Open Nar Shaddaa Branching Out

[Kholvar Varaxes]

A few hours ago Kholvar had landed his ship the Prowl in a nondescript hanger owned by a Hutt he didn't bother to remember the name of. He'd unloaded all of his cargo - twelve twi'lekki slave girls, new "employees" of the Hutt who was celebrating a new windfall of credits - and left his ship behind, deeming it a safe enough place to dock after slipping the Quarren dock-master a couple hundred credits.

There was a lot on Kholvar's mind as he left the hanger, currently flush with credits, and not much else to do for the moment. Recently he'd become a little bored of his normal routine running smuggling jobs for the Hutt Clan. Nearly a decade of serving under someone else had left him listless. It was time to start branching out on his own.

Running jobs for ten years had afforded Kholvar a decent knowledge of numerous hives of scum and villainy scattered across the galaxy. He'd also watched the rise and fall of numerous would be crime lords, and they all had one thing in common. They lacked a solid foundation to support themselves before trying to leapfrog rungs on the ladder.

With that on his mind, Kholvar entered one of the larger and more busy cantinas on Nar Shaddaa, the Moist Miraluka. Other than grabbing a much deserved drink, Kholvar was here to scout out some other men or woman that might be looking to expand their horizons as well. To do anything meaningful he'd need allies, although he wasn't particularly keen on the idea. But if it meant he'd get where he wanted to go, Kholvar was willing to put those feelings aside for now.

Approaching the bar, Kholvar waved over the bartender and ordered a large mug of nearly black beer. Leaning has back against the bar, Kholvar's eyes scoped around, looking for anyone that might stand out from the rest. Networking wasn't really one of his strong suits, but he liked to think he had an eye for talent. Figuring he might get some of the more interesting characters by offering a challenge, Kholvar raised his mug high into the air and started shouting.

"A hundred credits to anyone who thinks they can down a mug faster than I can," He bellowed, his deep voice carrying easily over the noise of the crowd. Hopefully someone out there would take him up on his offer and he would get what he was looking for.

 

[Vera Tao]

Look, Vera liked cantinas as much as the next girl... probably more, and she had frequented a lot of them over the years, but why would anyone name a cantina the Moist Miraluka. It wasn't even a remotely appealing name.

So then why was she here? Simple. She'd landed her ship, and this was the closest cantina to the dock. It had alcohol, and that was good enough for her.

The bouncers at the front didn't have any problem letting a "tail-head" in. As much as she detested that name and all the associations with it, she couldn't deny that it was good for getting her in the door of... almost anywhere. "Patrons" loved Twi'leks for all the wrong reasons, and Vera wasn't above using that to her advantage, though anyone else who tried to take advantage would find some unpleasantness headed their way.

She'd just pushed her way through the noisy row of people around the bar, lit up a cigarra, and took a deep drag when the guy next to her started shouting about drinking a mug faster than him.

She glanced over and frowned, blowing free a trail of smoke as she watched him.

You're on, she said, and the comment was immediately met with several chuckles from those standing nearby. At close to twice her weight and a foot taller than her, the kitty-cat had an obvious advantage, but Vera was anything but an inexperienced drinker.

Or better yet, the loser pays for the next competition, she said with a smug smile. Endurance drinking.

Either she had to pay for drinks until she could barely stand up - which was going to happen either way after her nice freight haul - or she was going to have her drinks paid for by someone else. Either way, the only loser was her liver. @Logan

 

[Cavalry]

Cav was already in a bad mood, his contact having been a no show. The Rodian owed him money for a job he had just finished, and now he was on the kill list. The Mandalorian sat at the bar and was deep in thought, his gloved fingers drumming the surface in front of him. He had been asked about drinks a few times, but he turned it down each time.

He heard the call for a drinking competition nearby, and he briefly looked over, but he looked back right away. He glanced down at the datapad that had the details of the Rodian on it. Cav’s blood began to boil at the thought of it, and he wanted nothing more than to tear the man’s head from his shoulders.

He casually glanced over at the others around him - most of the patrons looking shady. Cav could barely hear himself think as he looked at the bartender.

