Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy

[Strider Garon]

RC 212's broad holonet call was like a dinner 'Bell' for the hungry wolves of mandalore. It was a call for revenge and revenge was the business the death watch were in. They got the location, the rest was history. They were warriors through and through, even the pint size..... possibly too young for action.... mando'ad that had proven herself verd enough to be side by side with the deadliest warriors the galaxy had ever set eyes on. Those that were going had loaded onto Strider's personal craft, the Avril, a heavily modified AIAT/i with the hound of keldabe sitting in the pilot's seat.

GE customs was not as highly enforced around Tattooine as it would have been around other planets, due to the pure nature of the elements that make this planet up. Shady business is good business when one did not interfere with it aka pay offs and bribes. The Avril did not raise and eyebrow either-way, and they had found themselves entering the dust bowl's atmosphere unchallenged. Always a good day when a landing wasn't going to be a crash landing.

Strider lined up the ship for Mois Eisly's space port, vectoring just over top of the infamous cantina that had been a land mark for hundreds of years. One would have to marvel at such a feat, the many mini war zones that backwater tavern had been main theatre too or all them Force Wizards with bad attitudes brawling it up inside from time to time. Yes, it sure was a mighty feat that the cantina let alone the city itself still stood. With a few dabs on the data pad he had initiated the auto pilot with a pre plotted course and landing port.

The old man rose from the chair, made his way aft-wards scaling the ramp to the main cargo hold and loading ramp. He looked back at all the beskar clad vode who accompanied him for this meet and greet with pride. With a nod of the head from them all, he pressed the ramps operation button that commanded it to open in mid air. There was no hesitation, once the ramp was fully lowered Strider was the first to jump, making a quick free fall before engaging his jetpack above the Cantina to slow his decent. He then applied another quick thrust the very moment before he made a full landing, kicking up dust everywhere.

Was a bit dramatic for a Death Watch entrance, but Strider was getting old and he had to enjoy every moment life had to offer him. He would stroll towards the main entrance while the rest of the mandalorians would be landing. The moment he entered, he noticed he wasn't the only t visored mandalorian armored man in the room. In the distance he could see, [member="Darren Onyx"] , clad though his markings and pattern did not bring any recognition to his old memory. He could not recall if he had or not crossed paths with the man let alone know his name. Of course there was already a brawl playing out in the main lobby and bar.

It was [member="RC 212"] they were here to see, the man with the plan, the man that had made open warfare on the silver jedi for their wrong doings and persecution of him. The very man that was once mandalorian, lead a cell of death watch and had nuked mandalore in the past. RC was selling revenge, Death Watch was here to exact it. Strider's HUD painted the pirate red for target and set IFF to all his mandos.

"Target found!"" Strider's raspy voice broke over the calms "Kill him! and any that stand in your way!"

There was no point in offering mercy, such was long lost. Plus, Strider had made that mistake before offering mercy to a traitor that had ruined the planet and she had escaped his grasp nto just once, but twice. Strider raised his verpine assault rifle and began to spray whispered death onto RC's location, quick succession of the round burst from his silent weapon would send a barrage of magnetically propelled pellets at the Dar'manda.

WAS OPEN SEASON ON THOSE THAT HAVE NUKED MANDALORE....

 

[Aurora]

Watching the warrior march in, Aurora rolled her eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

"For the love of..." She took a deep breath and waited to see how this would unfold, leaning against the bar

 

[Riggs]

He stood as the ship flewover the terrain of Tatooine. The feel of the new prosthetics were still somewhat foreign yet they got the job done. Clenching his right fist repeatedly he watched as their commander made their way to the exit, seemingly desiring to be the first to step foot on every battle field. A leader that actually lead from the front. Many would consider it full hardy, but to mando'ade it was a sign of a true Commander. As Strider passed by he merely inclined his head. With the ship on auto pilot and their destination below the commandos began to leap.

