What's The Worst That Could Happen?

[Sol Damerin]

Planet: Onderon

Location: Some poodoo hole spacer bar

The number of times in his life that Sol had wound up in some poodoo hole spacer bar was honestly kind of concerning. For a man who didn't, or well rarely, drinks he spent way too much time surrounded by drunks. Drunks were only pleasant company when you were drunk since you could communicate with them on their level, which was usually drunken infant complete with vomiting and poodooting themselves.

Maybe he was being mean, after all, they didn't all vomit and poodoo themselves. Some species just couldn't, they just started secreting fluids out of offices he didn't want to know the names of. Xenobiology for when your own species just isn't gross enough ladies and gentleman!

Of course, such antics would have amused Sol if he were drunk himself. Right until he was the one performing them at any rate. However, he was a big fan of his anonymity and drinking often left him a bit too scattered to maintain force stealth. He didn't want any wandering nerf herder force user, Sith, Jedi or otherwise questioning him.

Now for the million credit question of why, if he didn't enjoy bars like this, was Sol in one? That was easy he was a mercenary by trade and as a mercenary, this was the kind of place he more often than not found work. Either new jobs, or a bounty he wanted to pick up, or it was were a client wanted to go because the best kind of whore was a cheap one for a lot of sleaze bags.

Tonight was the bounty option. He wasn't a career bounty hunter but most Mercs would occasionally engage in smaller bounties for a bit of coin and he was no exception. When his target finally enters the bar from the back room Sol lets out a sigh of relief and gets up moving through the room slowly winding his way around as carefully as he can. Tragically it was a busy night and he hit someone jostling a drink in their hands. "Sorry." Sol says as he tries to keep moving hoping the guy was the right level of drunk not to make a deal out of it.

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[Muad Dib]

Onderon, how be hated this planet. It wasn't the jungle and forests nor the humidity and beasts. It was just this nagging presence he couldn't seem to shake. Everytime he was on the planet a migraine came on. The kind that started off as a throb and eventually grew to feel as though an ice pick was repeatedly plunged into your cranium. It this was where his informant told him he would find his traitor.

Score Helms was the man's name. He had been dealing with stolen droids from the Siskeen system, his system. Not only was Score ripping off his former employer the Confederacy of Independent Systems but it was a personal affront against the Scion recently assigned to the system. The man name Muad Dib.

Grimacing in the dimly lit bar he smoked a deathstick, the red ember flaring brightly as the man inhaled sharply hoping to take the edge off the migraine. It wasn't helping however. So he had ordered a whiskey. It would most likely be rotgut but at this point the man didn't care. Waiting for the server to bring him his drink Muad stood within the crowd currently placing bets on some race playing on the Holo screen upon the far wall. But he paid them no mind. Several females in the bar kept giving him long, sultry stares however the man just didn't care.

Blending in with the crowd he wore just a tan tunic, long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark trousers covering his armored boots. He was here covertly to ensure that Score wouldn't make another score off the information and goods stolen from the Confederacy. Earlier that day Muad had secured the remaining merchandise that Score had liberated. And now all that was left was to silence the man permanently. Several bounties had been placed on Score's head from unhappy customers who had purchased the wares that the scum didn't have any more. And the buyers were quite unhappy.

The server girl arrived with his drink and Muad dropped a few credits with his right while his left snagged the drink. Blue sith runes flashed along his entire exposed forearm as he raised the drink to sniff the foul aroma that served to confirm his fears.

"Bloody rotgut."

The server flashed Muad a big smile and thrust her hip out while placing a hand there in a pose to ensnare the customer with glowing blue eyes. But he only had eyes for the target who had just entered from a back room. The server wandered away and Muad raised the glass to his lips.

"Maybe it will be a good day after all."

Just as the liquor began to leave the glass on it's journey to his mouth he was jousted from the side, spilling the whiskey onto both him and the individual that had rocked into him, soiling both their garments with the foul smelling liquor. Turning to look at the man Muad contained a snarl just barely as he growled.