“Has someone by the name of Grik Toras been about?”

“Huh?” She couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“GRIK TORAS! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?” He raised his voice as the music went through a pause before the beat dropped, ensuring that others around him heard the name. The Mandalorian looked around, grimacing beneath the helmet. Then again, perhaps this had the benefit of the name being familiar to someone else here.

@Phoenix @Logan

 

[Kuro Sawa]

At a table in the far left corner, Kuro Sawa had both his feet propped up on it as he rested with arms folded across the chest. In spite of the booming music and boisterous voices all around the outlaw kept his eyes shut as if sleeping in a quiet field. By this point in life he was used to this kind of environment, so it didn’t bother him much.

A young blue Nautolan in a purple makeshift outfit was walking by when he noticed the human seemily asleep. Surprised the young man tilting his tentacled head examined Kuro for a moment. The bystander grinned and whispered. “Easy credits.” Looking side to side to make sure no one noticed what he was about to do the Nautolan approached his would-be victim.

Now only inches away the thief slowly reached for Sawa’s right pocket with his opposite hand. Suddenly Kuro’s eyes opened and he grabbed the outreached arm and twisted it. The blue Amphibian cried out in both shock and pain.

Forced to his knees the wannabe pickpocket looked up at Kuro Sawa who was fully awake. Maintaining a firm grip on his captive Kuro remarked. “I would give you points for effort fish boy but your whole execution sucked. In my experience it pays to make sure your mark is really unconscious or not.”

To demonstrate his point to the punk Kuro without hesitation tightened the hold, causing the Nautolan to squeal. “Okay, okay I get it man. Please let me go.”

The outlaw shook his head. “You’re in no position to bargain with me kid.” Staring down at the youth Kuro continued. “I’m quite tempted to break this arm right now and fry your miserable hide. Guess what junior no one will give a damn if I do.”

Frightened the Nautolan sweated as if in the middle of Mustafar. However, with another sigh Kuro Sawa finally let go much to the thief’s shock. “Get the hell outta here before I change my mind.”

Nodding the aquatic being nursing his injured arm ran away as fast possible, nearly running over in a server droid in the process. Subsequently Kuro heard the drinking challenge and quickly noted the overgrown white cat with the large mug. Interested he was about to take offer when a blue tail head agreed to the bet. Chuckling Kuro choose instead to sit back and watch the fun.

Pulling out a cigarette he lit it before glancing toward Kholvar(@Logan), Vera(@Phoenix) who were now joined by the pointy ear fellow Ejanni(@Reddsentinel).

“I have a good feeling about this one.” Kuro said to himself with growing amusement.

 

[Preef Callo]

The Twi'lek dancer looked like she was about to earn some extra credits on the floor when her eyes fell on a familiar figure and she recoiled and made herself scarce quicker than an outnumbered jawa. "Osh, she left already?" The culprit said, having caught a glimpse of the Twi'lek just before she disappeared behind a bouncer. Sighing, both corners of the rodian's lips turned downwards before he lifted his generous glass of gutter-riped Hutta Shine, Plenty more Tellee- Tewwol- girls on Shaddaa!"

Needless to say Preef wasn't having his best night out on the Smuggler's Moon. He'd used up most of his credits and no one knew he was part of the Crimson Dawn, or they simply didn't care because he was merely an indentured scoundrel without a crew or a prospect. He needed someone big, strong infamous that he could associate with..yes. Thus looking around the Moist Mirakula he spotted a large furry creature he'd seen in there before and he knew the furry was a big spender considering he drank expensive stuff. "They ant flinkin'- shine! Now Tsiri!"

Now striding -for all intents and purposes he was clearly waggling- over to the large furry creature (@Logan) he was about to loudly pronounce his presence when he realized that...well, he had momentarily forgotten his name. By the time he found it again (it was in his left pocket), the furry creature had already been joined by two individuals clearly taller than the young rodian and found that while he had regained his name, had lost his courage.

