The Stronghold of Choice

"Some people are stubborn like that..." The side hug he received from his cousin took him back abit, it certainly wasn't the response he thought he'd recieve but her statement still oozed with the sarcasm. He'd smile, putting his arm around her as she pulled him closer his head coming to rest against her's. He'd never admit it, and he certainly did his best to avoid showing any sign on his face in case anyone was looking to closely at them, but it did mean a great deal to him to have family he could connect with. A a strange chill shot down his spine right as the crash echoed through causing the pair to pull apart in order to save their respective drinks. For Bardan it was a wasted effort regardless as the chill quickly took form in his mind as a wave of darkside energy washed over him, his glass falling from his hand as he instinctively pulled his lightsaber and turned.

The golden-yellow snapped to life with a hiss as he faced the new comer, she was tall and cut a nice figure in the combat suit. She stood, helmed face practically glaring in the direction of him and Talia, she held her weapon by the fore-end having been using it like a club. He could practically see the darkness emanating from her and from the nonsense she spouted he guess she was insane. The Mad Dog, the Chosen's resident loon, drew his weapon on the woman challenging her presence. To his side Talia would draw her weapon, though much to his surprise would aim it at Prudii as she rocked along with the tune echoing from Lance's helm, mentioning something about a bounty before briefly addressing the woman. Behind him Caed would shout, mentioning the name Diva and some line about ruining the faux wedding. The humor was lost on Bardan, who kept his eye's locked on the visor of Diva, of all people here could Caed really not sense what he did? Even for someone that had done what he had, the feeling was near sickening as he could feel his own rising darkness, spurred on by what ever this woman possessed. Still though, other than Prudii, he was the only one overtly feeling aggressive towards the woman. He shot Talia a concerned look. "What in the hell is going on?"

Emil raised an eyebrow, several things seemed to be going on all at once, which didn't exactly make her comfortable. This was escalated by some crazy ol' women, who loudly announced herself as a Diva Tumi. As Prudii aimed a gun at Diva, she grabbed a day pad and searched her name. Both the female bounty hunter (who's name was Talia apparently) and Prudii had mentioned a bounty. Frankly Emil wasn't sure if she should be relieved that Talia wasn't checking her out or insulted-for various reasons.

Searching her name (the data pads autocorrect trying to separate her first and late name no less than five times) she found it. A bounty placed by....her family. Through calling them 'family' was almost an insult to the word. It seemed they wanted her alive more than dead. For reasons Emil didn't want to think about.

While doing this, the bar had become progressively more crazy. Now the Talia girl was pointing a gun at...Prudii? Eying both Diva and Talia with a glare that her body subconsciously assumed when threatened with a fight, she placed a hand over her lightsaber.

"Oh joy" she muttered in a monotone fashion before looking at Prudii, mouthing Probably best to let them handle it.

Tunnel Vision.

Somewhere in the back of Diva's head she heard all the drunken piith and confusion around her. She knew there was a gun pointed at her (weilded by a real chatterbox), and she knew Talia had him covered. The geusture might have been enough if sharp fizz of a plasma wand hadn't caught her ear...

Yesssss, now! NOW DIVA!

SHUT UP, SPAZ!

She had screamed out loud, though she was completelty unaware of it. The telepathic suggestion was enough to keep her temper well fueled, though she had the wearwithal to give herself some air and slapped the datapad on her belt. The visor of her helmet flew open and under a tangled mess of sweaty purple hair, was a pale grey face turned violet with rage, and eyes that looked like they were burning...

neccessary? neccessary, Talia? Kriffin-A I know you get home sick, but is THIS neccessary? Diva threw her arms wide to indicate the whole debaucherous scene, then she saw @Ral ...

....is HE neccessary?

Her tone bit the word like a cold breeze on hoth. Diva plowed forward and gave the Mando in question a hard shove in the chest with the butt of her rifle/club. Her posture puffed up, protective, teritorial; then little bits of her surroundings started to creep back into her awareness. Hostile environment, room full of Mandos, a jedi? No, just another nut with a lightsaber, like her. No, not like her. We should kill him. No no no no, shut up you.

***** it right!? You and you're family cult are just looking for a good time, right? GREAT! I think we can both agree I am the BEST at good times... Oy MANGO to everyone huh?