"You owe me a drink and an apology."

Muad was wrong. It was going to be a bad day apparently.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Sol freezes in place when he feels the pulse of dark side energy. In this crowd of despots, he'd not expected to find a Sith. The man's signature in the force hadn't even stood out all that much until the blue runes flared. Just great not only had he spilt someone's drink that someone was a Sith. Which meant that a relatively easy job of picking up a low-level bounty for the CIS was about to turn complicated.

However, the Sith should have no idea as of yet that Sol was also a force wielder so maybe, just maybe he could avoid a fight. Mentally checking to be sure Force Stealth was still in place, it was, Sol turns to half face the Sith. He tries to affect the air of someone who is extremely disinterested in the person confronting them and far more interested in the person they were actually focusing on. It wasn't that hard since if it had been a normal dunk this would be the exact attitude Sol would've taken.

"Sure, sorry for bumping into you." This wasn't the normal thing he would say but he wasn't going to risk setting off the Sith by now capitulating to his demands. Fishing into a pouch on his armour he produces a few credit chips. "There you go enough to cover a new drink and the cleaning bill." It was more money than he'd like to give up but the bounty payout would cover it and he considered not fighting a Sith worth handful of credits.

All the while his eyes and senses stayed partially trained on Score. He hoped that whoever this Sith was he wasn't the type to cause a big scene for no reason, not the type to take his compliance as weakness and push for more, and not the type to notice that Sol wasn't paying full attention to him. Could be awkward if the Sith wanted to know what he was so interested in. You never know he may decide that he wanted to collect the Score bounty himself if Sol was forced to explain it.

 

[Muad Dib]

"What the kark is wrong with my shirt?!"

The offered credits had offended him, for some reason. He didn't want money, he had plenty of that. What the mad man wanted was a bloody drink to ease the pounding behind his eyes. But alas, the other man offered him credits, and more then what the drink cost. Annoyance flashed in the glowing blue eyes as he was about to snap off another retort.

But before he did movement at the edge of his vision gained his attention. Score began to move into the crowd, four beings traveling on either side of him. Guards. Turning to look at the man who had spilled his drink he noticed his attention wasn't entirely focused, seemingly split between their interaction and the apparently same area that Muad's was.

"Come on, let's get a drink together and let bygones be bygones."

A grin stretched across his face as he clapped one hand down onto the other man's shoulder, taking in the firm stance and muscles that lay beneath the clothes. Muad was curious if the other man was indeed, eyeing Score as well or merely happened to glance that way out of chance.

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[Sol Damerin]

Thankfully the Sith didn't turn immediately violent. Unfortunately, he wasn't the type to press for more money instead getting offended at Sol offering to cover the cost of cleaning. He'd expected the Sith to press for more money under the excuse that some of the whisky got on his shirt and now it needed to be cleaned. Apparently, he was wrong but fortunately, that miscalculation hadn't quite spiralled out of control... yet.

Sol notices what Muad does at almost the same time. Four guards, not really a problem for Sol technically but not ideal while in a bar. He liked to avoid collateral damage he was considerate like that. He notices that Muad notices and Sol starts swearing to himself internally realizing that things were going to spiral, hard. Still, maybe he could salvage this with a little creativity.

