The World's Best Cantina (No Fighting......Yet)

[Waru]

An amused chuckle erupted from Waru's chest. "You will get up on your own power." He crossed his arms with indifference as he looked to the others in the audience.. All of these individuals were pathetically weak minded. They easily outnumbered him but the average citizen sat in a sort of animated fear. Their gazes were subtle. Their breaths were shallow..
They were weak....Pathetic...They reminded him of himself, for he was nothing without the giant behemoth he stood in.
"Look at them.... They are weak....They must be rooted out, and destroyed... These people did nothing to help you... Don't you think we should pay them back?
"Let's kill them.."
He looked to the crowd who seemed to take his threat to heart..
"What do you say?"
(Targeting NPCS)


[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Tarik Shen-Jon]

Finishing his drink, Tarik looked over at Carden.

Poor kid... Really should have kept his mouth shut...

Taking a look at the boy's wounds, he could only shake his head, sighing. The Corellian shot him a sympathetic look. "You'll be fine. All you need is a night of bacta-sleep."

The violent mechanical man addressed to the kid. "You will get up on your own power."

Tarik held his hand out. "Seriously... Need a hand? Or do you feel like 'getting up by your own power?' Up to you."

[member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Waru"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden got a hold of the barstool and pulled himself up "Waru, wasting innocent people just because they didn't help at anything doesn't mean they deserve to die. I may be a bounty hunter but I got a heart I do not kill people who have done nothing wrong, yet everyone does something wrong, I only take the lives of those who are truly rotten or if they have done something that cannot be forgiven." Carden said then took a pause and stummbled to the bar counter. "[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"] you are right, a bacta sleep would be fine." Carden said then looked at Tarik. "I am fine my friend. Now we must continue our conversation." Carden said while getting off the bar counter and easing himself into his chair.

[member="Waru"]

 

[Sal Valentino]

Sal looked silently watched the metal man, Waru he said his name was, as he attacked Carden with a pretty impressive array of weapons. Though Sal didn't like Carden, he didn't want him to die, well not right now anyway. But it didn't look like Carden was in threats for now Waru was targeting all the others in the Cantina, if these people were to die everyone would be in big trouble. Trouble that even Sal could pay his wait out of. He'd have to stop this. Now.

Flipping a knife out of his pocket, Sal twisted it in his hand a little before launching it towards a wooden beam by Waru. The knife cut into the wood, infront of the cyborg man, and would definitely get his attention, "So Waru, about that job you want!" Sal would shout over the sounds of people trying to flee the Cantina.

[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]
[member="Waru"]

 

[Roshh Lago]

He stared at [member="Waru"], shaking badly. "S-sir, perhaps I s-should g-go" He said with fear in his voice. He slowly took a step back then he had a very stupid idea. "Perhaps this thing can be killed with blaster bolts!" This would work right? Probably not but if it did he was getting a higher paycheck. He pointed his blaster at Waru, trying to hide his fear. He put both hands on his blaster, shaking so badly he could barely hold his blaster up.
(Waru, I give you permission to kill my character right now)
[member="Sal Valentino"] [member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

 

[Waru]

For a second he stood, unaware of the dangers that amassed against him. The crowds voices molded erroneously together so making out words was momentarily impossible. What he did pick up was a speckle of green motioning in his peripherals, the dull shades his optical ports provided almost caused him to over-look [member="Roshh Lago"] , which would have indeed been an issue.

He was not invincible, he was actually more vulnerable than most. The outside world might as have been lethal as space, the severe burns he had obtained whilst on Mustafar made his skin unable to effectively defend against pathogens. Even the rise and fall of his chest was an instigated affair of cybernetics stimulating his alveolars.

"NO!" ​The Slug-Thrower which remained in his grasp flexed into the air. There was no need to aim down the sights for he stood directly in front of him. With a distinct click, the half-pound of pressure needed to set off the trigger was met.

A stream of fire coiled from the end of the barrel as yet another triage of pellets were woven into the air, the spent shell casings which bounded from the gun's ejector port smoked continuously. The blast was aimed, point blank at Roshh's chest. Time to see if his attempt was met with results.
(Friend Q_Q Roshh !!!)
Something else, a glint of metal glazed his optics, as the knife pierced into the wooden beams, it'd draw his attention, haphazardly his neck pivoted towards the disturbance. Sal. Perhaps he would be hired yet... Still, his full attention should have been on Roshh. But it was not, at least, not totally. It left opening of sorts, should anyone in the crowd wish to harm him, they would be able to see this opening.
Sal Valentino

 

[Roshh Lago]

"GAH!" Roshh flew back into a table with a loud crash, almost everyone looked at Roshh as he laid on the ground. Roshh had no possible chance of survival, the shot had killed him instantly. His blaster was on the floor and half of it blown it to peices due to it being hit with the slug. Roshh could do nothing to save himself but what someone else could do is grab Roshh's satchel full of thermal detonaters and destroy that cyborg. Roshh's lifeless body was just staring up at the ceiling. Roshh Lago was indeed.....dead.
[member="Waru"] [member="Sal Valentino"] [member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

For Ace's gang, patrolling the streets of scum and villainy was a daily thing. Being Ex-Republic soldiers, they had a fondness of peace and order, disliking when terror was struck into the hearts of the innocents. So of course the gang of five individual's attention would be drawn to a nearby Cantina, as people began to flock out of the entrance, pushing and stumbling over each other. A loud bang was heard within establishment, causing the men to sprint into action. Lifting their arms, they would all draw their Republic standard military issued blaster pistols, raising them as they entered. Their sights would be drawn to the bulky, tall cyborg who held his slugthrower, smoke rising form it's barrel.

