[Atlas] Giving It A Shot - Social

[Aadya Drast]

____________

From her place at the bar Aadya simply stood and watched, her eyes moving from person to person simply taking in what was going on around her. it had been some time since she'd been at a gathering like this, her days more filled with responsibility now than they ever were before. Sometimes she missed the carefree days when she'd first joined the Empire. They seemed like eons ago at this point.

Aadya noticed happily when someone she recognized arrived, her good friend Zandrali. Of course these days she was going by a much more ominous moniker, something Aadya was quite proud of her friend for. Aadya gave her a small wave and a pleasant smile, but for now was still content idling on her own. Seeing a group starting to get a little riled up with what appeared to be a dice game, Aadya strolled over and started watching from the sidelines.

"A thermal det?" She asked inquisitively, hopefully loudly enough @Burkhart Kelborn to hear. "Bet something more interesting than that, Kelborn. Here," She said, pulling out a credit chit worth about fifty thousand. A pittance to any Drast really, especially so for the Empress. Aadya tossed it on the betting table with flippancy. "I'll wager this that the Pureblood here can beat your roll. Gonna need a little more than a couple of big boy grenades to match and make this really interesting." Looking over at @Hask Jen, Aadya flashed him a smile. "Don't let me down, eh? Or doing bitch work for the Kelborn won't be the only thing you'll need to worry about." There was a clear tone of joviality to her words to Hask, though her gaze probably came across as nothing but serious. At the end of the day, Aadya hated losing. It was the absolute worst.

Taking a sip of her drink, the young Empress went back to her previous silence, content to watch the game unfurl - hopefully with a new sense of urgency and drama.

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

______________

Track Change​

A new arrival and one that was particularly note worthy approached the table after Burkhart offered up new bets. The man stood up, all two meters and one hundred and thirty kilograms of him. He knew who she was from all the holonet broadcasts she had been on. One had to live under a rock in wild space to not know who @Aadya Drast was. "Ma'am. Love what you've done with your hair." He said with a nod. The Morling was raised to be respectful and even though the woman across from him was the leader of the people who had bombed Mandalore he had his own agenda and principles. The Alor of clan Kelborn was far more civil than most would expect.

"I'm not bettin just A thermal det. I'm bettin a steadeh supply ov 'em. An the point of these bets are ta bet somthin that's actually of value to ya." He sat back down and looked between the Sith Pureblood and the Amaran. "This man here..." He gestured towards @Marion Kestrel . "...owes me a one time favor. He says he doesn't have anythin else worth bettin but considering the kinds of things I can ask him to do I'd say that's worth a lot. If he doesn't hold up his end then...well I think you know that I'm the type of guy who handles broken deals in a very specific way. Same goes for the crimson chin over here." He threw a thumb towards @Hask Jen .

Reaching across the table slowly he pushed the credit chip back across the table towards the Empress. He owned a shereshoy space station that was making a fair amount of credits on the daily not to mention all of his other illicit activites. Otherwise he would not have been able to pay for the festivities everyone else was enjoying. "Bet somethin that you actually don't want ta lose...Drast. Then maybe I'll make my own bet more interestin" His yellow eyes reflected looked back at the spunky woman before him. This would be one hell of a story to tell to his kids one day, if he ever has any that is.

@Logan @KinkyPrawn @Insalius

 

[Funani Avanti]

Funani saw the big morling pour a shot on the house and offer a toast. The Jawa joined with a resounding "Aye!" before downing it like it was nothing. His liver would later punish him for this abuse. The Morling even worked in a pitch for mandalorian hooch.

"Nice little pith you gotta thar'. I alway respec' a fella salesman. I would sath' the saem thin' if I wer' yo'." The Jawa happily slurred away at his new friend. As his thoughts began to mix together in a soup of inebriation. The wasted but as he was concerned happy wasted, ready to go do something like try to leap from table to table or invent a jet pack that used beer to propel you.

Still things were going just amazing until he heard joyful scream. He recognized the voice. Looking over he saw the white hair and red eyes of death that was Eithni. His stomach dropped at the mere sight of her as memories of Corellia started to flashback into his mind. The screaming of that poor kid from as a result of the lightning, green mist, that innocent voice that was all but a series of sweet nothings.

