Duel Volcano Girls

[Sam Rodarch]

Terminus Utopia

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The transport shuttle had only come here to pick up a few last-minute passengers. Dock. Pick up. Disembark. Sounded simple, right?

Apparently not.

It had taken approximately five minutes for the transport to get embroiled in what was evidently an extortion racket. Dubious space station 'officials' had descended upon the craft as soon as it had landed, citing obscure if not completely fictitious rules and regulations that demanded a hefty fine to be paid before they would be granted permission to leave. They'd even clamped the damn shuttle. As far as scams went, it was pretty well run operation.

Unfortunately, the pilot of the transport was the most tight-fisted Gran that had ever existed because he refused out of sheer principle to pay the fee. Didn't matter how much the rest of the passengers pleaded with the mammalian alien, how they offered to pool together to pay. He would not be defeated by these shady grifters.

He even stood his ground when one Samantha Rodarch threatened to invert his stupid cud-eating face with her fists.

You have to respect a man with solid principles like that.

I mean, she still hit him but you have to respect it.

With nothing else to do, the former-shockboxer found herself wandering the ironically named Terminus Utopia looking for something to pass the time until their situation could be resolved. It was an absolute dive. A shethole. Depressingly low lighting punctuated by aggressive neon. The vendors looked about as trustworthy as a post-kebab fart, trying to hawk their shoddy counterfeit goods by yelling progressively louder at those who wandered by. Too poor, too irritated to even bother dealing with those arseholes.

Rodarch considered one of the many food bars littered around the commercial area of the station, but after witnessing a Gamorrean noodle chef passionately scratch his rash-ridden arse crack and sniff his green hand with delight afterwards the woman decidedly gave that option of passing the time with a hot meal a hard no. Even the rats were avoiding the food here.

The last option, much to her dismay came in the form of another bloody cantina. It's always a fething cantina.

The Howling Bantha

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Just as dark, just as dingy and with pounding background bass to worsen headaches. Filled to the brim with a depressing array of swill-spilling idiots that gave the teetotal woman plenty of reason for disgust. Shady gamblers all simultaneously accusing each other of cheating while cheating themselves as arguments seemed to explode from the tables every few minutes. Scattered about were fellow stranded travellers and pilots who had fallen victim to the scheme in such a horrendous manner that they ended up losing their ships entirely with drowning their sorrows the only apparent option left. Last but not least there were the locals who inhabited the station, they laughed loudest while practically fused to their regular bar stools, gleaming rotted teeth and jaundiced flesh as they mocked the stranded.

Rodarch had only been there a few minutes, but she'd heard the phrase, 'NEVA SHOULDA COME HERE' boomed outwards with cruel mirth from the locals at least three times already.

She grit her teeth, trying to find the most isolated spot possible amongst the rusty din, choosing to focus her furious stare upon a cracked screen that was broadcasting tauntaun racing. It was a foregone conclusion that the next person Sam looked at was going to be picking their teeth out of the toilet bowl tomorrow.

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Cara Dorniarn Jaya Tandris​

 

[Jaya Tandris]

As Jaya walked through the doors into the cantina, the dampened thumping of a bassline she heard outside suddenly blasted into her ears at full force. Patrons loudly talked over each other, threatened each other and got to blows with each other. Every seedy cantina was built on those foundations and quite frankly, Jaya wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Cantinas like this one felt like home, a place where nobody would bat an eye if she wanted to fight somebody, or get blackout drunk, or leave early with someone she would never see again. Or all three at the same time.

How she ended up on this particular station, though, Jaya couldn't for the life of her remember. It was marked up to getting a little too drunk the night before, but since it wasn't the first time it had happened to her it was little to worry about. A quick call to Zoey confirmed that her gauntlets and ship were still at home meaning nothing of importance was gone and credits hadn't been an issue since her days with the Collective. So, while she was here anyway, wherever 'here' was, Jaya figured she'd make the best of it before going home.

Though the cantina was tightly packed, Jaya easily pushed her way through the crowd on her way to the bar. She wanted a drink and a couple of people standing in the way wasn't going to stop her. If anyone made an issue out of her 'slight' nudging all the better- it'd only serve as a reason to start a fight and if there was one thing she enjoyed more than anything else, it was knocking someone out cold.

