When Alcohol Isn't Enough(Open)

[Varus Shatterstar]

The young Knight's frustration only grew when the young woman kept trying to fight him when she had no right. She wasn't the one he'd been set against in this fight, and she was only making things worse by coming at him again with another, quicker swing of her clutched hand. That, however, shouldn't been enough to set him off. He'd practiced patience as a Jedi and resorted to meditation more times than he could count, but still he'd lost his control and his temper got the best of him. Unable to control himself any longer, Varus' body became a blur as he dashed backwards, the force enhancing his speed and his body darting from one place to the next in the blink of an eye.

"I LIKE MY CHANCES!", came a billowing, deep voice as he yelled back at the annoying young woman, a ripple of the force rushing from his very skin in all directions as he clutched his fists and gritted his teeth. The energy left him in a plume of raw, uncontrolled force energy, invisible to the eye, and when it struck the encircling spectators it must have surprised them, some falling backwards and stumbling into one another as they felt the brush of the force. Of course, the next moment was filled with silence as the crowed gathered themselves and tried to figure out what had just happened.

Confused looks of concern and uncertainty filled the faces of those onlookers who were still glancing back and forth trying to understand what had just taken place in the exchange of the three in the ring. An angry younger man who was chomping at the bit to continue his fight facing off against a pesky, blue haired woman who was seemingly protecting a wounded friend, a Duros who had realized that this fight was already over and ready to call it quits. It was making for an interesting encounter. One that the spectators were about to become to impatient to let happen if someone didn't get to bleeding soon enough.

[member="Dax Odikai"] - [member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Paislee Armandé"] - [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Pomfrites Von Dorito]

An awkward silence erupted as [member="Varus Shatterstar"] used his force in the ring. A weak sound could be heard between the crowd of spectators. It sounded like.. An escalator? For a brief moment, everything came to a halt. It was first when Pomfrites von Dorito appeared between the crowd of eternally confused people, that things took event. In his own hover chair, Dorito slowly moved forwards towards the ring, his eyes locked on the figthing happening. He stopped when he had finally arrived to the very brink of the arena, another awkward moment ensued, as Dorito pressed a button, slowly raising in the air untill he was capable of crossing the robes into the ring. "Well well well... I heard that there was fighting happening here..." Dorito would lock his sight on both [member="Varus Shatterstar"] and [member="Paislee Armandé"], as he awkwardly turns in his chair revealing the rack of his behind to the nearby spectators, presumably attempting to get hold of something...

 

[Thraxis]

"Oh, a Jedi wants to party it seems, [member="Cadan Tazi"], Stand up, this boy wants a fight, he is going to have one." drawing his Blasters he would take great accuracy at [member="Varus Shatterstar"], losing a dozen shots from his blasters in a matter of seconds, initially shooting around the Jedi, slowly closing the blasters in on his new found foe, creating a pincer he would not be able to escape, of course, with his kind, Thraxis new that this foe would find someway to escape his trap.

 

[Jemima Armandé]

"Jedi..." Paislee hissed, she could clearly see that he was using the Force. She backed away from the man and took the space besides @Thraxis. "I hate Jedi." she said, glaring at [member="Varus Shatterstar"]. It wasn't very often she met Jedi, which left her wanting to kill them even more. The bounty hunter didn't reveal her blaster yet, though she had a knife at hand if it was needed.

 

[Reth Val Serpine]

A reptilian figure would move towards the front of the crowd of people,. Having watched the fight turn deadly, what with the introduction of blasters and the Force. It was always fun to watch stuff that made people hurt. He shook the thought from his mind as he wondered if the rest of the crew would be joining him here.

What really interested Reth however were two things. One, the presence of a Jedi in the midst of what was some awful attempt at a fight club. And two, the presence of the Jackals, easily noticeable from previous experiences. He couldn't help but think that perhaps the Jackals were collecting on a Jedi bounty, or perhaps they even helped run the place, it wouldn't surprise him given the nature of it.