[member="Roshh Lago"] had been the unfortunate victim of a crazed psychopath, gaining an injury that he couldn't recover from. Thinking back weeks before, Ace remembered saving this man from a blaster bolt injury in another bar. The soldier's black, shaved head would shake back and forth as his teeth grit in anger, his blaster's iron sights pointing directly at Waru's armored self. Pointing towards several tables, the man would indicate for two of his men to take cover, while the three stood out in the open, beginning their assault. Three bolts of energy would burst from their blaster pistols as they took aim at [member="Waru"], their red forms heading for the cyborgs back. From his cover one of the soldiers, Scorch, would pipe up, "Holy shit, look at the size of that thing!" It was true, Waru was indeed a mechanical beast, it was not sure whether or not the bolts would have the intended effect.

 

[Sal Valentino]

From the last few weeks, it seemed wherever Sal went, violence would follow. And now, the situation was slowly deteriating, his bodyguard was dead, Carden Lorps was dead, and now armoured men were threatening his business. Sal would have to stop this with different methods, the only method he could utilise in this situation. Bribery.

Getting up from his seat, Sal stood between the soldiers and Waru, but to the side, out the way of the blaster fire. "I'm sure we can come to an a fair agreement, instead of the death of you and most others in this cantina," Sal began, grabbing and then flashing the contents, which was almost 500,000 credits "Why don't we all just sit down and talk this through?"

[member="Ace Thrakish"]
[member="Waru"]

 

[Waru]

His attention waned allowing the path-way for the timely assault. The dark bar was provided with ample illumination as crimson bolts bit through the air. Gas blew from Waru's back as the bolts warped portions of the metal together. The interlocking joints fused together causing his motion to become a laborious chore. "Hull breech!. Danger. Danger. Outer-hull breech, exposure to cotangents could prove to be lethal..." "Computer.." His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the menacing shell he stood in.
"Divert power into Life-Support systems, also give me a few hertz for the directional array.. I cannot live, if I cannot move." Blue flame leaped from the soles of his feet as he dashed to the side. At this moment in time, the events at hand happened to transpire in a haze of slow-motion.. The artificial adrenaline which had been pumped into his body was to replicate the human experience.

Whilst he dashed to the side, a gun commenced to piecing itself together on the tip of his helm. Through the optical view-port, the link from the scope was established. The crystal which reflected the laser's which would aid in his aiming were split, they aimed at the troopers that surrounded him. "BOOM!" A bright light unrivaled from the ends of the barrel, he aimed to kill them. (The troopers NPCS that is.)
​"Avert course, collision imminent." The flame in his feet died out, his body shifted three hundred and sixty degrees whilst he rode his descent. His back slammed against the wall, even though he worked to slow his descent. His optical array worked in over-time to provide images which were now fuzzy. Upwards he drew his mangled hand which carried his slug-thrower which was directed at [member="Ace Thrakish"] . He'd fire. "There is no negotiating with these men. They will feel their strength crumble under my might!"


Sal Valentino

 

[GalacticNiv]

"MOVE!" Yelled the older soldier, glancing to the rookies that had replaced his previous squad members. They had been gunned down by a runaway bounty hunter, leaving him with the less experienced members of Faction he worked with. With a bend of his legs, Ace would shoot to the side, skidding across the ground to take cover beneath one of the cantina's booths. The powerful cannon-like laser that erupted from [member="Waru"]'s mouth impacted with the ground, emitting an explosion that would disintegrate the two soldiers that had once been at Ace's side. The man's mouth would open in horror as he watched this unravel, his attention being directed towards his more experienced friend, Scorch.