"Yeah sure sounds good." Sol says slowly and then nods in Score's direction and the archway behind him. "Just let me use the bathroom first yeah?" Okay so perhaps not too terribly creative but it might work. Maybe? If this guy was gullible.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge entered the bar with a slight pep in his step. It wasn’t often finding a bounty proved to be so easy, but he supposed men like Score just couldn’t help attracting attention to themselves. Under the guise of an arms dealer Scourge had set up to meet Score in the local pub. The only downside was that their would be quite a few eyes around. The upside? Score would be nice and comfortable. Scourge marched through the crowded bar, his Mandalorian styled armor marking him clearly as someone not to be trifled with. People steered clear of the Vong, and Scourge was happier for it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The armor wasn’t genuine Beskar, but it struck fear in the hearts of others and so served its purpose. The Vong spotted Score and his cronies making their way towards a secluded booth in the back of the bar. Scourge was sure to garner their attention and sure enough it didn’t take long for them to notice him. He nodded to the group and Score beckoned him over with a hand. Scourge walked over nonchalantly and the guards patted him down, checking for weapons. Satisfied Scourge was clean they gave him a nod and Scourge’s grin grew beneath his helmet. Scourge took a seat and Score did the same. Score’s bodyguards stood so that it would be difficult to see the dealings that were taking place at the table. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You play Pazaak?” Score asked as he slid a small deck from his sleeve[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I don’t deal in chance,” Scourge growled[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What do you deal in then?” Score asked, a mirthful grin on his face[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Weapons,” [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]And Death [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Scourge said and thought as his hand reached for the holdout blaster beneath the table...[/SIZE]

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[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Turning to look in the direction Sol had nodded a smirk crossed his face. The refreshers would send him right across Score's path. But even as he watched another man joined up with Score and the two moved along to a both while surrounded by the cadre of guards turning back with a smile stretched across his face Muad replied back to Sol.

"How rude of me. Never interrupt when nature calls. Please, go on to the refresher. Don't let me stop you."

He grinned now, blue eyes glowing as he reached out and snagged a drink from a passing server girl balancing a tray filled with drinks. The acquisition of the timber wasn't noticed. Chuckling he motioned with his arm toward where the refresher was located past the archway, now a good distance from where the meeting was taking place in the booth.

While he was reasonably sure the man he was speaking to was also interested in Score, although he want positive, the new addition of the other man's involvement made things more complicated.

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[Sol Damerin]

Precognition was perhaps Sol's most potent ability. Strongest while he was in battle it also came to him outside of battle often, perhaps because he spent so much time meditating on the nature of The Force. Looking at the man Score just sat down with Sol wondered if it was precognition that told him things were about to go to shit, or if it was just a good old-fashioned hunch. Ah, who was he kidding with him it was the same damn thing either way.

"Thanks for understanding." He tells The Sith before doing the one thing that might surprise him. Sol went tot he refreshers. He opens the door closes it behind him draws a vibroblade in his left hand, a blaster into his right and then he takes a long deep breath. Ten... Nine... Eight... He counts slowly in his head his ears listening for what he suspects is going to be coming soon. This was going to be tricky and he might not succeed in getting his target but hey he might as well try, otherwise it was a wasted evening right?

[member="Scourge"]
[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Scourge]

Score laughed at what Scourge said and the Vong’s smile grew even bigger

Poor fool

Scourge raised his pistol and pulled the trigger

BANG!

Score’s lifeless body slumped over the table. Then things got hairy. Score’s four goons spun round, drawing their own pistols as they did so. But, Scourge was faster. He shot out of his seat and grabbed hold of one of the goons. He pressed the holdout Verpine pistol to the man’s head, hard. The bar seemed to freeze for a moment.

“Make one move and he’s dead,” Scourge growled to the other guards.

With his free hand Scourge grabbed the body guard’s neck and slowly spun round so that his back was never to the goons. But, before Scourge could make his escape he realised he had made a mistake… One of the spice addled fools Score had hired to guard him didn’t seem to care whether his comrade died or not. A wicked grin grew across the spice fiends face and he raised his gun. He fired a three round burst into Scourge’s human shield. Scourge kicked a table over and let the dead body spin to the floor.

He dove over the top as people in the bar began to panic. The goons opened up. Firing in a fervid craze they began mowing down anything that moved. Stray blaster bolts crashed into the walls, the holoscreens, and more than a few people. The bartender reached under the bar and withdrew a scattergun. He began firing indiscriminately at Scourge and the goons. Chunks of Scourge’s cover began to disintegrate beneath the Scattergun’s fire. One of the goons went down as he was blown to a bloody pulp by the shotgun.

