[Atlas] Giving It A Shot - Social

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros had been a veritable figure of barely-controlled rage for… he couldn’t even remember. The sudden glassing of his homeworld by the Sith had left his emotions roiling inside him, just barely teetering on the precipice of snapping. His home had been annihilated just weeks prior, and the only thing holding him together was his daughter. By the good fortune of the gods he had escaped the destruction of Mandalore with her unharmed, though he now sported numerous scars from his battle with the Empress. The fight itself was a haze in his mind; fragments of it came and went intermittently, and he often struggled to remember exact details. All he knew was that he failed to kill her, and she failed to kill either him or his child.

Raz, however, could not be reached. The two separated at the onset of the attack to go rally their people in key locations after a final goodbye. To know that she had been lost was the ultimate wound he suffered; the love of his life and the mother of his child, gone, killed defending their home from invaders. He went days without eating from grief, and the only sleep he got was when his body shut itself down and forced him to rest, such were the profound effects of losing his Mand’alor on him.

The glassing itself played again and again in his mind, however, and every night since the attack he had a nightmare of some kind. Fires flashed through his thoughts, lancing through his concentration as the cacophony of chaos and thrum of war deafened him. It was not uncommon for Leandros to wake up in a cold sweat, desperately reaching for a weapon, only to find himself beside his daughter having passed out from keeping vigil over her. The conversations of why her mother wouldn’t be coming home, or why they had to move homes, were especially confusing for the toddler, and Leandros knew she wouldn’t understand until she was older. He was exceptionally more protective of the girl now, and rarely did he go anywhere without her in his sight. After all, she was a reminder of what he had lost and a hope for the future of their people.

Atlas was supposed to be a break away from all the carnage, even if only for a moment. The respite would do both him and his daughter some good, and the pirate haven seemed as good a place as any to escape to. Sandy beaches, warm sun, clear water, people who steered well clear of the ticking time bomb in armor – what was not to like? His daughter ran along the beach accompanied by three of his retinue. They were to watch her and Leandros knew they could be trusted; these warriors had been with him for years.

He needed a break and this bar seemed like the best place to take that break. While his warriors watched his kid, Leandros found himself inside and drinking alone. Hunched low over his beer, the veteran Mandalorian stared deep into the amber liquid, lost in thought. He paid no mind to the other patrons and zoned out, occasionally moving to take a sip, totally lost in his own world.

The sudden arrival of the gangers and their announcement of Sith in the bar shook him from his stupor, and Leandros lifted his head to get a good look around the bar. He recognized the armor of several Mandalorians milling about, the hulking figure of Burkhart, a few random patrons, and–

He blinked several times to be sure. His eyes were playing tricks on him; Hod Ha’ran was deceiving him, he had to be. Leandros shook his helmeted head, utterly appalled by who he was seeing. Was that the Empress? The one whom he fought on Mandalore? The very person who destroyed his home and took his wife from him forever? And she was betting on some parlor game with Mandalorians?

Something inside him, something wound up very tight, finally snapped. Leandros bolted upright from his seat, spilling his drink and knocking his table over. He was sat in a shadowy corner, not too far from the game table, but close enough to have his voice heard over the din of the forming chaos.

”Traitor!” he shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly. He ignored the Empress, his ire focused on the “Mandalorians” who were treating her as if she weren’t a genocidal maniac, his steely gaze pointedly fixed on Burkhart. ”Mandalore burns and you sit there with Sith?!” He knew the gangers would be just about ready to tear this place apart, but his rage overtook his rational thinking. ”Mand’alor the Chosen is dead and you would roll dice with the schutta who ordered the killing blow?!” His voice was at a roar, very clearly able to be heard over the chaos in the bar, such was the power of a man who’s been yelling orders over the sound of battle for decades.

The remainder of his retinue, the nine who weren’t watching his daughter, were nearby the bar and, upon hearing the new commotion, made their way towards it, curious but ready to do battle or defend their leader.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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He was looking at Aadya when he noticed from across the table a man stand up and look around. His face and figure was more than familiar. It was the War Councilor Leandros. His sad looking mug was ingrained in his mind like a sibling you loathe.

The door slammed open and gangsters wearing the colors of the local authority came through. The sound of more in back confirmed this was a raid of some sort. Burk knew he could not draw from his sitting position fast enough to do anything about a sudden threat. But he knew they were not after him.

