Public With a Rebel Yell She Cried More More More : Bar Fight!

[KAR2]

Good old Mos Eisley could always be counted on as the hive of scum and villainy. Even 800 years since the last time Kat had visited the planet things seemed the same. Sure the technology was different and the haircuts and clothes looked different but at it’s core this little area would always be a den of criminals.

Which of course was why the Jedi Investigators were interested in it. Kat was deep undercover in the belly of beast of the planets swoop gang activity. The gang shed joined was called The Red Dawn, which was utterly uninspiring but they did have a reputation in the area. It wasn’t a good one. Kat was nearing in on charges for drug smuggling and human trafficking but it wasn’t quit time to request an evacuation yet. Until that happy moment she would need to fit into the group toe the line. That’s why it was frustrating to witness the leader of the gang up to his particular brand of stupidity. It meant Kat had to be stupid too.

Var, the leader, was a tough and heavily scared Trandoshan who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. His favorite motto was “strike first” and it got him and the gang into a ton of jams. They usually started about the same way. Someone would make a slight against Var and then a fight broke out. Therefore it was no surprise to hear Var screaming across the crowded Cantina.

“I said we had the table!”

“You don’t own the pool table buddy. Take a hike.”

Var roared and sucker punched the other patron. For a second the music stopped and everybody stared. Then the guy got back up and tackled Var. The Cantina went back to its business. Bar fights were common in these parts but Kat would never quit get used to beating total strangers for no good reason.

Var screamed again and threw a chair at the other pool player, which missed and hit some bounty hunter sitting at the bar. Now chaos started to erupt.

“Sithspit!” Katarine cringed and downed the rest of her drink as members of The Red Dawn started to thrown down.

((OOC Note: Anybody can join. This is supposed to be an over the top all out bar brawl. Have fun with it. Strike first! Strike hard! No mercy!!!!))

 

[Sergeant Omen]

God, he had made the wrong choice in choosing a bar. The food was okay if you liked tough dewback meat with hardly any seasoning but the audience was well... subpar... He was scrolling through his datapad, reading the daily news reports like he always did when waiting for his ship to be ready to fly again. The fight raging around him was a mere nuisance until a massive Trandosian in a swoop bikers vest smashed into his table, breaking it in two and overturning the remains of his dinner. Thankfully the lizard stayed down on the ground with a groan as the clone's anger boiled inside his already agitated brain. Okay, that is enough! Omen quickly got to his feet, put away his datapad, and pulled out the two SJC sanctioned stun pistols from his waistband, firing at random in the horde of brawling bargoers. He didn't start this fight, but he certainly would finish it.​

 

[KAR2]

Well the shit was in the fan now. One of the patrons whose table was hit was now firing blaster bolts everywhere. Kat totally understood how he felt. Some queen was messing up a nice night of drinking and crime. Hell she wanted to fire too but she was a Jedi and even under cover she didn’t want anybody to die by blaster fire if she could help it.

She swore again and drained her glass, then picked it up and threw it at Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Out of nowhere, he sensed something flying towards him and with a sidestep, he dodged a flying glass before it smashed into the wall behind him with a "CRASH". The Clone quickly focused on the trajectory the glass had flown in and found a woman looking at him from across the floor. She clearly had no idea what he was trying to do and had decided to make him the primary target of her fury. All he did was produce a sigh as he blocked a punch from a seething Duro before gripping him by the arms and throwing him into the just waking up Trandosian, knocking both to sleep. He needed to get out of here, whatever went for police in this city was probably already on their way. He glanced at a side exit before attempting to wade through the brawl towards it, hoping to make an escape.

 

[Kat Decoria]

Taking a long sip of her drink. Kat had made her way to Tatooine to get away from the drama and issues in Galactic Alliance capital and at home on Eshan. It wouldn't be as long as the other breaks that Kat had but she just wanted to take a step away and let loose for a bit. She finished her drink and noticed that the people around the cantina had been tense in mood, something that only increased when some Trandoshan started a bar fight. It had been quick kick off to a fight and Kat was surprised that things escalated so much but then remembered that she was in Mos Eisley. People had been known to died in cantina fights like this one. She was only carrying her blaster, she left her Lightsaber on her ship with M1-NI since she didn't want it to draw too much attention to Kat.

She deftly dodged the bottle that came flying towards her head and turned around with a sigh. She hadn't wanted to join the fight but it would be a good, solid way to release some of the stresses that she was feeling. Nothing said that she had to break it up and she could see someone deciding it would be a good idea to shoot their blaster in an enclosed space. She figured that person would be swiftly taught why it would not be a smart move. Jumping out of her chair, Kat looked around and grabbed stool, slamming it into a nearby customer. She was tempted to use some Force powers but she held back, deciding it would be best to only offer healing after everything has blown over.