The Bartender wasn’t fast enough to get the others though as they quickly focused fire on their new target. The poor one eyed Bothan was blown to bits by a flurry of gunfire. When the remaining duo focused their attention on the bartender Scourge was quick to return fire, he peaked over the top of the table and shot one of Score’s body guards center mass. Scourge’s Verpine shatter pistol blew a dog sized hole in the man’s chest. The remaining merc dove into Score’s old booth and tipped the table over.

“Look pal! Your boss is dead! Give it up and I promise not to kill you too!” Scourge shouted.

“How do I know what you say is true?!?” The man shouted back, shock and panic clear in his voice.

“Just come on out with your hands up! I swear I won’t shoot!” Scourge yelled, attempting to reassure the man with seemingly little success. All the while the bouncers in the bar began to converge on their position...

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[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Well that escalated quickly."

Muad shrugged as the fire fight began. Tossing the whiskey back he swallowed the burning liquid as Scourge dove over the table and stray shots hit several in the crowd. When the bartender went down the bouncers in the establishment turned their focus onto the crouching man dressed in armor. Blasters and slugthrowers appeared and the enraged staff added their power to the onslaught.

Chuckling as fist fights broke out and the fire fight intensified a bouncer next to him aimed his shot at the undefended back of Scourge. Slamming the rim of the glass onto a rail, shattering the lip into sharp shards, Muad rammed the impromptu weapon into the bouncer's throat, severing arteries and spewing blood into the already hysterical crowd. Having downed one of their brethren several of the bar's security aimed their weapons at the Mad Knight.

"Oops."

With a laugh he ran from the scattering shots and dove over the bar to land upon the corpse of old "One-Eye". Sitting up he grabbed the scattergun and prepared to rejoin the fray. But his glowing eyes lit upon the "good stuff", the highly potent and highly flammable liquor resting behind the bar. Reaching above the sink he grabbed the detergent and ducked back down avoiding a spattering of blaster bolts and slugs. With the soap, liquor, and bar rag he quickly began making several poor man's Molotov cocktails.

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[Sol Damerin]

The speed with which things went to hell was truly astounding. Sol didn't even need the force, he heard one shot, about thirty seconds of tense silence, and then everything exploded into gunfire swearing and general mayhem. Sol took a moment to debate the merits of staying in the bathroom versus heading out and seeing what was happening.

Curiosity killed the cat, he really hoped it wouldn't kill the grumpy old mercenary as well.

Sticking his head out the door he sees things are devolving nicely. Score was dead which makes Sol swear aloud. "Oh come on! He was worth more alive!" Some of his guards were still alive and taking pot shots at the idiot in red armour who'd just cut the bounty in half. The staff was just gunning down everyone who had a gun out and the rest of the customers were either fleeing or joining the fray.

His position was about perfect if he wanted to help big Red. The refreshers are a few feet just behind where the spice fiends are taking cover. Of course, once he fired off a shot he'd have to duck back into the bathroom real quick or get moving. Decisions, decisions. One key deciding factor was the location of the Sith which Sol could only say was nearby but out of sight.

With a sigh, Sol raises his blaster pistol and shoots one of the remaining fiends in the back of the head. Maybe he'd be able to get a cut of the bounty out of this but he doubted it. Still, better to try and salvage at least some of this night right? Once the shot is off Sol is sprinting across the floor dodging the immediate hail of gunfire that came his way before he to dives behind the bar landing a dozen or so feet away from the Sith. "Lovely." He says aloud his tone dry as a desert.

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[Muad Dib]

As the other man came diving over the top of the bar, Muad raised the scattergun and aimed it in the general vicinity of Sol. Laughing he dropped the gun and went back to finishing his cocktails. Glancing over at the other man he grinned.

"The name's Muad. Figured you were the only one I'd have to deal with for ole Score by the looks you were casting his way. Now neither of us get what we want."

Looking at the half dozen Molotov cocktails he slid half the number to Sol while grabbing a clear bottle with a cloudy white liquid from the lower shelf. The label read 'Death'. Shrugging he took a swig and couched as his throat burned as if a hot poker had been shoved there. Looking at the bottle a moment he held it out in an offer to crouching man across from him.