Still it would seem everything happened all at once. Leandros's stare was on him. A sith was fading to mist, the pureblood was trying his luck. Burkhart was reacting the same as everyone else, survive. His left arm lit up as his gauntlet bulwark shield came to life while his right palmed his helmet from the table. His left arm raised to be between him and the gangsters just in case they open fired on the close by Pureblood.

His teeth widdened letting the cigara in his mouth drop to the ground, sending its gathered embers in a small radius on impact. With his palmed helmet being placed on his head he saw Leandros moving closer yelling accusations. Good thing the table was between them or it would not have stopped Leandros from getting closer, close enough for Burkhart to strike. He was not about to disagree with the War Councilor. That was indeed what had happened and was happening.

Without uttering a response he jumped backwards through the window, curling his body up enough to pass through the window without hitting any of the frame. He stopped just a meter or two outside, enough to keep him out of line of sight of the gangsters but still close enough for Leandros to hear him. "Ret, Leand'ika" What quickly followed was him tossing an adhesive grenade set to impact back through the window to land right where he had just been sitting. It was mostly meant to cover his trail incase anybody thought of pursuing, especially Leandros.

He recalled not ever really caring about Leandros's opinion of him. Not when he had made so many rude xenophobic remarks and views. Not when he had barely considered him worthy of being a comrade despite having done all he had for the Mandalorains back then. Burkhart would go on missions Leandros would be himself and think he was charming. Burkhart would think of killing him in his sleep, and then the next day would happen and it would repeat. Those were good times.

Now it was clear. Burkhart had never really cared for the zealot. But that was not why he had involved himself with Sith, to spite the bad seeds that had survived the bombings of Mandalore. The Morling was doing what was necessary to survive. These Sith were still his enemy but he was not about to be judged by that man and be expected to care. He changed to flight mode for his jetpack while his gauntlet continued to protect him. His jetpack ignited, zooming him off towards his ship until things cooled off. Once the Sith were taken care of there might still be business to be done around here.

@Painus exit thread?

 

[Revora Musana Kelborn]

Revy found herself now in a difficult spot. She was a Kelborn and had a history of illicit deals and smuggling. Some times you didn't have a choice but to tolerate the devil or not to fight back with all your might. Had it been weeks but still everything was still fresh, everything still hurts. She kept in touch with her father and her brother. Well really she kept in touch with their doctors and nurses that tended to them. The length of her father's coma was unknown being weeks, years or for the rest of his unconscious life. Her Brother who seemed to finally be recovering from his severe infection had a new development and had gotten hit with a influenza virus that his body just couldn't handle. Sustained high fevers and images of ice packs covering his body haunting the Mandalorian's mind.

She liked Burk. He was sensible, a realist, the type who could share a drink after a mission. Revy also had a suspicion that he was likely one of the more 'relaxed' Mandalorians when it came to being a Mandalorian which if that was true would also earn respect from the Cathar. This was a person who was responsible for her family atleast having the chance to live due to that crazy stunt he pulled when Mandalore was invaded. He did right by her family and she wanted to serve him well as a sign of gratitude. But here he was dealing with Sith. The bastards who slaughtered everyone that they could, the people directly responsible for hurting her brother and father. The reason why she couldn't sleep soundly, always anxious checking her datapad and the holonet, half expecting to hear the news that her father or brother had passed. The Empress herself the monster who had committed and spear headed this was here and burk was serving her drinks casually having a spot of gambling?

She was enraged. She initially just lingered at the bar in her beskar'gam but wasn't fully armed. She walked out of the bar and in the heat of that sunny day made a decision. Truth be told part of the rumors of Sith at this particular bar may have been an anonymous tip off. Especially the news of the Empress being here. She also set off a message for all Mandalorians in the local area: "Yialeti'r cuyir meg tkadetr Manda'yaim cuyir olar, rala mhi yaim'ol riye." along with a set coordinates leading to this bar.

She was outside the bar at one of the walls She set to work on applying a thin oval outline of welding putt that had a height of roughly 1.5 meters, using up roughly 1 kilo of her supply. It took two minutes to apply but this was before the chaos had broken out. She saw the gangs making their way to the bar(@GABA, @Faster Than Light) giving a knowing nod and pointing to towards the bar with her thumb. She gave them time to make their entrance and let anyone smart enough to not get entangled in this mess a chance to leave. Most of the people here were just everyday criminals, she only had a beef with the Sith. The petite Cathar got ready to breach waiting for the unmistakeable ebb and flow of exchanging gun fire to kick off. Revy one of her pistols the other holstered but within quick reach. A vibro-bayonet in the other. That's when something interrupted her thought. She heard the unmistakable roar of Leandros. Making her way to the nearby window to see what the kark was going on. She looked over to see a hulking mass of Morling being jet propelled to her face. Trying to move to the side to avoid though giving the timeframe a collision was highly likely to happen throwing a wrench into the Alor's escape attempt. If the two collided Revy would look at Burk as a series of emotions took hold, She then as anger took hold mixing with sadness muttered on word.