Walking slowly he was the last to fall from the hold, his jetpack igniting immediately and keeping him in the air as the signal on his HUD related the location of his vode. Angling above the roof he pulled up the public records and found the layout for the bar. A three dimensional overlay flashed upon the HUD as he began viewing the live feed broadcasting from Strider's helm.

Viewing the inhabitants of the bar he mentally shrugged. Collateral damage was acceptable. Then the target was located. Firing thrusters he circled the roof and brought rifle to his shoulder, an under barrel grenade launcher aiming down. The directional charge was fired. Upon contact with the roof a sizeable hole was blown, flinging debris and shrapnel down right above the Target's location.

Disengaging the boosters he began to fall straight for the hole, the blaster opening fire through the rent in the roof as he dropped from above and into the maelstrom of battle.

[member="Aurora"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Darren Onyx"] [member="RC 212"]

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx dived away from the young apprentice and RC as various projectiles made their way to their target. He laughed as he stood up, igniting his crimson saber was slowly paced around the bar, towards the jetpack wearing Mandalorian. "I've killed so many Mandalorians," he mused out loud, "Let's make a new addition to that list." As he finished his statement his amethyst saber ignited in his other hand.

Jumping forward, he Force-launched himself towards his target. Come down above him, he brought one blade down hard, keeping the other ready to deflect any counter attack that may come his way. Now the fun could really start, this was always Onyx's favorite part.

[member="Marev Priest"] // [member="Strider Garon"] // [member="RC 212"] // [member="Aurora"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat's movements were deliberate, smooth, and blindingly fast. He was different than the other Mandalorians, as he descended from the hole that [member="Marev Priest"] made. His armor was older-looking. Based more on the Crusaders. His spiked crushgaunts curled around the scattergun, as he held it out at his side. The IFF flashed across his HUD. The wolf brought the shotgun across his chest, and pumped a shell into the chamber.

Onyx's movements were tracked with the activation of the red lightsaber. His HUD blinked, targeting the unique plasma signature of lightsabers- and the bright red beam. The Wolf's eyes fell on the wielder, caring little for who it was. The man who watched Dromund Kaas burned stopped caring of who the Sith were- they were interchangeable pieces on a chess board, more or less the same, save for a minor difference in their personality or tactics.

And this one's tactics seemed to be launching headfirst at a superior force. Preliat's was simpler- point the shotgun at center mass, and sending eight pellets at the Dar'Jetii's chest. Preliat wasn't a fan of talking, so no one-liners, no quips, no musings about the enemy were made. He wasn't cocky, he respected the challenge that Sith and Jedi presented. However, this one seemed arrogant, full of himself- but unfortunately, he was probably going to be more full of buckshot. If that one failed, Preliat still had seven shells in the tube, along with a Beskad and a Tomahawk to ruin his day, and RC's.

Kyrt'sad par Manda'yaim.

Mando'ade Draar Digu.

[member="Darren Onyx"] l @RC-212 l [member="Strider Garon"] l

 

[Silas Mantis]

His new arm was still something Silas had been getting used to, but the instant it was finished he was ushered off on another assignment. MandalMotors had been a learning experience for the Tal'rekr, despite some injuries the group worked well together, and the targets this time weren't some Dar'Jetti false Mand'alor with the backing of numerous treacherous Mandolorian warriors, it was a madman and his lackeys. A pirate crew at best.

But Mandalore did not forgive those who had harmed her, be they [member="RC 212"] or Mia Monroe.

Descending close behind [member="Preliat Mantis"], the younger of the two brothers didn't bring his rifle to bear on [member="Darren Onyx"], instead he snapped up his wrist. The reaction time on the new limb was almost if not certainly better than that of the flesh it had replaced, even in death Aditya did good work, and as it sprung upward he thumbed the ignition of one of the wrist mounted flamethrowers.

Even if the buckshot pinged off of the lightsaber wielding man, he'd likely still be on fire which was never any fun. "Go for the target, we'll handle this." Silas said to his comrades over their com channel. [member="Marev Priest"] and [member="Strider Garon"] both likely wouldn't object, the lot of them knew why they were here, and Silas had no doubts in the capabilities of the two, nor in himself and his brother.

