Open Tatooine Big Guns and Dead Bodies

[Tevan Dolm]

A knock at the door of his hotel room woke Tevan up. "Tevan?" Tevan shuffled around and propped himself up with one arm and sniffed, wiping away the few tears that remained on his face. "Tevan, look. I know it seems like I abandoned you. But for the record I only learned of your existence a few months ago when I sold Elaina's shop on Naboo. I would've shown up sooner if I knew about you. I don't even know why Elaina hid you from me. Whether you believe me or not is up to you. But you need to apologize to that Twi'lek of yours and go hunt that bounty, I'll be in the restaurant with the Twi'lek and another gentleman. Okay?" He heard Enric walk away from the door and back down the corridor. Tevan wasn't sure about all that Enric had said. But he decided to roll with it for now. He cleaned himself up and put his armor back on. He picked him the helmet he threw across the room and scrapped off the last bits of the broken coms unit. He needed new gear anyway, maybe Enric could help him with that. Could always milk him for money, I suppose. He walked over to the trash bin under the table and dumped the helmet in there. A part of him feels sad because of what Laren and BD-3 did for him, but another part of him feels that he can always repay the two in some other way. Tevan unlocks the door and made his way to the restaurant.

He found Taco sitting by the bar along with some other guy. Enric had his arms wrapped around him and as he got closer he could just about hear what Taco was saying. “I hope the armored guy comes back soon. Need to get this bounty sorted out. First I need another drink!” "No you don't. Especially if we're hunting Garth. I'd prefer my partner to be sober." Tevan plonks his ass down on a chair beside Taco and sighs "Sorry about earlier..."

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

There were times when Laeonas questioned his intelligence. Whenever he did something completely inane-- getting drunk and than trying to pilot a speeder, getting drunk and trying to start a fight, getting drunk and ranting about his sorrows to the nearest patron at a cantina. The list could go on, and most of the scenarios involved Laeonas being intoxicated.

He briefly paused, considering the correlation between him acting like a moron, and him drinking copious amounts of corellian ale.

Then he shrugged and dropped that thought process before he arrived at the inevitable conclusion that he needed to drink less.

Still, untouched by alcohol, this twi’lek had zero excuses for the complete and utter lack of even some basic bits of intellectual comprehension. Laeonas had realized that the boy wasn’t trying to insult him, but he deeply questioned that when the teenager had somehow managed to COMPLETELY IGNORE HIS STATEMENT ABOUT NOT BEING A PROSTITUTE.

If he’d gripped the glass any tighter, it would’ve started to crack-- but the human simply emptied it’s contents down his throats with a series of long gulps. In contrast to the twi’lek, the human didn’t so much as flynch-- though downing that much alcohol that quickly did cause his throat to burn quite fiercely. He’d let out a long, drawn out whistle with his freshly whetted lips, before he’d let out a sigh. “Finest shite out there. Liquor is liquor, ‘cept fer this.” Laeonas stated, twirling the tiny bit of residual ale in his glass slightly before he drank that as well.

“...Ai’m not done just yet though!” He’d suddenly exclaim, a devilish grin spreading wide across his face. “Another round!” He’d exclaim, just as the older human’s arms wrapped around him.

He’d look up in confusion, barely listening as he’d watch his glass fill up again. Quickly, he’d bring the alcohol to his lips, perking up at the mention of credits. He barely noticed the armored man from earlier slipping inside, but he couldn't really give less of a kark.

The older human had leaned down to whisper in his ear. He was smirking a bit; perhaps an account number? A location for where they could transfer things over? He didn’t have to wait long, and he’d grin wide…

…and than he’d spit out his drink.

The nearby patrons looked at the two men oddly, though they were mostly focused on the younger one who’d just spit out his drink. Laeonas coughed a bit, blinking as he’d refocus.

“Why… does EVERYONE THINK AI’M A KRIFFIN’ SLAG?!” He’d suddenly shout, throwing the older man’s arms off him in anger.

The twi'lek noticed. The armored man noticed. The entire cantina noticed.

"Is it tha jewelry?! Ai'm definitely not tryna just live it up fer a bit and buy somethin' naice! Nah, Ai'm just some guy ya can RENT fer a night!" He'd spit, obviously less interested in listening than he was in insulting the entire group-- and really, the entire cantina.

