The Ol' Bar Thread

[RC 212]

Nar Shaada
Bar

Zok looked up from his drink, watching the news. Sith, Imperials, GA, Jedi. The whole galaxy was going to hell. He'd spent about a good decade on the inside of the First Order war machine. Crushing Rebellion, taking folks top their graves with a knife or Nightstinger Rifle in the dead of the twilight.

But that was behind him now.

He'd stolen an TIE Interceptor, fled to Nar Shaada and regrouped his mind.

His fist closed around the glass as someone bumped into him. Ever paranoid he shot a glance sideways.

"Watch it buddy!"

"Watch yourself there friend," He shot back...

 

[Myrian Zara]

Just outside a bar at Nar Shadaa...

Even Myrian knew how tired she was... Travelling the harsh urban environment and city-scape of Nar Shaddaa was a blast, but it could get tiring.
She's been into nicer places, but the Smuggler's Moon was only one of the best industrial and entertainment planets she knew.

Now that she's into the interest of the moon itself, she might as well go all the way and get into a bar. And she does enter into one, it was quite busy. Bartenders stayed behind their long desks and she heard laughs from drunken folk, as well as sober folk since they weren't into drinking yet. Scratching her head, she already got used to the environment. She could also get used to how others look at her. Her pale white skin could attract attention. It's how she was born. But for that, she doesn't mind.

Sitting at the long table just across a peculiar figure of sorts ([member="Zok Stellaris"]), she politely calls out a bartender. "Something... Hm... I heard there's this new hangover fizz drink..."

"Huh..." The bartender winced. "Jogan Fizz?"

"That's it, Sir-ree! Need one tall glass of 'em!"

"Uh... Aren't you too young to be-" The bartender was supposed to tell on Myrian when she suddenly presented a plastic card. The bartender takes it while looking around. Then he looks at the card again and winced. He whispered at her. "N-No way... You transferred... 3 cargo boxes of Kyber's? Who's the client?!"

"Only the best, sir-ree. Best I don't tell ya everythin' or it's gonna be a problem. And... my age doesn't really look too childish. I got more... experience than you think. And with experience... I mean the deep thing." Myrian replied in a whisper, hinting her eyes turning red for a moment before her eyes turned back to Aqua. "I think I ordered a drink."

"O-Okay! Okay... I'll keep the card then?" The bartender asked, and she nodded before he immediately got to work in making her drink.

Then Myrian looked at the peculiar figure with a grin. "Ya look pretty wasted there, mate. What's your story?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myrian Zara"]

He glanced over at the strange girl.

"Tell me yours first."

One hand rested on the butt of his Mer-Sonn slugthrower, ready to draw if she be an agent out to get him. Past crimes and such.

 

[Myrian Zara]

[member="Zok Stellaris"]

And even she's making sure she's ready to throw-down while aware her dual pistols were in her jacket. He looked at his eyes, tracking him for any sort of distrust. For some reason, she's able to find it, but she couldn't trace his sense of hostility yet. She smirked right at him.

"If ya wanna know, I was able to get some hot packages off planets. Worth the pay, I guess. Barty, where's yer drink?" Myrian called the Bartender for not seeing her drink in front of her yet. Then, the bartender quickly finished the drink and served it to her... with the liquid having the color of light purple with hints of white stripes inside it. The bartender quietly leaves her alone to attend other customers while she took a sip of her Jogan Fizz drink. She hummed a satisfied tune. "Nice... First time trying the Jogan Fizz...

"Anyway, another side thing for me could have been helping out a few friends. Hm... Maybe I shouldn't tell you too much? I CAN tell ya I got into a fire fight... Ya look like you had some action yourself." Smirking, she revealed one of her dual blaster pistols from her jacket. "'Cause I can pretty much kick a buck pay."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myrian Zara"]

His eye brow perked up at the sound of "Firefight." He liked that sort of thing and truth be told Zok felt his finger getting ever more twitchy these days. Despite that he'd sworn off killing.....

Could be an interesting lead....​

As a merc now with nothing to lose, he guessed she was a smuggler of sorts. All that talk about packages getting delivered was getting Zok hot and bothered, and he was feeling yearning to go out to the black once more.

"So uh......these packages. You need maybe an escort flyin' em?"

He took another slug of the Whiskey, letting it burn so good.

"Pretty good pilot. Not gonna tell ya my back story but I can do two things," He said, holding up two fingers.

"Shoot and fly."

He slammed the bottle empty back on the table, which his neighbor didn't like.

 

[Myrian Zara]

Myrian giggled a little while sipping on her drink, before shutting her eyes tight with the intoxicating fizz she's taking nicely...

"Could be the next few days. I'm taking a break. The packages... Well... Better if we don't talk about it here." Myrian sighed before continuing. "Things are really cooping up on whatever's going on with either private individuals or the Hutts. Can't change news around that's too excitin' too ignore. I'm more interested on how the First Order's handling themselves these days. Most smugglers don't care. But I do. They got some power that could influence the galaxy. Dunno how it'll turn out, but I guess we won't know yet."