Mandalore remembers, and today would just be another reminder for those who seemed to have forgotten.

 

[Aurora]

A stray shot burst the bottle Aurora heldand her smile quickly faded.
She'd hoped that maybe the two mercs could handle the situation but every time she blinked there seemed to be yet another soldier with another gun with another excuse to fight. It was getting too risky for her not to get involved- especially if her own mission was compromised by this new group.
"Oh well..." ​She breathed to herself, rolling her shoulders back from the aches of her last brawl.
She closed her eyes for only a moment, focusing on the force. She had learnt this one from her master but hadn't got the pleasure to test it out in a real fight.
Her eyelids flashed open as her arms raised and mouth opened- a grin forming as she shouted;
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" ​Her hands stretched as she used a force stun on everyone in the bar. Her voice then lowered slightly in the silence of the lack of shots, her playful charming smile returning to her face ​​"We will now have a short break."
​Aurora kept her focus on keeping everyone still as she waited for someone to speak.

[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="RC 212"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Simone]

Mos Eisley cantina was a wonderful location for criminals of all varieties which made it a good spot for the Underground agent to pick up intelligence, but even Simone couldn't have prepared herself for the delights that the day was offering her. The PPV on her ear recorded everything from her dark booth, downloading it to the datapad resting on the table before her. RC 212 had been hunted by the galaxy on various occasions, genocidal maniac didn't quite cover it. Even Darren Onyx had a dark past, so the two of them together was a gold mine for Simone.

Boots rested on the tables edge, as she sipped calmly at her drink. The smirk faded from her face as they goaded a girl into killing a bystander, boots slid off the table and she sat upright, making sure that she got a good look at the girls face. Whatever she saw, the PPV recorded.

And it recorded all hell breaking loose.

Three mandalorians, clad in armour bearing the mark of Death Watch. Ra's new regime on Mandalore. The roof came down, literally blown inwards as a fourth joined them and bullets began flying. Patrons scattered, diving for cover or scrambling to get past the mandalorians and out the door. She didn't move, not until a stray blaster bolt ricocheted off the wall above her head. She sank a little lower in her chair, downed the last of her drink and snatched up the dataslate, fingers danced across the screen while she kept her eyes on the battle.

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Spoiler

///Decryption code working...

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///Message from [S1m0n3]​

///Extracting...​

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M,​

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Death watch are pushing their boundaries. Broadcasting from Tattooine. Live stream inbound.​

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S.​

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]​

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"Feth!" Simone cursed as another bolt pinged her way. She slid under the table, knife sliding into her hand just in case as she inched to get a better view.​

 

[Aurora]

Aurora did her best to keep the smile on her face as she struggled to keep the force stun holding the fight at a stand still.

"If any of you civilians want to leave, I'd say now is your best chance!"

Even now she could feel her back begin to buckle under the strain of her locked arms growing with the weight of several men. Still, she managed to keep her grin- even if it was with grinding teeth.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Allies: [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="RC 212"]


Chaos.

Ra did not represent Chaos. Death Watch was not Chaos. Mandalore was not supposed to be Chaos.

It was Strength. Vigilance.

Power.

The Watch's Commandos, the vicious vanguard of Manda'yaim, knew no weakness. Their grizzled leader, Strider Garon, would give no quarter. The Sons of the Wolf, of Mantis, parleyed only with Death. The last man out, Marev Priest, glided like a harbinger of Mandalorian justice into the cantina below. They had already opened an entry point into the cantina, and were wrecking havoc below in search of their target. The Commandos were unmatched. They knew no equal.

Ra gripped the bar of the ship's interior, veering out below as he silently nodded to the pilot to continue flying, circling. The Undying certainly had a penchant for theatrics. It came with the Mantle of Leadership. He let go, descending towards the carnage below, following Marev's path.

Two throttles of his skystrike jetpack brought the Mand'alor to a solid thud on duracrete in the middle of the impending firefight. Smoke and flames swirled the entrance of the Commandos.

His spear ejected into Ra's hand, extending to it's full length.