Thus Preef took another large sip of his Hutta Shine, mumbled something incoherently and starting searching for a pretty Twi'lek.

 

[Jagged Sonora]

Unknowingly to the other Patrons, a smuggler by the name of Jagged Sonora have been observing the scene for quite some time. Fresh off a Spices smuggling mission, Sonora decided to spend some time and credits at the nearest cantina, which happened to be Moist Miraluka. His solo mission ran smoothly, as usual, and he is in a pretty good mood. Ordering a fine Andoan Wine, he take a seat at the very edge of the Cantina, giving him a clear sight of what happened at the bar.

Sipping a glass of wine, Sonora examined the loud yet interesting patrons. A brash, young Trianii, overconfident Twi’lek, Mando, interesting looking Human, lewd Rodian, and possibly a Jedi Knight, seeming very out of place. “It’s gonna be a long, long night”, he murmured to himself.

Finishing his wine, Sonora withdraw from his table and walked towards one of the interesting patrons. He knows that he won’t be able to stand the drunk Trianii and Twi’lek or the obscene Rodian. His poor, old soul. He also knows better not to attract any Jedi attention. He’s still wanted by the Coruscant government, after all. The Human, however, took his interest. Looking quite mature and modest, yet flashing those sparks of charisma, Sonora decided to approach him. “What an interesting scene, eh?” taking a seat beside the man, Sonora continued, “I’m pretty certain that huge furball gonna cause a huge scene sooner or later.”

@Logan @Phoenix @Sreeya @Reddsentinel @Minuteman75 @Ecclessey

 

[Kholvar Varaxes]

As luck would have it, it didn't take long for a potential challenger to appear before Kholvar. Needless to say, he had been expecting someone of much higher... girth to present themselves as his adversary in this endeavor, but he'd been surprised before about how well tiny people were able to down their alcohol.

"Sounds like a plan to me, blue-skin." Kholvar said with a hearty chuckle, pointing towards the bartender to tell him to bring over a second mug. The mugs looked normal in the hands of someone like Kholvar, but when Vera would go to pick up hers she'd realize it wasn't quite the normal pint she'd be used to.. it would be more like two quarts. "Or is it more of a green-skin? I can never really tell with you Twi'leks. Doesn't matter, I guess. You ready.. teal skin?"

Raising his mug, Kholvar tapped the bottom of it onto the bar before slamming it back and beginning to chug it. His massive throat was able to open wide and let the almost thick, black liquid funnel easily down his throat. The now empty mug would return to the bar in around three or four seconds, Kholvar's eyebrow raising curiously as he checked to see how his partner was doing.

It was then that he heard another patron (@Sreeya) shouting about a man named Grik Toras.. which rang an immediate bell with Kholvar, which caused his eyes to narrow slightly. "Mando! I know the Rodian Toras," He said, forgetting about his contest for a moment, shouting over to the man in the t-visor. "That slimy bug eyed piece of bantha shit owes me money."

It was then that Kholvar noticed Preef Callo (@Ecclessey), and maybe the sudden intake of several quarts of strong beer was clouding his judgement, but he swore the Rodian looked just like Grik Toras. If it wasn't, this Rodian should know all the other Rodians on Nar Shaddaa, right? That's how these things worked. Kholvar totally wasn't a racist pile of garbage. Nope. Definitely not.

Pulling out a blaster, Kholvar aimed it at Preef, and looked over towards the Mando. "Where's Grik, bug eyes?" He asked Preef, brandishing his blaster menacingly. "You take us and maybe I won't shoot you in the face. Maybe I'll even give you some money... but mostly I won't shoot you in your ugly ass face."

Two more mugs of beer appeared on the bar behind Kholvar, and without taking his good eye off Preef, Kholvar started talking to Vera again. "I'm game for round two if you are, cyan skin. Just lemme deal with this Rodian first."

Kholvar wasn't super keen on leaving the cantina at the moment, so he'd accept just an address from Preef. Of course, if the Rodian offered him nothing or pretended not to know, well, hopefully this cantina had a decent insurance policy for broken furniture. Kholvar didn't like not getting what he wanted, regardless of whether his assumption that all Rodians knew each other was ridiculous or not.

