Showdown High Noon

[Ryan]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFa1-kciCb4&index=1&list=RDAFa1-kciCb4​

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley

The Morellian's head hurt with a night of binging on spirits and lustful delights. Sometime in between the drinking, the smoking and the whoring he had picked up a duel over some for of transgression that didn't exactly come to mind at that very moment. The moment being a 60 seconds to 1200hrs, or in duelist slang "High Noon". Serg Leone stood average of six feet tall with a athletic build to him. A Strong chin, long cherry blond hair with two braids on either side of his face. He sported epic side burns that meshed into three day old stubble that gave his cocky side grin smile some character.

Loene's signature worn green greatcoat rested upon his body, buttons open as the flaps bristled in the win exposing the nerf hide holsters that housed his custom DL-44 blasters. Both blasters had the sight's removed and the grooves filed down to limit snag and catch when drawn. Serg's right hand lingered an inch away from the left pistol's grip in the readied cross draw position poising to draw upon his opponent down range.

The wind picked up a bit more, pushing the bottom of his greatcoat more to the left exposing the corellian red blood stripes pipping down the right seam of his beige trousers, signifying he was a true Corellian hero. The man across from him either new him for such when he earned the pipes risking his life smuggling much needed supplies through the Corellian blockade and feeding and aiding the populace the best he could. He saved many lives in the name of Corellia. Or the man across from him New him as a pirate and had wishful thinking of putting the dog down or collecting the bounty on his head. The more then likely scenario was that Serg pissed the man off in some kind of drunken stupor and here they were standing no more then 24 paces apart and itching to kill each other or seriously inducing injury upon the other.

His crystal blue hues were locked on to his target, his ears perked in anticipation for the clock to strike noon as his fingers dangled loosely for the moment.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Serg Leone"]

All was well, except that the man wasn't really a man at all. It was Vassara Raxis, rogue of the stars, frellancer and outlaw. As the sun rose upon the sky she nodded under her disguise, posing as a man. She would test this upstarts aim and reflexes. Unbeknownst to Serg her pistol had been loaded with an electrical slug, designed to incapacitate it's target but not kill it.

"Duelists at the ready!" A stout yeoman roared.

Vassaras lips curled into a half snarl half grin and she looked down range at her target. Her fingers curled around the butt of her Czerka Machine pistol, with the modified rounds.

"3....2.....1...."

 

[Ryan]

The clock struck noon and the experienced gunslinger drew down on the man (Female in disguise) the moment the bell rang. Life seemed to move in slow motion, his fingers dug into the custom DL-44's grip, his muscles instinctively yanking the weapon out with practiced precision from the cross draw. His eyes always focus upon the target before him, his reflexes would guide the weapon to where he wanted to fire and direct the laser bold home into the other man's body.

Serge pulled the trigger

1d20 → [17] = (17)


Lets hope that his birthrate would give him the corellian luck to be quick enough to down his foe.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

OOC: Using invisible caslte as a dice roller. Beat the score of 17 you win the draw.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Serg Leone"]
OOC: Why are we rolling for this?

1d20=8

It appeared that Vassara was much to slow to draw and as the other man squared up her grin grew ever more. The shot was fired, but before it left his muzzle her force instinct kicked in. Though she was no Jedi, and had no formal training her dim connection ton the force gave her strength and purpose, alerting her to the shot.

Vassara twisted, her own pistol coming to bear as the shot grazed her side, drawing the smell of burnt fabric and flesh. A small pain twisted in her side, but her focus was greater. There was not only one gunslinger in this equation!

Her Czerka machine pistol with the electrified rounds came to bear and the girls black gloved finger smashed the trigger, unleashing a stream of stun rounds downrange!

 

[Ryan]

"Droyk!" The Corellian curse was the only word that escaped the usually fast lipped pirate as hit the dirt hard and rolled to his right as automatic fire from his opponent tore into his location, barely missing the Morellian. If it weren't for his panther like reflexes the Pirate would of found himself riddled with stun shots, not that he knows she was firing such ammunition, but he wasn't out of the clear yet. He only rolled on the dirt off the right but was still in the open in the wide Mos Esiely street.

Serg had no time to return fire, his main objective was to find proper cover and regroup himself to the situation at hand. Rolling to his feet and pouncing off further to the side the space found cover behind an old speeder that looked as if it had been just recently stripped off most of its good parts. Still had enough duralloy plating to make proper protection against the 'Cheat'.

