Public Shindig

[Vetru]

C O V E W A Y​

Spoiler: concept

It's a bar thread! Also pirates will arrive later. Let's party likes it's chaos circa 2014 when five of these popped up a week. No jedi masters or sith lords spoiling the fun please!

The saloon was one of three bars in the largest of a handful of settlements scattered across the planet. There wasn't much to say about the world. A few mining outposts and humans proving they could cling to any rock with gravity and an atmosphere.

It was, however, a good place for an exchange of information away from prying eyes.

Vetru, a self styled rogue trader, always had information to sell.

Another fact he had come to understand about Coveway, was that they took their ale brewing very seriously.

"I saw you cheat!"

"Liar!"

"That was a trick card, I saw it change!"

"I'll gut you for..."

Vetru was sat at the table next to the game. He'd seen the trick card himself. It was a classic. You snuck it into your hand and when you touched the corner with your thumb it changed value.

The sound of chairs scraping against wooden floor rang out.

Vetru was light fingered. He swiped his ale from the table and pulled his feet back just before a body crashed into it.

He stood up and did a spin to dart around a brawl.

He looked to the barman with a smug smile on his face, pint in hand, just as someone slammed into his back. His ale was spilled all down his shirt. The glass shattered on the ground.

Vetru took a few quick steps to the bar and shook his hands dry. The brawl continued.

He set his data pad on the table.

Meet is off. Suggest you get off Coveway fast.

"Kark," he muttered. He should have taken that advice, but he was three beers down and pining for the lost fourth. "Another please."

 

[Trent Perris]

Outfit
Protective Utility Clothing | Jacket | Huckleberry Belt | Boots
Rifleman Gear
Concealed Blaster | Blaster Pistol | Voxyn Rifle | Blackout Batons | Knife
Lodestone Devices
Wristcomp | Wristband
Speeder Bike
The Harpy​

He felt bad for whoever had been behind him just now. No doubt someone just trying to enjoy their drink before he'd been shoved into them. Hoping with what little bit of free time he had left that they didn't hop into the fight that was about to start also.

"Come on now gentlemen, we can just-"

An arm covering his face as the one who had caught him cheating closed in and wound up their arm. Another looking like they were moving to grab something they had hidden on them.

"I guess not."

A slight shake of his head as the familiar click of the Baton unfolded. The incoming fist aimed for his face swatted away with a sharp strike that brought out a yelp as electricity danced along the small stick.

"How's 'bout we all just sit down and I'll-" His attention diverted as the other guy lunged.

A hurried swat against their hand with the baton as he leapt back and checked the bar with his hip. Another resounding zap had them grasping their hand as something clattered to the ground. Keeping whatever it was from reaching his insides and making them his outsides.

Vetru​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Traveling the galaxy always had its fair share of excitement. Between races, Eaton was taking on the odd jobs to keep fuel in his ships, especially the racer. He wanted to be the type of person who was a hero, a Warden of the Sky, that he’d read about and his sister mentioned, but he really wasn’t that kind of guy. He’d do what was right, most of the time, but if he needed credits? He’d go just about anywhere.

And that was why he was at Coveway, here to make a small delivery of water and some seeds. It was simple, but then scavengers and his fuel line was shot. Of course it was.

Now the Blubreen was here, on the dusty world. Why would people even try to settle this world?

Full humans were a whole other breed.

At the bar, he was swapping between drinks. The whiskey of the world, and fresh water. The latter to keep him moving, the former to make him forget he was stuck here for a bit. He found a hose, sure, but was going to have to wait for the sun to go down before he felt safe enough to get it installed. Pelagic was an old Mon Cala design and had a lot of different parts, and this had to get done from one of the exterior ports.

As he drank, he could hear the card match going poorly for one of the people.

The Pamarthe man looked up as someone approached the bar. Eaton moved to dodge an ashtray that was hurled towards the bar. He debated going for his knife but opted against it. Unfortunately.

The next second, a man was thrown towards the bar and hitting Eaton’s chair, upending the man to the ground. Moving to get up and roll the next target to the floor, Eaton looked around and readied himself.

Trent Perris Vetru

 

[Alvis Hafey]

Current Equipment: Twin Blasters

The loud crashing of a bar fight would barely bother the humanoid, staring forward towards the barkeep. Being alone for two decades was honestly great advice to be given, seeing how the Galaxy truly worked over the course of many years. How people aged...did their work, how governments change, people dying...there was a lot to learn from it. The man turned with his black cowboy hat, his mustache bristled with a small smirk as he watched people brawl around the tavern.

When a chair was thrown nearby, he merely tilted to the side as he placed a credit chit on the table, thirty credits to be exact as he spoke aloud while pointing at one of the nearby known as Trent Perris , seeing a chance to have some sport.

"Thirty credits on that man right there, I am a sucker for the underdog!"

The humanoid was content on sitting this one out until one of them took offense to making an honest card game, patrons showing a cheat a lesson, into a sport for a potential rich mans entertainment. Though a hand grasping onto his shoulder turned the cowboy and lifted him up slightly from his stool, staring right into the face of a human who reared his left fist back and shot it forward like a cannon directly onto his jaw. Unlike a regular humanoid, a resounding CLANG would come out from the humanoid as the poker player screamed out in pain, holding his hand as several bones were fractured in his right hand.

Grabbing onto his own jaw, the cowboy would feel a bit of the pain but used his free hand to grab onto the shoulder of the patron. Pulling the patron close, he would knee him directly into the gut as the air was quickly taken out of him, falling to the wayside rather quickly as he crumbled into a heap onto the floor. The Humanoid was not exactly human, rather a H.R.U., a Human Replica Droid from the rather famous or to some, infamous line of cowboys known as the Hafeys. Known for their quite ridiculous Outer Rim attire, they were renown inventors and gunslingers, each one being slightly different from the other. Echoing his words out, he would grab a nearby beer as he placed it onto the floor next to the man that had been injured rather badly from the Hafey.