Funani took a look at Eithni, then back at the bottle he purchased, then back at Eithni, then back at the bottle repeating this several more times. Funani then took the bottle and starting drinking straight from the bottle. If anyone tried to talk to him, stop him, or anything he would just lift up his index finger at them with his free hand. As he wolfed down a large portion of the drink he would put the bottle down nearly knocking over in a fit of bad coordination. The word now swayed about and soon he couldn't even think about the fact Eithni was here, because the table kept trying to flip upside down and the wall decorations were always moving out of focus. Wait could you ferment trees? What does tree booze taste like? Maybe he could try with this table, yeah ferment a table that sounds like a great idea! what should he call it? oooooohhhhh He just figured it out! Tader.

"ha hehehe... tader." The Jawa said to himself with undeserved smugness and satisfaction. He saw tiny cubes being rolled about at a table and got curious especially when realizing that bestest wolf bro was there. The Jawa dropped from his chair as he tried to exit it off with the grace of Jedi master riding a morbidly obese hutt that was 30 seconds away from having an exercise related heart attack. He had fallen face first with the floor which actually tasted really nice like as if all the spilled alcohol and shame had seeped into the floorboards. The Jawa got himself up... barely and made his way to the vague general direction of the gambling table now trying to climb up into a high chair with... expected results. As now Funani found himself in a life or death struggle with a empty chair that had fallen on top of him.

@Darasuum @Logan @KinkyPrawn @Insalius @Powerfullhorus

 

[Dusti Streebek]

Dusti has briefly considered heading over to the game table, but she knew that there was noooooo way that she was sober enough to gamble. Maybe I shouldn’t have had five shots of whiskey before I left the ship… she mused.

"The water is pretty nice. You have a bathing suit?"

Dusti heard a vaguely familiar voice behind her ((@Darasuum)) as she swiveled around, eyes blinking as she focused on the face of whoever was speaking to her. As she recognized him, her face brightened up. “Oh heeeeeey!!! It’s the glow-stick man! Bri… no… Brent! With the f-fancy movesss and hand-chop action!” She posed in a shaky mock-fighting stance. “Whaaaaa!” This de-evolved into a drunken giggle-fit as a splash of booze dripped from her tankard. “I gotta say I’m reeeeeeeally glad you’re here.” She took a step in closer as she eyed Brent up and down. There was no subtlety here. With or without the booze, Dusti was always one to take the direct approach. And Brent… Brent was sooo her type. “Yeah, we should totally swim. The water… the water looks *bleepin’* amaaaaazing. she told him as she stared at him through beer-goggled eyes. “And… uh… oh darn! I think I left my suit back on Corellia!”

This was totally untrue. Dusti knew damn well that her suit was in the wash station on her ship. She smiled unapologetically through her flagrant lie as Zalluff handed Brent his drinks and grabbed Dusti’s tankard to refill it. Last time we had to fight with pirates. Now that we’re drinking with them, maybe I can *bleepin’* get somewhere with saber-boy this time, she thought.

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda hated bars. Okay, that wasn't true, she liked them, or maybe tolerate was a better word. The point was, that her approval of a bar depended greatly on the amount of alcohol in her system, which right now, was very high. More and more people had begun to show up, and despite her attempts to enjoy her solitude and dwell on the good sensations that her liquor escape provided her, the presence of people was reaching a point that she personally found unbearable. This sucked. She glanced at the Jawa at the table across from her with some buddy of his, and only made a disgusted grunt before dropping her head back on the counter. Why couldn't she stay drunk in peace?

 

[Brent Fury Drast]

Well he caught someone's eye. It was a familiar face and also a familial face at that. @Aadya Drast was present and seemed to have forgotten his face or maybe was playing some kind of game. Either way the empress of the Sith Empire showed him a little bit of attention and it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. No, wait, that's the drugs. Then there was Sakadi. The mute Sephi was talking to a Pureblood and getting drinks. At least she looked like she had recovered fairly well after the Battle of Tython.

When Dusti turned around and recognized him he smiled and realized she was well into her stupor. "Well aren't you just....drunk" A chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her try to reinact his non-lethal take down of pirates the last time they had teamed up. "Oh yeah, I'm thinking of making an action figure in my likeness. Batteries not included." He jested making the same mocking chopping action that so many common toys do.