Ra stood in the middle of the chaos, towering, silently waiting.​

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The Enemy thought he was safe here.​

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The Enemy would be flushed out.​

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Like an animal.​

 

[Darren Onyx]

As he launched through the air, multiple attacks come his way in retaliation, or attempting to stop his current attack. Regardless of the intent Onyx couldn't stop mid-air and continued towards [member="Marev Priest"]. Spinning his saber in front of him, hoped he could deflect most if not all the bolts coming his way and maybe still make his mark. Several made it past, one of which impacted his shoulder. Losing his balance, he fell past his intended target.

Before he could regain his balance, a flash of fire caught his eyes. Hitting the ground, smashing a table in the process, he could feel the flames engulf his cloak. Quickly standing, Onyx removed his cloak to reveal his red Mandalorian armor. He looked at the wound on his shoulder and gritted his teeth. Angered he stood up and reactivated his sabers. His shoulder was bleeding but it wouldn't stop him, his adrenaline would get him through the fight, hopefully. Look at [member="Aurora"] he cracked his neck and straightened his stance.

He started walking calmly back to the apprentice near the bar, clearly he was outnumbered. He would need to be strategic in his assault, any wrong moves could result in great personal injury. He didn't like personal injury. Through his mask he eyed the group of attackers, which consisted of Marev, [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Strider Garon"], and [member="Preliat Mantis"]. But before he could move, in walked the Mand'alor himself, [member="Ra Vizsla"]. Onyx had only met one Mand'alor before but didn't kill him. What a night this would be.

OOC Edit: I apologize, I totally blanked on what I was writing in the middle of this, still trying to get used to writing combat again. Sorry dudes/dudettes, this edit should clarify everything.

 

[Isar]

An Ewok waddled in...

 

[Aurora]

Aurora grinned at Onyx.

"I thought you'd be able to handle this alone." She teased, dropping her arms and unstinting any of those affected "But I suppose I could lend a hand."

Swiftly, she took out her lightsaber from an inner pocket in her jacket. It activated into a blood orange glow and Aurora swung it down, sparks flying when it hit the floor.

 

[Not Ordo]

He heard the ruckus from outside the establishment and against his better judgement he walked to the door. His armor was a mismatched assortment of plates and parts salvaged from years of dead comrades. His rifle was the most pristine thing about him.

He walked in his hair and beard streaked with sweat and sand. His yellow orange eyes took in the scene.

"Nope." He said as he looked around the bar.

He decided to leave and wait outside. He crouched by the door and produced a canteen cup. Maybe he could make some credits charging for admission.

 

[RC 212]

Engaging: [member="Strider Garon"]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Aurora"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Simone"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Darren Onyx"]

RC grunted as a familiar face busted through the roof and bodies tarted dropping through rafters. He noted the symbols on their armor and smirked. Deathwatch. He'd made the original Deathwatch of their era, more to unseat Mandalore after she declared Piracy illegal. Cuz he was a Pirate lord then.

"Fething rookies."

Rc unclipped his helmet from his belt and rammed it on, unsheathing his DC-17m from a leg sheath and roaring.

"Half way across the galaxy, two decades or more and you still hunt me for a crime lesser than Mia's. Shameful really. And you!"

He pointed at Warok the Defiler.

"I'll have your fething scalp Ewok Scum!"

He flipped the table a he was speaking, adding an extra layer of steel between Striders gauss cannon thingy and himself. The rounds still shredded through, impacting his plate, two piercing. He felt the biological side of him squirm, registering pain and then time s,owed for the old commando. Everyhting rain in slow motion as a red haze descended upon him.

Sith Lords had failed to kill him at the SJO invasion.

Except then I had a Rancor. How the feth will you escape this one RC?​

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We'll find a way.​

He staggered, wounded for a second then snapped his DC up and chambered a Proton Grendade.

"It's about to get messy boys!"​

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*Fwump* Fwump*​

Twin grenades raced towards strider and company, ready to blow.