“Is it the makeup?! Tha literal karkin’ paint Ai bought ta just cover up everythin’ from mae brows down ta mae cheekbones?! Ai mean, KRIFF’, look around ere’!” He’d broadly motion with one arm, before pointing to a weequay a table away. Walking right up to him, the human grabbed the alien’s wrinkled face, focusing on the yellow stripes that had been painted under his eyes.

“What, ya gonna offer ta let ‘is wrinkled cock spear yer arse to, ‘uh? OBVIOUSLY that’s what ‘e’s ere fer! Definitely not a bounty hunter or merc or kriffin’ gangster-- NAH, he just wants ta shag some grey prick!” He spat, releasing the weequay, who’d been so shocked that he hadn’t even bothered reaching for the blaster. Instead, he’d just mutter in huttese...

“<... that actually was why I was here.>”

The weequay’s face connected with the table immediately after, hard enough to knock him out on contact. The boy hadn’t moved at all, but had reached out with the force, not even bothering to touch the man again.

He froze in place when he realized what he had done. Turning to the others in the mostly human and mostly armed group, he gave a sheepish glance. The fire had died down, replaced with embarrassment and realization.

"...shite."
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[Enric Halcardas]

“Why… does EVERYONE THINK AI’M A KRIFFIN’ SLAG?!” Enric paused and looked at the guy who yelled at him. "Is it tha jewelry?! Ai'm definitely not tryna just live it up fer a bit and buy somethin' naice! Nah, Ai'm just some guy ya can RENT fer a night!" Enric scratched the side of his face whilst thinking of what to say, but it was clear the kid wasn't done. “Is it the makeup?! Tha literal karkin’ paint Ai bought ta just cover up everythin’ from mae brows down ta mae cheekbones?! Ai mean, KRIFF’, look around ere’!” The now-very-pissed-off-kid walked over to a Weequay and grabbed him. “What, ya gonna offer ta let ‘is wrinkled cock spear yer arse to, ‘uh? OBVIOUSLY that’s what ‘e’s ere fer! Definitely not a bounty hunter or merc or kriffin’ gangster-- NAH, he just wants ta shag some grey prick!” The kid spat and released the Weequay. It said something Enric didn't understand but that wasn't the main problem.

The Weequay was suddenly launched into a table at the far side of the room startling the kid and everyone else in the restaurant. The kid was clearly shocked by what he had done as everyone heard a low "...shite." At least 10 people armed of various degrees stood up from the chairs and started to meander there way to the kid slowly drawing their weapons. Enric rushes to the kid pulling him behind and drawing out his lightsaber, the familiar sound of it's activation comforts him slightly.

The first man who launched his attack on Enric was killed instantly. Enric ducked under the man's roundhouse kick and sliced his leg in half with his lightsaber then twirled around and sliced his throat which completely dismembered the poor bastards head, all within a matter of seconds. Enric may be an old fart but bloody hell can he fight! He heard a large cracking sound behind him and turned to look at the kid behind him.

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

“BUDDY!” Taco exclaimed as his buddy bounty hunter arrived back on the scene. He licked his lips. Ale, mm, also awkwardness. “I mean…” Deep voice. “...Welcome back, partner."

Then WHAM! Like a freight train WHAM! The not-a-prostitute just went WHAM! all over Greybeard and well hell really the table overall, hey? It was just one more reason for Taco to lean even farther away, though by now he was on the dangerous verge of falling off his chair and he hadn’t even had his second round, hey.

Gigolo (that was his name, right, Gigolo?) started spewing something about kriffin’ slags and ‘naice’. That some kinda alien rice? That was a stupid thought when you considered any rice from any other planet was alien but hey. Then Gigolo said something about may brows and may cheekbones and— Oh, he means MY brows and MY cheekbones. I get it!

Then Gigolo walked over to another table like why not hey and the Weequay just fumbled like Taco was as though the universe had just taken a dump. ‘Shag’? Taco rubbed his chin. That like a Corellian shaving maneuver? It sounded painful either way. As did the Weequay’s face with the table and— HOLY SHIT IT’S AS JEDI.

Taco sprung up from his table to go declare his love for Gigolo and one autograph O yes please when out of nowhere Greybeard got between them both and ignited his saberlight. A handful of seconds later like a handful of whores not waiting on sloppy seconds and Taco just sat there with his mouth agape. Holy...shit…

“Y-Y-You’re…” The Twi’lek looked between the severed leg, the decapitated head and the other whatsuch around the chaos, all on account of Greybeard. “YOU’RE A KRIFFIN’ MANDALORIAN.” Wait what? Nah that can’t be right. How much ale was in that ale, anyway?