Then she got close, like really close. He could smell the whiskey she had been drinking and knew the brand well enough from his own experience. "You could always go in your underwear. Of course there's always skinnydipping and it will be dark enough soon." He took a deep breath as his confidince just continued to increase despite his track record. Life was too short to wallow on failures after all. He had a pretty gorgeous red-headed opportunity right in front of him. "I'm pretty dead set on making you get wet one way or another. It would be a shame to waste what we've got while we have it." He knew how cheesy it was but the Drast had a feeling that given all the signals he was receiving it was appropriate. Fury Seduction Mode Engaged


@Zanna Black @Logan @Powerfullhorus

 

[Marion Kestrel]

When the Empress appeared at the table, Marion put on his most cordial and charming smile and bowed slightly in respect to her, all the while screaming and dying a little internally. He was just a pirate, a former slave raised by a now dead Serenno nobleman, the odds he'd ever even walk on a planet she'd be on at the same time was slim to none. It seemed like she knew the Sith in some way, which made him even more interesting to the Amaran, but he had to keep all that internalized for the moment. As the offer for double or nothing came around, he pondered what he should do. The older him would have taken his lumps and left. Now, though...He needed more, he needed to feel that gut-wrenching feeling as his fate spun on the sides of the dice. He took off his sword, the vibro-cutlass his adoptive father had left him, and placed it on the table with a bit of hesitation. That was also when he noticed the Jawa and the chair that was attacking him. With a deft, graceful move he righted the tall seat and placed the Jawa on top of it.

"I'll wager that which is valued most to me, as it's the most valuable thing I can offer to anyone. I'll put up my family's heirloom for the next round." He felt a bit bad he couldn't offer more, as was capable of the others at the table, but if he was going to continue the game and socializing with them, he had to prove he was serious in what he was doing. He wouldn't go back on his word and he was willing to take a chance just like any true pirate or scoundrel. Win or lose, he wanted to prove he was meant to be here, as this was the path to his goals. His parents weren't going to free themselves from slavers, after all...if they still lived, of course. He would need contacts, allies, all sorts of things to find them. If he wasn't willing to risk everything, he wouldn't ever find them again.

 

[Hask Jen]

When Hask saw the Morling's dice he cringed a bit. "Former Sith owing a favour to the most notorious Sith killer in the galaxy...what could possibly go wrong?" he joked. The table was getting more and more attention to Hask surprise. Even a very familiar Drast Empress decided to show up, though how she thought a simple haircut and dye would hide the most famous face on the Holonet is anyone's guess.

She decided To bet on him, giving him a friendly warning that made him chuckle. "Don't worry, unlike the rest of your little laser sword-swinging edge group I'm actually dependable." he boasted with a confident smile as he gave the cigara a puff(@Logan). He watched the exchange between Burkhart and the Empress, trying to keep his laugh in over their difference in size. It was comical to say the least.

He glanced at the Amaran when he decided to bet what seemed to be a very important sword to him. To the Pureblood it wasn't worth it to bet something that important, and while his eyes were showing his disapproval he didn't press the topic(@Insalius). Ironically, his own lightsaber was in his left hand under the table as he played with the weighty block of durasteel. "Tell you what, Butch." he quipped, looking at Burkhart(@Darasuum). "Let's up the stakes. My employment as a merc for that little cartel of yours I've been hearing about, as well as this." he said as he dropped the lightsaber on the table...which sounded more like somebody chucked a cosmowrench into the bets. "For that Renegade of yours." he finished, pointing to the hand cannon on the Morling's hip. While he hasn't been part of the order in almost ten years, the lightsaber could probably still fetch a price to the right people...if he didn't keep it for himself, that is. "Besides, red's not my style anymore." he said, knowing quite well the irony in that statement.

 

[Kalanda Tishire]

Kalanda was getting sick of this place. Too much laughter and not enough booze to drown it out. She only came here for some peace and quiet, and now it was getting derailed by all manner of nonsense. She was going to go and get drunk on her ship. Where she could be alone and miserable in peace. Rising from the bar, she stumbled across the way, her drunken eyes judging everyone that they fell upon. How dare they come to this place and ruin her drunk time. Yea, she was done with this place. There weren't even any cute boys to threaten. She winced as the sunlight slammed into her eyes, blinding her for a moment before she pushed onwards and into the distance, on a quest to remember where she had parked her shuttle. But that was an adventure for another time, as she had packed her black cloud and taken it with her, force help whoever stumbled across the young woman on her quest.

/exit thread

 

[System Defense Force]

A fun little time for everyone: Dancing, gambling, music. Between all factions somehow: Sith, Mandalorian, and Galactic Alliance. Some other independents as well. But there is something wrong with that picture... oh yeah.

Sith don't belong.

Sith don't belong here as per the Atlantean Code. The Atlantean Council and this joint are made up of the gangs who don't care for the law, but the Atantean Code is still the law around here. And the Sith Empress is here? Oh, they can hardly believe it. This is a chance to humiliate her or kill her and show everyone who owns this turf. And it's not just her, but another Darth as well. These Sith must sure be brave to come here. Or have a death wise. Either way, doesn't matter too much, because they will be dead either way.