Lifting from behind his cover, the full head of hair that belonged to Scorch would rise, his blaster pistol still in hand. Aiming it around the room, he would feel a pang of nervousness, seeing as Waru had taken cover in an unknown spot. Reaching to his belt, the man would retrieve two items, a remote controller, and a round, golden thermal detonator. Cocking his arm backwards, he would live up to his name, tossing the grenade along the ground, it stopping as it reached Waru's previous destination, which was not too far from his cover. Listening to Sal's words, the group would remain in cover, as the Cyborg did. The grenade would not explode, however several flashing lights could be seen on it's form. Ace's voice would ring out from beneath the booth, speaking briefly. "Could be a trick, why should we trust you?" He spoke, grinning as he realized Scorch's plan, for they now had leverage.
[member="Sal Valentino"]

 

[Waru]

"NO!" The orb careened through the air, the explosive ordinance that he thought would explode was more than enough to smolder his titanium alloy with steel bones to ash. The full spectrum of color danced into the air, perhaps this was the end. His life flashed before his eyes, the inhospitable world of Mustafar surrounded him. He could smell the sulfur which had always singed his throat.
Death...
Death..
Only.. It didn't explode. He counted the shots, he needed to reload, he would need time... Time he didn't have. He'd throw the slug-thrower to the floor. His fingers collapsed onto themselves as it allowed the clawed talon to protrude from the end. Pushing off his feet he'd stride forward. Dragging his arm along the base of the their cover he sought to rip them asunder with his serrated claw. (Once again Trooper, NPCS)
Sal Valentino

Ace Thrakish

 

[Carden Lorps]

Caden looked back fromm his seat. "Hell." Carden said then pulled himself over the bars counter "well Tarik, I don't feel like getting shot by soldier boy or metal man right now. So im going to sit behind here for a while." Carden said then had seen another bottle of Corellian Whiskey, so he grabbed it. Carden's leg started to feel a bit better, the men started a fight and Carden didn't want more death, the death is already far too much in the galaxy. Carden looked at the bar tender, a old friend of Carden. "Hey, bar-boy, you wanna give me a hand up to the bar counter." Carden said with a laugh. The bartender helped Carden up to the bar counter and he was now facing the situation. "Stop, why do we always fight? Why not just have a innocent meeting, or have a drink? These authorities are wasting their time on your petty fighting, just go back to talking with Mr. Valentino." Carden said loud enough so everyone in that direction could hear. "Everyone should go back to business, especially you solider boys over there. Waru, chill your jets and talk not fight." Carden said to Waru, then took a sip of his whiskey and threw it to the ground so it would shatter "there so everyone just cool it."

[member="Waru"]
[member="Ace Thrakish"]
[member="Sal Valentino"]
[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

 

[Tarik Shen-Jon]

Tarik slapped a handful of credits onto the bar, before swiveling on his stool to look upon the carnage. The cyborg had killed a man, and in the ensuing chaos a small group of soldiers arrived.

The sounds of combat ringing in his ears, Tarik could only close his eyes in disappointment. Why couldn't people karking behave themselves om a bar?

There was no route to the exit that did not involve him killing at least three people, so there was only one option. The Corellian gripped the edge of the bar, hefting his weight over to the other side, taking cover until things died down.

[member="Sal Valentino"] [member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Waru"] [member="Ace Thrakish"]

 

[GalacticNiv]

Ace wouldn't have dared to detonate a thermal detonator in the bar, otherwise he'd just be as bad as [member="Waru"] was. Instead of falling for the bluff, the mechanical titan would charge forward, heading for Scorch and Picker's position. Leaping out of his cover, Ace would sprint forward, watching as Waru brandished his powerful claw at his friends. "NO!" He screamed, bending his legs before he leaped into the air, aiming to wrap his arms around the bounty-hunter's neck, and heave down in an attempts to force him to the ground. This feat would be incredibly difficult, however Ace would not care, for it was for his friend. At this point, the remaining two soldiers had left their cover, lifting their own weapons to aim at their enemy. Picker's blaster pistol would erupt red light, shooting forth two bolts that were aimed at the beast's stomach.

Squeezing around the trigger of his pistol, Scorch could not help but think of [member="Kohai Drenn"] as the blaster did not fire. "Oh, you've got to be karking kidding me." He would say, pulling the dud power pack clip from his weapon. Tossing it to the ground in anger, the man would stomp on the magazine violently, before throwing the gun itself directly at Waru's face.

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden decided he was over it and slid back over the counter where Tarik was. "Mate, any bar you go into around the whole galaxy there is always fighting, you just can't avoid it." Carden took a pause "well, I say we enjoy it." Carden then grabbed another whiskey and drank from the bottle. "Oh what great things are on every planet."

[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]

 

[Tarik Shen-Jon]

Tarik snagged the bottle from Carden's hands. "I'm not sure you should be drinking with that blood loss..." The man trailed off.

"Then again... it's your prerogative, but that mir'osik isn't gonna leave you be just because you're tipsy."

Contradicting his own words, the corellian took a swig of the whiskey, before handing it back. "Don't be getting all haryc b'aalyc, now."

Tarik, for one, wasn't interested in engaging this lot. Bar fights were a waste of time.
[member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Waru"] [member="Ace Thrakish"] [member="Sal Valentino"]
CMi

 

[Carden Lorps]

"Mabye your right." Carden said while putting the bottle down. He leaned back and closed his eyes "I don't even drink much, hehe just started to. Mabye it would be good to stop." Why would he even be in a bar, things always ended up in a bad position. Carden then felt a bit dizzy and looked out ahead of him the bar was a little fuzzy, then Carden puked to the side "yep time to stop."
[member="Tarik Shen-Jon"]