But what was a Jedi doing in such a place as this, were Jedi not supposed to be keepers of peace instead of ruffians or was he simply missing something. No matter, the events of the day had turn far more interesting then watching some petty punks boil eachother with their fists, and Reth was determined to stay around and watch. Who knew, maybe the crew would show up.

[member="Duncan McShale"] [member="Zik'l"] [member="Arash"] [member="Kiebibleebeukim Mak"] [member="Voss Sontaren"]

 

[Zik'l]

A Verpine descended down the stairs leading to the crudely organized fight club, attracted by the sound of gunfire, which also seemed to let him enter unnoticed. He had been looking for Reth, who was supposed to be at the ship. Coincidentally, it seemed Reth was there, watching fight from the crowd.

"C'mon Reth, you were supposed to be at the ship an hour-"

Zik'l was cut off by what was an even greater clusterfuck than expected. Jedi, the Jackals, some fatty Sith... He turned to Reth, giving something close to a 'the fuck is going on here' face.

 

[Kiebibleebeukim Mak]

Kieb wanders around the dark, shady streets outside of the bar. He wasn't too keen on staying around someplace where there were people just waiting to take advantage of a short stack like himself, even if he wouldn't admit it. He was originally following [member="Zik'l"] to wherever he was going, but lost him around a corner. Turning onto another street, he catches a glimpse of his companion's antennae descending a set of stairs below a particularly seedy looking bar.

He looks around him, sizing up the characters on the street, and decides he'll take his chances with his friend in the basement. He kicks up into a jog and skitters to a stop at the stairs, descending down into a room that was buzzing with some kind of commotion. He wades between people's legs until he reaches Zik'l's easily recognizable exoskeleton.

"Why do we keep getting into these ugly looking places? I thought we had a job to-" it was then he got a glimpse at what was causing all the commotion. Some members of the Jackals surrounding a feisty looking man. They had broken out into some kind of fight, and one of the meaner looking ones was blasting away with his pistols.

"Zik! The kark is going on here?!"

 

[Zik'l]

"The Jackals found their prey, by the looks of it." Zik'l answered plainly. "Reth, Kieb, remember our plan? This situation seems to have made it much easier. We could get to the Jedi, no fancy tracking required, we just have to take 'em from the Jackals."

 

[Zarkath]

As i walk outside the rugged streets outside the bar, I sense the heavy amounts of force being used inside. Passing by [member="Zik'l"] , [member="Kiebibleebeukim Mak"] , I enter to see the fight breaking out, sitting to the shadows, watching the Jackals attempt to take down the Jedi. As my body is now within the building, [member="Varus Shatterstar"] would feel a strong presence of the force.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan was standing, but leaning awkwardly to the side as he held his ribs. After hearing and see Thraxis shoot, he knew things were pretty bad, but things were about to get worse. He had always had a sixth sense about these things. Cadan knew he would be useless in a fight, and he couldn't leave Paislee here to fight it for him.

Once Thraxis had let out the barrage of bullets, Cadan would hobble towards the centre of the arena putting himself between Varus and The Jackals, holding out his hands to try and stop either party from doing anything more. In doing so he would try his best to avoid the man on his floating chair. "Everyone calm down now!" He'd yell through gritted teeth, it was a pain to breath, let alone yell. Cadan would look to Thraxis, he knew once Thraxis was in a 'frenzy' like state it was near impossible to get him out of it with words. "Put your weapons down Thraxis." He'd hiss at Thraxis.