 

[Preef Callo]

The potent moonshine had considerably slowed Preef's mind and that while the young rodian already wasn't the smartest bucket in the department store. As such he stood there staring for a few seconds, his large eyes blinking in intervals while his mind tried its best to process the sudden threat.

"Grick..?" his word lingered, for he hadn't the foggiest until he remembered hearing that name very recently, too, "Oh Grik! Grik Tsorash!" he beamed as he started nodding enthusiastically despite still not having the foggiest what was going on, but Grik was a common enough name among the Rodians on Nar Shaddaa, so..

"I splayed Pazaak mith (a) Grik-" suddenly and at a quite odd time considering recent events, Preef only now seemed to realize he had a blaster pointed at his head and however potent the moonshine it couldn't match the sobering shock of your life being threatened. "-wow ah, fluddy. Why don't you put the blaster away first." Gulp! That came out way more confident than he felt.

Turning one grey eye to the Mandalorian (@Sreeya), the anxious rodian added "Mando there knows you can't just shoot the Crimson Dawn and get away, right Mando?" he was desperate in hoping the Mandalorian would back him up, but apparently the furry respected the man in armor so if Preef could appeal to him...

@Logan

 

[Vera Tao]

Teal (bue, cyan, green (really? not even close to green)) skin was an improvement over tail-head, but only barely. Have you exhausted the list of colors you know kitty-cat? she asked insultingly with an unamused roll of her eyes. When they finished their full and over the top rotation through their sockets, they settled on the mug - or rather jug of beer she was expected to consume.

Oh boy... she thought to herself. It was almost as big as her head, and it took her two hands just to hold the thing steady enough to drink out of it. This was a mug for a Wookiee or a... whatever this guy was.

She began to down the drink when Kholvar got distracted by shouting and a Rodian. Vera saw this as her opportunity to capitalize. With his attention drawn elsewhere, some slight of hand exchanged her nearly-full mug for the one of the man next to her, which was now empty. The Chevin next to her didn't object as it gave him a nearly full mug, and it looked like she had downed her drink in no time. Win-win.

Her own hand didn't drop to her blaster - after all, this wasn't her fight - but she did immediately start studying the parties involved. A huge cat, a Mando, and a Rodian walk into a bar... and on Nar Shaddaa jokes like that usually ended up with a literal "punch" line. She took a slight step back and puffed on her cigarra again, careful to stay out of the way and secretly hoping that a fist fight - that she wouldn't be involved in - would break out.

That was when a moment's recognition sunk in. Wait, is that the back room pazaak game I keep hearing about? If he's in there they don't let people in unless you have an invite from a member, she said. If this Preef was a member, that opened up a whole new line of intrigue. The payouts for those games were huge, and the prizes were well-guarded, but not secured by any of the Syndicates. That meant it was potentially fair game. @Logan @Sreeya @Ecclessey

 

[Cavalry]

Things escalated rather quickly, and not in the way he would have expected. The oversized cat suddenly piped up that he heard of the name, and he was even louder than Cav had been. The Mandalorian said nothing, though his head whipped in that direction. What followed was even more entertaining, a blaster being abruptly drawn to train on another Rodian that happened to be there.

Cav stood up from his seat, surveying the situation with curiosity. It wasn’t until the Rodian began to speak that the familiarity registered - perhaps he was just as racist when it came to being unable to tell the difference between Rodian. His jaw tightened at how angry he was at Toras, and the fact that this Rodian had played pazaak with him only fueled the situation.

The Mandalorian crossed his arms over his chest as the Rodian fumbled to get the blaster out of his face, “I’ll pepper you with bolts anywhere he misses,” He said gruffly, “If you’re chummy enough to play Pazaak with that son of a bitch, you can do yourself and us a favor and take us to him.”

That was when the twi’lek piped up about the exclusive Pazaak game. Cav had vaguely heard about it, but he couldn’t imagine a way to break in. The games were usually high stakes, and people bet on high prizes such as ships and sometimes even entire businesses. Even if they didn't find him, there would be lots of people with lots of fancy objects for the picking. The Mandalorian paused for a moment before looking back at the Rodian.