A group of eleven humans gang members then came into the bar clad in HPK Armors with varying designs but their gang colors still predominant. They also had carbines on them with two spare powerpacks on them, as well as vibro-knives as well. All the carbines had laser pointers on them. The gang security means buisness, they had their weapons leveled as they entered in, ready for a fight against space magic wielding thugs. When the gang members came in, the music would stop, the other mundane patrons and workers would stop they are doing and begin to get to cover. Given that people are already aware that the Sith are there and knowing full and well about the Atantean code, being able to target Sith, could very well jump in for a chance for their lightsabers and some of that street cred.

The leader of the gang, named Deaayde would spearhead his group as they stormed in. His group is ready for violence to erupt at any second. Quite frankly the drugged out Deaayde would relish in a good fight.

With them firmly in, they would spread out and circle in where the Sith are at and acquire their targets. From left-most to right-most facing from them, four (including Deaayde) would target @Aadya Drast, the Empress herself. Four would target @Darth Valravus, a newly minted Sith Lord. The remaining would aim their sights on @Hask Jen. Although the pureblood might be affiliated with the Sith, the gangmembers would just see a red pureblood, whom people would commonly assume to be actual Sith.

The group would be about 15ish meters away from the main gambling table, their weapons laser pointers right on their targets. Deaayde, although ready for a fight to break out would then gloat to the Sith. "So looks like we got some Sith eeerr..." he chucked manically beneath his helmet. And there was. He and his men were about to pull their trigger fingers. They are pretty itchy.

 

[Eithni Vala Stark]

The sudden stop of the music, made EIthni stop while taking the first sip of her drink and saw a bunch of armed men entering the bar. Now for once in her life, she was not really feeling fighting a bunch of men as this drink tasted really amazing and she much rather wanted to try it than fight. So before the four armed strangers saw Eithni, had the little witch left the bar with her drink, besides, Valravus could handle herself. Exiting the bar with her drink unnoticed, she left the beach and found a quiet area, where she could finally try her drink.

Whatever was to happen on that beach party and in the bar, was none of Eithni's concern and continued to walk towards the much busier streets and disappeared in the crowd, looking for a place to drink. However, after one or two sips, someone pumped into her, making her drop her drink and before she could yell at the person for ruining her drink, was the one responsible gone, lost in the crowded street.

Annoyed that strangers came and ruined the party and then the fact that she lost her drink, made her just decide to find a ship that was getting off-planet as this place was stupid.

/Exit Thread

 

[Darth Valravus]

___________________

Bang, the doors were kicked down. The hairs on the back of the violence prone raised despite Eithni being so close to her. Darth Valravus stared over the crowd able to see where the new arrivals were making their weapons leveled, trying to find her. There were too many people here to move towards the exit. She had to do something else.

Summoning the dark side of the force as quickly as she could her sclera went from white to black. Her eyes locked on the group of semi-uniformed thugs while her body darkness misted in a heartbeat and make everything around her lose sight of her actual body as it was teleported a few meters up and on top of the roof.

It was the same amount of time needed as taking a step only in this case she was not taking one in the traditional sense. This was meant to happen before the twitchy gangsters drew a bead, or in this case visible laser sights, through the crowd. Darth Valravus was not moving that far but still whenever she used the ability it taxed her noticeably. It was more exhaustive when being forced to use it faster, requiring more brute force in terms of using up her energy on both of those. But at least that would get her more time to actually do something that would not end in her inevitable death. She had to think of something. This was not exactly what she had in mind in terms of a bar brawl.

The firm contact beneath her feet was solid roof that would hold her just as well as any other roof since this was not one of those smaller tikki bars further down the beach. It was slopped though and she had only bought herself a little time before one of the thugs could just take a few steps back or run outside and see her. She had seen it when she had approached the bar and so knew where she was heading when she had teleported.

 

[Brent Fury Drast]

Brent's expression from smoulder to surprised as quickly as the music stopped. Those are a lot of blasters and they are very close! Do not like! His own mind of surprise had him freeze where he was as the clearly aggressive gangster squad moved into the room. He knew he would not be able to really do anything as they moved into the bar. Instinctively he changed his posture to more protect the person closest to him, Dusti. In case they open fired. He did not know whether these guys were totally cool headed individuals willing to shoot or some wacked out junky bunch. The danger they posed on someone else was not something he would want and so would try somewhat to shield her from any hastly fired blasters. Brent did not want to provoke any of them from shooting and so did his best to not appear like a threat to them.

