Foreign Lands with Untold Plans [Mandalorians Welcome]

[Jonny Priest]

[This is a social thread open for the first four or five people to hop in. I'm hoping to avoid too much violence aside from maybe a club fight or two. Mandalorians definitely welcome.]

It was a club like any other club, filled with patrons of any and all kinds there to enjoy music, drinks, drugs, and the company of strangers and friends alike. There was a bar at the back of the large, open dance room, with three doorways on the right wall that led to VIP private rooms for special guests who had an itch for sex and narcotics. On the left wall was the entrance to the club, with nothing more that would peak anyone's interest. At the front was a stage, which yielded the floor to exotic Twi'lek dancers and a performing musical artist.

The music was loud, the room was foggy with smoke, and the drinks were glowing with the various mixtures filled with potent alcohol-sugars. It was an ideal place for those who were looking for an intense and good time. The bar, however, mostly entertained one, lone, steadfast customer while the dance floor was packed tight with the rest of the patrons who sought to get off from the rumbling bass and close quarters. James sipped on a mug of glowing green ale as he puffed on his cigarette.

He wasn't there for any particular reason other than to try it out. He was on the planet for some r&r, and heard that the club was fairly popular, so he stopped by. He like the drinks, the women were beauties, and he didn't have to do much besides sit back and relax. He was left alone for the most part, which was alright in his book. He was Mandalorian, meaning he mostly associated with other Mandalorians on a personal and intimate level, while the rest were mostly business relationships. Hell, he wanted to make sure that the woman he married, if he ever did marry, was a Mandalorian. A few ladies caught his eye, but he was still waiting for that perfect match to drop into his life.

In any case, he was there to relax, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He wanted to enjoy the break while he could. Who knew, perhaps he would meet a friend or two while he was there.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii approached the bar, drink in hand, smoke hanging out of his mouth. In his glass, located in his left hand, was a mirky brownish fluid which was a mixture of God-knows how many alcohols and other intoxicating substances. The smoke in his mouth was another mystery compound, whatever it was the smoke rolling out of it's smoldering tip would cause weak men to go light headed. Still dressed in his grey scarred armor, bucket clipped to his belt, Prudii slipped over a stool at the bar and puffed on his smoke some more before pouring the last of the drink's contents down his throat. Sliding the glass across the bar he nodded to the bar tender "Hardest thing you've got."

 

[Outlander]

Tala stepped lightly into the bar. She was not happy with the plan, but it made sense, and so she went with it. She already had a man inside she could pull in at a moment's notice, and if things went awry, they'd need him. She scanned the room for the man she was meeting. after recent events, she didn't want to meet him in public where others could be watching. But, they insisted, and yet again, she went along. it wasn't like she could say no. They had to work together. Besides, he could trust her, and she could do the same. And that lightened the burden somewhat.

 

[Bardan Kex]

Bardan Kex strode towards the tavern, his blaster rifle clung tightly to his chest as he scanned the area with the three-sixty degree display offered by his HUD. He was displeased with the current situation, there were Commandos that needed training and that surely would have been a better use of his time than serving as an Escort. If it were a more important meeting than yes, then he could understand why he had been chosen to escort his Leader to this meeting with the leader of the Mandalorian Underground. Behind him the young leader walked, his Indigo and Silver armor catching what little light illuminated the ally way, to his side strode Inga Kelborn like wise clad in her war plate. Accompanying the party was four additional Commandos, selected for the detail for the crime of annoying Kex in one way or the other.

The former Imperial would be the first through the door to the bar, his rifle still held across his chest as he moved in and immediately began scanning the bar. Behind him one of the Commandos and then Inga before their leader and the rest entered. Something about one of the men at the bar stood out to him, the grey battle damaged armor caught his eye. Bardan had seen a suit similar to that in the recent past, but no surely it couldn't be that man. He'd note him, keeping one eye on the warrior as the party took notice of the Twi'lek Mandalorian Tala Outlander seated near by with out a drink in front of her, from the look she had only arrived a few minutes before them.

"Our friend is waiting." the First Commando of Renelo would announce to the party, with a nod in the direction of the Underground's leader.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii, already feeling quite intoxicated, but not enough to dull his skills turned his head and his eyes narrowed. He bit down on his smoke and inhaled it a bit more before taking another sip of his drink, setting the smoke on a rag nearby while doing so. He elbowed James, feeling a little more talkative than usual. "You see that woman over there? Real piece of work she is."

He slid his helmet over his head and shook his head "I'm about to do something I probably shouldn't."

With that he reached behind the bar and grabbed a new glass. Cocking his arm back he pitched the makeshift projectile at Tala.