And Myrian takes more of her drink just before she noticed there were two guys, both big-muscled type aliens. They look like Weequay as far as she knew them. They seem to stare at [member="Zok Stellaris"]. One of them decided to speak, at least with the language of Basic.

"Enjoying your drink, you Sap?" One Weequay said. "What about we talk about a few things? Settle down and listen. I have nice people looking for you. You, girl, just stay away from this. We like this man."

Myrian took a sip from her fizz drink and it was intoxicating to her that she liked it. She put her glass down and looked at the two Weequay. "You like him for money? You're outta luck. He's not free. He's with me."

"Really? Then I guess we'll have no problem if you come with us." The other Weequay said just before he drew a blaster pistol from his hidden holster and aimed it at her. "I think we could come to a compromise if we didn't shoot each other."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myrian Zara"]

"Chit."

This was the part he dreaded. His hand clasped around the butt of his Mer-Sonn, but slow and almost imperceptible. He kept a polite smile on his face and nodded, keeping his eyes locked with the Weequay. She had his back and he appreciated that.

​

But who the hell is she?​

"Then let's talk bud. who exactly did you say it was?"

It was a stall, and his finger had now made it ever so slow into the trigger guard. His arm muscles tensed under the jacket.

Here we go. Another Gunfight, another huge ass bar tab and my face on just about every network. Just what a defected FOSB agent needs when he's trying to hide.​

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Screw it.​

​

He began to draw his pistol, inch by inch....

 

[Ronen Jerik]

"Another..."

"Mate, i think you've drunk quite enough..." The bartender began to lay his hands on Ronen's shoulders, moving him away from the barstool. Ronen slammed his hands on the table.

"I-I will drink as much of... this as i like!" He didn't take much care to what he was drinking, by this point he'd half forgotten what good alcohol tasted like. Before the bartender had any more time to quieten the scene that was being escalated, he moved onto the next customer, and he looked to his left, and saw this tiny, little girl from across the bar. Then, he heard the golden drink she was asking for, Ronen heard - in the side of his ear - "Jogan fizz".

"J-j..." He could hardly get the words from his lips.

He turned to his right, to two, muscly creatures, some race he wasn't particularly familiar with, but was in no state to make competent decisions on who to talk to.

"Hear that? She wants Jogan Fizz!" He began to laugh, in utter hysterics. They began to look past his shoulder, at the woman sitting past him, talking to some sort of smuggler.

During his hysterical fit of laughter, the two began to walk past him, talking in a language he didn't recognize. He couldn't actually see them, but at least their silhouettes. Although, the drink didn't make Force Sense any easier to use.

After a few minutes of what can be described as a alcohol induced fit, he fel- wait...

Something happened in the room, he sensed some coldness, a sobering coldness. Blasters...

"Hey, Kiso- (The Bartender) Tell me something, what's happening on that table over there..." He pointed, still laughing under his breath.

"Nothing good..."

 

[Myrian Zara]

Few interesting things happened. She saw her likely companion become aware of a threat, and then there was the drunkard who started to become interested in the scene. Interesting, indeed. She then shrugged.

"Know what? I think I wanna take it against your advice, mate. Time to black out." Myrian muttered the last sentence before she got off the chair and immediately went for her dual blaster pistol. Her reflexes worked quite well as she saw one of the Weequay open fire. The bolt nearly grazed her cheek just as she ducked and had her elbow ready the whole time. The fake worked and the Weequay in front had his torso hit, pushing him back. The other Weequay had his pistol drawn, but she smirked, already having her other hand claim the other dual pistol and squeezed the trigger, immediately hitting the target dead on the chest.

As the one Weequay from behind fell down dead, the other who was only hurt on his torso had his feet swept, while his back hit the floor hard. She pointed her weapon right at his face. "I wanna be real clear, luv. Anytime ya look for bounties and such, make sure I'm not around, or ya buddy will be what ya gonna be next."

"You're gonna pay for this." The remaining Weequay muttered this just before Myrian let go of him. Without a doubt, he crawled off quickly and got up to run out of the bar...

Myrian picked up her glass of Jogan Fizz and sipped a larger amount than usual before holstering her blaster pistol. "Now, where were we?"

[member="Zok Stellaris"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ronen Jerik"] [member="Myrian Zara"]

"We were uhh......"

...


"Uhh.."

BLAM!​

And they were going to pay for that. Nar Shaadda was a bought and paid for town. Not moments after they had departed they were back through the door, this time with Concussion Rifles. Zok could only guessed they'd grabbed them from their bikes outside. At the head a sturdy looking Mandalorian fella, decked out in yellow plates with black skulls on them.

Twin concussion blasts sailed over their heads, impacting the bottles on the shelf, sending fragments of glass and liquor flying.

"Feth me!"

He ripped his pistol free, vaulted over the bar, popped back up and lined up his sights.

Just as he did, the big fella began to speak, Helmet booming his words. Wrist rocket firing towards the bar where his quarry lay.

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"Everyone that's not involved in this, get the feth out....NOW!"​

 

[Ronen Jerik]

[member="Zok Stellaris"] [member="Myrian Zara"]

Blaster bolts had fired across the room, Kiso shoving Ronen out of the way, the bolt passing by his head in the fray.