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[Tevan Dolm]

Tevan had no real idea what the hell was going on. Enric said something to the guy to piss him off and then he threw a Weequay halfway across the room? The hum of a lightsaber activating followed and a man yelled loudly. Tevan looked up and saw Enric decapitating the-now-one-legged-man before turning to the guy. “Y-Y-You’re…” Tevan turned and looked at a now-very-surprised-Taco. “YOU’RE A KRIFFIN’ MANDALORIAN.” Tevan rubbed his eyes and sighed "This is why I didn't want you to have another drink...we're leaving." Tevan hoists Taco onto his shoulders and made his way to the back exit, except the bartender decided to block his way. "You really don't want to do this-" Without warning Tevan pulled out his blaster and fired at the bartender then he sprinted out the back door.

Taco was flailing about in his grasp making it difficult to keep ahold of him. The pair had made some distance from the restaurant and was on the edge of town. He abruptly let go of Taco as he fell to the ground kicking up some of the sand around him. Tevan cleaned the minor dust that had built up around his blaster as he turned to the heap on the ground. "Don't even think about going back there. We have a bounty to hunt and clearly neither my father or the other guy are our target." Tevan holstered his blaster and sat on the ground, leaning up against the wall of a house whilst he waited for Taco's complaints.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The weequay was groaning, which caused the boy to feel a bit relieved. He stood still, maintaining a half concerned, half stupefied facial expression. The rage that had caused him to throw the man had faded, and now all Laeonas could manage was guilt for assaulting an innocent man.

He was about to cross the room when he saw a number of patrons-- as armed as he was-- start to rise from their chairs. He gave a concerned look as one approached-- a larger human, whose frame absolutely towered over the boy. “‘Ey, out of tha way!” Laeonas exclaimed, frustrated by the deliberate attempt to block his path. He was about to push him out of the way--

--and then that hulk of a man threw a punch.

How Laeonas hadn’t sensed the threatening emotions building against him was a mystery to the boy-- and he barely avoided the sucker punch as he’d sidestep the larger man.

The element of surprise was always an important aspect of combat-- it could give someone an advantage, providing a few seconds where the opponent wouldn’t be able to react nearly as quick as they otherwise would.

That advantage was eliminated when the boy completely avoided the attack from his lumbering opponent. He might’ve been startled-- but that quickly shifted into a defensive posture.

Bringing up his forearms in a defensive guard, the boy would weave with almost superhuman reflexes around almost every punch or grapple from the man. Some blasters would be pulled out, and a number of vibroswords-- and soon a Rodian was swiping at Laeonas’ ribs.

Ducking down, the boy would perform a leg sweep, adding the strength of the force behind his kick. Unable to react in time, the Rodian would collapse backwards, banging his head against a table and finding himself temporarily stunned.

The bigger human payed little attention, and continued to attack the boy with reckless abandon.

There was a complete lack of technique-- lumbering punches were either evaded, or blocked-- to great pains-- by the smaller human’s forearms. Grapples were countered with the boy simply ducking or rolling out of harms way.

Than he got aggressive.

When the larger human threw one of his arms forward, the boy would duck-- and throw an uppercut at the man’s jaw.

The sickening crack of bone was audible, and the man was momentarily stunned-- but that didn’t stop him from near immediately throwing himself at the boy like a wild animal. Snarling, he’d attempt to simply overpower Laeonas with his larger frame-- which his opponent narrowly avoided.

Torso exposed due to the completely wild movements of the man, Laeonas made his move when he’d roll a kick at the man’s chest. The breath was knocked out of the larger human-- and than the boy was on him.

What followed was a barrage of attacks against the torso. The boy had landed a number of quick punches against the man’s chest, ribs, and stomach before he’d tumble to the ground. Not finished, Laeonas began kicking the man once he was down-- not stopping even when blood began to splatter on his heel.

Finally, he’d pull the man up by the collar of the jacket he wore-- and began repeatedly slamming it against the sandstone table.

CRUNCH,

CRUNCH

CRASH

He’d stopped only when the man’s collar had slipped from his grasp-- because the table had broken with the last hit.