“Get us in there,” He said quietly, “And I might suddenly remember we’re in the same gang.”

@Logan @Phoenix @Ecclessey

 

[Kuro Sawa]

Needless to say Kuro was not disappointed with the show as he chuckled to himself. Within a minute of the drinking game the large white feline(@Logan) was already threatening a Rodian(@Ecclessey) while the blue Twi’lek(@Phoenix)cheated behind her opponent’s back, giving the full mug to an already intoxicated Chevin in exchange for an empty mug.

Not bad, not bad at all. Before Kuro Sawa could think on it further a dark skinned human(@ArkhamKnight) took a seat next to him. Raising an eyebrow at his uninvited guest the former orphan remarked. “Well no shit captain obvious, Anyone with eyes and brains would’ve know that. Who the kriff are you?”

Subsequently Kuro heard the struggling Rodian speak and much to his shock he recognized the voice. Emperor’s ghost! It’s that crazy bastard from that Trais train job I did weeks ago. He thought privately before commenting to Jagged Sonora.

“I bet ya twenty credits that Bug Eyes over there just pissed himself.”

Well to be fair anyone would be nervous caught between a giant cat and a Mandalorian(@Sreeya). He overhead some of the conversation that revealed some backroom gambling in the place. A predatory grin surfaced on Kuro’s expression, thinking all of the credits that could be found there. The outlaw will wait and see if Preef really could be able to lead the others to the jackpot.

 

[Preef Callo]

Strangely enough Preef was quickly distracted from the fact he had a blaster aimed at his face and before the large cat could do anything, the rodian first turned his head towards the Twi'lek and nodded. He had no idea what "back room pazaak game" she was talking about, but he wasn't about to disappoint the only Twi'lek that showed any interest in him. "Yes, yes-" he said, nodding again, now to the large furry and the Mandalorians. "-only for members eh? Preef Callo-" he pointed to his own chest, "-that's me-" he said while glancing towards the Twi'lek as she was the only one he hoped would really remember his name. "-is a member, sure."

The words of the Mandalorian came next and frightened Preef to the bone, "b-b-butt-" he stammered, not understanding what the seventeen year old slicer Grik did to make this Mandalorian seething with hatred. "-Grik isn't-" he stopped himself, beginning to understand that they weren't talking about the Grik he had in mind... this was going to get awkward. The real surprise, however, was when the Mandalorian said he was also a member of the Crimson Dawn. Figures, the one time Preef decides to drop the name of the organization that literally owns him, he tells a proper member.

Thinking on his feet, which admittedly wasn't his strong suit, the young rodian nodded and kept nodding for several seconds. "Yes, yes- if blastercat here won't shoot my head off I can introduce you to Grik. Sure." He looked at his glass of sewer-riped Hutta Shine and shrugged, it still had several mouthfuls but it could just be his last drink so he put it to his mouth and gulped it down in its entirety.

@Logan @Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Kholvar Varaxes]

To be quite honest, Kholvar couldn’t quite tell if this Rodian was the luckiest guy to have ever lived or the dumbest. If he was lying about knowing Grik and this pazaak game, well, there was no real telling what kind of terrible face-and-ball torture he’d undergo from the Trianii and the Mandalorian. If he wasn’t.. shit, he’d just better hope to high hell he wasn’t.

“Fine,” Kholvar said with a shrug, stowing his pistol back from where it came. He wasn’t ever going to shoot Preef in the face anyway, it was mostly just a scare tactic. Probably. You never know.

Looking over at the Twi’lek for a moment, he noticed that she’d actually managed to down her drink and was still standing, an impressive feat in and of itself – and that deserved to be rewarded. “You get me, the Mando, and this Twi’lek into the pazaak game and I’ll make it worth your while. But only if we find Grik.”