"tion'jor?!" Tears were falling down the Cathar's face under her helmet as she said that.

@Darasuum @Faster Than Light @Painus @GABA

 

[Aadya Drast]

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The tone of the bar seemed to have shifted within seconds. Mercs upon mercs poured in from where, Aadya had no idea. But the where didn't matter. They were here, and clearly they had plans that involved her and potential death. Not really something she was going to let happen without some kind of fight.

It seemed most of the bar was scurrying to safety as quickly as possible, even those that were clearly able to hold their own like the dogman Mandalorian. Kind of pathetic, to be honest. Though she supposed you didn't make it to being a grey-haired warrior by taking every fight that showed up to your doorstep. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like Aadya would have much of a choice.

The force coursed through Aadya as she eyed the merc that had spoken up, probably their leader. She arched an eyebrow at his brazenness, clearly he thought that the entire confrontation was already locked up as a win. Granted, it did sort of seem that way, with men appearing from thin air almost and weapons trained on her already. An entire bar of people just looking for a good time ruined by idiots thinking they had a reason to show up where no one wanted them to be. Typical. Such a shame.

"A million credits to anyone willing to stand up to these thuggish dipshits." Aadya said clearly and simply, just as Deaayde stopped speaking. Reaching out with the force, Aadya attempted to feel out if Valravus was still around. If she was, she'd receive a telepathic message asking for her help. It was going to be needed.

For now, Aadya waited, her lightsabers close at hand but still hidden, letting the force encircle her as she prepared for a fight. As subtlety as possible, she began inching towards an escape route. A window would be fine. There was a thick enough table between them and she, she was also outside of the radius of the adhesive grenade Burk had tossed. Only time would tell how the rest would play out.

 

[Leandros Solus]

”Coward! Traitor! Mongrel!”

All Leandros could do was hurl insults at the Morling as he stormed closer, murderous intent in the cold, weary eyes that lay hidden behind his helmet. His scowl deepened and his gauntleted fists clenched, the knuckles turning white with hate. The presence of the Sith in the room troubled him not; the law of this planet would deal with them suitably. His animosity was focused towards the traitor in front of him. A man he had gone on countless missions with; a man who, despite Leandros’ own xenophobic misgivings, never seemed to outwardly hate the War Councilor; a man who Leandros had come to depend on to get the job done when necessary.

And none of it mattered to him.

His vision went red and he narrowed his focus on the Morling, a free hand drifting down to his beskad by pure instinct. The cowardly “Mandalorian’s” arm flashed bright with energy as he activated his energy shield to protect him from the gangers. Without replying at all to anything Leandros said or accused him of, Burkhart jetted backwards and out of a window. Rather than have his clean escape, however, he slammed right into another of his clan, potentially disrupting whatever elaborate attack he had planned. Leandros shoved the table aside and leaped forward, using his own jetpack to propel him after Burkhart without a moment’s hesitation.

Leandros soared through the air, aiming to slam into him just as he cleared the window in a jetpack-boosted tackle. He had last used this same move against Val so many years ago in that unforgettable bar brawl, and it brought back painful memories that served only to make him angrier. Not caring for the fact that the other Kelborn was now tangled up with her alor, Leandros rocketed forward, arms outstretched to wrap around his target to drive him back.

Throughout this entire ordeal, he did not once stop shouting expletives at the man, though as he began flying towards him, his speech became unintelligible, and it sounded not quite unlike that of a beast’s growl. He hated him. He hated what he had done. He hated who he was with. He hated his clan, his people, and anyone who had considered betrayal of this magnitude. It was a dagger that pierced deep within Leandros’ heart, and the only way to wrench it free was to bring forth his punishing righteous fury.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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♣TRACK♣​

He flew backwards through the window just as planned. What happened once he was through was not planned as he collided with one of his own clan. In his hand he had the adhesive grenade still but he had yet to release it. His grip held it tight to only let it go when he wanted.