Sam Rodarch Cara Dorniarn ​

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Cara was here for music.

The station was an absolute depression, that was for certain. But to the engineer it proved the best place to snag rare underground tunes. An electronic beat was just better when found in such a shambled mess like this. Made it feel more genuine. Or Cara was just a hopeless eccentric.

She tugged the olive cloak over the new purchases stored on her belt. The cloak itself was made with a few tears and patches to make it look "lived in." The blue ID10 Seeker droid perched on her shoulder had been thrilled with the game of disguise, even "giggling" in its binary whistle when Cara had painted the rusty stains on its chassis.

While passing the various stands Cara pulled the wide brimmed hat over her face. No need to give these inferior lowlifes eye contact. Her hunt had been successful and it was time to ditch, the sooner Cara and Aidee could return to the Azure Star the sooner both of them could get disinfected.

Plans have a funny way of changing.

Aidee, comfortable in his little shoulder-mounted harness, barely let out a warble as he was snatched from the cozy spot. The thief tucked him under their arm like a pigskin as they made a mad dash through the crowd.

"Chi-- No!" Cara spun around to give chase, charging through the crowd and knocking over obstacles (See: people) like a reek.

Hearing the pounding footsteps behind them the thief turned a sharp right, another right, then activated a cloaking device. Aidee raised a sluggish clamp, the newly placed restraining bolt disabling the old droid's vocals and most of his movement.

The theif, a male Cerean, stood against the wall in wait for his pursuer to run past. He had seen through the little paint job, and even though it was an older design that little droid was a goldmine. He was going to eat good for weeks.

The clicking of the metal hand was almost surreal, especially since the arm the hand was attached to had sprouted from his abdomen. He exhaled a bubbling sigh. Cara pulled her hand back from the wall, watching the cloaked signature slump on the other side before rounding the corner.

"Brought low by a bolt?" She reached down and took the struggling droid in her hands. The restraining bolt fell to the ground. Free to speak his mind Aidee squeeled and beeped his completely foolproof plans of escape had Cara not intervened. She rolled her eyes, giving no verbal reply.

Cara moseyed into the cantina next door to scan for a washroom. No matter how populated with spiced up inhabitants, she'd brave it for a functional sink. The blood wasn't as disgusting as it were a pain to remove if dried. There were a lot of crevices on that arm darn it.

She felt a shove to the right and pushed back harder than first intended, "Are you blind? Watch it."

Jaya Tandris | Sam Rodarch​

 

[Sam Rodarch]

The peace of her isolated table was not long-lived, with the tauntaun racing having attracted over a pair of obnoxious betting-slip clutching loudmouths who were shouting over both the music and each other with increasing volume, causing Sam's teeth (the ones that weren't missing) to be ground tightly together in her barely contained rage.

“Pal, yer spikkin pure pish! G. P. Tallon's had a shocker of a season! Been pulled up twa times in his last five!”

“Aye, but ye canna discount him! This is his course! Mind when he won the Champion's Cup on Ribble-Rabble a few years back?”

“Fit the feth's the relevance! It's been years, ye said it yersel!”

“Nae studyin the field, fit's new! The tauntaun he's ridin wis sired by Ribble-Rabble! It's in the blood, ken?”

“WISE UP!”

Mercifully, Rodarch did not clap her eyes upon them, choosing to close them instead as if it might have made everything around her disappear.

It did not.

So she moved before violence dictated what was going to happen next. Feth. Was there a worse place to be right now? There was a flashback to that Gamorrean's arse crack. Best of a bad situation. Maybe it'd be a touch more bearable if they turned down that karking racket. Really grasping at straws now. She'd rip the bloody sound system off the walls if she had to.

Gonna lose it.

Fists clenched. Throngs of people. Fething laughing. Reeking of booze. Snapping fingers. Shouting. Each voice another nail driven further into Rodarch's consciousness. The Mandalorian hadn't even noticed that she was bearing her teeth, those reliable rage-widened eyes letting everybody around know that they can absolutely get karked.

It all happened so quickly.