Grabbing Preef by the shoulder in a friendly manner, which may have seemed unfriendly to him considering Kholvar’s massive hand took up pretty much the entirety of the Rodian’s shoulder area plus some extra, Kholvar pushed him towards the fabled “back room.”

As they approached, a slider opened up in the middle of the door and a fat Gammorean’s eye peaked out. “Member only.”

Ugh, Kholvar hated Gammoreans. Fat kriffing disgusting, dirty ass ugly smelly pig kriffers. Yuck. But, sometimes you gotta dig through the shit to find the gold. This was one of those times. “My buddy here is a member and wants to get us in,” Khovlar said, trying to sound as un-disgustipated as possible.

The Gammorean eyed them all up and down and shook his head affirmatively. “I recognize. I let in.” Apparently Gammoreans thought that all Rodians looked the same too, or maybe Preef wasn’t actually lying. Kholvar was leaning heavily on the former, but hey, he’d been surprised before.

The door swung open allowing them each to come through, and lo ‘n behold, Kholvar spotted Grik in about two seconds flat. “How you wanna go about this, Mando?” He asked quietly. Guns a’blazing seemed like the most terrible choice, but he knew the reputation that Mandos carried. Trigger happy idiots the lot of them. ”Honestly didn’t think we’d make it this far and assumed I’d be cleaning Rodian guts off of my shirt by now.”

A wicked, playful smile creased Khovlar’s lips as he said it, his eyes going back to Preef. He’d let the Mando lead for now, considering he seemed to have the most beef with Grik in the first place. Plus, if anyone was gonna die tonight, it would be the instigator, not the giant cat-person standing idly on the sidelines watching the whole thing go down in flames.

@Ecclessey @Sreeya @Phoenix

 

[Vera Tao]

If they were going to crash a Pazaak game and rob some very dangerous people, then she was glad that she didn't down two quarts of beer already.

Her eyes flicked around to the trio of people that had become her unexpected team. A Mando, a big cat, and a Rodian. The latter one seemed to have that look in his eyes that so many people had when they looked at her and she rolled her eyes before looking back to the others.

It was short order before the cat had grabbed the Rodian and was pushing toward the back room. She followed along behind the others, surprised when they actually managed to make it past the front room. Vera was a thief, but open gunfights weren't really her thing. She hoped they had a plan that wasn't to run in guns blazing. Not to mention she didn't really trust her companions.

We need a distraction, she said. If they were going to do this they would need to draw out as many people as they could first.

If we can get upstairs I could slice the fire suppression system. Building like this has that foamy type of suppressant, makes a mess of everything and very distracting, she offered. Getting upstairs would require a small distraction with a single guard by the stairs, but nothing compared to what they would need to pull all the guards in the room away from the money they were guarding. @Logan @Sreeya @Ecclessey

 

[Cavalry]

Cav sneered beneath the helmet, “All right, Queef, lead the way,” He grumbled quietly as he followed the group. He didn’t like that there was a ‘group’ involved, but he didn’t mind the big cat at least. To his surprise, Queef actually did manage to get them into the Pazaak area, but he suspected the Gammorrean actually had no way to tell Rodians apart.

After they entered, a quick scan unveiled a treasure trove of goods. He couldn’t help but grin beneath the helmet and spot all the stacks of credits and jewels everywhere laid up for bets. It was a wonder how Grik had managed to get in, though he probably pretended to be another Rodian.

The cat turned to Cav and asked him to lead the way. The Mandalorian began to open his mouth to speak, but was rudely cut off by the twi’lek woman. He slowly turned to look at her, “You have a problem with knowing your place, girl, so I suggest you keep your trap shut until your copious amounts of brain tentacles can come up with something better.”

Within moments, there was a high pitched squeal as Grik immediately noticed Kholvar and sprang up from his table, pointing at the big cat and shouting frantically. The Mandalorian remained calm, continuing to speak to the twi’lek with his gaze trained ahead, “And second, you’re an imbecile if you think we can be discreet when we have a kriffin two meter tall giant cat that Grik is terrified of waltzing into the same area as him,” It was almost comical how Kholvar stood out like a sore thumb, being not only massive but bright white.