Bleeding sarcasm, Diva tried on a horrifically envy laden smile to match. She began a grotesque dance of mockery that carried her over to her the only idiot to wasted to resist (@Menderling Smollet ), stepping carelessly on @Elijah Brockway and shoving Caedryn aside (@Arclight ) to get there. Tossing her rifle away, prompting a confused cry of pain from poor Laura, she snatched the man by the hip and took the lead in a traditional Corellian foxtrot, all the while contorting her face and head to simulate a "good time."

Look, see? We are all having fun! How about you kriffhole? (@Ral ) You having fun...?

Watching as the woman that had interrupted the festivities and made such a commotion answered Talia's question about her grandiose entrance being necessary, Ral was slightly taken aback when the purple-skinned near-human pointed at him and asked if he was necessary. Raising an eyebrow he glanced over at Talia. "Talia, you mind filling me in on what the kriff she's talking about? Is this one of your psycho ex-girlfriends or something?"

Suddenly he noticed that Diva was walking up to him and shoving the stock of her rifle into his chest. The armor took the brunt of the impact, just momentarily taking his breath away. His right leg stepped back behind him, letting him keep his balance and causing him to slide only a few inches. Ral wasn't intimidated by the woman's almost laughably macho attitude; he expected to see that sort of temper from some drunk Mandalorian, not whoever this was. Perhaps she really was one of Talia's girlfriends and she was just more than a little jilted at Ral having suddenly entered the woman's life.

Though he still didn't take too kindly to some random woman shoving him back and he had to resist the urge to draw on her. The panacea was knowing that Talia wouldn't Ral to misbehave again in public. Clenching his jaw, Ral watched as the armored woman made her way over to where Menderling was and began to dance with him, shouting how she was the greatest at having a good time. Her face and body language indicating she was more than a little salty. Asking if he was having fun, Ral's armored head glanced back at Talia, fighting the jealous urge to walk over to her, pulling his helmet off, and planting a big fat kiss on her lips. Inhaling deeply, he slowly exhaled and counted to ten. Looking back at Diva he replied, "Oh, yes. A Jolly good time."

Pulling his helmet off and placing it on the table he picked up another mug and drinking the ale inside. "All the fun. Right Talia? So, missy, you wanna dance with me next? Let's go!"

Hezron was silent as he watched the whole scene unfold, setting down his darkoma onto the table as he looked at the purple near humanoid who made his skin crawl through the force begin to party it up with these chosen, or at least, seemingly de-escalate from the fighting and brawling earlier. The presence of one of the chosen using a lightsaber was new however, its gold color catching hezron's attention as he looked between it and its user. Perhaps he was not the only one, running from his past among the common people. Though whether anyone in the chosen could be considered really normal was another matter entirely.

He leaned forward towards his defacto leader Bria (@Outlander) as he watched his fellow acordian Evie (@Megilwen) walk past without even letting him know what was going on, heading into the bar he'd come out of and commenting about how they were kriffing ridiculous, "I get a bad feeling from the purple one...a very bad feeling..." He said, motioning towards the saber on his belt to give a hint that this bad feeling invovled his senses with the force, "Is it just me, or does the chosen seem to have a lot of...special people in it?" He asked, noting the split between morally apathetic, potentially force senitives, and mentally unhinged people, who were gathered here to help defend Onderon.

"Better to have them helping then attacking, I suppose..." He concluded, hoping they'd put their eccentric personalities and combat prowess to good use helping the people of this world to the fullest.

Now, just so everyone is adequately informed, a sober Menderling Smollet would not in a million years be able to dance a Corellian Foxtrot. Somehow, though, Lance felt perfectly comfortable allowing Diva the lead and his armored hips swung generously, too generously for a foxtrot, but with her guidence it looked not too shabby. Lance was in this stage of drunkenness that he was no longer merely intoxicated with one thing, and as his eyes examined the Theelin's contorted facial expression, the strong dominating movements and the outline of her armored body so tightly pressed against his own, that another kind of intoxication took hold of him. He blinked several times and wet his lips in anticipation of what seemed to him would become a night of wonders.