The Rodian had begun to start again-- but Laeonas didn’t give him the opportunity to stand. Spinning around, the boy closed the small gap between him and his fallen opponent, and subsequently punched him in the jugular.

If anyone else decided to attack, the boy would start to gather the force-- and he’d release it against the nearest assailants if they came at him.
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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC/OOC

Leaving!? Oh hell the fun was just getting started! Why leave now!? All of a sudden Taco was heaved off his feet with a wait-wait-wait! and a wagh!-wagh!-wagh! both of which went unheard of and no thanks to anyone nearby.

Oh, the Twi’lek wasn’t just hoisted from his chair, nope. He was...HOISTED ONTO THE SHOULDER OF AN ACTUAL BOUNTY HUNTER. F—

“PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DOWN YOU SON OF A KRIFFER KARKING DI’KIT MOTHER FARKLING CU—”

Blaster bolts just then, all amid the kind of music that catered rather well to the kind of escape that a bunch of bounty hunters, Jedi, Mandalorians, Twi’leks, Sith, and ehhhh whatever the karkle these jacked-up jackshits were exactly because this sixteen-year-old Twi’lek no longer had the slightest clue.

Taco just continued pummeling the back of one bounty hunter with his fists, the latter not fazed too much, not at all. Then all off a sudden the Twi’lek fell to the ground, kicking up a dust storm that actually helped to screen their escape so, hey, how about that, hey?

“KRIFF YOOOUUU YOU SONS OF BANTHA BITCHES”

Taco hoped that was a terrifying enough insult as he scrambled across the dust and dirt to slam his back against the wall beside his fellow bounty hunter, once perceived as a Mandalorian and hey who could blame him, hey?

“WAIT WAIT WAIT What about Greybeard and Gigolo?” Taco dared to peer round the corner as long as he also peered past his fellow bounty hunter’s chest. He suddenly felt responsible for the dude with emerald earrings and the dude with a grey beard, even though both were clearly Jedi-Sith something-somethings.

“Should I go save ‘em I mean I know how to kara-ke-chap-a-fu-fu as my aunt was a ninja and so-so so . . . ”

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[Enric Halcardas]

Enric turned round just in time to see the guy punch a Rodian in the jugular. Clearly the kid could handle himself well especially since another man no longer has a face. A blaster going off in the background draws Enric's attention to the bar as he sees Tevan leave through the back door with the Twi'lek on his shoulders. Good, they're leaving. I suppose we should do the same. Enric turns to face the remaining four men on his side and a grin begins to spread across his face. On second thoughts...maybe a little more murder would do me good. Enric hasn't used his water dancing skills in a while, this would be a good chance to de-rust them.

Flipping the lightsaber around in his hands Enric begins to twirl around the remaining men, dismembering them one after another. A laugh escapes his lips. Maybe this is why Elaina hid Tevan from me. Oh well. He's mine now. With the last man now headless, he turns towards the kid. "Would you like me to finish them off for you kid? We can return to my ship afterwards. I could always treat you to a new duster coat if you'd like?" Enric's enjoying himself for once. The boy in front of him is probably terrified of him now though. It doesn't matter. No matter the situation. No matter where he is. Either through money or murder, Enric will always get what he wants.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The beatings he had inflicted on the closest two seemed to have done the trick, at least in the boy's mind. his opponents had been beaten-- quite badly, all things considered. The Rodian looked like he was choking on his own bile, and the human's face had been reduced to a bloody mess. They wouldn't have been able to bring him down now-- or really, get up to fight him, ever again.

It had the added effect of scaring the ever-living-shit out of the nearest possible opponents. Men and women who looked to have been getting ready to move on in him had stopped, frozen when they'd seem him so ruthlessly dispatch his opponents. The added brutality he'd demonstrated had caused them to heavily reconsider coming at the boy... but not as much as what his partner did.

The older man with the lightsaber tore through another four had gone down with relative ease. He hadn't witnessed it-- but the various people in the bar had. The few who had remained ready to attack now retreated away from them cautiously, while the rest of the patrons had surged towards the back exits, yelling and some screaming as they frantically escaped.

