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[Iria]

Shady Corner, Rainy Day
Batuu
Tags: Open

With the evening hour creeping in and rain pouring down on the city below, the night life on Batuu began to stir with motion. When you were down on your luck in the rim and had some credits to spare, there was nowhere to go but the local bar. The Bantha's Hide, one such bar, was a bustling spot as the sun slipped away behind the horizon and cloud cover. People from all walks of life were there, some to share in the menial woes of the day and some to get wasted and forget everything. There was a somber yet jovial air afoot, broken up by the occasional brawl. There was plenty to do in a place like this if your definition of plenty was synonymous with getting hammered.

In other words, little else to do.

Iria found herself at such a place. To say she was down on her luck was a bit of an understatement, not that anyone needed to know about her personal business. Still, she couldn't go much of anywhere at the moment, lest she wind up with hypothermia. So the Zabrak sat in a more isolated corner of the bar, hardly having touched her drink. Blend in. That was the main goal here. Perhaps, if she could, a moment to vanish from the eyes of those around her could provide a respite from her worries. Maybe a little physical rest as well.

The night was young after all, and there was little in the way of anywhere to go.

OOC: Open thread, and I mean open. It's a small social environment, but also a bar. Fights, bounty hunting, and other such things should be expected. Enter at your own risk.

 

[Dax Harrac]

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Low. That's how the fighter would describe his situation.

Sure, he made it off Coruscant, and more importantly, off before the... well, the giant battle that destroyed nearly half the planet. But, he was back to doing something he didn't particularly like doing: fighting for crap money. He was good at it, sure- just didn't like doing it. The seedier bars, had the seedier fights. The fighter sat on his stool, while the other fighter, a Zabrak two weight classes above him, stretched and talked with his friends in the corner.

Dax took a deep breath, looking around the dingy bar, waiting for the bell to sound off. It was going to be a tough fight, but.... he'd knocked out Trandoshans before. This backwater fighter had no idea what was coming for him, that was for sure.

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[Ask Mon Tamm]

// LOCATION //: Batuu
// OBJECTIVE //: Converse with the Locals
// TAGS //: Iria

M A G I S T R A T E

There was a soft hum as a Lounger 432GLM navigated the bustling thoroughfares populated by criminals, schemers, and various drifters. Seated atop this transport was the Magistrate of the Gran Protectorate, a notably corpulent figure whose primary interests lay in amassing wealth and instilling fear, embodying the role of a minor lord presiding over a diminutive fiefdom within the galaxy.

He was known for his ruthless and power-hungry nature, constantly striving to enhance his riches and authority. Despite his intimidating demeanor, he harbored deep insecurities and incessantly craved validation from his peers. While his underlings and followers trembled in fear of him, they also secretly felt sorry for his desperate attempts to establish superiority over others.

The Magistrate's opulent lifestyle and extravagant displays of power were merely a facade to hide his inner insecurities and fears of being seen as weak or vulnerable. Despite his outward show of confidence, he existed as a solitary and detached individual, encircled by flatterers who feigned respect solely to protect themselves from harm.

"Hurry it up, Attendants. We have much work to do in harassing the locals. AH AH Ah...Lets move on" The Gran said with a boastful laugh, moving into the crowded bar followed by yellow painted IG-RM Bodyguard and Enforcer Droids for personal protection.

 

[Iria]

Batuu
Tags: Ask Mon Tamm

"Hurry it up, Attendants. We have much work to do in harassing the locals. AH AH Ah...Lets move on" The Gran said with a boastful laugh, moving into the crowded bar followed by yellow painted IG-RM Bodyguard and Enforcer Droids for personal protection.

Iria gave the arriving party a side eye, letting out a groan.

A fat man in a hover chair and an parade of miscreants and droids to make up his posse. Rich people. They truly were some of the deepest pits of filth and depravity. It made her stomach turn to think of her own upbringing. House Gyukia was one such nasty place. It made the Zabrak in her flair up a little, but Iria let out a sigh, keeping her composure.

