Bar fight--any nonsensitives welcome.

[Djak Mikos]

Djak Mikos stood among the wreckage of the tables, his vibroknife humming gently and his other hand buried within the folds of his leather tunic. Blood trickled gently from a cut in his cheek, but he made no effort to wipe it away.

Somewhere, liquid dripped from a broken bottle. Privately, Djak regretted spilling something that might have been rare, but didn't bother checking. His right hand left his aching ribs and closed around the handle of his Neuro-whip, the hilt settling into his palm as if he'd spend hours filing it into that perfect shape (he hadn't).

A challenge had been made. Someone had answered. During the mass stampede to flee the premises, one person had remained.

A predatory smile curved onto Djak's face, and he gripped the hilt of his knife tightly.

 

[Emperor Gary]

OOC: Just to clear up some confusion, Earl is a cyborg. He has weapons installed in his arms and legs.

IC: Earl raised up an eyebrow. "This guy is looking for trouble, huh? I'll give him all the trouble he needs..." He thought and took off his jacket, revealing his gray metalllic arms. So, fatboy... nice knife you got there. I bet it can even cut through paper. Earl grinned.

 

[Santoro]

Ohdamnohdamnohdamn! Joss gripped the butt of his blaster pistol firmly in his right hand, supporting himself behind the heavy oak table with his left. He had dove for cover in the ensuing melee and had hit his 'panic button'- his bodyguard droid Thumper would be on the way. Until then, though, he had to get out of this on his own, and he had no intention of waiting to get sliced with that knife.

A challenge- now was his chance. He whipped up to a knee, lining his pistol at the knife-wielder's side and flicking the safety off.

"Drop the knife, pal- this thing doesn't have a stun."

 

[Djak Mikos]

Djak's eyes narrowed in anticipation. Two? Fun...

He decided to live dangerously. Instead of dodging the blaster, he lashed out with the whip, aiming for the barrel. If the blaster-wielder decided to fire, he wouldn't have time to move the blaster away from the lash's path. 750,000 volts of electricity would ruin the blaster, the wielder's hair, and just about everything else in between. Djak would be hurt, but the other would be (EDIT: I don't want this to be a deathmatch) incapacitated.

The cyborg hadn't made any threatening moves yet, Djak hoped he'd be reasonable enough to wait till Djak could give him his full attention.

 

[Emperor Gary]

OOC: Triple threat? Me likey. :CSly

IC: Earl grinned again when he saw the other guy. "He looks like a retarded pirate. He may have a nice bounty..." He thought before jumping behind a turned over table. "I'll just see how it goes for now."

 

[Jiang Winters]

A single, simple drink. That's all Sev had wanted. A cold beer before his shore leave was over and he had to return to the Noblesse Oblige. He'd sat down, his armor concealed under thick robes, and he had just began to attach a drinking tube to his gas mask when a fight broke out. It was over in a hurry, leaving only three others in the bar.

One was just a kid, from the looks of it. Twenty, maybe twenty two years old. Had a neurowhip in one hand and a vibroknife in the other. He was engaged with a gunman; the gunman was maybe nineteen or twenty, and didn't look like all that much from a physical perspective. The last man was in his forties and looked sturdily built enough. The fellow's sleeves were rolled up; his arms looked cybernetic. Now there was a threat, but it was nothing an EMP grenade couldn't solve if the fight went south.

The gunman and cyborg seemed to be rallied against the whip-toting kid. Sev wasn't much for barfights, but he wasn't about to let one man fight alone. The Centurion shed his cloak and moved towards the fight. His assault infantry kit wasn't really ideal for getting into a fist fight, but he could get around well enough in it. He snagged a bottle off the bartop and moved to stand about two meters off to the whip-wielders side. He wasn't really one for running in and throwing the first punch, so he'd just have to make robot boy come to him. He lobbed the bottle overhand at the cyborg's table and called out, "Hey Canner, c'mon, let's go! Let's see what you got, metalhead!"

 

[Emperor Gary]

Earl heard someone shout at him and turned to the direction the voice was coming from. "Hm... he looks like a Republic soldier, just way more armored. Could be dangerous." He analyzed his first impressions on the masked soldier, and stood up. I suppose you were referring to me. Well... Earl took off his jacket, leaving him only with his tank top, revealing a well-trained torso and metallic arms, which didn't look well with his skin color. You want a fight? You've got it. He said and ejected two sharp scimitars from his wrist areas, making him look like some sort of a praying mantis.

Earl proceeded to jump at the soldier, swinging his right sword at him, and preparing the left one to defend from counter-attack.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Weapon arms? Really? Sev mentally kicked himself for not seeing that one coming. The Cyborg was big, tough, and heavily armed; Sev was just going to have to take him down a few notches. The human drew one of his vibroblades from the sheath placed on the left shoulder of his armor, holding the seven-and-a-half inch blade in a reverse grip in his right hand, with his thumb on the bottom of the handle and the blade's cutting edge facing forwards, allowing him to 'punch' with the blade.

The weapon hummed to life just as the cyborg attacked. The enemy leaped forward, swinging his right arm at Sev. As the attack was coming from Sev's left, the human extended his left foot far forward, lowering his frame. He ducked under the swinging blade and moved forward as if taking a giant step, at the same time 'punching' forward and up with the blade, the tip of the weapon angled slightly upwards. It would catch Earl in the side, near his armpit, and the vibroweapon would carve through arteries, flesh, and bone alike. It was doubtful that it'd take off his arm, but it would certainly take Earl's arm out of commission. Add in the fact that vibroblades could carve through just about anything, and blocking it wasn't much of an option.

As soon as his attack was finished, Sev followed through on his long step and turned, carrying him forward and away from Earl while turning him about so that he was facing the cyborg, ready to go at it again.

