Big Trouble in "Little" Nar Shadaa...

[Jahn]

Location: Some slum on the lower levels of Nar Shadaa...

"That one actually stung..." ​

Some aggressive sounding hissing followed a loud, hard packing sound as a scaled fist was planted firmly into some unfortunate young man's face. It's owner? An aggressive-looking Trandoshan. Go figure. "You just don't know when to shut up, do ya kid?" Came a significantly more coherent voice, a green male Twi'lek who looked just about as pleased as his angry friend. What exactly was happening here you ask? Well...long story short, our unlucky friend made the wrong people angry. He was currently on his knees in a dark alley with both of his hands bound behind his back, and they were venting their frustrations on his face. "Cut the crap." The Twi'lek spat, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with his victim. "You know where that thievin' little runt is. Give him up and you can go free." The youth they were interrogating didn't look to be any older than eighteen. His lip was busted and his breathing heavier than usual. A mane of curly dark brown hair covered his head, currently damp with sweat. "...I don't know who you're talking about." was his curt reply. The Twi'lek thug narrowed his gaze on the lad, tilting his head to the side a bit as he stared into his eyes. After a few moments the alien sucked his teeth and nodded, staring at his scaly friend as he slowly stood up. "You're a bad liar, kid." was all he said before motioning to the Trandoshan. Happily taking his cue, the larger of the two gangsters delivered a brutal right hook to his helpless opponent's face, knocking him over on his side. He even chuckled a bit afterwards as he watched the young man reel in pain.

"We're gonna mess that pretty face of yours up at this rate." The Twi'lek was now nonchalantly leaning against one of the buildings the alley was between. By how natural this came to them, it was obvious this wasn't the first time the pair had to rough up some punk. Both of them were armed with blasters and probably knives as well. Their victim was packing too...that is before they knocked him around, stripped him of his gear, and tied him up. It took some effort but eventually the brown-haired young man righted himself and was back on his knees. His mouth was bloody now...but his facial expression hadn't changed. To anyone other than these two mindless goons, it was obvious that this wasn't his first time being roughed up. A small sigh escaped the Twi'lek's mouth as he stared at him. "Look, kid...we get it. You don't wanna rat." Oh no here it comes....the posturing. "Truth is, we're gonna find him either way. But this?" he gestured outwards. "...this only ends one of two ways." For some strange reason, the young man figured he wasn't going to like his choices. "Either you leave here with a sore jaw and a few scrapes...or you end up in a gutter." The unfortunate youth let his eyes drift back and forth between his aggressors. He knew these types all too well. They were a dime a dozen on the smuggler's moon. He also knew that these two were far too dumb to bluff and make empty threats. If he didn't tell them what they wanted to know, they'd off him and tear apart the slums until they found who they were looking for. If he didn't want to end up a nameless corpse, he'd have to think fast...

 

[Richie B.]

Triton has come visiting Nar Shadda like he did once with his older partner, but now this time he was the Adept and alone now. His white robes inconspicuous, unlike if he brought his war suit, carrying what seems like a black staff, the warrior of light looked like a monk, that just so happen to be a giant, with enough muscle to worry almost anyone. Even the robes were stretched by the muscle, which Triton was given by the training of his mother, than later the Matukai order.

Walking around the warrior did not hide the mechanical arm, a gift from his battle from the sith. Looking around the warrior stopped at a alley where he notice some people hunching over a downed young man. Who just so happen to be bleeding, something Triton could see with the force empowering his senses. Walking down the dark alley, without any visible fear or worry, the warrior would look strange to the thugs.

"Excuse me, but what is happening here?" Triton asked in a serious, manner showing that he won't be taking anything from them, carrying no visible weapon other than the black staff which was secretly a Wan-Shen, which could be a spear with a simple twist and was strong enough to withstand a lightsaber, but none of the other life forms would be able to understand that.

@Jahn Nors

 

[Wessomu]

After hitching a ride off Ryloth, Wessomu walks through the city. Wessomu walks across the roofs of the buildings in Nar Shadaa, hoping to find a Bounty to fill soon. She continues walking, with her dark robes and lekku flowing in the air behind her, hood down. She is throwing her one pistol in the air and catching it. She has taken a walk to try and find a job while her crew tend to the bills of the ride.