She wasn't getting into a fight today. Just relax...

 

[Ask Mon Tamm]

// LOCATION //: Batuu
// OBJECTIVE //: Converse with the Locals
// TAGS //: Iria

M A G I S T R A T E

The Gran looked towards one of the assistants within the small entourage, inflating his chubby cheeks in a gesture of impatience as the Lounger 432GLM eventually halted next to the cantina bar. Shifting his hand away from the armrest of the chair, he reached for the menu only to be met with a profound sense of revulsion at the available options—meager food and drinks that hardly warranted consideration, yet he recognized that they would suffice for the time being.

He let out a low moan as he leaned forward, adjusting his weight in the chair, attempting to rise before sinking back down. Tamm, with a condescending gesture, urged, "What are you hesitating for, Dung-heap? Fetch me a Huttese Hangover from the attendant at the counter." The Dug Attendant responded with a deep bow, acknowledging the authority of the Lord of the Gran Protectorate.

"Yes, yes, Great Lord of Malastare," he replied, as he moved both of his small hands toward the counter to retrieve the requested drink. The bartender displayed clear signs of concern, evident in their demeanor, while the expression on the face of the Dug revealed that it was better not to ask. They swiftly prepared the drink, incorporating a few unexpected elements, in order to defuse the tension and prevent a potential altercation.

The Dug presented the item to Tamm, addressing him as "My Lord," while passing it over with small fingers grasping the glass handle. Tamm hesitated before taking a sip, only to recoil in revulsion, exclaiming.

"What is this repugnant substance that is more unpleasant than a bantha's rear end?" With a disdainful gaze, he dropped the glass to the floor, causing the liquid to spill.

 

[Iria]

Batuu
Tags: Ask Mon Tamm

"Blathering moron."

Why did she always have to be this way? It shouldn't be her problem. It wasn't her problem. Yet here she was, standing up from her seat and grabbing her sword. She approached calmly, not drawing much attention to herself. Then she'd draw her blade, cleaving it into and through the head of the IG unit. Songsteel was quite tough, so hopefully it would put an end to the bodyguard quick enough. Her glare would land on the man in the hover-chair.

"Undignified swine," she snapped in a low tone. "Disgrace to your status. I challenge you to a duel. Fight for your honor and title, or die as a coward."

She had seen the complacence of the elite growing up. What happened to individuals who grew bloated from power and greed. Iria would not let the dishonorable stand any longer, not when they presented themselves in this manner.

"Make your choice."

 

[Ask Mon Tamm]

// LOCATION //: Batuu
// OBJECTIVE //: Converse with the Locals
// TAGS //: Iria

M A G I S T R A T E

The Gran glanced over with a surprised expression as one of the accompanying IG-RM Bodyguard and Enforcer Droids fell to the cantina ground before it had a chance to react to the sudden movement of one of the establishment patrons, its head sliced clean through as wires and circuits were exposed.

The second IG-RM Bodyguard and Enforcer Droid immediately sprang into action, their mechanical limbs whirring as they assessed the situation and pointed their DLT-18 Laser Rifle at the perpetrator.

The cantina fell silent, with all eyes fixed on the unfolding scene between them. The Gran's heart pounded in their chest, unsure of what would happen next in this unexpected turn of events. Such a question was answered when Iria stood over the droid's carcass, wielding a blade and issuing a challenge for his titles and holdings.

Tamm, with a trembling finger, directed an accusatory gesture towards the challenger, delivering a defiant rebuttal. "Who do you think you are, you vile scoundrel? Merely a contemptible peon, unworthy of the very salt upon my skin." Although he attempted to project an image of strength, an underlying fear lingered within him, apprehensive that the challenger might diminish his stature as the Magistrate of the Gran Protectorate.