He recovered slightly better than Revy. Kelborn, friendly was all he thought when he saw the armor of the Cathar. Leandros was Solus, Leandros was di'kut. Maybe that was why Raz was dead. He had thought that earlier that day. Now, he felt that. All these feelings amassed into the action of Burkhart chucking the adhesive grenade, still set to impact, through the center of the window. Burkhart just meant for it to keep his trail covered since the Little Badger was in one of his fits and not likely to aid in his intended low profile after all this hubbub.

The grenade would impact against anyone part of the broad mandalorian right as he crossed the cusp of the window frame. It would not stop his trajectory or slow him down but his entire front half would be covered in the adhesive. Then the Solus War Councilor slammed into the one hundred and seventy some kilograms of wrought iron mandalorian. He would not so much as tackle Burkhart as just meet him and then stop soon after as he would realize his entire front surface and shared facing side of his arms were stuck in a hug like fashion.

The Badger would be able to twist his wrists probably but Burkhart would just do a series of rapid fire punches down onto the upper back of Leandros. His modified shock boxing gloves on his fists would make short work of seeping past the protection of the Badger's back armor and rendering its wearer unconscious, albeit still adhered to the Morling's own body.

@Painus @Caught in Strangereal

 

[Drace Solus]

Barely holding everything together, Drace was, like most Mandalorians, living out of spite, fueled by anger and a desperate desire for vengeance. They'd all scattered since the Battle of Mandalore, and he had done his best to remain close with his comrades, intermittent as contact was. Many of the children of Mandalore had taken refuge on Atlas, a planet as forgotten by the gods as they were. Drace was no different.

But rather than attend parties and gamble, he'd been thinking. He spent hours on end staring at the wall, feeling nothing. Just living. He lived frugally, eating only when he absolutely needed to, going out when he ran out of food, and spending the rest of the time beating up sacks of sand until their seams burst. It was a pitiful existence, but he didn't want pity. He wanted revenge. For his people. For his home. For his clan. For the eye that he had lost defending his planet. For the blood that had been spilled because the Sith could not honor a pact they had signed.

He was out on a walk because he had heard Mandalorians would be attending the party, not because he had wanted to go out. Drace was fully armed and armored, because that was the only way he felt comfortable these days. The Field Marshal was standing outside the bar, watching from a distance, when the party went south and local authorities burst through. He would have left if not for the shouts that followed. He would have left if he hadn't heard "Sith", or Leandros' voice. The War Councilor's presence alone warranted that Drace go in, but the presence of the Empress only sealed it.

He stalked toward the door of the bar as Leandros and Burkhart came flying out of the windows, wanting to see what was going on between them but blinded by the red he saw before his eyes. Like a bull toward an arrogant matador, he charged, carbine already in hand, one single idea embedded in his mind, a scowl on his face.

Revenge.

 

[System Defense Force]

The force push from Hask (@KinkyPrawn) towards the three gunman that were trained on him was launched, but as he launched it those three gunman fired their blasters, being able to fire off a shot each (aimed towards the center of mass) before they were slammed with the force wave. Hask would have to defend against the shots before he can get anywhere. Although the three gang members were slammed into the wall and were hurt for it, were not knocked out yet and are still in this fight although they would need to take a a bit of time to reel up to recover.

As for Deaayde, oh boy. Lots of things were coursing through his drugged out mind. The Sith Lord Darth Valravus (@Darasuum) disappeared in some black mist? As soon as he and his gang members came into the building? Deaayde thought coming into this expecting a good fight, he didn't expect a Sith Lord to be so spineless. That or his (self-inflated) reputation preceded him, in which case he can't blame her if so. Then another gang came in? Deaayde is not fond of that other group encroaching on his hunting grounds, he will have to do something about them after this. But for now Deaayde is almost drooling over him having the Sith Empress (@Logan) in his crosshairs. It's a one-in-a-million chance for him. He did listen to what she had to say, at least she didn't try leaving the place instantly. She has more guts than Valravus, although it sure seems to suck Valravus left the Empress to the wolves that run this place.

Of course, a million credits to 'stand up' to the thugs would be foolish here, as the gangs run this planet. But the drugged gangleader would digress. In any event, he would fire his blaster at her after she spoke, his shot ringing out as innocent bystanders can only watch in concern and hope they won't be caught in the crossfire. Meanwhile Deaayde would be grinning all the while. After the gang leader fired at the Empress first, the rest targeting the Empress would follow immediately after, with 3 blaster bolts being fired from each of the four.