While she knocked one patron out with the stool, Kat found her glass and chucked it at another stranger. She did offer the one a apologetic smile but she didn't stop destructively using the furniture and glassware around her.

Katarine Ryiah | Sergeant Omen | A ARS VAMI

 

[Dolor Cordis]

Having taken a large detour from their set path to the Bajic Sector, The large Munificent-class star frigate, The Bound Reaper, sent out multiple smaller star-ships. Inside were groups of pirates, nearly 20 a piece in each of the transports. One was targeted to get basic supplies like ammo and power cells for weapons and devices on the large frigate. One, however, was sent to get food and alcohol for the many months of travel though space they had ahead of the them after dealing with a certain 'deal breaker'.

Two Togruta, one with a scarred face and arms from countless fights and brawls walked into the chaotic cantina long side his more reserved brother. Eldon, looking at the insanity around the well known bar, gave a decayed grin. "This will be fun," Eldon said, his fist connecting with his hand as she began to walk forwards. Brant just sighed, knowing their captain would be heavily annoyed if they spent their time fighting rather than getting what they were sent for. But, Eldon didn't care. He took a half dazed patron of the cantina, having just had a glass lobed at him by Kat Decoria and chucked him at the woman. His manic gaze went from casual, to crazed in a second. "Come on! Have a go if ya think ye'r hard enough!" yelled the Togruta to the whole bar, as he ran at another brawler. Brant, gave an internal face palm as 15 other pirates walked in. Most of them were from differing races, yet all were already half drunk from the reserves on the frigate before landing on Tatooine. Their captain's mark, a horned skull wreathed in chains, emblazoned on their clothes and even a couple of their back hands.

With a yell of, "Come on lads, Live a little!" from Eldon, the gang of pirates all yelled in chaotic and drunken unison as they charged at crowd, taking on anyone in their path. Though half drunk, they were all fighting wildly and with a numbness to pain via the alcohol in their system. The only one of the twins, still at the entrance, raised his comm-link securing a line right to the bridge of The Bound Reaper, and to his Captain.

"We might have a problem, Cap'n," Brant said, his dull voice coming clear through to the black armored woman among the tens of yells and crashes in the cantina. A harsh, yet controlled growl was his response, as he knew, Eldon and the rest were going to be heavily punished for wasting time. He only prayed that the other teams sent for supplies would do better than them.

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Kat Decoria A ARS VAMI Kathryn Foster Sergeant Omen

 

[Bovos]

Just having completed a hunt Bovos was looking for a place to relax. Mos Eisley seemed like a great choice of resting for the Cha'ta'ri machinist, or so he thought. The Bar was breaking out into a full-on fight. Glass was being shattered unusual objects were used as weaponry everything was in full-on disorder. A disorder that Bovos knew all too well. The Cha'ta'ri was not one to steer up conflict but it had been a while since he last fought a mother humanoid and where there is a battle there is a chance to prove his might.

He was perching in the back and most of the battle had not yet reached his seat enabling Bovos to gaze upon the battle, seeing its might unwind to its true potential. Few impressive figures were emerging from the chaos as they toppled numerous drunks, other more strategic members of the engagement were staying in the background firing their ranged weaponry into the crowd hoping to hit as many targets as possible. To methods of battling both effective in their own way but the Cha'ta'ri machinist would go in bare hands if pushed into strife, he was not about to go on a killing spree but if threatened Bovos was ready with his slugthrower and elector blades.

Being the large creature he is Bovos was targeted by a flying chair and a hand full of glass bottles, some even full of liquor. Using his quick reflexes and four arms bovos caught a couple of bottles and deflected the chair. A swift sip of the just weaponized bottle and Bovos felt stimulated as the strange liquid poured down his dry throat. Time to show these fools what a true fighter can cause he thought to himself.

Kat Decoria A ARS VAMI Sergeant Omen Dolor Cordis Katarine Ryiah

 

[Shar Vida]

Kuna ducked under a flying fist and slipped a half-empty bottle off the table with a shrug. He peered in with piercing eyes and then took a tentative sip before spitting it out on the floor. It burned and roiled in his gut and he hadn't even swallowed any. As stun bolts and bar accoutrements hissed through the air, he jotted several notes down in a datapad.

That drink quality was going into his next book- The Completely Legal and Totally Authorized Guide to the Outer Rim: Still for the Desperately Discerning (But not yet banned in the Corporate Sector). He was giving that brand a negative score for taste, a perfect score for intoxication potential, with a high risk for radiation poisoning or bacterial contamination.

An elbow caught him in the back of the head and he caught himself before his face smashed into the table. A chair shattered above him and Kuna sneezed, releasing a piercing, high-pitched whistle that shrieked through the melee like a discordant flute.

He blushed slightly and peeked up past the edge of the table. "I do apologize, friends! I must assure you I am not contagious, merely surprised."