She comes to an alley where she sees a three men and a bloody kid. She usually does not do any acts of kindness like this, but she grabs her pistol ready if anything happens and carefully jumps down, with no fear of what might happen, landing behind the man that just walked up to the others. "Hey boys, so what is this?" she says, her left hand ready to fire a bullet with the hidden pistols under her robes, into any of the men. She unusually talked to them, most likely the alcohol she drank.
(This is my very first RP post! It might not be great, hope it is at least decent!)
(Total Gear: Two Pistols, Dagger, Red/Black Robe)

 

[Chask274]

Eric had been walking along the various pathways of Nar Shaada's lower levels, bee-lining for the diner owned by his parents. It'd been far too long since he'd visited, and he missed them a bit. The smuggler had just turned the corner into an alley when he saw two goons roughing up a younger fellow. While he felt bad for the guy, he had no intention of stepping in. He'd grown up on Nar Shaada, and followed a general rule of thumb: Don't play hero for a stranger if you know what's good for you. That intention was thrown out the window when he heard the Twi'lek mention needing info on an associate of the victim. Something clicked within Eric's mind, and he suddenly envisioned himself at that age. He'd have done anything to protect his friends, just like this guy was now.

Keeping himself within the shadows he'd been hiding in this entire time, Eric slipped his Hapan battle rifle, a combination blaster and slugthrower, off his back and shouldered it. The rifle's safety had been a bit sticky, so Eric didn't hear or see the two new arrivals approach and questions. He assumed they were friends of the thugs, and so he leveled his gun at the newly enlarged group, snapped on the military-grade flashlight attached to the weapon, and stepped from the shadows. The bright light would make it very difficult to see him. Putting a little Force-assisted coercion into his voice, Eric spoke in a clear and firm tone "Everyone back away from the kid, slowly. Anybody tries anything funny, and you'll learn the hard way why it's unwise to screw with a well-armed Cartel Enforcer."

 

[Jahn]

Luckily, he wouldn't have to think too fast. Just as the youth opened his mouth in what was likely to be a vain attempt to stall for time, some big stranger in white robes showed up. The Trandoshan thug immediately drew his blaster and spun around, pointing it at Triton and shouting something threatening in his native language. His partner seemed to react rationally. "Woah slow down there, killer." the Twi'lek said as he placed a hand on the larger alien's arm and gently began lowering it for him. "We're just taking care of a little business back here...nothin' to see." Business. Right. The brown-haired young man would've scoffed but he didn't want to draw attention back to himself. At least not yet. This white-robed guy was pretty imposing, but if he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't get involved in this mess of a situation for some stranger. Just as it looked like the two goons were going to return to handling their "business", another stranger appeared, this time from the sky. A female Twi'lek dropped down from above behind the robed guy, further occupying the mooks. The Twi'lek thug frowned, his patience thinning. "What are we, cantina dancers? Scram, both of you." This was good! But knowing his luck, these two distractions were gonna be the only he'd get. He just needed a little longer and- BLINK! A blinding light shined on the group as a voice shouted orders at the two gangsters. Apparently this latest newcomer was Cartel affiliated. This was exactly what he needed...

...a good old-fashioned Huttese stand-off.