The gangsters would move into the room. One of them spoke with a pretty creepy voice though. They were after Sith. If the gangsters were only holding up the Sith he would try to get Dusti and himself away from this and exit like they had never been there to begin with. He just wanted to NOPE right out of there if they were not going to get shot for it.

@Zanna Black //Exit thread?

 

[System Defense Force]

The news of the presence of Sith spread quickly through Atlas, the council sounding the clear for the gangs to cross lines in order to be present for this unfortunate bar, that was a pretty good spot for the locals in laying low for a quiet evening. It was not a quiet evening and even the owner of the bar would also be facing consequences for serving Sith. There were codes that were expected to be obeyed. No place was ever lawless and now there were galactics having the time of their lives in a place they must have thought was free from consequence. How very wrong they were. It was an honor to uphold what the council had built here on Atlas and they didn't need to have outsiders messing it up for the rest of them.

The gang of six were piled in and on the speeder as it flew down the streets, they were dropped off a block short but in sight of the bar and saw the another gang entering (@Faster Than Light) the bar. The men rolled their eyes, clearly dissatisfied with being beat to their destination, they were wanting the honors of killing Sith for themselves. They were dressed in ruffian armor and armed with their rifles as they hustled down the street, but instead of entering the front, they would come in from the back looking to stop any unwelcomed guests from leaving prematurely from the Atlas' welcoming party.

"Ding Ding, welcome to Atlas, Sith scum!" the leader of the gang shouted as they began to shoot indiscriminately, spreading outward as they kicked over tables to use as cover. If no one else thought the Sith Empress, Sith Lord, and the red Sith was a threat then perhaps they were allies of the Sith Empire and for them, that was more than enough to eradicate anyone who was not fighting the Sith also.

 

[Hask Jen]

Before Hask could try to be more of a smartass, he felt a ripple in the force. His entire demeanor shifted into high alert. He got up from his seat and summoned the lightsaber on the table back into his left hand as he turned to look at the entrance, already drawing the force through him. The gunmen stormed in and surrounded the place. What both did and did not surprise him was the fact that three of them took a liking in him.

Before chaos could erupt, Hask let out a force push that would potentially send the bumbling gunmen trained on him flying into an opposite wall. It was a quick move and required little to no effort from the powerful Pureblood. It would serve to stop them from firing and also completely disorient them if not knock them out entirely. At the same time he launched himself through a large open window with a "Yeet!" before they could train their sights on him, making sure he was out of the line of fire. His lightsaber was also ready to deflect any bolts coming his way in case someone managed to squeeze one off.

Outside the bar he disappeared off into an alleyway beside the building, out of view from anyone following him outside or any of the new arrivals that entered through the back, hijacking a helmet and jacket from a passed out drunk to cover his identity as he fled. He would make his way into a crowded street and disappeared from the authorities to escape the planet.

/Exit Thread?

 

[Arsenio Ulgo]

.

These clowns @Faster Than Light @GABA must have been out of their mind, thinking that the Sith Empress @Logan traveled without any security detail. In addition to the newly minted Sith Lord, there was a task force of Imperial Agents in the bar as well. Arsenio Ulgo was one such, a younger officer but still highly competent. While security assignments weren't his usual, he had taken a liking to the freshly single Sith Empress and it just so happened, that luck would present an opportunity for him to prove his worth. He reasoned that perhaps his showcase of bravery would land him squarely in the sack, Aadya's bedroom must have its perks.

Arsenio had gone to the restroom when the gang raiders barged inwards, the commotion as well as the reckless fire from the second series of ruffians instantly placed him on alert. Grabbed in his Imperial armor, the agent drew his twin pugio blasters and braced his back against the wall of the corridor he was currently in. Arsenio's position afforded that none of the members could spot him, but with a peering around the corner, he had Deaayde in his sights. From within his location of cover, he activated the voice scrambler function of his armor, preparing in case he needed it soon. At this point, he was approximately 18 meters away from the gang members. Sweat balled on the tips of his fingers, itchy they were as they grasped tightly around the hilts of his dual-wielding blasters.

"Showtime baby"...He said to himself silently.