It was too bad that it was all so rudely interrupted when Prudii Kyramud, their priest to Ha'rangir, prompted a change the thoroughly and double intoxicated Lance was outright enraged over. Though a mere interuption he might've been able to stomach, but what really made the fake Mandalorian's brain overheat was when Prudii ignored his presence and closed in on the Theelin to stab her on the chest with his finger. Blind with drunken rage, Menderling jumped Prudii, yelling "Don't you be thealin' my girlfriend!"

Talia groaned inwardly as Diva lost it and an interesting song came on in the background. For once, the bounty hunter was caught off guard. She spoke under her breath to Bardan.

"This is about to get real ugly."

As Diva moved to shove Ral, Talia had to bite back from doing anything. Talia couldn't exactly understand why Diva was so infuriated. The woman had always been casual with her relationships, and though she was protective of those close to her, the aggression towards Ral remained a bizarre mystery to her.

"You know I came here to scope out who else is defending at Onderon and didn't exactly plan some big reunion. What is this really about, Diva?"

That was when the Prudii character began speaking again. Talia didn't have a chance to address Ral, only sighing in dismay as he removed his helmet. She turned back to Prudii, who was now threateningly closing in on Diva. His words made her bristle with rage. Right as he began to harp about a Tyreene, a blaster bolt shot out to tear directly into the plating of his armor. It was a heavy enough hit to knock the wind out of him and potentially crack a rib or two. The man needed to see that Talia wasn't screwing around and would not hesitate to riddle him with bolts. Right as he would take the hit, he was systematically tackled. Talia lowered her blaster, grinning at Bardan.

"Told you."

Floozy? Floozy?

In that moment, something very dangerous happened: Diva and Spaz agreed, someone had just volunteered to be her stress ball. Apparently Kyramud's mouth had inspired a similar sentiment in others. Diva was touched by the chivalry displayed on her behalf, both from Talia, and Diva's dance hostage. Gotta love stockholm syndrome.

All the rage and bile churning in Diva's blood suddenly turned to white hot lightning as the force tore through her. This idiot had gone way past poking the hornet's nest. First a shot, then a drunken tackle, then with unnatural speed she moved on the heels of both, using the distraction to her advantage. Already dancing, she shifted her weight outside of his aim easily, and snatched his gun hand wehere the wrist meets the palm with her right hand, immediately using the momentum to twist it to the outside, forcing him to release his grip, or have it released for him by the sharp crack of his fragile human wrist.

The second move of her 1-2 strike - an extension of the first, overlapping her wristlock- was a sharp backhand with her left, cracking her Durasteel fist into the soft spot of his throat. That should shut him up. Meanwhile, her Oustside leg swept his from behind, to throw his balance under Lance's weight.

KEEP TALKING BITCH! ...Diva screeched into his face, practically frothing with rage as spit flew from her mouth.

...and I WILL arrest your useles aristocratic girlfirend right now, and find someone to pay 5 credits for your mangey ass too!

While the other to bounties in the room had not yet been recognizable to her, she had noticed Emilgotha some time ago. In truth the bounty on her was too low to crack her explosive outburst of jealousy as of yet, but hey....why pass up a free lunch? With the sweet sensation of cracking bones under her fingers, Diva acknowledge Talia, her eyes blazing and fueled by frustration, and made an admission she didn't espect.

I DON'T KNOW! I have trust issues and keep getting pissed at everything these days!

Spaz siliently approved.

@Sreeya @Prudence @Menderling Smollet @Gaiaverse

Well...things had gone south fast. First a crazy bounty hunter broken into the bar, apparently heading after the women that was eyeing her earlier seeing as she pointed at gun at her. Then Prudii pointed a gun at the women (who's name was apparently Diva...strange), only to have a gun pointed at him by Talia. It was like a scene out of a bad action flick. Only the actors were two crazy people and one women that may or may not be attracted to her. She almost chuckle, until one of Prudii's buddies tackled him. While yes Prudii was acting strange and making threatening gestures. Emil was both his partner and the person living in his ship and she liked have a place to stay.

"Di'kut" She muttered, unclear if she met Prudii, his attacker or both. Standing up, she sighed, louder once the crazy lady put in Prudii in a textbook lock, probably breaking his hand. Not that he didn't deserve it. She paced over to the stack of bodies and limbs after placing her things, and cat, in her bag. The cat was placing a cub holder kind of thing, sleeping away.