The four that were going to be going after Darth Valravus, with their target disappeared with some sort of weird space magic, acquired different targets. They don't know where Valravus could have gone. For those four, two on the right would set their sights towards Hask and the rest towards the Empress. They wouldn't fire yet though. Due to the chaos the Imperial Agent (@Faded Truth) wasn't spotted yet but if he does fire a shot towards the Deaayde or any other overt actions he'd reveal himself and become a target.

@GABA

@Logan @Faded Truth @KinkyPrawn @Darasuum

 

[System Defense Force]

Their rifles stirred up more than enough fear as people tried to dive for cover or get out of the place as soon as possible. Though it didn't turn to be too much of an issue, it would leave the Empress as a clear target for them to take aim. They weren't obvious to those who were trying to leave, as far as they knew, they were enemies, they had yet to make themselves an ally. They spotted a Jawa (@Caught in Strangereal) trying to make a run for it, the tiny creature scurried through as the gangsters moved further inside, their target clearly, the Empress. However one would swiftly reach out and grab the junk trader tossing him across the bar and inadvertently helping the creature to his escape.

The gangsters raised their rifles at the Empress (@Logan), having just declared a million credits to help her, she was going to need to do better. "No Sith Bitch has ever kept her word!" Their attention spread though while Deaayde began to fire on the Empress, two of the backdoor gang members also joined in, firing three consecutive shots at the Empress' midsection. The other two gangsters spread out through the bar, looking to clear out anyone who was straggling behind for whatever reason.

They wouldn't get too far before encountering another Sith supporter (@Faded Truth), their rifles raised, cautious and alert, they approached Ulgo's position.

 

[Hask Jen]

The shots came at him, but Hask was in control. The Force flowed through him. He was one with the Force, and the Force was with him. This wasn't even--

"OH KRIFF!!!!" he shouted as his lightsaber moved with immense speed. Two bolts were blocked willingly with the main blade, but the third was quite unwillingly. Whether by luck or a miracle it impacted one of his crossguards and deflected along with the other three. Thank goodness for that. Regardless, all three bolts were deflected either into the roof or the wall, not harming anyone.

He quickly figured out the situation and moved swiftly. The Empress seemed to want to address the criminals but he didn't give her or them a chance. He struck the floor to create some sparks...then two things happened simultaneously.

From his left hand the sparks erupted into raging fire that went right for the three gangsters who were still trying to recover. From his right hand he sent a force push off to the side. The force push would hopefully send the entire line of gangsters aiming at the Empress either falling over or flying into the bar before they could take a shot. It was a powerful force push that could be lethal against a single person, but in this case it was perfect to clear a path to escape. The push, coupled with the stream of fire, would tire him a bit, but he still had a lot of fight left in him. His lightsaber was still ignited and ready to be used to defend himself. His senses were also open. He could feel another powerful presence approaching from outside.

@Logan @Faded Truth @Faster Than Light @Darasuum @vamp

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov Aletaus was walking down the street, minding his own business. He was heading for a meeting with a female Sith who wanted to ‘get to know him’, supposively; a possible investment in a relationship. Markov was clad in his personal Sith Armor, and brought his usual two lightsabers, as well as a pair of quickdraws onto his belt. At this point, Markov was betting on a catfish for the invitation, given the planet was Mandolorian favored, and was surprised he wasn’t stopped for being a Sith. The Crusader began to hear ruckus coming from a bar that was tangent of the road, where he saw red light beginning to emerge from the interior. Knowing that it must’ve been Sith, he decided to investigate whatever the bar fight was all about.


It was obvious that a group had forced their way into the bar by the time he got a good sight of the bar, as well as hearing jet packs and figures coming from a window. He was curious of the motives of each group was, but he took a closer look as he saw a Mandolorian enter the bar; a battle clad and significant one. Markov grimaced as he heard shouts and the familiar voice of Hask Jen curse. As the Mando (@vamp) rushed into the bar with a gun, ready to fight, Markov pulled out his curved lightsaber into his left hand, ready to ignite. He sneaked behind the Field Marshal, keeping his distance about 6 meters as he entered. What he saw while trying to keep his entrance unnoticed was a pair of gangs surrounding the Empress as well as a few other people. Markov felt the dark side of the force flow through him as he prepared to use it to his advantage, he felt his rage focus him as he was becoming one with the force. He was ready to attack on the whim. Curling his right hand, he felt the force flow through it.

This fight was going to be interesting, and hopefully rewarding...