[member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Varus Shatterstar"] [member="Pomfrites Von Dorito"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would look at [member="Cadan Tazi"] with a grimace expression, "Fine. If you get yourself killed don't expect me to save you." his rage began to grow, though he put his blasters back into their holders. He would turn away, pulling from his coat a bottle of alcohol, he didn't know what was in it, just knew it was booze, taking a big swig of it. It tasted like dirt, but he was to angry to give a damn.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Varus wasted not a moment as he noticed the man attack him in a rage. He fired blaster bolts wildly, and when he began firing Varus dashed backwards, throwing himself into the now restless and panic ridden crowed. As he fell into the people, struggling to make their way back and forth, he was protected from the man's attack, but others were not. He felt the ripple in the force as one, two, three people were struck by the blaster fire and fell to the floor, one dead and two injured.

Others in the basement fired back at Thraxis and the girl, revealing blasters of their own, which raised the level of chaos even more. To yell at or even throw a punch at someone could get the spectators on edge, especially when the aggressor wasn't fighting in the ring for a reason. This man, who seemed to be friends with the alien that Varus had been fighting had just opened fire in a basement filled with low lifes, thieves, bounty hunters, assassins and every manner of Underworlder that Corellia offered. It was a foolish thing to have done, and now things were going to get interesting as Varus pushed through the crowd so that he could see [member="Cadan Tazi"] standing between himself and the others trying to stop all of this.

"What kind of an idiot...?!", Varus yelled out at [member="Thraxis"] before someone interrupted him by striking him across the face and staggered him for a moment. He gathered himself quickly, however, and threw an elbow back at the man, someone he'd never seen, or even so much as talked to had hauled off and struck him in the jaw as the madness ensued.

[member="Thraxis"] - [member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Zarkath"] - [member="Zik'l"] - [member="Kiebibleebeukim Mak"] - [member="Reth Val Serpine"] - [member="Paislee Armandé"]

 

[Zik'l]

"You know what? kark this."

Zik'l would pull out his Verpine shatter gun and shoot it straight at the middle of the roof of the room. The combination of the extreme power of the metal alloy pellets against the strength of the durasteel caused an ear-splitting "BOOM". Quite literally ear-splitting, for one unlucky fellow. Those who weren't bothered by the sound and resulting ringing in their ears were forced to stop being violent bastards by dust, or even small chunks of durasteel from the roof falling on them.

As the people began to recover, Zik'l would pull Varus by the hood of his jacket to near the stairs leading to the makeshift fight club.
"If you don't want some low-life criminal scum to make you fight against your fellow Jedi for their own amusement, I'd advice you to leave this place right about now." Zik'l began to ascend the stairs as he looked over his shoulders.

"I can explain in further detail if you so wish. I strongly encourage you to follow me so I can, if not for you, but for your fellow Jedi."

Zik'l had reached the top of the stairs, waiting there for a few seconds for Varus, hoping he would make the smart decision. Kieb and Reth will hopefully not do something stupid down there. Probably will, though.

 

[Reth Val Serpine]

Reth felt sort of like doing something stupid...who could help it, a Trando's got dreams. However, he couldn't find anything too stupid to do so instead he just waited slightly behind the Jedi...if anyone attacked the Jedi, Reth would attack them. Easy enough system.

"Ought to get going Jedi..." He muttered as he watched the chaos ensue...it really wasn't THAT bad.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Zarkath]

I follow Varus through the crowd, keeping my distance, however following him where he went.

@Varus Shatterstaw [member="Zik'l"]

 

[Zarkath]

I follow Varus through the crowd, keeping my distance, however following him where he went.

@Varus Shatterstaw [member="Zik'l"]

[member="Varus Shatterstar"] **

 

[Kiebibleebeukim Mak]

Kieb walks the short distance from the stairs to the ring, pushing his way through the increasingly belligerent crowd. By the time one of the people caught in the crossfire drops dead, the crowd is practically rioting. He's bumped around more than once, but not taken too much notice of thanks to his small stature.

He appears at the edge of the circle of bystanders, just as [member="Zik'l"] grabs [member="Varus Shatterstar"] by his coat. He enters the ring halfway by stepping and halfway because someone behind him threw a knee into the center of his back. He stumbles, but maintains his balance.