He cast a furtive glance at his retainers, acutely aware that any display of vulnerability could undermine his reputation as a formidable and esteemed lord and master of Malastare. The Lounger 432GLM groaned and creaked under his weight as both arms leaned forward, while Dug attendants exerted effort to help him stand up.

"Erm but as you know, the Great and Powerful Ask Tamm does not know defeat - you may stand down bodyguard, I will handle this myself." He proclaimed to the droid unit with a dismissive hand, as it lowered the blaster rifle into a relaxed position, though it was clearly ready and loaded in case the Gran started to lose the battle. The blue cape was gently removed from Gran's figure, while plump fingers grasped the Duelist Vibrorapier,, activating it by pressing the button.

 

[Iria]

Batuu
Tags: Ask Mon Tamm

A vibrorapier? Certainly an refined weapon, but Iria had an idea it was little more than a butter-knife in the hands of one as complacent as he. She let out a scoff, drawing her songsteel blade and holding it at the ready. Her stance was elegant and disciplined, a blend of class and strength. Her combat was high class and honorable, not anything reflective of the scoundrel the obese Gran accused her of being.

"The rotten are not fit to bumble their way into power," she sheered, an air of superiority in her tone. "In a duel we are equals until one sits above the other as the victor. To allow such a luxury to you is more than I should offer, yet the challenge stands."

She prepares an opening stance, clasping her hands around her sword and holding it at the ready before her.

"You may assume your position and begin when ready."

Iria would, at the very least, give the fool a chance to attempt to fight back. That would put the weakness of those unfit for power on display for all to see.

 

[Dax Harrac]

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He ducked a wide punch from the Zabrak, the fight commentator shouting into a microphone to a mostly empty bar. He slipped the punch, came up, hitting the Zabrak square in the ribs with a hard punch to the gut and-

Caught a glimpse of... a fat guy with a sword, and a little tiny woman with a sword. Why didn't the fat guy just sit on her? The Zabrak took the chance of Dax's distraction to... really punch him in the face. Dax spun around, leaning against the cage, momentarily distracted by the fight that was about to go on, while HIS was going on!

How rude!

Dax turned and ran towards the Zabrak, re-engaging the gloating fighter. Dax was a violent, vicious, brutal combatant. And he didn't take kindly to rude people either. So, after this, the pair of them would be hearing from him, for sure!

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[Zandra Ruus]

Tags: Ask Mon Tamm Iria

It had been quite a night to be on the prowl, rainy as could be and dark as sin. She was used to the cityscape, but even now she found herself surprised by the stirrings of the nightlife. For quite a while she'd been following her target through the bazaar and into the cantina. He wasn't that hard to track, even through the rain. The mandalorian smirked under he helmet as she watched him enter the bar. Did he know she was hunting him from the rooftops? Doubtful, someone like him would have run a lot faster to escape, if he even could run.

Soon after Ask entered the cantina, Zandra would jump from her nearby perch, couldn't let her target stay out of sight. Rather than spring the trap immediately, Zandra watched. Good thing too, because the scene developing inside was a show in and of itself. A young female alien was trying to make a dent in her target. She contemplated intervening on the Gran's behalf, but the contract did say dead or alive. Didn't say anything about whether it was her that killed him.

Then the girl remembered that she wasn't some street tough anymore, she was a Mando. It was against honor to let someone else claim a kill without at least trying. Zandra then went to her tool belt, producing a bola from one of her utility pouches. She'd spin it at her side, before tossing it towards the sword wielding Zabrak.

 

[Ask Mon Tamm]

// LOCATION //: Batuu
// OBJECTIVE //: Converse with the Locals
// TAGS //: Iria Zandra Ruus

M A G I S T R A T E

Tamm observed with wide eyes as Iria took her combat stance, exuding both elegance and strength, a sight that made him sweat profusely. The Gran had anticipated that the display of the Duelist Vibrorapier, would intimidate the girl; however, he was met with an unwavering determination in her gaze, indicating her commitment to engage in the battle.