"You know, even I know better to start a fight in this bar. The backroom is where the Helix Crime Syndicate launders their creds. The osik is about to hit the fan."

Even as he said that durasteel barriers slammed down over the windows and entrance as nearly a dozen heavily armed and armored mercenaries erupted from the backroom.

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[Sol Damerin]

Well, The Sith didn't immediately shoot Sol which surprised the mercenary. On general principal, Sol didn't trust Sith, which wasn't the same thing as saying he disliked them. He just knew that certain interpretations of Sith philosophy encourage betrayal if it benefited oneself. That all being said Sol decided he'd rather be on The Sith's side in this fight than against him. Circumstance was making for strange bedfellows but hey there is probably an extension of this analogy involving the benefits of not sleeping alone, Sol decides not to pursue it though.

Taking the offered bottle he takes a swig, hands it back, and then says in a hoarse voice. "That is the single worst swill I've ever had. I'm guessing it's named after what you feel like in the morning after a bottle." The new that Helix was in the back, followed by the sound of Helix coming out of the back, makes Sol scowl. "Yeah, I just wanted to pick up a small bounty between jobs. Although..." He peeks over the bar and sees twelve mercs. "Is there a standing bounty for Helix goons anywhere?" He didn't normally take on entire crime syndicates but hey to paraphrase an old expression, when life gives you a dozen mercs you have to take out to escape a bar, tray and make credits.

[member="Scourge"] | [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Scourge]

[SIZE=11pt]Scourge was just about to blow the bastard to bits when some cowboy launched himself out of the bathroom guns ablazin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Well that takes care of that…” Scourge said under his breath. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Another man began firing at the bouncers that were quickly converging on Scourge’s six and he was grateful for the cover fire. Figuring he was now practically in a open field, seeing as to how most of his cover had been blown away, Scourge followed the Duo and vaulted over the bar top. He over heard the bit about the Helix Syndicate and sure enough a dozen goons began Shooting the place to even bigger shlt. Scourge cursed himself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He should’ve done his research on the place before agreeing to meet Score here. But, as it turned out their was still money to be made. “Collective is offering a nice fat payday for all heads turned in belonging to anyone affiliated with the Helix Syndicate,” Scourge announced to his two new compadre’s. Scourge took aim with his Verpine shatter pistol then fired at one of the goons. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]BANG![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The goons head exploded in a gibblited mess of flesh, blood and grey matter “HA, you guys are gonna make me rich!” He shouted as he ducked beneath the counter and reloaded. Scourge eyed one of the new comers carefully… The man looked familiar…. He was worth big money to Abyss... Enough for Scourge to retire ten times over, but first… Scourge shot out of his cover and fired again.[/SIZE]

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[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

"Y'all can have all the bouties you want. In about five minutes this place is going to be crawling with Helix. The backroom is where they distribute their clean credits after their dirty money is filtered through the bar."

Drawing on the force he focused on the makeshift wicks and with a flash they were burning. Looking to Sol he winked as he rose and tossed the Molotov cocktails into two armered guards. The flames rose around them as the soap acted as a bonding agent that clung to the figures who were screaming in agony from being flamebroiled alive.

Dropping back below the bar he grabbed the remaining cocktail in his left, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, and gripped the scattergun in his right. With a laugh he rose and hurdled over the bar, tossing the bottle at the guard standing near the door leading to the back while aiming the scattergun at another guard unloading two rounds into the man's groin. The first round scattered on the codpiece, but the second drove into the man's genitalia.

Momentarily he wondered how long this loose alliance of there would last, but he rolled behind one if the remaining tables to avoid another scattering of shots.