"WHAT IN NINE HELLS WAS THAT!" Leone would roar in anger at the disguised female. This was a blaster duel and by code of honor the first to hit one the match. Serg was the first the draw and hit his opponent and by rights was the victor of the match. It seemed though the person he pecked a fight with was more into permanent measures of settling the issue.

Crouched behind the vehicle, Serg would draw his second DL-44 and would temped a peak over the speeder to see if those that seconded the match were putting the scallyway cheat down. Do his dismay those that had promised to keep the match honest all had scrambled for their lives the moment they herd the machine fire. "COWARDS!" Serg would yell after them.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Serg Leone"]

Alas the poor Serg would find himself surely pressed as Vassara closed in. She was a runner, smuggler and athletic. Within a few moments she had charged the distance between them, leaping towards the speeeder, ready to vault it. One hand continued to fire the last rounds in the clip as the other reached for her Czerka Phrik fighting knife.

The other man had compromised his position by retreating and she pressed the advantage. As her cloak fluttered in the wind behind her, Vassara finally revealed her true nature. She leaped over the speeder, landing in a crouch and the hat came flying off, displaying a cascade of black long hair.

"Looks like a woman bested ya you whelp, come take me!" She roared.

With the knife in a reverse grip, she threw her pistol aside and squared up, preparing to attack Serg.

 

[Ryan]

The moment the now woman launched herself over the broken speeder landing in a crouch, Serg had reeled himself up and backwards with both pistols in hand and aimed at the would be murderer. She should of pressed her advantage harder instead of monologing and chopping her movements up between dropping weapons and squaring off with a 'knife'. Not really a good assassin when the kill was hers to have and now here she is -- in a blaster fight with knife.

"KARK YOU!!!!" The Pirate would roar, his voice rippling out like thunder and death as he rhythmically open fired with both DL-44s while backing up to keep the range as advantage.

[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[Khrad]

It was at that point the Trandoshan known as Khrad stepped out of the cantina and into the hot sun. For a lizard like him, it was wonderful out. To everyone else, it was almost hell. The Trandoshan had just finished a nice drink, looking for work, or barring that, easy targets to capture. He did need to increase his score.

As he walked out, his ears picked up the sound of blasterfire. Normally the single shot, gunslinger-esque dueling blasterfire was common on Tatooine, but the sustained automatic variety was not. The reptile uneasily drew his rifle, an old KX-80 with a nice scope on it. It was no sniper scope, but it made for a decent marksman's rifle.

THe lizard headed towards the gunfire, passing some people running in the opposite direction.

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Ombo]

Ombo's tendrils twitched in agitation as he watched a street magician pull a classic Alderaanian Doublelift. This could mean one of two things: either he was hungry, or one of his friends was in danger. The sound of blaster bolts discharging in the distance confirmed his suspicions.

What a pitiful weapon, he thought to himself as he sprinted towards the sounds of the firefight. Blaster could jam, blasters could run out of ammo, blasters bolts could be blocked. More traditional weapons were much better for fighting, especially in the close quarters of a city. That's what he'd been hired for, after all. Unlike the other members of the crew, he specialized in the close quarters of a ship hallway or corridors. He unsheathed his trident from his back and started sprinting full on, springing between walls using the natural sticky bottoms of his feet. His fool of a captain had engaged in some sort of duel, a form of boasting and entertainment that his species didn't comprehend. Not interested and confident in his captain's abilities, he had instead watched a street magician before the beginning of the duel. Now, he regretted the decision. He lowered his body almost horizontally as he used his trident as a pole vault, springing over a nearby wall and taking a sweeping look over the battlefield, such as it was.

His captain was busy losing to a woman. In his species, the females were much weaker than the males, so this came as a complete surprise to him. However, he knew his captain needed his help and he pole vaulted again with his trident, pulling his fira out in mid air as he landed just behind his captain.

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

[member="Ombo"] @Khrad@Serg Leone [member="Vassara Raxis"]

" Hot" Tiktok said as he came out of the Cantina behind the large and not so tasty reptile. His trusty frying pan and meat cleaver were dangling loosly on his belt as he tried to stay in the big things shadow. not like Endor, was this dust ball no good eats but beetles. He had bought a few hundred skunk worms for dinner tonight, tasty stinkies that smelled almost as bad as the mangy little ewok that had bought them.