Every word that escaped her lips resonated deeply with the Gran, who was accustomed to receiving constant flattery and deference from the subordinates on his payroll. The sight of someone unafraid of him was disconcerting, causing his grip to become unsteady and awkward. He leaned back with a mocking laugh, gripping the handle of the Duelist Vibrorapier as he took his position, bumbling and unsteady.

"You ought to retreat now, young lady. I am an apprentice, no wait a MASTER!, yes a Master of the Jedi ARTS!" Tamm declared loudly, eliciting an uncomfortable round of applause from the dug spectators behind him. He aimed to unsteady the girl with this audacious yet untrue assertion, curious to see if she would dare to confront him in the event that it was true.

The Gran paused briefly before executing a languid thrust with the tip of the blade, aiming to catch her by surprise. The attack was predictable and could be easily parried, although its straightforward nature might lead some to underestimate it, particularly given his position as the Lord of Malastare.

Once such an action had been done, did the Gran fall back in surprise as a bola from Zandra Ruus came into view, headed towards Iria .

 

[Iria]

Batuu
Tags: Zandra Ruus , Ask Mon Tamm

The Gran paused briefly before executing a languid thrust with the tip of the blade, aiming to catch her by surprise. The attack was predictable and could be easily parried, although its straightforward nature might lead some to underestimate it, particularly given his position as the Lord of Malastare.

Iria let out a sigh, simply taking a step back to avoid the blow. It was embarrassing form, so much so that she didn't even need a blade to defend herself. How the noble have fallen. Suddenly there was a blur in her vision, off in the corner of her eye. It surprised the Gran and caused him to fall, but Iria was ready. Her discipline had prepared her for this. With one clean swing of her songsteel blade she cleaved through the wire between two of the metal balls on the bola, sending the separated pieces sailing to either side of her.

And she was fuming.

"Excuse me," Iria huffed. "We happen to be in the middle of a duel for this man's honor. I kindly ask that you wait for the duel to complete before you rudely interfere."

Her cheeks puffed up in irritation as she stared down the Mandalorian, clearly irritated by her actions. Surely a fellow individual from a warrior culture would have the slightest bit of respect for the traditions of honorable combat.

 

[Zandra Ruus]

"Not going to be able to do that Sunshine. Much as I would love to see this glorified slaver's guts spill on the floor, he's on my list of targets." Zandra stepped her way into the bar, casting a judging glance of her T-visor over to Ask. It was impossible to know just by looking, but there was some hate in those eyes. It was different when she looked over towards Iria.

It was said that swordsmen could converse just through each other's stances, their footing and swings telling a story only their kin could understand. Zandra saw coldness in that stance, very old school. The way she sliced that bola in two mid-flight? That was textbook, this girl was no geek with a blade, she was a legitimate warrior.

In response Zandra pulled the longer of her beskads out from the scabbard on her back. With a twirl of her wrist she spun the blade, stalking around the young Zabrak to inspect her further. A fight with her would probably tear the bar apart. As far as Zandra's stance was concerned, it was strange. She was much more cool, showy, and even a bit anxious. On the one hand it looked like she'd been in a fight before, but it clashed with her Mandalorian training. She still had the mind of a street hood under all that beskar.

"So you can see my problem. On the one hand, I don't want to stop your duel. On the other hand the people who hired me wants this fish-eyed piece of work unharmed. Probably so they can string him up later. I think you realize that if you two fight, this bloated fool will probably end up dead. You promise not to kill him? I'll gladly sit back and watch him get his ass kicked."

Iria Ask Mon Tamm

 

[Ask Mon Tamm]

// LOCATION //: Batuu
// OBJECTIVE //: Converse with the Locals
// TAGS //: Iria Zandra Ruus

M A G I S T R A T E

Tamm observed from the ground as Iria executed a precise strike with her sword, severing the bola in a single, fluid motion. The metallic spheres collided forcefully with the furniture in the cantina, creating a cacophony of sound.