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[Sol Damerin]

"Son of a nerf herding, Rancor humping, bantha sucking, mynock breeding sith whore." Sol lets out a string of expletives fit to make even a weather crewmen blush. What Muad just said meant that even if he killed half a dozen of these guys he wouldn't be able to collect the bodies because an entire army of Helix goons would be here soon. You can get away with starting a small fight in a hideout, but if you messed with the money you drew the eyes of the organization as a whole.

Chewing his lip for a second he shrugs. "New plan, let's get out of this place before they decide it is quicker and easier just to have a ship fly by and drop and ion bomb on us." He was hoping this would motivate the two crazy bastards he'd fallen in with to run. He was certain at least one of them would insist they could take on an army but suggesting that if they made too much of a fuss things might end with highly explosive ordinance might get through to them.

Grabbing a blaster dropped by one of the dead bartenders Sol does something to the energy clip real quick. This done he tosses it towards the back wall near where more Helix goons are appearing. The fire also wasn't improving matters since the automatic fire extinguishers in this dump were apparently on the fritz. So while there wasn't much for it to burn it seemed keen on sticking to people.

"GET DOWN!"

Sol shouts as the blaster he chucked suddenly explodes. This takes out a few of the Helix goons but more relevantly it blows a hole in the wall leading out into the alley. Not a huge hole the impromptu explosive wasn't made for demolitions, but big enough to dive through. Slipping over the bar he goes sprinting across the floor towards his new exit diving through it and rolling to his feet. Looking towards the street he swears he can see a large transport with Helix colours speeding around towards the front of the building. "MOVE YOUR ASSES!" He yells to his two comrades as he goes spriting the other way from the transport.

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[Muad Dib]

Bar brawling at its finest. They Mad Knight want laughing as he listened to his compatriot cursing from the other side of the bar. The other was in the other side of the room making shots. There original idea was actually to stay low key, find Score, take Score, kill Score. But, as things tended to do, everything went sideways. Not that this bothered the man overly. It had been sometime since he was in a life and death situation. And he loved it.

As three guards approached the table miss gripped the edge that lay against the disgusting floor and lifted while kicking off with his feet teaming the enforcer with the dilapidated makeshift barricade. Crashing into them they all fell to the floor in a heap, the remnants of the table broken around them. Grabbing one of the table legs Muad swung it directly into the skulls with three arcs of the wooden club.

As Sol shouted his warning Muad grabbed one of the corpses and rolled just as the explosion rocked the room and sent the bodies sliding across the floor. With ears ringing he quickly pulled the protector revolver and a pouch from one of the dead, rising to his feet. Smirking as Sol dove through the hole in the wall blown into the 'hole in the wall' establishments he went to move into a dive himself.

However two strong arms grabbed him from behind and raised him from the ground, the arms constricting mightily. With a grunt Muad thinned back the hammer on the slug thrower and sent a round into the top of the giant enforcer's boot. With a roar of pain the giant released Muad who spun driving his elbow into the enforcer's ear. As the enforcer staggered back Muad saw a thermal detonator having from his belt and deftly pressed the activation button before using the force to strengthen his kick and launching the man through the door that lead to where the money laundering was going on.

"Boom."

Muad roared with laughter as he dove through the hole and rolled to his feet in the alley. Turning to look at where Sol had just turned from to run the other way there Mad Knight saw the transport. Thankfully the vehicle had not seen the two of them yet.

"Where's the fun in that?"

Miss mumbled for a second then raised the revolver and fired the remaining four shots into the windshield before turning and running after Sol while quickly reloading the protector.

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[Sol Damerin]

The troop transport was the kind of decommissioned military thing that big crime syndicates loved to get their grubby mitts on. Which meant the four rounds from the slug thrower managed to put a crack in the transparent plasteel windshield, but it didn't break. However, now Helix thugs new where they were so that was great. The truck didn't immediately blow down the alley instead it back up and the auto turret on top aimed down the alleyway.

Sol turns his head and blinks as he realizes what happened and what is about to happen. "Son of a queen." Sprinting down the alleyway he manages to cut behind a building right before the high-powered turret lets loose. The alleyway is riddled with high power blaster fire and anything in it is not going to be feeling good in the morning. As Sol rushes down the adjacent alleyway he prays they aren't crazy enough to...