He quickly reached for a smoke grenade on his hip, tossing it as several guards looked around trying to spot them. The smoke went off at once, giving the group the chance to roll and scatter in all directions. The shootout they had wanted to avoid so desperately just became their reality.

@Phoenix @Ecclessey @Logan @Minuteman75

 

[Kuro Sawa]

Quietly observing the small party Kuro gave Jagged(@ArkhamKnight) a nod, taking his leave. Credits here I come. Getting up from the table the outlaw made sure to keep a certain distance from the group. While it was tempting to invite himself over their little band Kuro had a feeling they don’t want an extra person at the moment.

Beside need to see if that crap for brains Rodian can get them inside first. Then I’ll make my own entrance.

Keeping to the shadows Kuro Sawa watched the Mandalorian’s party manage get themselves inside the back room. He grinned with sheer delight. Now it’s my turn. Confidently strolling to the door with both hands behind his back, Kuro stopped a few feet just as the slider opened again.

“Members only get lost.” The Gamorran grunted in annoyance.

Smirking back at the fat bouncer Kuro laughed. “Don’t worry Piggy I only have one question just for you. Is it true that your mother is gonna dance at the pole later tonight?”

Shaking his head in disgust he added. “I feel sorry for every poor bastard that has to watch her perform.” Outraged at the insult to his beloved mother Gamorran let out an angry snarl. Without hesitation the bouncer opened the door to beat the insolent human to death. However, Kuro was ready for him.

Swiftly the outlaw kicked the Gamorran right between the legs. Squealing in pain the overgrown pig dropped to his knees. Subsequently Kuro drew his pistol and clubbed the guard in the head with the butt of the gun. Unconscious, the Gamorran fell back with a loud thud.

“Thank you piggy I will let myself in.”

Said Kuro in a mocking tone. Just as he entered inside the room was consumed in a great cloud of smoke. Acting on instinct the former orphan took cover on the side of the left wall. Things have gotten even more interesting he realized.

@Phoenix @Ecclessey @Logan @Sreeya

 

[Preef Callo]

Preef was confused. He didn't see Grik and was about to voice his disappointment and on top of that heavily considered to start begging for his life when his new "friends" started acting like... oh kriffing kark! Bloody specists.

Then a rodian, probably Grik, spotted the big cat and the Mandalorian started arguing with the Twi'lek. It was a very dysfunctional thing which frankly took way too long. Preef spotted two more Gammorreans coming from another room, holding axes and thought to be frowning.. but with Gammorreans you could never be sure. Taking his blaster pistol to hand he quickly took aim at one of them, "You people act like you've never hold up a Pazaak den before" the pulled the trigger about the same time the smoke grenade went off. A good robbery didn't involve sprinklers or a lot of smoke, for the victims needed to see you and be scared of you, not getting away in the chaos.

Holding his breath to avoid getting smoke in his lungs, Preef crouched down and to the right. He was pretty sure he bolt should've hit the big piglet, but the smoke had made it impossible to confirm.

"Oh NoOo! Kholvar and Cavalry!? I didn't do nothing!" a squeeling force could be heard from somewhere in the smoke-filled room. "I pay Hutta with winnings!"

@Sreeya @Logan @Phoenix

 

[Kholvar Varaxes]

"Oh for kriff's sake," Kholvar exclaimed as Cavalry tossed his smoke grenade. If this was the way they were gonna take from the start, Kholvar would have much rather just kicked the door in from the word go and light up all the idiots in the room before they realized what was going on. Oh well, when life gives you Mando flavored lemons.

Spotting one of the pazaak tables, Kholvar crouched and rolled his massive ass over towards it, flipping it over to use as cover. Pulling out his own blaster, he popped off a few shots and laid out two of the Gammorean guards who were attempting to stop what was surely going to turn into an all out, gun slinging riot.

It was then that Kholvar heard Grik's shrieking above the chaos, and he couldn't help but let out a loud, boisterous laugh. "It's too late for that now, you bug eyed piece of bantha poodoo!" Unfortunately for Grik, there was only one entrance into this room, and therefore one exit. A security measure likely, but it worked both ways.