Throughout the whole experience, Ronen had found it very hard to follow. Not only because he didn't have the common sight, but because he was under the influence. However, he thought the whole ordeal was over, the two blokes had left the bar, no issue. Too good to be true of course. The two burst through the door once more, armed clearly, but with what Ronen could not tell.

Ronen could feel it. It was a mandalorian. He could tell, the feeling of utter dishope, the stench of death. The wrist-rocket fired at the bar, sensing it, Ronen jumped backwards, not totally avoiding the blast, some shrapnel hitting him across the face.

"Hey! I was drinking that!" The mandalorian -clearly not one to debate or contemplate- shot from his high-calabur blaster. Remembering his training, Ronen's saber flew up, it's bright white light emitting across the room, the blaster bolt whipping into the ceiling of the room.

"Kark!"

"Get all three." The mandalorian said, with an air of coldness.

 

[Myrian Zara]

"Eh..." Myrian muttered this to herself just before she jumped the counter and was taking cover. As soon as the dirty bunch of men came in the bar to crash the party, she was already convinced. That group of men wanted to collect a bounty, dead or alive. And they clearly liked [member="Zok Stellaris"]. But for what? "Damn blokes should just get lost," she mutters further.

And when Myrian saw how the drunkard flipped what is obvious as a lightsaber into his hand, she was heavily surprised. He was deflecting bolts with it too and she smiled in excitement. "A jedi?" She muttered this aloud, letting Zok hear her words. She then looked at him.

"Short intro just to close things off. Myrian's the name, transportation and shooting's the game. Nice to meet ya, whatever-your-name-is." Myrian then equipped and pointed her blaster pistols at the bounty hunters. "That all ya got?!!"

People were already screaming and running out of the bar at other entrances just to evade the fight.

One of the bounty hunters chuckled. "Bad choice for not coming in quietly. Boys, make them mince-meat." And with no doubt, the other bounty hunters opened fire at them, with Myrian already retaliating by firing back with her dual pistols...

 

[Ronen Jerik]

[member="Myrian Zara"] [member="Zok Stellaris"]

"Name's Rone-" 3 Blaster bolts fire towards him, 2 getting deflected into the ceiling once more, the other into the floor. "A little rusty..."

The Bounty Hunter's clearly had some level of experience. Just by watching where they were firing, aiming for his legs and his forearms, places that were particularly difficult to defend, even with Ronen's extensive experience in the Soresu Form. The saber felt heavy in his hands, but numb, due to the length of time he'd practiced with it, like putting on an old boot.

The Third Hunter pointed his concussion rifle straight between his eyes. Sensing it, Ronen brought his saber up, the contact-noise filling the room, the solitary buzz making the hair stand on the ends of all the people leaving the bar. The blaster bolt was thrown across the room, and hit the Hunter with the injured leg straight in the chest, slamming him into the wall.

"Haha! Don't mess with Ronen Jerik!" The Mandalorian sent a Rocket straight towards Ronen, heading straight for his torso. His hands, stretched out, the rocket slowed - almost to a stop - he could see it was about to blow, so he directed it towards the floor, as he didn't have the strength nor sense to send it back.

"Myria-" The blast sent him into the side of the bar, scorching his legs and right arm.

"Ahh.." He groaned.

"Concentrate fire on the small one..."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Myrian Zara"] [member="Ronen Jerik"]

As a blaster round skipped by his shoulder, drawing wispy smoke and pain he grimaced.

"Bit of a chit time for intros don't you think? Zok Stellaris, most wanted man in the room."

He snapped off two shots, and then a third, triangular pattern to drop one Cartel member. Another three entered, with heavy repeaters. This was about to get ugly. The Jedi seemed to be doing well though.

"Fething feth."

He grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her down....

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"Duck!"​

Repeater fire shredded the bar top, cutting swathes through their cover. He had them prone as close to the deck as one could be. Most of the shots went high, penetrating the weak wooden cover, raining smoldering splinters and ash down on them.

"Tight spot."

He glanced around, rising to a crouch, using one hand to stabilize himself, other holding the Mer-Sonn vertical as Concussion orbs of energy kept exploding what was left of the bottles above them.

"Grenades would be great right about now!"

 

[Renaldo Moon]

The Aqualish was here for a simple delivery job. But was done with it now. Rogo was walking down the street and passed the bar. However, he turned back to see what looked like all the patrons rushing our of the building. Feeling a little perplexed, he stepped forwards just as he heard what sounded like a bomb go off. Flinching from the loud noise he considered just turning back. But morbid curiosity kept him from taking the safe route.

Rushing up to the entrance, Rogo looked into the establishment and saw a pretty nasty conflict unfolding. Several individuals, including what looked like a jedi, fighting off some bounty hunters. One of which looking like a Mandalorian. Unsure what to do he hid beside the doorway and pulled out his S-5 heavy blaster pistol. But wasn't sure if he should get involved yet. Maybe he could see if he could take whatever bounty there was for himself.