A second later the wall behind him bursts apart under the turret fire as the gunner traces the probable course of the two, assuming Maud followed him. "You are the stupidest Sith I've ever dealt with." Sol screams at Maud assuming he is there as he dives to the deck the turret fire crashing just above his head. When it finally stops Sol hears a groan and it knows what it is, the sound of a building about to collapse right next to them.

Scrambling to his feet he starts running towards the end of the hallway as stone and durasteel chunks start to rain down. Yeah, okay they were reaching peak worst that could happen at this point and he was pretty sure that if they got caught under the rubble of a falling building they would be there. If things got any worse he might have to drop Force Stealth to survive this, which he didn't want to do in front of a Sith who would notice that.

[member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

As the turret chewed through the alley Muad put on a burst of speed and dove through the second alley, rolling to his knees. A soft chuckle if amusement echoed as then the rounds lanced through the adjoining building in their continued search for the pair. Leaping back to his feet he ran, a few feet behind Sol.

"A good day for a jog huh mate?"

But his voice was drowned out at the sound that reverberated not just in the air but in the very ground they crossed. The tracking fire power had destroyed several support pillars in the building and with an audible groan the building began to collapse while raining debris throughout the alley. Hearing the screaming accusations at him from the other man he couldn't contain his laughter.

"Come on, don't tell me this isn't fun! And I'm not a Sith!"

He dove from the alley, rolling across an intersection, barely avoiding traffic as the building collapsed into it's neighbor and filled the alleyway with its own guts. Pushing into a seated position he wiped the grime from his face as a billowing cloud of dust was belched from the alley.

"Hey, it could have been worse, right?"

The mirth filled grin faltered as a massive explosion shook several city blocks, windows shattering and alarms echoing in the distance. A black plume of smoke rose from where the bar had previously stood, before it exploded. Rising to his feet he raised a hand shielding his eyes as several speeders and swoop bikes turned into the main road. The speeder that was flipped over where it had been parked near the mouth of the alley blared voices from the radio.

Static then a man's voice spoke clearly while tinged with barely restrained rage,"This is Jeroam leader of the Helix. One hundred thousand credits to the ones who kill any of the three responsible for the destruction of my place of business. Any who assist these men will be dealt with harshly." The radio crackled and went back to its normal programming.

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[Sol Damerin]

"Sith, Dark Jedi, Arsehole." Sol says as he looks at the laughing man. "I don't care what you call yourself but normal people don't make fire with their mind." He hadn't directly observed the man using The Force to light the molotovs but Muad didn't know that. Besides Sol had felt the ripple in the force when it happened which was enough. Glaring at Muad there is, for the briefest moment, a slight upward quirk of the lips, blink and you'll miss it kind of fast. For all he complained, deep down he actually enjoyed this kind of thing. Not as much as Muad and he'd have rathered there be less collateral damage but damn it, it had been one hell of a fight.

The radio message buzzes to life and Sol lets out a groan. "The next time anyone says, it could be worse. I am kicking them square in whatever reproductive organs they possess." Rolling to his feet he dusts off the dust of the impromptu demolitions and gets moving. They probably had a few moments before Helix managed to manoeuvre their mini tank into position but it would happen soon enough and he'd rather not be there when it did. "Well, looks like we need to get the kriff off the planet." He says as he rolls his neck and sighs. "I figure I got maybe an hour before someone figures out where my room is. Should be enough time to get there and grab my gear." He is muttering to himself now as he moves towards the far street.

An idea occurs and he stops next to a dumpster. "We should probably ditch our gear so we can pretend to be civilians caught up in the blast." He says not liking the idea even though it would provide some camouflage. "Unless you have a better idea?" For the moment they were in this together so he would consult Muad, at least until the man gave him a reason not to trust him.... Well, a reason to suspect betrayal was imminent, he didn't trust the crazy bastard as far and he could Force throw him.

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