"Mando, blue-skin girl, don't let the idiot get through that door!" Under normal circumstances Kholvar probably would have added a threat to the end of that exclamation, but there was no telling of the Mando would turn on him and put a blaster bolt in his back, and there was no sense in giving him a reason to at this point. He didn't really find the twi'lek that threatening, but team morale was also good.

It wouldn't take long for the Gammoreans to stop coming in with axes and start bringing in blasters, so they really needed to get what they came for and get the kriff out. Leveling his blaster, Kholvar put another few shots towards where the guards were coming from, hopefully to keep them hold up inside while his... partners? got a move on.

@Ecclessey @Sreeya @Phoenix @Minuteman75

 

[Vera Tao]

What the kriff did he just say to her!? That was it, she wasn't going to put up with that bantha poodoo.

Listen kriff-stick, just because you're too stupid to figure out how to be discreet, doesn't mean... but she didn't make it any further than that. As much as she would have liked to yell at him, not being shot was far more important, and now that blaster bolts were beginning to fill the air, whatever anger she had was being channeled into not dying.

Although this wasn't her first gunfight, she wasn't nearly as calm about it as a hitman or a mercenary. She pulled the blaster pistol from her hip.

Smoke was filling the room and everything seemed weird... her hands were shaky, but she took a deep breath and started to move. She opened fire toward the back room where the guards were, keeping them momentarily at bay as well. She spotted the one that she assumed was Grik heading for the door, which was reinforced by kitty-cat shouting about stopping him.

He kind of ran toward the other end of the room, looked for an exit, realized there wasn't one, and then ran straight toward Preef in his hope to avoid either Kholvar or Cav.

Then things started to get worse. From the back room that the Gamorreans had been in emerged what looked to be an old repurposed KX droid from the old Empire days. They were notorious for being big, strong, and capable of taking a beating. Armed now with a blaster pistol and a bad attitude, it opened fire on the would-be robbers.

 

[Wesk]

THEME​

This was not Wesk's first time in a Nar Shaddaa bar. However, it was the first time she had been brought to a backroom pazaak game. It had seemed easy enough to play with the proper amount of calculations. Someone had mentioned that counting cards was not appreciated so she would keep her analysis to herself.

Grik, some young slicer that had chatted her up a day ago, had invited her to this game. His voice seemed to have always elevated a few octaves whenever he had spoken to her. Or maybe his voice dropped whenever he talked to other people. Perhaps that is what people around here do to seem tough. In hindsight Wesk realized that Grik had probably just been excited or nervous around her. But she was not interested in boys her age, or of any age for that matter.

It was then that she heard the screaming. Wesk looked away from the mirror in the private refreshers towards the door. It did not seem like a joyous scream though so chances were that Grik had lost a hand of Pazaak, again. The sound was muffled still and added voices along with aggressive tones added to a guess at what was going on.

The door from the private refresher slide open with a hiss to reveal the redheaded teenager wearing a simple outfit and carrying a backpack. He expression quickly went from neutral contemplation to visible confusion and curiosity at the chaotic scene before her. Smoke was rising, currency and blaster bolts flying just as fast as the curses did from an assortment of scoundrels.

Soon it was hard to see anything save for the flying blaster bolts. Wesk knew that she did not care for the Gamorean guards. They were an aggressive bunch and not very interesting. Then things escalated even further when the KX droid moved from its dormant stage. Wesk surmised that she would be labeled as an outsider and grouped in with the robbers despite having no affiliation. She could not even see who it was, only hear them.

"Nope." She took a step back, letting the refresher door close again in front of her. The last thing she wanted was to get shot. Wesk had to come up with a plan to get through all the violence right outside. Pulling her backpack around in front of her she began pawing through what she had inside in the hopes of sparking an idea. I have a computer spike, no I don't want to get near that droid. Blaster, not likely. The people outside were much deadlier than she was. Just holding the blaster would probably result in her getting shot. Thermal putt...maybe. Commlink...definitely.