Domino effect, one shove gave birth to another, which ultimately resulted in Sam getting jostled in the process. That's it. Spinning on her heel Sam immediately locked eyes with another woman (was it even the right one?) and squared up to her with an atrocious degree of venom in her expression. She lead with her head, moving to press her forehead against that of her chosen foe and using her skull to shove, like some kind of overly aggressive bantha.

“You karkin' watch it!”

Jaya Tandris Cara Dorniarn

 

[Jaya Tandris]

Jaya's forceful method of getting to where she wanted to go had created a ripple effect, causing those who were pushed to do the same themselves, causing a bit of a stir. The woman herself didn't care much for it, it was their choice to come to a packed cantina after all. Instead her mind was on what drink to get and how much she was going to let herself drink. Last night had been wild enough, two nights in a row was a bit excessive. Even for her.

Unfortunately, her thought process was derailed by someone yelling at her to 'watch it', drawing her attention away from the bar and towards the woman responsible for the distraction. Fortunately, Jaya knew very well how interactions like this ended. An entertained grin drew itself all over her face as she turned towards the woman and when the stranger got real up close and personal, Jaya's eyes nearly sparkled in anticipation. Eyes colored red from her contacts locked with the shorter of the two, making it clear she was just as ready to scrap as the other woman was.

"I think ya got the wrong chick," Jaya yelled back, pointing at yet another woman, this one with arms that definitely weren't organic. "Pretty sure she's the culprit, but if ya wanna fight, we gon' fight."

Sam Rodarch Cara Dorniarn ​

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Cara stood as stiff and awkward like a paused automaton. As her judgmental eyes narrowed at the scandalmonger she shot a glance to the little fury barking at her side.

A boxer from the looks of it, Cara would know a brawler when she saw one. Seeming unhinged from the way she carried herself, the spark plug was running a bit too hot for Cara's preferred taste. The red-eyed woman hurling accusations at Cara was of comparable height to herself, and she also bore a fighter's physique as well.

They were both insufferably irritating.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken," she raised a palm, "we're not going to fight..."

She might could talk them down, even defuse the situation with heavily calculated words. Someone of her reputation souldn't be starting bar fights in trash heaps. It was all just a misunderstanding, anyway.

"But I am going to teach you a lesson."

Yet if Cara cared about that she wouldn't have been on the space dumpster in the first place.

Without warning or build up, the mechanisms of her right arm shot forward in an attempt to punch the loud-mouthed tattle-tale in the gut. Her left arm then reached out, seizing the walking attitude by the collar, jerking her backward towards the bar.

Aidee trilled, falling from his harness and floating upward and away from the commotion. His camera whirred to gain focus as he began to record.

Action!

Jaya Tandris | Sam Rodarch​

 

[Sam Rodarch]

Wrong chick. Wrong time. Wrong face. Wrong place. Wrong-what-karking-ever.

Rodarch didn't give a single shet about who she was squaring up to, she'd been uncorked now and until there came violent resolution there would be no stopping her.

"Ye'll be shettin' yer teeth out t'morrow."

Were she not a clenched ball of fury Sam might have in fact appreciated that her chosen target was just as game for a scrap as she was, the fact that it was in fact, the wrong woman suddenly becoming a large irrelevancy in the grand scheme of things. The Mandalorian wanted a fight, this woman wanted a fight. It all worked out perfectly.

Until there actually was a culprit, and one who was planning on handing out lessons.

Then it all kicked off, first punch thrown. Wasn't designated for Rodarch though, as she was resigned to being tossed away like trash. Now wasn't that a delightful new experience?

As she was flung backwards with a surprised shout, Sam soon found her back colliding with the bar, spine protesting heavily as flailing arms knocked over drinks without mercy. Oh no. Oh no she did not. There was a brand new sense of murder in the woman's eyes, replacing the old sense of murder than had been there prior as her spine and shoulder blades bore an ever-familiar ache.

Two targets to choose and only one Samantha Rodarch.

Regardless of what was happening between Red Eye and the Cyborg Sam held no hesitation in rejoining the fray, sprinting back into the action and trying to leap upon the back of the metal-armed menace. If she succeeded, Sam would wrap her right arm around her neck and try to choke the queen out right there.

Jaya Tandris Cara Dorniarn