She grabbed Menderling (@Ecclessey) by the hair, keeping her head out of headbutting range. Yanking him off, she threw (not literally) him off Prudii and towards one of his buddies, "No hard feelings." She muttered, she turned to face the crazy lady (@Diva Tumi).

"Lass, while Prudii completely deserved that, I ask that you let him and let me get him out of here, I think you damaged his pride enough....in fact I'm probably damaging it even more. " She looked towards Prudii, condescendingly patting his helmet, "But then again, that's my job"

Talia spoke up, pulling his attention away from the others as he saw Diva making her way towards Divral from the corner of his eye. He'd nod, sighing. "Of course it is..."

The actions of Diva and the others dumbfounded Bardan, who stood watching for a moment as the crazed bounty hunter shoved Ral before taking 'Lance' in hand to dance a foxtrot. He shook his head at the strange sight, momentarily lowering his blade until he saw Prudii make his way over towards the Huntress and her Dancing Partner. The man was about to make a mistake and there was nothing that could be done to stop it, the man was on his insane war path and he knew his cousin would intervene, she did after all have a blaster aimed at the man. He was moving by the time she fired, the intent he wasn't quite sure, perhaps he had wanted to prevent further action. Of course it was a futile gesture as both Diva and 'Lance' moved against the downed Prudii with Prudii's girlfriend, the one with a bounty on her head deciding to get involved. Damned fool girl... he thought as he watched her grip the fake mando's hair in her hand. Shouldn't have gotten involved. He was close enough to reach out and hit the girl if he wanted to. Bardan lashed out with his lightsaber, sending an aimed (and fairly controlled incase Lance's head jerked into a dangerous position) blow at Lance's somewhat long hair and Emil's fingers. If she decided to let go all that would be lost were a few locks of hair, if she didn't she'd lose her fingers.

This wasn't the worst situation Emil found herself in, nor would it be the last bad situation she would. She had at kind of luck it seemed. Still she harbored no ill will to these people, as any force sensitive in the group notice. In fact the only feeling she had was adrenaline, not fear nor anger...well besides at Prudii. But that was to expected, she was the women in the relationship after all. As she began to yank Jon off Prudii, she noticed someone else making a move-slashing at her with...a lightsaber? Letting go of his hair, she let the lightsaber pass by, giving Jon a free hair cut. Not wanting to risk her hand (She didn't want to explain why she was losing fingers....at least not from a incident in a bar) further and safe in the knowledge she gave Jon a good yank (His head was probably really hurting by now), she backed off towards her table, making it clear she wasn't reaching for anything.

She looked to Barden, mouthing No ill will is meant.


Watching as Prudii managed to free himself, she stood herself up, grabbed her bag and followed Prudii. "My apologies" She said while pacing Diva. She grabbed her fathers helmet-adorn with red Jaig eyes and a lengthy kill count* and placed it over her head. Chuckling to herself on how funny a helmet meet for a 6'5 220 Ibs man must look on her , she was more putting on in case on of the hunters decided to take a shot then as an attempt to impress or intimidate.

*Kill count (made on the top of my head. I'm hyper right now)
Jedi-15
Vizsla-20
Genet-14
Fett-2
Ordo-4
Sith-10
Wookie-Five
Trando-30.

Ral had remained oddly passive after his confrontation with Diva, in fact, besides a few harsh words he was willing to let what had just happened slide. Then Talia shot Prudii, and Ral had to draw his guns, though he hadn't aimed them at anyone yet. He was hesitant to shoot after Kex had drawn his lightsaber and made a swing at the girl Prudii was with. However, it was what Prudii said next which caused Ral to act.

Just as the man began insulting the fidelity of Talia, something Ral knew of at least vaguely, though he had hoped would change in the future, the man's eyes narrowed. He didn't mind what Talia had done before, that was her business, as much as it might pain him, but he was trying to cause grief over it. And then he tried to move onto Ral's own escapades and he knew enough had been said. Leveling both his blaster pistols at Prudii and Emil, Ral began firing stun bolts into the pair. His line of sight to both of them was open and clear, no one was even close to getting in his way unless Diva or Talia decided to jump at him. He didn't stop at one bolt, he kept firing until they were both either down or someone jumped in the way of his fire. Ral did what he had to do with Zephyr, he wasn't proud of it. His father would have been proud of him. Now Prudii was trying to bring up dirt that happened well before his reconciliation with Talia in order to cause grief, and Ral wasn't going to allow that. So he fired at the man. He was trying to turn a bad situation worse. Him and Emil. Idiot doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut!