 

[Funani Avanti]

Funani had met his ultimate foe. Duking, diving and weaving he continued to valiantly resist the attritional onslaught of the mighty, deadly chair. He would crush this foe and make it serve him for he was ALPHA JAWA. None shall dare resist the great and mighty Funani Avanti vanquisher of chairs and drinker of the drinks. Funani was envisioning the most wonderful false narrative as he continued to struggle and struggle with the chair that had he been sober would have been dealt with already. Still this was great fun until at some point he heard the door crash open. He looked over as he saw what was a bunch of dudes who kept multiplying and subtracting before his eyes in a kaleidoscope of fuzziness. Still eventually something clicked in his misfiring mind that told him they were cops.

"Oh Ra'ti! Quick someone eat the drugs!" The Jawa screamed out to no one in particular as he panicked in his inebriated state he didn't understand why they were or that they had nothing to do with him. He thought the fuzz were about to crackdown on this entire establishment and get... HIM. Paranoia, fear, adrenaline and the inability to make rational decisions soon all collided together causing Funani to act on whatever elixir of instinct that today's combination of circumstances had brought him.

"Uh uh uh.... IdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoitIdidntdoit..." The Jawa started screaming at the top of us lungs as he finally was able to toss the Chair aside and start booking it. His pants may or may not have been soiled in this moment. Ricocheting from table to table gradually making his drunken way for the front door, The small Jawa teetering on the edge of maintaining his momentum and falling over face first again as he tried to get his ass out of that bar like yesterday. He would start to slobber a bit from his mouth as it kept repeating those same four words ad nauseum.

There was a good chance that everyone in the bar would be momentarily dumbfounded by this spectacle inadvertently bought him the window he needed to run out into the beach continually proclaiming his innocence as he begin to become an invading menace to the nearby town.

/Exit Thread

 

[Marion Kestrel]

Well, this had gone to hell VERY quickly. As the mercenaries busted their way into the room he snatched up his sword, not having lost it yet, and made to jump out the same window that the Sith Pureblood had just yeeted himself out of. Already on edge, his adrenaline and reflexes would kick in quickly, following the man out within moments of his own escape, before the stunned men could retrain their sights. Marion was a nobody, and as much as he hated to use people for his own salvation, well, he couldn't save his parents if he was dead. He was a minor pirate, never having even been in Empire territory longer than needed to refuel and move to his next destination. There were bigger fish for the security forces to fry here, which was what he was counting on to give him time to escape. He'd remember the Mandalorian, though, and he wouldn't go back on his word, either. When safe, he'd contact the man to offer his services as the winnings of their bet. A deal was a deal, after all.

Outside, Marion would disappear down an alleyway, skilled at blending in with crowds on planets such as this. First a slave, then having willingly become a servant of the people, it was an easy thing to keep one's head down and just go with the flow. He kept his precious vibro-cutlass clutched close, not wanting to lose it again, yet if it would bring him a closer to his goal he would offer it up in a heartbeat. It's what his adoptive father would have wanted, as well. Content that he was safe and away, he headed to the spaceport. Time to find his next lead or contact, away from itchy trigger fingers.

//Exit Thread

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

Yeah... no.... As soon as the Knightess saw the first group of men enter, Sakadi decided to leave. She wasn't armed, she wasn't a target and most importantly, she didn't look like a target. Under the guise of being just another scared party-goer, she disappeared into the crowd that was dead-set on getting out of the bar. Making use of this ensuing chaos outside as well, Sakadi moved through the streets, annoyed that someone ruined her vacation.

Eventually the Sephi managed to reach the spaceport, where she would wait for her allies to join up with her, before leaving the planet.

//Exit thread//

 

[Dusti Streebek]

Dusti looked at Brent quizzically. “Making me get wet?” Then, her inner light bulb switched on. “Oh… OH-ohhhhhhh!!!” Her eyes sparkled mischievously and a wide grin came over her face as her intoxicated brain finally clued in on the otherwise obvious innuendo, prompting her to slink in closer to the padawan. “Well then… I sssuppose ‘later’ can become ‘sooner’. *Hic* What’d ya say we head toward the beach and…”

Bam! Suddenly about eleven swat soldiers kicked the door in, which upstaged Dusti’s entrance tenfold. Brent had immediately gone into a defensive stance, but Dusti in her drunken stupor had difficulty transitioning into the next moment. “Uh… wait… what?” she muttered as she looked around in confusion. “*Bleeeeeep…* man, did this party get raided already? I jussss started!”

They didn’t appear to be after them… it looked like they had bigger fish to fry. But it would still probably be in their best interest to get the hell out of Dodge.

But she had to admit… Brent stepping right in front of her to protect her was kinda… sweet.

@Darasuum ((Yeah, good idea. New thread?)) //Exit thread