A Night to Remember...

[Vash Tembra]

Things could never go easy, could they? One moment, he thought the situation was under control,- he'd almost penetrated the man's defenses, and felt him going down- the other, an innocent bystander had been shot, and a little girl was crying. No, he thought, just no. They're not taking a little girl away, not on my watch.

He wasn't letting anyone take the blame for his recklessness, so Vash quietly passed his blaster to one of his conspirators, whispering "When you get the chance, shoot those at the door and run, understand? There'll be an opportunity, just keep your head down and wait. We'll probably not meet again... may the Force be with you"

The Twi'lek, who Vash knew had served in the military and, as a consequence, was proficient on the use of a blaster, gave him a nod of understanding, and with the hope that he'd created something worthwhile tonight, the Padawan took a deep breath, and began to move to show himself. But Sakadi- and now he was sure it was Sakadi- had been faster. Blasted little rascall, taking the blame for my actions.

The Echani wasn't going to let the moment go by, however. He'd given his friends on the table the means to escape, and probably other people would also be looking for an opportunity to get away. Now he just had to kick a few butts and save the day. Hopefully. Why did you have to play the hero, Sakadi? You could have jumped around while I distracted them, but nooo... let's be the bait.

There was another hope, however: creepy Sith lady (@Amur). Vash wasn't sneaky enough to get to her, but he could communicate. Reaching out with the Force as he took his lightsaber hidden in his suit, Vash sent a message:

"If you attack the four folks, I'll attack the fellow on the podium. At least one of my guys will be shooting our friends at the door as well, so you should be covered"

Then he took a deep breath and prepared himself. There was a metal cup laying on a table next to him, so the Echani decided to focus on that, visualizing the cup hitting the ringleader, and nothing but the ringleader. If he decided to shoot anyone again, Vash would throw the little object at his head. Worst case scenario, he'd miss, and the chances of killing someone were lowered.

 

[Sylvie Corser]

Everything looked like it was going well. The robbers were handling the situation well, and then something happened. Something the leader was claiming to be a Force user trying to screw with him. And it didn't work. She took a second to realize that a man a meter or so away from her had just gotten a hole burned through his suit. Sylvie looked his direction as everything sort of froze. The masses around the man separated as he fell, parted like an ocean as a younger girl ran toward him. Oh, no. Oh, no no. Not that. Her eyes shot toward the criminals on stage. They just ruined a kid's life. Just like that. Of all the people in the crowd, it was that one. Fate had an awful sense of humor. She pushed through the people who had made a natural space for the girl who was currently sitting beside her dying father, stopping short as one of the men searching the crowd went to grab the girl.

Sylvie outstretched a hand and took a half step forward, not quite keen on getting shot but then again not looking to see a kid get shot, either.
"Hey. Hey, hold on, let her go, keetar freg. She's a kid! You guys are gonna take kids hostage now?"

Another step. Little did she know of the plan going down between the multitude of Force users in the building. The background noise of the man counting down before he shot someone else was hardly a whisper in her ear. These guys were completely insane. She just wished she'd packed her military weapons before she came here. Not that wishing did all that much good now. And Sylvie had just exposed herself from the crowd, now making a scene. Probably not too smart, but too late to turn back now. The other hand which was currently not outstretched at the girl and the criminal holding her clenched into a fist as she prepared for a very bad day. Where's backup when you need it... How little she knew.

OOC: Poke me if you got questions! I don't know how good this post is. (Mobile trouble.)

 

[Carthus Phoenix Kira]

The sound of a blaster bolt being fired was enough to draw Carthus attention to the main stage once again, his eyes looked over towards the girl who was now crying near the man who had been hit. That mixed with the thug that was wrestling with her caused him to pause and anger to ignite inside of him.

It appeared the idea of making this sneaky was now way out the window. Not only that but things started to make sense with what he was feeling around him, it appeared there were other force users present at this event, not that it fully surprised him being such a large event that it was.