The elegance and straightforwardness of her technique heightened Tamm's anxiety regarding the ongoing duel, as the potential for injury or even fatality loomed significantly as the atmosphere of the cantina became grimmer and grimmer as the other patrons whispered amongst themselves.

The presence of Zandra Ruus , a Mandalorian bounty hunter, appeared to irritate his adversary as the duel came to an unsatisfactory halt. The distinctive armor and her manner of speaking suggested that the Gran was her target. This implication raised the possibility that either a rival faction within the Gran Protectorate had placed a bounty on him or that he had displeased a criminal syndicate due to his habitual treachery.

He embedded the Duelist Vibrorapier into the ground to serve as a counterweight, attemtping to pull himself up from the floor's surface. Casting a sharp look at the nearby attendants, he commanded, "Do not merely stand idly by. Assist the Great and Powerful Ask Tamm in rising from the filthy ground!" He whispered with authority, prompting the dug attendants to recoil in fear as they hurried to lift him. Their legs strained under the effort, yet ultimately, the Magistate managed to regain his footing on level ground.

Since the pair was still in the midst of conversation, the Gran attempted to sneak back onto the Lounger 432GLM nearby to make a quick escape. The second IG-RM Bodyguard and Enforcer Droid immediately moved to cover the Magistrate, their mechanical limbs whirring as they assessed the situation and pointed their DLT-18 Laser Rifle.

 

[Iria]

Batuu
Tags: Zandra Ruus , Ask Mon Tamm

"Fine. I'll agree to your terms-"

"Do not merely stand idly by. Assist the Great and Powerful Ask Tamm in rising from the filthy ground!"

"You filthy weasel!" Iria hissed, whipping her head back around. "Running from a challenge upon your honor?!"

This was sure to bring a curse of misfortune upon his family. The droid was quick to block her path, readying it's blaster. A hiss escaped her lips as the Smarteelian Zabrak engaged her wrist mounted energy shield, readying it in preparation to face the droid.

"Mandalorian warrior!" she shouted back. "Stand before the entrance! This spineless coward is not to leave until I've bested him in combat! I will not let him disgrace my challenge of swordsmanship! Oh, and you may keep the miscreant afterwords, I suppose."

The obese fool was not escaping this. She would make sure of it.

 

[Dax Harrac]

Iria l Ask Mon Tamm l Zandra Ruus
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The Zabrak was good at a standup-fight. Dax was having a hard time escaping the headlock, while the rest of the bar seemed to devolve into an equally confusing brawl. While he once expected his fight to garner more attention, it in fact, gave way to.... a swordfight? Or a three way swordfight? Hard to tell between the cage and being choked. Dax pressed his hips against the Zabrak, the Zabrak having a firm grip on his neck and squeezing.

He had to escape, had to win-

Was the fat guy on the ground now?

He turned his body, escaping the headlock by slipping to the side. A perfect chance for a side-takedown. The Zabrak, caught off guard, was slammed into the mat. Dax screamed and began to assault his body and head with punches, the Zabrak covering up. There was a bell, and Dax won by a TKO after a few heavy hits, and the Zabrak was knocked out. Dax patted him on the shoulder, and got a thumbs up.

Good fight.

But!

Dax was NOT impressed by the entire ordeal happening outside of the cage. He marched out of the cage, and burst out into the bar floor, where the three were currently.... arguing. Or fighting for each other's honor. He began to speak, say things to the three of them, but in the dim light of the seedy bar, in the heat of the fight he just had, in the sweat-

Dax's physique was on full display. His nearly perfect form, would be more than likely, more of a distraction, and any words he might've said would probably have been ignored thanks to his washboard abs and nearly sculpture-esque physique being the prominent feature to greet the very rude people.

He really did say something poetic and fantastic, though, about how hard he had to work, and how rude it was for them to interrupt his big night for their own selfish reasons, blah blah blah.

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