When Tiktok heard the blaster fire he began to snarl, his crooked little teeth glinting as he looked for something to bite. As luck would have it a trandoshan hip was beside him. " Bad fire!" he squeled as he took a chomp at his crew mates hip. He could smell fishman to, it was off the ship. Not cooking type of fish, had sprayed him with a water bottle last time he tried.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Werdla might have been a crew member of the Drea's Revenge, but if Serg couldn't hold his own against one woman, especially with three other crewmates moving to back him up.. Besides it was possible she'd had a drink or two, which in 'Las case was a drink or two too many. Which probably explained the words she hollered at the pair as they engaged in desperate combat.

"Yeah! Show that whelp! Teach him t'braid his hair properly! Serg, Serg, Serg! Take off yer shirt! The glare'll blind her, she'll be putty in yer hands!"

Was this a serious situation? Yes. Was it conceivably life or death? Also yes, but that was basically a daily occurrence, you couldn't let it keep you from enjoying yourself. Besides, she'd gone without the armour for once, and was reduced to squinting at things in the harsh light. Even if she did pull her blaster, she'd just be shooting. Not shooting at anything, just shooting. Which had it's time and place of course.

[member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Serg Leone"]

Vassara fell flat imitating the captains tactic and rolling right. As she rolled, tucking into a ball the dust and sand rose up in plumes and whiffs. The same dust and sand that was so irritable, scorching and annoying would now become her ally. With her free hand her fingers grasped around the minuscule grains and she sprang up from her roll, launching from her shoulder into a crouch on Sergs left side.

Her flourishing hat fell off, the disguise now completely dismantled. Vassara teeth gritted in a snarl of rage and she lunged forwards, denying the man his ranged assets. Her hand came up, flinging the and in a spray towards his eyes and she moved in, locking a foot behind his and launching a quick jab with her open palm.

If the strike landed, he would catch his foot on hers and surely stumble...

 

[Ryan]

"Stay you still you hamster!" Serg snarled as he watched in awe and disgust as his bolts could not find home, even at this close of range it should of been a guarantee kill for a gunslinger of his experience. Add insult to injury the bouncing, rolling critter zig zaged right into close quarter combat with the pirate captain, knocking the man on his ass with a well placed trip and palm strike.

Landing on his back the captain would instinctively use his feet to push his body further away as his two blasters bared upon [member="Vassara Raxis"] . Out of his peripheral vision he can till he was actually at the feet of [member="Ombo"] , the fish that looked menacing with a Trident in hand. Maybe lady luck was going to play in his favor this day after all. Was also a piece of mind knowing that one had loyal crew to back ya up when the going gets rough.

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"] [member="Khrad"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Serg Leone"]

As soon as he fell his aim would be compromised, but with the crew beginning to gather nearby, she had no intentions of dying. A growl escaped the young womans throat and she whistled twice. From the shadows Silas, her travelling companion opened fire. Stun slugs raced and zipped through the air as his Czerka shot gun boomed a long song of death.

Vassara wasted no time, with a quick kneel she retrieved her pistol, slamming a new clip in as she dashed to the alleyway and disappeared amongst the crowd. Her dirty tan overcoat was shed and her tan trousers as well, revealing her true form. A woman clad in black pants and spacers coat, with dull red trim.

It did not take long to disappear into the crowds chaos. And like that she was gone....

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Aaand she was gone after some buddy of hers showed off some awful aim. Maybe he couldn't see in the bright light either. Whatever the case, [member="Serg Leone"] wasn't dead, so that was all right. Plus he had technically hit her first, so he could still say he'd won, and the honour of the crew remained largely intact. That didn't mean she wasn't going to heckle him.

"Aw, Cap'n, another woman ran off after seeing you on your back waiting for her? She's probably just allergic to seafood, no reason t'cry about it."

The Mando strolled over leisurely, two WESTAR 45's shoved in the waistband of her trousers that hadn't been there before.

"Also, I may have killed some guy. We might want to go soonish. No rush, just saw his friend scurrying of with that look. Friend? Brother? Wife? Aqualish. All look the same to me."

She shrugged. What was that look you ask? The one that said they would either be reappearing with a posse quite soon, of you might see them in ten years uttering some ridiculous 'You killed my clutch-mate, prepare to die!' or the like.

 

[Khrad]

Khrad reached the area where the shooting was coming from. He could still smell the acrid scent of blasterfire in the air. His gun was still ready and up when he spotted two humans, one dirty and scuffed, the other with two pistols shoved in her belt. By the way they were talking, it seemed that they weren't fighting. The other combatant had vanished, it seemed. Khrad walked slowly towards the pair.

"It lookssss like I am too late to shoot anything today. But the local authoritiesss might pay me for bringing in a troublemaker. And the pretty girl would fetch a good price at the Hutt'sss court."