Laeonas' face had been twisted in shock, and as he looked at the dismembered bodies before him, his face furrowed into anger when he'd recall the laughter of the older man. "What tha KRIFF was that fer?!" He'd shout, looking at the bodies with an increasingly panicked expression. "Do ya know what's gonna 'appen now?! It was bad enough that Ai threw a guy across tha room tha way Ai did, and the two shites who Ai beat in a fight were proof we're dangerous enough; but they're all ALIVE!" He'd shout, obviously frustrated; both because of his own fears for his predicament, and a certain level of sympathy he had.

The boy's increasingly panicked mind began to further absorb the implications of what he'd done, and he got more and more panicked as the seconds passed. "Tha hutt who runs this town is gonna come after us! We're gonna need ta leave; get out'f dodge b'fore we get hauled off and die!"

"Ai've met Jedi and Sith, but tha Jedi Ai've known don't tear through a handful of men with no chance of beatin'em just fer sport!" He'd spit, before shoving past the older man and grumbling a number of obscenities. "Why's every other force user Ai meet a bloody psycho..."
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[Tevan Dolm]

“WAIT WAIT WAIT What about Greybeard and Gigolo?” Tevan watched Taco peer round the corner (and his chest) before continuing. “Should I go save ‘em I mean I know how to kara-ke-chap-a-fu-fu as my aunt was a ninja and so-so so . . . ” Tevan wrapped one arm around Taco's shoulder and pulled him closer. "We will not be doing anything. They can handle themselves juuuust fine. We need to get to find Garth Ansari and be done with this."

Tevan sighed and got up off the ground. He'll probably need to find another hotel to sleep in tonight. He had enough money to do so and Mos Eisley had plenty around. "Do you even know how to use a blaster Taco?" "We're going to a weapons shop I know of to get you something you can use. I'm not letting you go anywhere unarmed after that shitshow." He held out a hand for Taco so he could leaver himself off the ground and waited for his response.

 

[Enric Halcardas]

"What tha KRIFF was that fer?!" "Do ya know what's gonna 'appen now?! It was bad enough that Ai threw a guy across tha room tha way Ai did, and the two shites who Ai beat in a fight were proof we're dangerous enough; but they're all ALIVE!" Enric shrugged before he let the guy continue
"Tha hutt who runs this town is gonna come after us! We're gonna need ta leave; get out'f dodge b'fore we get hauled off and die!" "Ai've met Jedi and Sith, but tha Jedi Ai've known don't tear through a handful of men with no chance of beatin'em just fer sport!" The boy spat and shoved Enric aside before moving on. "Why's every other force user Ai meet a bloody psycho..."

Enric follows the boy outside, withdrawing the lightsaber. He left the mess where it was. He could clean it up, but Enric can't be bothered. "I'm not a Jedi nor am I a Sith. Just because I was trained as a Jedi doesn't mean I am one. Well...that's if we're referring to the factions. Listen..." Enric reached out to the boy and turned him round so he could make eye contact. "If you want to leave you can, but..." Enric pulled out the datapad he had, and opened up the messenger app and held it out to the guy. "Add yourself on here, and if you ever find yourself in a pickle, or you have a bounty on you... let me know and I will pay it off." He thought this would be a good deal. He still needed the boy's account number after all anyway. "Oh and I need your account number for the credits and I'll add an extra 10k to the already accepted deal."

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Garth Ansari? What the hell is a Garth Ansari!? Then it clicked. Oh! Right! The bounty! I’m a bounty hunter! I’m a bounty hunter… Did bounty hunters freak out? Did they get frightened? Did they flee? Hell no!

What about the other two back in the hotel, though? Were they just as tough? Just as badass? Taco hoped so. Truth be told he thought both those dudes were pretty cool and didn't want them to be cut into pieces or anything, especially since they were Jedi-Sith something or other.

“Listen here, friendo…” Taco smirked as he got to his feet without the helping hand. Badass bounty hunters didn’t need help. His foot twisted in the sand and he landed on his ass, cleared his throat, accepted the hand. “...I have fired every blaster you could name, from ABC-123 to 123-ABC. There ain’t a target that Taco can’t hit. Ain’t a gun Taco can’t shoot. Ain’t a…” He blinked. “...Whatever let’s go.”

With that, Taco began to walk away before beckoning his bounty hunter partner person to keep pace. “What’re you waiting for? Both suns to set? We ain’t got all day!” After Tevan promptly indicated to Taco that he was going the wrong way, he cleared his throat, tucked his shirt and followed Tevan instead.