@Logan @Darasuum @Faded Truth @KinkyPrawn @vamp @Faster Than Light @GABA

 

[Arsenio Ulgo]

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Arsenio was positioned in the hallway adjacent to the main lobby, his eyes quickly scanning between the different groups of foes as action quickly broke out in the tavern. He had the natural advantage at this point, no one had quite spotted him and thus were not trained to defend against his attacks. Twin pugio blasters lined up quickly and fired off a single bolt each toward's Deaayde's chest (@Faster Than Light ) as he prepared to shoot on the Empress, serving to not only interrupt the gangster's attack but also given the fact that he was focused on Aadya, Deaayde would have little opportunity for defense.

Arsenio didn't waste any time, transitioning seamlessly into adjusting his aim and firing upon the two gangsters approaching his position (@GABA ). The pugio blasters fired with accurate precision, two bolts each placed towards the middle and upper torso of his foes before they could line up their rifles to take aim on his position. Arsenio sprinted with haste to his left after firing, sliding behind a table to grant his armored figure ample cover. During this time, he maintained his vision on his foes, gauging the position of the gangsters as well as the unfriendly Mandalorian. Pistols remained ready and his military trained reflexes on alert, prepared to interrupt as well as defend against attacks as they came his way.

@Logan @Darasuum @vamp @KinkyPrawn @ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Darth Valravus]

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It sounded like everyone was scattering from where she was on the roof. Bodies heading out of the building in all directions told her as much. Somebody was yelling insults and then she saw some mandalorians exit in their own tangled cat fight that may as well be its own separate cat fight. She did not care about them at the moment. There were other voices, like the one of the ring leader though Valravus did not know it belonged to Deaayde. Another voice, Aadya's. This one in her head. She tensed out of habit, her mind going into fight or flight yet again purely from being tapped in the mind by another person again. The last time this had happened she had force slapped the person who had done it. But Aadya was different. Darth Valravuswas not rejecting the woman, but still it was an unusual sensation she had not allowed anyone else to give her without consequence before.

As she heard all this she walked over to the area above where she had seen the four that had aimed at her and opened her palms and out from her backpack floated her two lightsabers. she snatched them out of the air one fluid motion. She dropped to a crouch and ignited her blades, setting the extenders to their max length of two meters. She spun quickly carving a circle in the ceiling in the bar's roof and subsequently falling among all four that had targetted her earlier. As she dropped back into the bar she kept spinning, intending to slice through all four as she returned to a defensive pose among them.

@Faster Than Light @GABA @Logan @KinkyPrawn @Faded Truth @ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Aadya Drast]

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Clearly this one wasn't going to end without a little bit of bloodshed. The moment she heard the first shot ring out - assuming it was Deaadye when in fact the source had originated elsewhere - Aadya ducked behind an upturned bar table to use as cover, putting it between herself and all of the gangsters given their current positioning. Even if those that seemed to be on her side's attacks didn't work as intended, the cover she now had would protect her from any wanton blaster bolts heading in her direction.

Peering from over the table just enough to see, Aadya spotted a long line of liquor bottles along the wall near Deaadye and his crew. Reaching out with the force, Aadya yanked about ten of them off the wall and crushed them, raining liquor across all of the gangsters. She then - using the fire Hask had created as a catalyst - used force fire to ignite the liquor, essentially coating Deaadye and his goons with makeshift napalm. Given the multitudes of situational death they were now dealing with, it seemed unlikely most of them would make it through alive.

Drawing one of her sabers, Aadya ignited it, readying herself for what was to come. The force still stormed around her, the Darkside coursing through her veins a the excitement of the brawl was truly beginning to heat up.

 

[Drace Solus]

He burst through the door of the bar like a tank, yet no one seemed to notice him in the commotion. Limbs, blades, lightsabers, and blaster bolts flew by in front of him, the cantina a blur of action. Tables had been overturned to use as cover, chairs had been broken over backs, and pillars had been torn down. There were already scorch marks on the walls and blood and ash slowly forming a layer on the floor. Drace turned right the moment he entered, burning with rage but his instincts still aware that he couldn't charge in like an idiot and get killed. He stopped when he was a few good meters away from the entrance, back against the wall but able to strafe to the sides or forward if needed.

He already knew his target from the moment he stepped in, and she wasn't hard to find—the Empress, in the middle of the action, raining down hell on some poor bastard in planetary law enforcement. Sadly for Aadya, Drace was more experienced than the goons, and she would figure that out, assuming she lived long enough. The moment he entered, he raised his Quickdraw. As he stopped, he fired it three times on her center mass and directly at her back. Amongst the chaos, his bolts would just be 6 more among a flurry of dozens, the blast of his rifle just another mingling in with the rest. He had no doubt there was some dumb space magic that she'd use to save herself, but he fired nevertheless, prepared as usual to deal with retaliation, jetpack in combat mode. He'd track the shots if nothing interrupted him, aiming to hit her while she was unaware. Aware of his surroundings, Drace would start moving if his shots hit true.