Taking in slow deep breaths as the man began to count as he stood on the stage demanding the force user show themselves and make themselves known, Carthus began to move towards the podium himself but keeping to the crowd as he approached. There were two thugs in the crowd near him, there appeared to be two close to the girl who was screaming. Not only that but her screaming caused his very core to resonate as well. It was then his eyes saw the figure moving onto the podium, she must have been the force user in question.

He hated the choice that now presented itself, the leader had a weapon were the thugs in the crowd didn't. That being said one of the thugs had a girl in his hands and they were close to people that could quite easily be hurt here.

Part of him screamed to help the girl, but the man shooting at hostages was the biggest concern here. It also appeared that the girl had her own savior coming in and causing distractions. With that all done He made his way through the crowd towards the front near the podium as a scene appeared to form near the girl thanks to @Sylvie Corser , avoiding the two that were nearby. His eyes looking on the figure as she approached the ringleader.

Slipping his left hand towards his right sleeve, he began to pull the cool metal hilt of a collapsable virbo sword out of its sheath there. His eyes never leaving the person approaching the stage, he had never really done this before but had not only seen but felt it done.

With what force he had managed to pool he reached outwards, ignoring everything else around him and focusing only on @Sakadi Marathi Sinvala . The hilt of the weapon free from its bindings and exposed, holding his arms close to his chest, his left hand ready to launch the weapon towards her should she acknowledge this. He hoped it would work, he hoped she able to use the force better than he could and hope she would get the hint at what he was standing by to do should she need it.

Come on look at me and the weapon

Carthus half muttered to himself trying to force that image towards the woman on the stage

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[Newkt Cordonval]

A shot rang out, a body dropped. It happened fast. Just like that, the whole situation had gone from bad, to worse. These thugs had officially proven they had no moral obligations to shooting unarmed hostages. Some Jedi mind trick, or whatever it was, was it all it took for these guys to shoot someone. If people started fighting back openly, Newkt had no doubt the whole lounge would turn into a killing zone. The shooters wouldn't even have to aim. They'd just have to shoot wildly and they'd be bound to hit someone in the crowd. Everyone in the room might as well have been lined up for a firing squad at this point.

It wasn't until Newkt noticed the woman (@Amur ) slipping through the crowds, moving towards the guards, that Newkt realized how bad things were going to get. Newkt had no idea what the stranger had planned, but whatever it was couldn't be good. This wasn't the place for a fight. Not unless a few dozen casualties was acceptable, which Newkt assumed was not. Regardless of Newkts feelings about this, it seemed like a massacre was about to take place. People were about to die. Probably a lot of them.

Nonetheless, Newkt was a survivalist. He was going to live through this whole situation no matter what it took. Chances are he and everyone else would be better off if Newkt helped with whatever crazy plan the stranger had in mind. He took a deep breath, drawing his pistols from his holsters and slowly moving along the wall in the direction of the guards near the exit. He was careful to move slowly, lest he draw any attention to himself. Fortunately, with everything going on, no one seemed to pay him any mind. It was easy to keep the firearms concealed and with the guards distracted, Newkt had no troubles taking up a position with the exit in view.

There was a booth near the exit, occupied by a handful of panicked party-goers. Newkt only had to flash one of his pistols to shoo the people away before he took over the booth, sitting down so he was facing the guards at the exit. He was ready. Prepared to flip the table up and shoot any bastard that pointed a blaster at him. At least here he would have some cover. He'd be able to hide behind the walls of the booth and the table would hopefully provide some resistance to any blaster fire that came his way. Newkt was no doubt better off here than standing out on the dance floor or something.

With a glance, he eyed the woman ducked behind the pillar, staring at the guards like a predator looks at prey. Newkt was on edge as he waited for her to make her move. Hopefully, she wouldn't turn on him when he started firing. That'd be a way to go, huh? Mistaken for one of the hostage takers? That'd be his luck though. He'd already managed to pick the one party that was taken over by criminals, he might as well die here too. That'd make for one hell of a story.

Newkt prayed silently, hoping that his impromptu ally would notice him before the violence broke out. Hopefully then she'd realize he was fighting with her, not against her.





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