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[Laeonas Tannaras]

The request for his contact info wasn't taken very positively by the boy. He might've even tried to deck the older human, but between the carnage he'd created and the consequences he'd dealt with due to spontaneously attacking people.

He was still very, very, very angry though.

"Ai couldn't give less of a shite if ya were trained by banthas; ya can't just tear through 'alf a dozen people fer sport!" He snarled, spitting the words out with contempt. "Ai was 'opin ta grab some kriffin' water 'fore Ai left, but now Ai gotta leave i'mmediately 'cus of yer sorry arse!"

The grumbling boy was still in a mixture of anger and panic when his expression began to calm, and the outwardly hostile nature he displayed seemed to dissipate. The cantina had been emptied, and Laeonas had no intention of entering into conflict with the man that had a questionable sense of morals-- and that was a standard coming from him.

Still, he wasn't about to turn down credits of any kind. In fact, the boy was almost eager when the datapad was snatched out of his hands. Rapidly, Laeo input the information of one of the not-so-reputable banks he'd set up an account with. Transactions like these would warrant suspicion if they were more broadly accessible-- but if shell banks set up by hutts or other criminal enterprises could be described as having one positive, it was discretion.

At the very least, the offer of financial gain was something that helped to temper his anger. It definitely suggested that, at least personally, the older human was trying to make friends. "Or shag me." He'd idly think, a clammy expression washing over his face before dissipating.

"If Ai'm ever stupid enough ta get kept in a kriffin' cell long enough ta where bail could be posted, or if Ai piss off someone 'ard enough ta warrant a bounty, Ai'll prob'ably be dead 'fore ya can do shite." He explained, a grim smile slipping across his lips. Aquamarine eyes sunk before he'd step back.

"Ai... think Ai'm gonna go." He'd awkwardly finish, glancing at the man a final time. Pursuing a bounty might have been appealing... but he'd just been given a year's worth of income, and drawing further attention to himself after this mess wasn't something he was interested in.

Besides, he hadn't come here for credits.

He drew in a quick breathe, turned, and left the opposite way he'd come in. Alleys stretched before him, and rushing through, as far as he could go as quickly as his legs could carry, he found himself at the outskirts of the city.

And than he kept going.
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//Exit thread

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[IG 55]

The IG unit watched curiously as the two interacted. The Bounty Droid whirred his head around to get a better look at the non-Mandalorian. IG-55 was there for the armor. His masters had instructed him to intercept someone who was wearing armor that didn’t belong to them.

Tevan seemed to fit the part perfectly.

He tightened his grip on his RT-97C as he slowly approached the group. He would outright kill the man- negotiations were always an appropriate tactic to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Unless the situation proved otherwise, in which case IG-55 would be more than happy to blast all that got in his way.

-Humanoid, return your armor to me and except the mercy of Crimson Dawn. Fail to comply and I will have to take what you have stollen by force.- IG-55 offered blatantly. -I was not programmed with remorse or regret. Please do not push my buttons, so to speak.-

 

[Tevan Dolm]

-Humanoid, return your armor to me and except the mercy of Crimson Dawn. Fail to comply and I will have to take what you have stolen by force.-

Tevan stopped in his tracks and turned. He looked past Taco to see a droid holding a blaster.

-I was not programmed with remorse or regret. Please do not push my buttons, so to speak.-

Oh Shit...

The timing of this is shockingly on point. Tevan and Taco had just left the weapons shop, he bought Taco whatever he wanted after receiving an absurd amount of credits from Enric. Luckily the shop had a few smoke grenades stocked. He bought several and had attached them to his belt. He ignited one of the smoke grenades and threw it directly at the droid. He grabbed Taco and ran. He knew Enric had a ship, they could escape that way. So as he held Taco's arm he headed towards the ship port.

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[Enric Halcardas]

Enric watched Laeonas run off as he transferred 30k credits to his account. He also happened to have found Tevan's info as well. Since Enric decided he was done with Mos Eisley (and Tatooine as a whole) he thought it would be best to leave. After sending a couple 100k credits to Tevan he headed for his ship.

He took a final stroll through the markets of Mos Eisley and bought a few mementos and some food for his ship, soon after he reached his home and took a deep breath. He dropped the bag of food by his ship and waited for that droid to appear so he could sign off and leave. He checked his bank and saw that he had been charged for fuel. He basked in the suns of Tatooine one last time. After this, he wasn't returning.