@Logan

 

[System Defense Force]

Deaayde and his three other men were about to slay the Sith witch, but unfortunately because of Hask and his force push, they were blown away before they could do that. They were sent to the side, but alive. Because of Hask's force push and with Arsenio's (@Faded Truth) timing, the Imperial Agent's blaster shots aimed at the drugged gang leader would hit nothing but an innocent bystander (and killing said bystander) trying to get out because Deaayde was pushed out of the line of fire. This would also get them out of the rain of booze (and Aadya's (@Logan) force fire by extension). If Deaayde had to be honest, he saw the bolts from the Imperial Agent fly, but thanks to Hask he avoided direct hits that could have put him out of the fight

Hask's force powers weren't that powerful as he would have wanted, as using two force powers at the same time splits concentration and therefore their potency, so Deaayde was far being beaten. Although, they would be stiring up, ready to get back on the attack, they would level their carbines, so they could at least fire back if needed. The drugged Deaayde is furious.

The gangsters that recently switched their sights to Hask weren't just standing around either, as he raised his hands and as they saw him summon a jet of flame. The two then fired two blaster bolts each at his center of mass. With him concentrating on using two force powers (one of which is a variant of force flame that is concentration intensive on it's own) would mean that he would be unable to defend himself against the two gangsters while committing to his attacks, not even able to guard with his lightsaber. Darth Val, Aadya, and anyone else would be unable to save him from getting hit. Although Hask is a powerful force user in his own right, he is not all-powerful and has limits just like anyone else.

The three that previously took the first force push and now the target of Hask's flames would not be able to get unscathed. Although they would avoid the full brunt of the force fire, they would still get hit by some of it, taking some hurtful burns. Although due to Hask splitting his force power as well as having and object (the lightsaber) in left hand would mean his force powers are less effective. But Hask should be KO'ed at the very least from all the firepower heading his way.

The two that switched their sights on Aadya also fired two blaster shots, they would turn to look at Aresino, who fired the first blaster shot of the right. The right among those two gangers, with weapon already leveled, all he had to do is aim at him and fire two shots, witdh him and Aresino firing their first shots near around the same time, would would interrupt Aresino's second shot towards the other gang group.

The four that were the Sith Lord planned on literally dropping in on did infact notice the sound and sight of a extended lightsabesr cutting through ceiling. Lightsabers take time cutting through doors, so the four had ample time to scatter a few meters or so (especially as they were already spread out) by the time Darth Val got down, and also avoiding any lightsaber strike (@Darasaurus) hit the ground. When the gangsters catch sight of her person as she is falling, they would begin to fire. A total of three blaster shots for each person. And ready to follow up with more more incase she is still standing.

And with Drace interrupting Aadya's actions, her force flame to ignite all the D-man's gang would be negated, and even if not.

The Sith are among wolves, and this is the gang's land.

 

[System Defense Force]

The assumption that Deaayde were the only goons that were shooting at the Empress was a dangerous assumption, as her focus was on D and his gang, the other two gang members had not let up, their firing continued. With her focus on the other gang members she was in a vulnerable spot as they were attempting to prove they were the better of the two gangs present in the bar. The movement of the bottles caught their eye as the Empress (@Logan) shattered them, the liquor splattered, but the two gang members were relatively unaffected by the Empress' ploy. Their blaster fire would strike her midsection as she took focus to D's goons prior to her igniting her sabers. Regardless of their success, it wouldn't be long now before the whole block was surrounded, making escape from the bar and the city near impossible.

The other two gang members who had head toward the hall, were surprised by the Imperial (@Faded Truth) who was hiding, but he wasn't that good. The bolts from the pugio blaster knicked their armor as they slipped out of aim, but nothing would match as they unleashed their own barge of blaster fire on the Imperial agent, preventing him from moving past to the main bar. The tight space and out numbering him would overwhelm him quickly.

 

[Arsenio Ulgo]

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Arsenio caught a glimpse of the gangster's shot ring through, his left foot pivoted counter-clockwise as he sharply yanked his left hand backwards and allowed the bolt to narrowly whistle past him. Sprinting immediately to his left after he had let off his first shot, he knew he couldn't outrun the upcoming barrage but luckily, the resourceful agent didn't have to. Left hand released its grip on the pugio pistol, allowing the weapon to fall to the ground as he activated the jump boot function of his armor and propelled himself as the blaster fire rained down on him. His body dove to the side, the gangsters' blaster bolts hitting only the air where his torso used to be.