Ral didn't care what would happen to them later; he just wanted both knocked out, dragged off, and taken care of. This was supposed to be a party after all. They should be having fun.

Watching his partner, his... as reluctant as he was to admit it, friend struggle under the barrage was getting too much. He felt a mix of things, anger that it had come to this, anger at Diva, anger at his friend. It was odd, a strange mix of emotions only made worse as he heard the Mad Dog's plea for help through his com bead. He'd step forward, between one friend and another hoping it would bring the firing to an end, at least towards one of their own. To hell with Emil, he had her own reasons for wanting her gone and it sure as frak had nothing to do with a bounty. He held his saber low, keeping it ready mostly incase the other psycho present would be unwilling to relent, while he'd hold his left hand up as a sign for them to cease fire.

"Stand down Prudii! Just lower your weapons and cool your jets. I'm sure this can be worked out. Emil, put your hand behind your head and end this easily would you?" he didn't look at the man on the ground or his girlfriend, instead locking eyes with his cousin hoping he could at least get through to her.

He just could not shut up.

But she could. After her prosthetic hand bounced off his gorget she growled in defeat at the unsatifiying clang. She could feel his insane smugness beneath that tin can on his head, and Spaz could feel it to. The two were unified in intention now. Pity too, that jedi girl was real sweet the way she came to his aid, right too. He should've listened. Now all Diva saw was a fat donkey in a tin can dragging away the down payment on her new lakeside yurt on Naboo.

She was still, arms slack, quiet as he walked towards the door, ignoring his jedi girlfriends kindness and throwing his arm around her like she was his property. Nope. She was Diva's. Once they had given her their backs, the lifelong theelin pistolero drew with the smoothness and effeciency that only she could. Both pistols, already set to stun, rolled easily out of their thigh holsters, and with a tiny flick of her fingers, spun swiftly on the trigger gaurd. She was ready to fire in the blink of an eye, but stalled another half second. Stun Bolts were already reigning down on her targets from the other side! Kriff, It had to be him (@Ral ) didnt it?

Well Diva certianly wasn't going to give Talia's new fling all the satisfaction. Her pistols joined the frenzy of blue rain pouring down on the little 2 square meter patch of patio where the mostly innocent couple was crumpling. Diva was as relentless as @Ral. She moved as she had to, adjust her aim, shooting whichever one was moving the most, and crouching to skim her shots underneath the table that Prudii had heroically mudtered the strength to cover them with. This was cruel. was cruel. As Diva's breath grew heavier, the orange in her eyes began to drift closer and closer to red. Hanging from the back of her waist, the sinister metal ciylinder was practically quivering with delight. Diva woudl have her prize. Her thumbs began to press against the safety switch, inching the setting towards lethal....

She stopped. Very suddenly, and exhaled very sharply. Out with the bad and in with the good. Diva wasn't sure if she had truly taken her cue to ceasfire from @Bardan Kex , but she was certianly clinging to a quiet gratitude that he was ther. She was even slightly embarassed, when she caught Talia's eye. Then Caed's. While he had humilated himself on their first meeting, she had certianly made a sloppy mess of their second. Hopefully she had shaken off Spaz's overbearing bloodlust, but hubris was not unique to the mouthy mando on the floor. Diva stood tall and proud.

The girl is mine under claim of Bounty. If we make the rest of this night easy, I have the authority to make things right with your smart ass tribe brother here, or whatever you call each other.... Square?

Diva craned her neck then, spotting only other thing she needed in the arms of wide eyed brunette, who had that confident sort of pragmatism that had kept her on that side of the room with the booze. @Megilwen Diva admired her in that moment.

eh...drink here, please?