"Here, for your trouble, now don't ruin my bet!"
Eaton Waters Vetru

 

[Vetru]

V E T R U​

"Kark," he muttered. He should have taken that advice, but he was three beers down and pining for the lost fourth. "Another please."

The barkeep looked towards Vetru but gave a sharp shake of his head.

"Oi! No breaking any tables! Or else."

He had no issue with a fight, just damage to properly. Clearly, Vetru thought to himself, the barkeep saw glassware as disposable.

"How's 'bout we all just sit down and I'll-" His attention diverted as the other guy lunged.

"Thirty credits on that man right there, I am a sucker for the underdog!"

"I'll take..." Vetru started to say, but another punch was thrown. The man proposing the bet seemed to have a metal jaw.

Assuming the bet was still on, Vetru set some credit chits on the bar.

Moving to get up and roll the next target to the floor, Eaton looked around and readied himself.

The barkeep took credits and set another ale down, but out of Vetru's reach. He didn't want to feed more throwable to the fight that seemed to be expanding.

Vetru glanced over his shoulder. He wasn't about to get involved to try and calm the fight down so he could drink his beer; he'd never been heavy enough for brawling like this.

 

[Trent Perris]

Outfit
Protective Utility Clothing | Jacket | Huckleberry Belt | Boots
Rifleman Gear
Concealed Blaster | Blaster Pistol | Voxyn Rifle | Blackout Batons | Knife
Lodestone Devices
Wristcomp | Wristband
Speeder Bike
The Harpy​

He wasn't exactly winning. But he also wasn't exactly losing.

Disarming more than a few that had tried to draw a knife or some sort of blunt object before his own baton had been yanked out of his hand by a particularly resistant sort to the electricity he had relied on. Trying to stay just out of reach until they'd caught his jacket and used his momentum against him.

Thrown into the back of someone's ( Eaton Waters ) chair as another being rolled to avoid getting tangled up with him. Protecting his face with his arms from the slew of kicks, and more importantly his glasses as the fight shifted into a larger brawl around them.

"It's just a handful of credits!" Higher stakes might have kept him from acting so recklessly.

But this was plain ridiculous to him.

A kick connected with his diaphragm despite trying to curl up and knocked every last thought from his brain. Retching as his hands wrapped around the leg while his training took over in the absence of both air and reason.

His own leg pushed against the bar as he twisted on the ground. Feeling his jacket catch on something as he slid before his leg wrapped around the offending leg up to the waist while he kicked out the other leg supporting their attack. A heavy thud resounding as the body fell and he rolled to freedom. A slight tearing sound as the edge of his jacket dangled freely.

"Those credits 'r mine!" His voice carrying over everything as he eyed the table that was somehow untouched despite the ruckus.

Exasperation filling the sigh as he leaned toward the bar and grabbed the fresh beer from the one( Vetru ) that had asked for it. Slamming the glass on the unfortunate souls head that had lunged after him. Lifting his leg and sending them sprawling backwards with a kick when they started to fall forward in their daze.

 

[Eaton Waters]

There wasn’t much for Eaton to do but prep for the fight. Watching over his shoulder, he saw the bartender come by with another drink. Just then the man that was thrown into him reached over, and even Eaton knew better than to grab another man’s drink. That was just so uncivilized.

Now for the honor of the fight? Sure, he wasn’t going to be even pulling out a knife, just hands, if the fight came his way, and seeing this act of bar crime?

“Hey hey, that was uncalled for!” Eaton shouted but as he did moved to catch the man that was falling, letting him slip.

“You owe this man a drink!” Not the time, Eaton, not the time.

Trent Perris Vetru Alvis Hafey

 

[Vetru]

V E T R U​

His comm beeped and he checked his data pad. There was a more insistent message.

I'm serious. Get out of there.

No one cared about Vetru enough to send two warnings.

Exasperation filling the sigh as he leaned toward the bar and grabbed the fresh beer from the one( Vetru Vetru ) that had asked for it. Slamming the glass on the unfortunate souls head that had lunged after him.

"Hey my..."

“You owe this man a drink!” Not the time, Eaton, not the time.

"...yeah!" Vetru agreed.

The fighting had simmered down. It was remarkable how quickly they went from throwing hands to righting the tables and chairs.

The window frames were suddenly illuminated with a deep red glow.

"That can't be good."

The pirate frigate hovered over the isolated down. Skiffs of armed pirates launched out of the hangar to descent towards the streets below.

 

[Trent Perris]

Outfit
Protective Utility Clothing | Jacket | Huckleberry Belt | Boots
Rifleman Gear
Concealed Blaster | Blaster Pistol | Voxyn Rifle | Blackout Batons | Knife
Lodestone Devices
Wristcomp | Wristband
Speeder Bike
The Harpy​

"I won't forget!" His only recognition of his dastardly deed as the fight slowly ebbed into nothing. Exhaustion taking some while an unwillingness to continue settled it for others. Dividing out the pot instead of taking them all had certainly helped.

Rubbing his jaw and preparing to buy another beer for the man at the table, he paused mid-step as the windows shown a ghastly red hue.

"That can't be good."

His eyes moving to the man that had spoken as he searched for words. The sounds of craft filling the air around them as his hand checked his belt.

"Hope you all have party favors." Stepping close enough to a window to glance outside and spy the slowly growing party outside. "Hope you all have big party favors."

Vetru Eaton Waters Alvis Hafey​