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[IG 55]

IG-55 opened fire on the group of three after he walked out of the smoke. He noticed the ship and grabbed a thermal detonator, waited three seconds after activating it, and then threw it towards the back thrusters with one hand and continued spraying blaster bolts with the RT-97C in his other hand.

-Humanoid bodies tend to burn in wreckages. This will make acquiring your stollen armor quick and simple.-

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[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

[Taco came out of that weapons shop clutching a weapon that might as well have been a railgun. He had already forgotten the name but it was near enough his own height and a bit heavy. “This’ll get Garth, I tell ya what, hey!”

As soon as he relayed his conviction for success there was a mechanical voice that whirred his way and his partner’s. “Crimson Dawn?” Taco scratched a lekku. The hell are they? Then he gasped. “OH SHIT DID MY DAD SEND YOU I WAS ONLY IN THAT STRIP CLUB FER FAIVE OONDRED SEHCONDS”

By the time he realized he was mimicking accents with a former associate there was smoke in the air. Then Taco was off and away, once again at the mercy of his partner who so rudely snatched him by the arm and tugged him along as the two made a daring escape. Taco just barely managed to hang onto his oversized rifle all the while.

This did give the Twi’lek the advantage of being able to steal looks behind the pair while Tevan led them ahead. That’s when Taco spotted the IG droid. “Hey this thing is coming after us, hey hey!?” That thing was not giving up. It was as relentless as an...IG unit?

“Oh dude and also I think THAT’S A THERMAL DETONATOR”

With that, Taco wrenched his arm free from his partner’s grip and went low. He rolled along the floor, dodging blaster bolts and yelling at the grenade soaring overhead. That was when he pulled the trigger of his rifle and thank the stars he had been laying down instead of standing up.

The rifle was an absolute beast. Its kickback was like the kick from a zorse. The rifle’s butt struck Taco in the chest as he clutched around it to send a few powerful bolts toward the IG.

@EviFoxx @Kell Rook

 

[Enric Halcardas]

Enric noticed that a smoke grenade went off in the distance and looked at it with intrigue. He didn't want to miss whatever was going on, so he opened up his ship and put his bag of food on the floor in his kitchen. He grabbed a his lightsaber from his belt just in case. As he sauntered outside of his ship and looked back to the smoke and saw Tevan running for dear life with the Twi'lek shortly behind him. He titled his head What the fu-?

That's when he noticed a thermal detonator being thrown towards his ship, the Twi'lek suddenly fell to the ground and started firing towards the IG droid Ah.....shit. Luckily he gathered enough force power in time to change the direction of the thermal detonator. It landed with a small thump on the ground far away from his ship. He rushed towards Tevan "Get on the ship, it's already open!" With that he ran towards the Twi'lek and yanked his rifle of him and starting firing towards the IG unit whilst making his way back towards the ship.

Just before he turned the corner to enter the ship, he fired one last shot at the IG unit and it seemed to have hit some portion of it's leg. That should do it you ass. With that he turned and entered his ship, closing the hatch behind him. He threw the rifle back to the Twi'lek, and headed to the cockpit. He flipped a few switches and engaged the engines. Steadily he managed to get the ship off the ground and into the air. Soon they were into hyperspace and far away from Tatooine. "So who wants to explain what the hell that was all about?"

@Die Shize @Kell Rook

 

[IG 55]

IG-55 rolled out of the way of Taco’s in initial blasts but he moved right into Enric’s blaster bolt that hit him square in the knee, causing him to drop on his other knee. Taco’s final blaster spray caught him in the shoulders and in the torso, finishing the IG unit off for the day.

IG-55 could only lay down in the sand and make a quick relay of the damage done.
-Left rotary knee cap nonfunctional. Interior hull severely damaged. Main computer still fully operational...Scan complete. Conclusion: “Deep Shit”. Relaying starship and potential fugitives ...Enric Halcardas...Unknown Twi’lek...Unknown armored humanoid. Target affirmative: Enric Halcardas. Unknown Humanoid. The Twi’lek is unimportant...-

IG-55 watched the ship leave Tatooine. He would need to go after them too, but he didn’t have a ship.
But he know a scaly someone who did.
This contact of his could fix him up good as new without any costs either.
-Relaying newly made Bounty to: Chysim K. Reech.
Relaying current location to: Chysim K. Reech.
Relaying Status to: Chysim K. Reech.-