Mobility was his friend. With cyber enhanced strength he grabbed the table by a leg and carried it as a shield, sticking the barrel of his rifle out the right side, and began to unload a blazing triangular pattern of particle beams at strider.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Allies: [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="RC 212"]

"Let your Commander tire out our prey," Ra was speaking to the Commandos with a guttural growl heard on comms. "Secure the exits. No one leaves!"

Ra jettisoned back up through the hole, his jetpack igniting as one of the proton grendades came his way. This was a rather.... peculiar bar fight, it would seem. He didn't think the cantina would hold for much longer. The Mandalorian landed back in the cantina, after the blast, with much less grace.

Stumbling for a second, the behemoth felt his leg brush a creature.

A hairy creature.​

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It disappeared in the smoke and darkness of the cantina's destruction.​

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But Ra knew the sight of it all too well.​

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"...AND SOMEONE PROCURE THAT EWOK."​

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He had a thing against ewoks.​

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider felt a weird tingling sensation, almost like as if he was getting hit with a stun weapon but at a very low setting. IF he had the time to think about it, he could of concluded that it was some attempt at space wizardry. The reality was, that it took incredible amount of focus, experience and power in the force to be able to subdue multiple targets with a force stun. A skill that even some masters could not do, let alone a lowly upstart.

"Fek!" Strider hissed as he watched the two grenades race towards them. The other mando's ignited their jetpacks and flew through the recently added hole in the roof. The old man knew he would not make that jump, to many armored bodies in the way. So instead, he jettison himself to the right of the main arched entrance, diving for the first alcove while using a quick burst from his jetpack. Back in his younger days he would of been able to redirect himself into a controlled tumble and prevent himself from collision and possible injury. Problem was, he was not young nor agile like he use to be and found himself crashing over the alcove's table an smashing into the sandstone wall behind it, before coming to a complete halt tangled up in a mess of chair, Hookah pipes and drinks.

BOOOM, BOOOM

The explosions in such tight quarters, even from proton grenades that were meant for structural demolition, was devastating on the human body, well, thats if the said target was in the way of the grenade's primary explosive focal point. Strider was not, but somebody was and there was evidence of bodily debris scattered out the main entrance's partially collapsed archway. Though, Strider was in the emp's 20 meter radius of the device that malfunctioned his HUD, and anything electrical he had on himself which included his weapons. All this he would find out shortly once he got his baring straight.

His head was dazed, even wearing the hardest helmet in the galaxy could not prevent concussion from impact damage. Wasn't the only thing that hurt, he could feel his shoulder back ringing in pain, as if he may have twisted something out of alignment. The nerve pain was excruciating, a pain he was all to familiar with being at the venerable age he was at. Sciatica, what curse it was.

His body went into survival mode, his military instincts kicked in and he scrambled to press himself against the alcove's wall, to keep himself hidden from RC's firing arc. His eye sight was becoming un-blurred by the thumping he had just imposed upon himself, he could smell the carbon scorching on the sandstone and........ He looked down and saw that the traitorous bastard had nailed him a few times with his blaster fire. "Fekking pirate!"

His beskar absorbed the damage, but this RC was a experienced marksman and was good enough to hit a fast moving target through the effects of an explosion and all its chaos within the tight quarters. Strider looked at his rifle quickly figuring out that it was disabled. This was not his day.

So were the rest of his weapons., well most of them anyways. The old man unsheathed his beskad. When in doubt.....

Strider would spring out from the alcove and rush the the large man hefting an improvised shield. If he was successful in closing the gap, he would try and knock the man off balance by smashing into the cylinder styled table and if luck was in his side it would not just through the clone trooper off his game but hopefully knock his weapon away so that he could get inside his defense and begin cutting away.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="RC 212"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Aurora"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Darren Onyx"] [member="Simone"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"]

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Mos Eisley, Tatooine
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Errybody else


A single swing of Tal's hammer sent the cantina's rear exit crashing out of its frame and into the beings attempting to flee through the back alley. Ignoring the charging bodies except to shove them aside and push past, he simply let them leave as he moved into the cantina proper.