"Thanks for softening him up for us, boys." he says, brushing off his jacket. "We'll take it from here." And he gives the small band of mercenaries a toothy grin.

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

The moment he was tugged by the hood of his jacket Varus spun a 180 so that he was looking face down. He then swung his head back, pulling whoever it was that had laid a hand on him towards him, though as he rared his head back he had raised one foot and pushed against [member="Zik'l"] so that he would loose his grip. He then stepped forwards and raised his slightly swollen right hand wrapped in blood drenched white rapping that was torn and dangling from his fingers in a few placed. He watched the man carefully with serious looking eyes and a grimace on his face before he glanced between the Reth, Zik'l and a mysterious man he'd noticed hovering close bye(@Zarkath)

When he realized they were trying to get him out of the chaos, he narrowed his eyes at them as he soothed his nerves and lowered his aggressive stance. He then stepped past the slender bug-like creature and the lizard to continue up the rickety staircase, glancing over his shoulder at Thraxis and Cadan before he threw a shoulder into the door and popped it open.

Stepping back out into the bar was more of a shock to the patrons who'd noticed him go in without a speck of sweat or blood on him only now to see him covered in bruises and cuts wearing blood spattered clothes and dripping sweat from having been in five fights that night. He'd be on his sixth had he not been so rudely interrupted by impatient girls and Jedi hating thieves, which was not something he'd soon forget, but for now he supposed that those who were escorting him outside had the better idea.

He waded through the bar that was still buzzing with low chatter, but mostly everyone was watching him as he made his way for the front door of the establishment. When he reached it, he pushed it open and took about ten steps out into the street before he turned and faced the front door of the bar. It was there he stood, and he didn't feel much like moving. He wanted a word with the idiot who'd opened fire on a man just because of his Jedi background, and he was going to get it.

[member="Thraxis"] - [member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Zarkath"] - [member="Zik'l"] - [member="Kiebibleebeukim Mak"] - [member="Reth Val Serpine"] - [member="Paislee Armandé"]

 

[Zik'l]

(Dang timezones, making take so long to reply! ):< )

Zik'l follows Varus towards the bar's entrance, the dust covering the upper part of his body further increasing the confusion of the bar's patrons.

"So, Jedi, you are likely confused by some scumbags trying to shoot you out of the blue, I'm guessing. I intend on explaining briefly, so don't expect much detail."

"Have you ever heard of the Jackals? Basically a crime organization, though this one seems to be a bit ambitious. They started something called the Great Jedi Hunt or something like that. Basically, they are awarding people 1,000,000 credits to anyone who gets the most 'points' for either capturing dangerous animals and Jedi. They intend to put the captured Jedi into an arena where they fight eachother and whatever animals are captured to the death."

"I know this because they directly offered me and my friends to join the hunt, to which we deceivingly accepted, for we intended to warn the Jedi, as shown by me doing so for you right now. We actually didn't know if you Jedi already knew, but just inferred that the Jackals were smart enough to not startle their 'prey.'"

"Technically, the hunt should stop soon,* but guessing by the overall perceived incompetence of the people who joined the hunt -Hell, they hired me of all people- they probably haven't had any Jedi captured, so they will either give up or extend the time for hunting Jedi, likely the latter. They were probably trying to get one last capture -you- before the deadline."

"I advice you warn your fellow Jedi. Higher-ups, if any, as they can spread this warning faster. I'd best be running back to my ship soon, the Jackals would probably have me and my allies head on a platter if they found out I had warned you."

With that, Zik'l quickly departed down one of the streets near the bar, fast-walking leave as quickly as possible and avoid unwanted attention.

(*This is referring to the conclusion thread for the Great Jedi Hunt. I'm just going with the explanation that these events occurred before the events of the conclusion thread.)

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Zik'l]

@Varus

(Fixed: Changed to [member="Varus Shatterstar"])