Entering into the darkened bar while the shouting continued in the background, Evie moved up to the bar waving down the busy bartender. The man came up with an annoyed look on his face as he glanced out the window toward the group that she'd been with. "What." The man snapped at her. The woman raised an eyebrow at the man's snappish attitude. "A bottle of Tequila and a glass." She ordered as she turned to look back out the window to the patio where the rest were in time to see the dancing start up and the mando Prudii walking over toward Diva with an intense look. A clink of the bottle and glass on the counter drew her attention back toward the bartender who'd poured her a shot. Picking up the shot, she downed the alcohol before a blaster shot rang out.

"Your friends are destroying my patio." The man grumbled to her.

"It's the calm before the storm and your worried about a few tables and chairs?" She said with a laugh. "All I wanted was a drink and to relax. I need shot glasses and about four more bottles of this." Turning back she watched a golden saber swing through the air and a few people now fighting on the ground. Kriffing hell. It was just getting worse by the moment. Evie turned back and gathered the items onto a tray, leaving her payment on the table.

She walked out in time to hear and see Kex step into the way and tell everyone to stand down. Evie rolled her eyes as she moved to the table and while balancing the tray on one hand, she gave Laura a shove to get her off the table. "Get." She waited until the woman was off the table before setting down the tray. Grabbing a glass she poured another shot. "Perhaps we should settle this in with alcohol. Last one standing wins... whatever it is you think is apparently worth fighting over." She offered before downing the shot before she took in the giant cluster fuck things had become. "Seeing as how she's one of the defenders on Onderon against the Sith. It just might behoove everyone to just, I don't know, get your heads out of your asses and learn to cooperate for a moment. Bounties can be hunted later, as I wouldn't be surprised if there were more bounties here, mercenaries and all. Seems a bit much to only take advantage of one. And I think ye might be a bit out numbered. Just my observation." Evie kept a watchful eye on public bounty boards. It paid to know if a employer might cause her trouble and having a Bounty Hunter for a brother had come in handy.

As Diva walked up, she poured her a shot of tequila and handed it to her while pouring herself another. Knocking the glasses lightly together, Evie downed the second one. "Now what about that game?"

Hezron had stood in front of Bria the moment the blaster fire kicked off, his staff held at the ready to knock aside any bolts, all of which were stun, as he watched the spectacle unfold. So many stun bolts couldn't be good for a person, and he was pretty sure flicking a persons nervous system on and off like a lightswitch the way they hailed stun bolts on the man as a sure fire way to give a person brain or nerve damage. Then again, this man talked to invisible beings, that not even his force senses could detect, so what damage could really be done that hadn't been done by now?

With the fighting done, hezron went over to his bottle of darkoma and took a long swing, holding for 5 seconds as he broke contact with a gasp as sent the bottle down. He needed the drink if he was going to settle his nerves, "You people...more unstable then even some of the sacred band..." He muttered to himself, remembering his time fighting alongside them back in the old days, the bad days. He turned his attention to the returning evie and her bottle of tequila. He would stick to his darkoma, but he could appreciate her trying to calm things down, "Thank you Evie..." He said with a nod of his head, "At least someone is trying to have some order around here." he commented, his filters starting to come down after that long, long drink.

For Lance everything moved way too fast for him to comprehend. Words were said, lights flashed and for some reason his right shoulder was covered in his own brown hair as he turned to his side. His innards felt bruised, as if someone had kicked him or the tumble had simply stirred the excessive amounts of alcohol in a bad way. "Ku-ku-le-" Lance frowned, "-kuu" his mouth felt dry and he really needed a stiff drink or some Bantha milk to clear his head. No, "Mojito!" he said excitedly and launched himself up from the floor and turned his head towards the bar. Suddenly it all went black.

He had stood up in the middle of the firefight and several of Ral Viszla's (@Ral) and Diva Tumi's (@Diva Tumi) stunbolts had hit him square in the chest and face, putting him down unceremoniously as Lance smacked back on the floor unconscious, and probably so for days. He probably wouldn't remember it by the of the rumored Sith attack on the planet, but somehow the sudden craving for noodles would linger. The radio on his helmet, laying a few feet away from him and also on the floor, started a new song. You could see a lot about the Mandalorians, but one thing was sure and that's that there's never a dull moment. Well, laying on the floor unconscious could technically count as a dull moment.