A distressed, "Gah!" sounded out as the young man threw his arms in front of the Twi'lek mook, pulling up and towards himself so that the link of his cuffs were digging into his neck. The Trandoshan hissed and instantly turned his blaster on them, shouting more angry-sounding things in a language the youth didn't understand. "Back. Off." This was his "big plan"...choke one guy out while attempting to talk the other one down. He'd been slowly and inconspicuously working his bindings (and arms) around to the front of his body as the newcomers kept the pair distracted. It might not've been the perfect idea...but he was in a better spot now than he was a few seconds ago! "W-wait...scalebrain! Don't shoot!" barked the goon, his words slurred due to the metal chain currently pressing into his windpipe. The Trandoshan hissed once again and brandished his weapon. Tensions were high...and from what it looked like, everybody present was armed. If bolts started flying, things were gonna get ugly. His former captive jerked the cuffs towards himself, applying more pressure to the goon's neck. "Tell him to drop the blaster." the youth spat, backing up so that they were against the wall. The tables had definitely turned. The captive was now the captor, and he had the element of uncertainty at his advantage. Even these seasonsed sharks couldn't be sure they'd make it out of this one. The Twi'lek thug took a few moments to think about it...but eventually he conceded. "...you heard 'im. And if that one back there is serious....we don't need Cartel heat...on top of everything else." His scaled partner looked extremely displeased...but he complied, tossing his weapon carelessly to the ground. They might've been dumb, but not dumb enough to risk pissing off the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy. Still, the brown-haired young man kept the chain pressed into the Twi'lek's neck. Y'know...just in case.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton couldn't believe what was happening it seemed everyone and their mothers had shown up, for what was unknown but the fact that so many showed up to help this young man out was strange. Either the force was involved or just bad luck for the thugs, but Triton doubted it was simply bad luck, whatever the reason the warrior did not move, knowing the man with the light would most likely not care for who he shot just that no one moved. But now that the kid had grabbed the Twi'lek, it was clear that Triton was not needed and just stood there waiting to see what happens now, if the enforcer thought he was one of the thugs, than the fool will be surprise.

Triton will not move and wait to see what happens next, hopefully everything just calms down and than the warrior could continue his work of cleaning up this forsaken planet.

 

[Wessomu]

Wessomu walks and takes the pistol that was thrown down "I will just take this." she says with a smirk. She puts her hood up and stares at the young man holding the twi'lek. "You are talented, boy." she said, smiling at the man holding the twi'lek. She looked at the other men then back at the young man "So, you are pretty talented, how about you join my crew and we get out of this hell hole?" she said smiling at him. She then looked at the others "You boys can leave, can you not see he can handle himself?". She just stares at them all, ready to quickly get away or fight if needed.

She replaces one of her old pistols for the new one, putting the new one in her backpack.

 

[Kuro Claros]

There truly was nothing more refreshing than a nice walk around the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Not only was the hustle and bustle easy to blend into, but there was always something going on, whether it be illegal, or borderline treason. Nothing legal ever happened on the Smuggler's Moon. It had that name for a reason. Noise from a commotion floated out from an alleyway on the side.

"...you heard 'im. And if that one back there is serious....we don't need Cartel heat...on top of everything else."

The masked man looked up, and smiled through his mask. Once again, nothing legal happens on the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Kuro began striding to the alley. A swarm of armed people were just sitting there, arguing and pointing guns at each other. Some kid was damn near strangling some Twi'lek. Another dude was pointing a flashlight at all of them, and a girl was rambling about someone joining a team, while a tense-looking guy with a robot arm looked around. A Trandoshan just stood there.

"Did anyone say 'Cartel'?" Kuro stepped into the scene.

 

[Chask274]

Eric smirked as the kid got the jump on the Twi'lek thug and got his reptilian friend to back off. Chuckling at the thug's comment, Eric replied, "I'm dead serious. As for getting any Cartel heat, that won't happen as long as you play nice and get the hell outta here if and when the kid lets you go." Next came the Twi'lek woman's comments. Apparently she wasn't with the thugs after all. He simply rolled his eyes in response to her "go away" remark. Eric wasn't going anywhere until the two thugs were gone. He did, however, switch his flashlight to a lower output setting and aimed it slightly lower so that is was no longer in anyone's face.

A masked man suddenly appeared, and inquired about hearing mention of the Cartel. Now a little uneasy, Eric shifted his grip on his rifle, ready to snap it up to firing position at a moment's notice. "I did. Name's Eric Silver, I'm an Enforcer with the Cartel."