During the dive, Arsenio squeezed the trigger of his right handed blaster twice upon the two soldiers (@GABAdactyl ) until his shoulder landed onto the ground behind two upturned tables for cover. Rolling onto a crouch, his right hand released the remaining pugio blaster and brought his Carbine rifle into grasp while simultaneously peering just enough out of cover to shoot. Attention shifted quickly between the gangsters he had previously engaged as well as those preparing to fire upon the Sith Lord. As Aadya used her force powers to strip away the weapons from two of the goons, Arsenio's trigger finger pressed twice, shooting towards the back of the other two distracted goons to interrupt their attack on Darth Valvarus as she lept down into the bar. (@Faster Than Light ). Arsenio's peripheral cone of vision kept sense of his previous enemies as well as captured an image of an uninvited Mandalorian to the party; senses on alert and muscles tensed, eyes scanned continuously between his foes, the agent ready to defend against attacks from multiple angles.

@Logan @Darasaurus @KinkyPrawn @ByakuyaXVTogami @vamp

 

[Darth Perilius]

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After Drace entered the bar and began to make a turn, Markov began to close the distance and wrapped Drace, who was unaware of the Crusader’s presence entirely, in a tight force stasis before he could properly acquire his target or raise his pistol far enough. This would make sure to interrupt him and keep him from firing a shot off at the empress long enough for Markov to completely close the distance. It would only need to last a moment. This would be done in an instant due to the force being already built up within the Sith. In a swift move, he pierced and ignited his lightsaber into the Mando’s back with the intention to cause a quick death.

Because of the threshold of the door and Drace being in front of him, Markov had coverage and would be able to execute this action unless the Mandolorian was able to escape his grip. His senses were active as he was ready to define against any possible adversary to his attack. After the deed had been done, Markov would tap into the force and raise his saber into a defense stance, ready to defend against whoever was inside the bar waiting for him.. He was concentrating and filled with rage, the force flowing through him, ready to exert himself further..

@vamp @Faster Than Light @GABAdactyl @Faded Truth @Logan @KinkyPrawn @Darasaurus

 

[Hask Jen]

To say that this was a bit of a pickle was an understatement. It was total anarchy in the bar, with fire and blaster bolts in every direction.

Hask wasn't an idiot. He might not be as well trained as other Jedi Masters or Sith Lords, but he was far from inexperienced. And what he lacked in knowledge of the Force, he more than made up for in physical prowess. When the flames left his hand along with the push, he took a quick step forward to get closer to the gangsters. The step forward would cause the two gangsters aiming at him to miss their mark. The bolts would fly behind him into a wall, skimming his back armour and leaving two scorched lines along the width of the plates.

The push would be long over by now, and the flames also came to a close. He only needed to set them on fire to at the very least keep them busy with a fire all over their torso and in their face, licking their helmets. Next, he moved with brutal speed.

Taking note of the two that shot at him, his lightsaber was ready once more to deflect any bolts coming his way. His right hand also summoned one of his Quickdraw pistols into it with a speed one might expect from a Mandalorian Field Marshal. Since his hand was already raised he acquired his targets very quickly and very easily. He fired one burst at each of the two gangsters, possibly even before they could fire at him again. Their light armour would do little to defend against the 2 shots blazing towards their center mass. Hask would also make sure to take into account any attempt to dodge or move out of the way to stay on target. The three on fire wouldn't be able to intervene or attack now, given their current predicament.

The step forward also put him close to the door. If Markov's attack failed and the Mandalorian from outside continued bursting in through the door, Hask would simply flick his lightsaber to slash the blade right into his throat under his helmet, preventing him from firing at the Empress. She better pay him VERY well after this if they survive this whole ordeal. The flick would also most likely be too quick for him to try and evade or interrupt.

All the while, Hask kept his senses wide open and at the ready. He pushed too hard with the fire and the push. He won't be making that same mistake again. Any more surprises or attempts at lucky shots towards him, and he would be ready to evade or block them with the brutal precision he's known for. Likewise, the window close to him was open and on a safe side. If he needed to scram, he would be easily able to.

@vamp @Faster Than Light @GABAdactyl @Faded Truth @Logan @ByakuyaXVTogami @Darasaurus