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Serg Leone"]

 

[Ryan]

The dust up was over in moments, though to Serg if felt as if it was a lifetime. And when the dust settled the mysterious bouncing lass had disappeared under the cover fire of an ally in the shadows and then it was done. Serg rolled to his feet holstering his left hand blaster and keeping his right just in case there was a counter attack. He looked back to [member="Ombo"] giving the loyal fish warrior a nod of respect.

Before you could give the all clear the sultry female mando had exited the bar and barraged the Captain with her quick witted sass. He would of preferred her to barrage those that were trying to kill him with lethal bolts of lasers but yet she still found a way to give the Morellian from Corellia a laugh. "Listen me beauty! There are very few woman that can handle all this" His grin was sharp as he fired back at [member="Werdla Dardalab"] . Now on the subject of her killing someone on the side of this muck up. Well, actually Serg didn't have time to think on if they should move on or stay cause the Trandoshan that had snooped his way into the fray piped up with his own idea.

"Aye Maty! Ya could try and hold all...." The captain had to do a quick head count of who he had with him at that very moment, silently counting to himself " All four of us. Collect a unspoken reward from a possible peasant's purse. He'd be very pleased with ya charity work" Serg would lay his words calmly at the trandoshan with his Corellian rich accent, while his right hand still griped the blaster pistol with yet no need to raise the weapon upon the Lizard just yet. Now the trandoshans were ferocious beasts and this one from a quick glance seemed to live up to the hype. Brass balls to add to the mix, maybe there was a deal to be made here?

"Or you could join my crew, get equal share of our intake" He would pitch the mercenary. Greed was a powerful weapon and Serg would love to fill the vacant position aboard his ship with trandoshan muscle. The Alternative to this situation was that [member="Tiktok The Cook"] would have a new ingredient to his mystery stew or slop or what ever the creature liked to call it.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Lizardman. Bah. Bloody cheaters, oh look at me, my arms come off but that's okay because I'll just regrow it. La reckoned if you took the time to remove a persons limb they should have the decency to keep it removed. Prosthetics were all right. Having to pay thousands of credits to clone a new one was also all right, if a bit creepy, but just growing a new one? Bah.

Still, she'd already killed one alien today, and seeing as she couldn't see to aim out in this damned sun, and didn't have her armour on.. Possibly for once violence wouldn't be the immediate answer. Besides, 'La got extra mouthy when drunk. [member="Serg Leone"] could probably handle this one. Or [member="Ombo"] was still there ready to skewer something. Hopefully the seafood comment had gone over his head.

"He did call me pretty, I s'pose that's worth something. Course if I'd known there was a chance of Hutt's I'dve worn something nicer!"

And by something nicer she meant full armour. Hutts were both the Mandos most and least favourite. Least favourite because they were disgusting and yet still fancied and liked groping at humanoids, and most because they tended to have all sorts of loot when you killed them for groping at you.

[member="Khrad"] [member="Tiktok The Cook"]

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

[member="Serg Leone"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ombo"]

Tiktok snarled as he came around the corner, his ladle and frying pan in his little mangy paws and his meat cleaver dangling. He eye balled the assembled big ones before exposing his fangs and jumping at the captain. The mangy, greasy and rabidly crazy Ewok aimed at Serg's meaty leg looking to take a few nibbles.

" tasty crunchy!! Skunky worms escape, no yum yums new!. " he snarled a bit before casting a glance at the fish man and the woman " Fishy man lunch lunch, yum yums" he then turned his gaze at the new woman " Ohh no,no ... Cap'n new booty, Tiktok cook good eatz. Slugum piea".

 

[Ombo]

Ombo blinked as the dust settled. He still had his fira out in a battle-ready position, but obviously there was no more need for them. Carefully, he tucked them into the sheaths at his side. The crew was assembled plus a few 'extras", but he knew that the others provided no threat. In fact, the most threatening one there was [member="Tiktok The Cook"] ; the unstable cook was unpredictable. However, the ewok was too far away to even get close to Ombo. He surveyed the woman that was there. She seemed to passive, not really a threat. His job here was done, essentially. He did not have much to offer the crew outside of pure combat, so the second they were done fighting he just became a decoration. Of course, he had more to do than just hang out with the pirates at the moment. He usually joined the crew for big jobs, and of course the ship was his only real home. He chose to say nothing, and waited for Captain [member="Serg Leone"] , [member="Khrad"] , and the woman to make the next moves.