 

[Emperor Gary]

"A vibroblade? Damn. I knew I should have gotten those too."

That was Earl's last thought before that same vibroblade cut him near his shoulder, cutting the wires connecting his left arm and his brain, disallowing him to control that arm anymore. ****! The cyborg shouted, jumped back and ejected both his blades out of his wrists in high speed to Sev, hoping to hurt him somewhat.

Earl began analyzing the situation once again. So... you want to play seriously, huh? Alright. He took off his left hand up to the wrist, and pushed some button on it. Let's see you survive this. Earl grinned and threw the hand at Sev. It was a grenade, with great explosive power, able to practically destroy the entire bar. The two fighting beside Earl and Sev would get hurt too.

As soon as the grenade got close to Sev, Earl jumped out through the window, onto the street. He looked back and waited for the explosion to happen.

 

[Djak Mikos]

((OOC: I've waited long enough for Santoro))

Djak saw the cyborg rip off his own hand and begin a sequence on it before throwing it into the middle of the bar. The whip snapped out, hitting the hand and short-circuiting the detonation sequence.

Wow... got ugly fast...

Djak continued to scan the tables, hoping to see a challenger rising out of the wreckage.

 

[Santoro]

((Muh bad- exams and all that.))

What in blazes is that?!

Reflexively, Danderfluff dove back under cover. He wasn't one to get his hand melted just to snap off a few shots, and he quickly thanked his reflexes as he heard the crackle of the whip only centimeters above his head.

"Alright, we'll do this the hard way..." he muttered to himself, struggling to unsheathe his vibrosword in his uncomfortable position. Soon, the long rapier was clear, and Joss made a break towards the bar. He did what can only be described as a flying leap, skittering on the bartop as he regained his footing. Luckily the other three were a little pre-occupied- they most likely hadn't seen his stumble. He turned towards the three and fired a round over their heads- a warning shot in hopes of scattering them.

 

[Djak Mikos]

((OOC: I figured it would be something like that. No problems))

Djak heard the shot and turned back around, content that the other two were too busy to engage him. The human had drawn a toadsticker with his other hand and was trying to get Djak's attention.

Hmmm. Can't match my knives to that thing...

Djak snapped the whip towards the man's face, simultaneously kicking a bottle in the man's general direction. His eyes danced about the bar, looking for something that would cancel the rapier's speed.

 

[Jiang Winters]

[I forgot'd. x.x]

Sev knew something was up the moment the cyborg aimed his arms at him; the human began to move, seeking out cover, just as the cyborg fired both blades at him. The injured arm's blade was way off; it missed him by several feet and zipped along to impact a far wall. The uninjured blade sailed towards his torso, around his chest area; as Sev had turned sideways to move, that meant that the blade struck the side of his plate carrier and cut its way through the first few layers of armor. It slid underneath the trauma plate layered over the soft armor and cut clean through the soft armor and the flak jacket beneath. Luckily, the blade was stopped - barely - by the armored undersuit worn beneath.

The impact felt like taking a solid punch, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. Just as he grabbed the end of the blade and began to tug it out, the cyborg used one of his hands as, of all things, a grenade. Sev groaned. "You have got to be kidding me."

Unfortunately the cyborg wasn't kidding, but neither was the whip-wielding kid. Just as the 'borg evacuated the area, a plan of action Sev had been about to follow, the kid whipped the grenade and deactivated the self-destruct sequence. Smart move.

With the cyborg out of the bar, Sev had a moment to finish tearing the blade out of his armor. He discarded the blade. Playtime was over; the cyborg was in this for keeps. The human reached over his shoulder for his weapon of choice - the T35 Light Assault Rifle. A beauty firing 6x35MM rounds from a fifty round helical magazine at the rear of the stock, the automatic weapon would chew through pretty much anything. Including cyborgs.

He tucked the weapon's butt up into his shoulder as he took a knee behind an overturned table a fair distance from the other two combatants. He racked a round into the chamber, flicked the fire selector to 'automatic', and trained his targeting reticule - automatically displayed in the HUD provided by his gas mask - in the general area of the bar's window. His finger lightly squeezed the trigger; so much as a glimpse of robot boy's face, and he was putting some lead in the air.

 

[Emperor Gary]

Earl was laying on the ground for about a minute, seriously confused. "What the hell is going on? The fuse should have made it explode by now. Perhaps someone deactivated it? Yeah, it was probably thaqt heavily armored, vibroblade-wearing douche... He looks like a guy who can handle explosives." Earl frowned. "I wasted a good grenade... luckily, if I can get to it, I can still make it explode. The question is, how do I get there? It seems as if that guy is waiting for me... probably wouldn't be the best idea to climb back through the same window." He turned over and crouched to an area where he could stand up without being seen. There, he made his way to the back door of the bar, and kicked it open, turning his right arm at Sev. Suddenly, 4 laser rifles came out Earl's right arm. See you in Hoth, sucker. He opened fire from all 4 rifles, resulting in a rain of laser bullets, while he used his left arm to somewhat protect himself from possible counter-attack.

 

[Praetor]

Mythus walks into the bar, which so happened to be his favorite bar, but stopped instantly when he heard the ruccus. He observed the wreckage and sighed. "Of all the places this could have happened, it had to be here? Who the hell did this?!?" He pulled out his blaster pistol and walked over to the bar area and looked over the edge to see a thin trail of blood leading out to the back hallway. Suddenly the noise of blaster rifles came from further down. Mythus took up a position behind the bar and waited for whoever was stupid enough to run into his line of sight.

 

[Jake]

((OOC: Nobody's posted in this thread for two months. It's dead. :|))

 

[Praetor]

(OOC: oh... yeah I probably should've noticed that)