a messy scrapyard. No gunfire from there. Yet. That could change at the drop of a hat, no?

"Is Ol' Man Laney still squatting here?" That one had a nasty scatter-rifle from what Theph remembered. And three even nastier Akk Akk dogs.

 

[Zef Halo]

"Y'know, I am kind of dreading following your lead again, Tate." Virgo muttered as they rushed through the warzone following their 'makeshift' leader. "What was that phrase again. Out of the frying pan into... Help me, Kinglsey. please. What was it, huh? Outta the fryin' pan into...ugh."

Whatever the situation used to be at the messy scrapyard before, it was no longer the same. I mean, it was still a scrapyard and all but Ol' Man Laney?

Yeah. He was here, a'ight. Just, y'know, torn apart. See, his gambling addiction finally got to him to the point he could no longer feed his bloodthirsty Akk dogs. You can figure out the rest.

So when they saw the nasty picture of Akk dogs feeding on the meat stew that was Ol' Man Laney and Virgo's blaster jammed, he quickly found shelter behind Theph's massive back.

"Kingsley, outta the fryin' pan into...?" He literally whispered that with a tone of disgust at the sight of a man being eaten by his own dogs.


[member="Thephina Knight"] [member="Aristotle Tater"] [member="Kingsley Faraday"]