Clean is the Desert, Dirty is Tatooine

[Alana Lynn]

Even by the time this one had his blaster in his hand again. Rats is what she was thinking that was a nice looking blaster even if it was a little worn looking. At what her eyes could tell. Even so she couldn't help but feel a hand upon her shoulder even before a tight grip could be had on her she was spending like a top. Staff was in her hand now as hit the man in the face. Not hard enough to knock him him out but enough to tell him that she meant business.

Even then she played duck duck flying jaw, why on all the galaxy not so green planets did the jaws get thrown like cheap rag dolls. Having that feeling again as if he was back on her in a slit second catching the name of the guy blaster it must of been, "No hard feeling, Dash is it man, could use that blasted pointed behind me at that scary looking ape." giving her head a toss back behind her shoulder.

 

[Tuco]

Silwen rolled up onto his feet. He swayed slightly and had to give his head a shake to clear the cobwebs from his brain. He has just about got his wits back when he heard blaster fire.

Diving down behind an upturned table, Silwen thought to himself "Can't these people just calm down for longer than two minutes."

He stuck his head up over the table to see the source of the blaster fire disappear out of a back door. Seeing no easy way out of this situation that he literally stumbled blindly into, Silwen decided to just keep his head down and hope the commotion would just blow over.....sometime.....maybe.

 

[Piri]

Aleem felt their presence. Felt their eyes on him. Their intentions were clear before even brushing past the dissipating crowd.

"Urban brigands." He said to himself.

Suddenly, hell broke loose with blaster fire - not from the men coming for him but from the former brawlers. Okay, fine, one must ever adapt. As always the one's with making the most racket thought themselves the target. Unfortunately they'd only included themselves in a new fight altogether which challenged a mighty hand of Tatooine politics, likely a proxy group of the Sith.

Since Aleem's arrival on Tatooine and his involvement in the planet's politics, he'd enraged a few groups who preyed on the smaller ones now united to counter their dominance. Throughout this period, the Sith began extending their influence through weapons and money - thinking Tatooine only a good source of information from the spacers. This group may very well be attached to them.

Aleem turned around, still holding the glass in his hand. Suddenly behind the cover, the apparent leader of the group - incidentally who'd been shot - yelled:

"He's got a following, boys! Kill 'em all!"

Aleem then opened his hand, the glass flew toward one of the mercenaries beginning to aim his blaster rifle, hitting his uncovered face where the glass shattered. With a scream he fell backward, letting his rifle go. The rifle flew towards the group of bar brawlers, landing at one of their feet. Aleem's hand still extended, he looked toward them, calmly yet firmly ordering: "Defend yourselves, you are a part of this now."

He quickly turned back toward the mercenaries, of which there was one remaining and the other wounded but able. Aleem merely extended his hand before the third, apparently frightened, dropped his weapon and ran out of the cantina. Aleem then approached their leader and pressed his boot into his wound, staring at him with his intense scowl. "Who is your master?"

 

[Dash Aandek]

"Defend yourselves, you are part of this now."

"Er... alrighty." Dash said in confusion to the sudden new arrival; the flying glass instantly letting Dash know the man was; if not a Jedi; a force user; and therefore; somewhat worth listening to. Dash finally switch his blaster from his left hand to his right; sweeping around the room. Fortunately, with the arrival of a force user, most of the men seemed reluctant to start any sort of trouble, lest they find themselves on the business end of a lightsaber, or worse.

Instead, Dash stepped up to the force user; keeping his blaster trained on the other merc's who weren't being interrogated.

"So, Bee.... friend of yours? Or did we just get caught up in some real Bantha fodder?

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

"The latter, kid." Bee-Den looked at the force user, "My ship is close to here, best ship in this system....I'd take that over this firefight."

Bee-Den kept his blaster trained on the mercs, ready to blast away any of them. Across the room, a zabrak sat behind his flipped table, he spoke into his holocron, "Boss...It's the smuggler, Bee-Den....yeah I know he's been off grid but it's him I swear! Send a squad my way!!" He pulled his blaster and aimed near the group.

 

[Alana Lynn]

All she did was take cover and watch the on going. It seem to be getting more interesting by the second with now it seem one of those force user joining.

All she could do was play with her stick to bring it closer like that was going to protect her from the likes of this one that was new.

 

[Narsi]

Skliara laughed as she witnessed the quick end to the "marauders." Standing over against the wall, her wings folded tightly across her back, she made an unassuming figure despite her great height. She hadn't planned to be so close to the pitiful fight but she was glad she had watched it. Skliara had never witnessed a force user so close and was rather impressed with the quick handling of the situation. Resisting the urge to greet the force user, still mindful of her less than dignified appearance, she instead started to shove for the bar while ignoring the gaping audience and interrogation.

 

[Piri]

"AAGH!" said the lead mercenary with Aleem's boot pressed into his wound.

The commotion didn't stop there, as with any violent situation in a public area. "My ship is close to here, best ship in this system....I'd take that over this firefight," said one of the former brawlers. Unfortunately for them, they were now entangled in something larger than themselves. Whatever their previous reasons for being on Tatooine, that changed with firing their first blaster bolts in a conflict perhaps they'd been avoiding for some time.

Aleem didn't bat an eye from the mercenary, while answering the offer simply: "Yes, I would appreciate that. Also. that would be best for you all now."

"I ain't tellin' you poodoo, Mystic." He said with a resentful glare, equally smiling as his hand opened, unveiling a comlink. Someone else was listening. Someone would be coming, if they weren't on their way already. "Reconsider your position and loyalties in relation to your mortal life." Tatooine made Aleem much tougher than he was previously, though this Merc wasn't the first to be subject to it. A sign of the times that one must adapt to survive.

All the while across the room another threat appeared from the crowd, a Zabrak aiming his blaster at the group. "This isn't finished." Aleem quickly moved his arm behind him, snatching the Zabrak's blaster before sending it back into his face, knocking him out. "My patience is run out." Aleem then flew the blaster just above the Merc's face before smashing it down, knocking him cold as well.

"We must leave. Now." Aleem made for the door, veiling his face.

 

[Dash Aandek]

"Er... we?" Dash questioned for a second.

Man, what else do you have going on?

Good point...

"Uh... I'm in." Dash said with a shrug, following the force user. "My swoops outside; my ships at the spaceport. You got a place in mind?"

 

[Narsi]

Skliara's curiosity flared as the action surrounding the force user and his helpers continued to grow. Watching the man veil his face and head for the door calling to his comrades, she smiled and followed them towards the door shooting contemptible looks at the cowering blonde human and the purple looking kid. After they left she would take to the air and follow them from above, hopefully she would get to watch a good show and you never know, fights could be fun.

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

Bee-Den grabbed Aleem's shoulder, "I'm in Port 47, you can't miss Hade's, she's a beauty. meet you guys there."
The smuggler threw on his grey leather jacket and nodded to the group. He quickly busted out of the back of the cantina into the busy street. He tried to blend in as good as possible, he was so close to getting the hell out.

"Iosis!", Bee-Den cringed as he turned around to see three rifles trained on him. Suddenly, a man stepped out of the dust, a young, tall man with long brown hair, he was the bounty hunter, Jagen. He picked at his gold plated teeth with a metal toothpick, smiling a smug grin. "Time's up, Bee-Den. The boss has been nagging for your head for years, about time I give it to him."

Bee-Den looked around, a trapped mouse in a room of cats. He spotted a large animal carrying cargo on its back, he even spotted the strap holding it. Before the squad could fire, Bee-Den fired at the strap, releasing it and blocking their fire. With the distraction he took off through an alleyway, surely still being followed.