The sight that greeted him was a chaotic maelstrom, debris and viscera clattering and spattering all across the room. A single chuckle escaped from deep within him, and he shook his head at the impatience of his vod. It was a strange feeling, not being the most rash being in any given room, but he might be able to grow to like it. Regardless, there was killing that needed doing.

Taking his hammer in his left hand, his right drew a grahala'shok from his hip and took aim at the only thing he could see with clarity through the smoke and debris. The two ignited lightsabers being held by [member="Darren Onyx"]. Or more specifically, the approximate location of the bearer's torso given their positioning relative to each other. Should the man attempt to block the bolts, he would find the task far more difficult than it would be against any common blaster, as each bolt carried with it substantial kinetic impact.

Without even a hint of hesitation as to whether the bearer was friend or foe, Tal pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession.

 

[Simone]

The double *fwump* brought Simone back to reality. "Ohfethohfethohfeth" Her hands caught the underside of the table she was hiding beneath and dragged it on its side. The steel edge hit the floor as the explosions rocked the cantina, the shockwave threw Simone and the table back, pinning her between the table and the wall, her head snapped against the wall and darkness danced at the edge of her vision.

No! Not an option. If this fight continued as it was, the whole building would come down and the last thing she wanted to be was buried alive. With a groan she moved the table slightly, planted her feet against it and kicked it with all the force she could muster. It slid away several feet. She dug her hand into her pocket and checked the datapad. Still transmitting. Good. She crawled forward, eyes scanning the room as dust settled. [member="RC 212"] had his back to her, table hefted high as a shield, beyond him the mandalorian engaging him drew free a sword.

To the left, where the back door lay another bucket head jumped into the fray charging at Onyx and his lightsaber. Mand'alor the Undying himself dropped back in through the holle in the roof, his commandos shifting around him to cover the main exit. "Feth." There was nothing for it, she would have to get into the fray in order to get out and she was not equipped to deal with mandalorians. She scanned the bodies of dead patrons that littered the floor, spotting no weapons of worth.

From where she lay, she could see the owner of the cantina behind the bar, dead eyes staring up at the ceiling, a shotgun in his hand, ammo littering the floor around him. She pushed herself to her feet and made a dash for it, skidding behind the bar and staying low. She snatched up the shotgun, trembling fingers scooping up rounds from the floor and loading it. She brought the weapon to her shoulder and took several calming breaths. She hated guns, she hated the noise, she hated the stink the lingered in the air after they were fired, but sometimes, they were necessary and while she wasn't a great shot. Anyone could shoot a fething shotgun.

Simone rose up from behind the bar, pointing the weapon at RC's back.

CRACKBOOM! The gun bucked against her shoulder, but she managed to hold it steady for another shot. CRACKBOOM!

She didn't stay out of cover to see if they'd hit, dropping back behind the bar she cracked oped the weapon, letting the casings fall out and began to reload.

@everyone i'm too lazy to tag

 

[Aurora]

Aurora took a long look at the fight going on, not sure who to attack. Sure she could try and defend the two mercs which would no doubt earn their trust but the problem still stood of their risk to the first order's plans and after a fight like this Aurora couldn't be bothered to keep up the act she currently had going. On the other side she didn't want to let the mando's claim their 'justice' because then there'd be no fun in any of this. And of the biggest problem was that more and more people seemed to arrive the longer the fight went on. Soon it would just be a black hole of bloodshed and that might turn Kyrel's eyes this way. And she really didn't want to explain this to him.
Making her mind up Aurora deactivated her lightsaber and ,ade her way outside. From there she walked round the outside to the remaining wall. Conveiniantly a vehicle was parked nearby and so she went over and hotwired the damn thing. This wasn't for escape though- no. This was to make sure there was no escape for those inside, pressing the acceleration pedal fully down as she directed it towards the wall. A few feet away she jumped out and watched as it collided with the wall, sending the remains of the structure down.
Then she simply waited.
[member="Darren Onyx"] [member="RC 212"] [member="Simone"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"]