 

[Wessomu]

Wessomu shifts awkwardly in the silence. "Enough waiting." she says with a smirk. She raises her hand and uses her limited force powers to push back the people around her, but not hard enough to harm the other cartel members and throws a note to the cartel member as she does it that reads and that she wrote secretly "I am sorry for doing this, but I have things to do, and need slaves to do it, I am sorry if you get injured in any way or I break anything, I will replace it. I assume you can deal with the thugs, I am most likely going to enslave the Trandoshan or give him to the boss, just shine your light upward if you need help - Wessomu, Hutt Cartel Krug." (Assuming it works) She quickly grabs the trandoshan and uses her force powers again to attempt to jump up to the roof, (Assuming she succeeds). She goes a few yards with him on the roof, but not able to carry him any longer she turns to face him. "Come with me willingly, and I will forget what you were trying to do back their, and give you a job, or not and become my slave. I am a Hutt Cartel Krug, and either way will work." she says with a annoyed voice.

 

[Jahn]

"Unlock these." the youth spoke, pointing to the Trandoshan with one of his hands. Some words were exchanged between the nearby people as the larger alien grudgingly stepped forward to oblige the young vagrant. One of the strangers apparently offered the lad a part in her crew, but even without thinking about it he shook his head. He couldn't just up and leave Nar Shadaa. He had things to take of. Friends to look out for. Responsibilities. But before he could even turn down the roguish Twi'lek's offer...something completely out of the ordinary happened. The woman threw her arms outward, conjuring some sort of shockwave that pushed the boy and his hostage gangster backwards and into the wall. It caught him off guard, and in the process he released his stranglehold on the goon. Both of them were sent sprawling to the alley floor, but the youth was more spry, and was able to scramble back up to his feet faster than his former aggressor. So before the Twi'lek thug could put up a struggle (or Force forbid grab a blaster), a boot was swiftly planted into the side of his face.

"Oof-!!!" was the only noise the mook could manage as he was knocked back over onto his back. Instinctively pressing his advantage, the boy placed the same boot he kicked him with on his chest and leaned on it, pinning the gangster in place. "Unlock these." he repeated, a frown ever-present on his face. The Twi'lek grumbled a few curses under his breath, but reluctantly removed a key from his belt and unlocked his former prisoner's restraints. Rubbing his wrists, the young man looked around and noticed that the lady who caused the shockwave-type phenomena was gone. "What in the hell was that?" crossed his mind, but only for a moment as he remembered he had bigger things to deal with and walked over to retrieve his gear. The mooks had stripped him of his belt rig and thrown it on a nearby crate. The Trandoshan took his wallet too...and it looked like that was gone now. "...you know whatever you're gonna try and do is useless, right?" the captor-turned-captive Twi'lek spoke once he'd stumbled up to his feet. The boy hadn't even gotten his rig secured around his waist when he turned around to face the goon. "That schutta friend of yours stole from the boss. Once we find 'im, he's history." The brown-haired youth made his way over to the alien, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Once he was about two paces away, he stopped. "We'll see." was his response. Then, in one fluid motion he drew his blaster and put a bolt in the thug's kneecap. "GAH! SONUVA BANTHA!" he screamed as he keeled over in pain on the ground and began rocking back and forth. But the lad didn't have time to waste. He turned towards the Cartel gunman with the flashlight and nodded towards him. "Thanks for the help. Seriously." was the only acknowledgement the boy gave. Under normal circumstances he might stick around for a bit but a friend of his was in danger, and he had no time to waste. So without wasting another second he began making his way towards Triton and out of the alley.

Hopefully it wasn't too late already...

 

[Chask274]

Eric sensed the build-up of Force energy, and braced himself as the shockwave rolled through the alley. He was about to pursue the Twi'lek when a piece of paper was blown his way. Reading the note with a bemused smirk, he simply nodded before putting it away. He watched, mildly impressed, as the boy took care of the remaining thug and then thanked Eric. "Don't mention it, you did good by not giving your friend up. Speaking of which..."

Eric followed the boy as he took off. "From what it sounds like, your friend pissed off a gang. No offence to you, but even as good as you seem to be, two kids against an entire street gang isn't going to end well. Mind if I tag along and lend a hand?" As for what the robed man did, Eric could care less, as at this point he knew he wasn't with the thugs, and as such wasn't a threat.