 

[Outlander]

Tala turned as she began moving forward, looking over towards the bar. She just saw the projectile fly at her; and she coolly dodged to the side, avoiding it as it smashed down behind her, shattering to hundreds of tiny shards. She couldn't see who had thrown it, and decided to keep going with her objective.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii, mildly disappointed that his projectile had missed, tilted his helmet up and took another sip of his drink and puff of his smoke before setting both back on the bar and lowering the helmet. Even during social events such as this, he maintained a certain level of paranoia. And when members of a cocky group that had recently tried to end his life began showing up, that paranoia demanded he put his helmet back on.

 

[Crim]

Inga had expected the situation to go sour. She hadn't, however, expected it to open with... projectile bar glasses. She had to give Prudii props for being ballsy, but he definitely lost points for form. And... his childish attack. But, unfortunately for the KES lackey, he left himself open. Inga had just entered the bar when she saw Prudii raise his glass above his head and toss it. He was reaching for his helmet. Her reaction was split-second. Inga quickly reached into her belt and grabbed her pistol. It was as simple as aiming it and firing three shots. Two aimed at the direction of Prudii's body. One aimed at his head. He was defenseless, distracted, and surrounded by Mandalorians. It was a lightning reaction; if not to protect her friend Tala, at least to cash in on that bounty on Prudii's head. That sweet bounty.

And she really wanted to kill him.

 

[Outlander]

Tala immediately went to a knee as she heard shots. In the illumination of the blaster bolts, she managed to make of the man at the bar. "Prudii" She thought. She removed her Blaster Rifle, quickly bringing it up and firing at the man, aiming across his chest to account for any movement of his and firing three shots.

 

[Prudence]

Unfortunately for Inga Prudii had already put his helmet on before tossing the glass. The shots, ringing off his chest plated and helmet interrupted him before he was able to return for another drink and smoke, and also alerted him he was no longer welcome here. Withdrawing a pice of flimsi he handed it to the man he had elbowed. "Call me. " with that he stood and walked towards the door. Quickly exiting.

 

[Bardan Kex]

As soon as the Grey Warrior had turned, helmet now on his head, Bardan would recognize him. Prudii Kyramud, the loud mouthed melodramatic former Mando who had served in the employ of the now defunct KES. His arm went back and a glass went soaring threw the air. Near by Inga went into action, her pistol barking, bolts racing towards the enemy of the Confederacy and Underground. Kex and his Commando's quickly joined in on the thunderous action as the man got up to leave, the First Commando's rifle raising and his sight drawing a bead square into the man's back. His trigger depressed as he fired several quick shots at the target, his men mirroring the response. Prudii had just made what would, if Bardan had anything to say about it, be his last mistake.

 

[Outlander]

The shots slammed into his armor as he turned to get up from his seat, the first two hitting his armor and charing it, the plates reforming under the heat.

 

[Prudence]

Prudii, interrupted in his attempts to leave, found himself pinned by enemy fire. He pulled himself over the bar for cover. As he did so he felt shots impact the cape onnhis back, bruising his skin but doing nothing more due to the flame retardant material. Once behind the bar he reached for his belt, withdrew a flash grenade and tossed it towards his attackers. Finally Prudii began to work his way down the bar, trying to find a way to escape.

(No outlander I didn't ignore your attack. You posted right before I replied to Igna. )

 

[Prudence]

((OOC: Can you all understand you just blatantly ignored the OP's request for little violence. My glass thrown was a light hearted bar fight. ))

 

[Crim]

Inga's helmet shielded her eyes from the blast. Ah, MUNIN helmet upgrades. Thank you so much. she thought to herself. Extending her left arm, she balled her hand into a fist. A grappling rope shot out of her gauntlet, her MUNIN targeting system allowing her to aim. She fired the grappling hook at his center of mass. It had a calculated 33% chance of wrapping around his waist. 66% chance of wrapping around his legs. With her right hand, still clutching the pistol, she shot at the back of his legs for good measure. In the back of her mind, Inga giggled. I finally get to use this for something not involving grappling ledges and drunkards

((Yeah, your armor is durasteel, so a direct hit to the head and chest is still going to AT LEAST damage the flightsuit))

 

[Bardan Kex]

Bardan and the Commandos moved towards the bar where Prudii had decided to seek cover, the five of them spread out in a semi-circle to prevent any escape from their side of the bar, while leaving openings for the others to join in on the fight. They'd take note of the Flash Grenade, Kex and the Commandos would lower their gaze to avoid any flash their visors wouldn't auto dim, firing on fully automatic to make up for their lack of direct attention. The blast would be dampened by helmet systems. As soon as the flash had finished how ever they would all be back on target.

 

[Prudence]

"STOP!" Prudii shouted, his speakers amplifying his voice. He was pinned down behind the bar, commandos blindly firing their automatic rifles quickly approaching him.

"What do you want from me? I seek to peacefully leave." He said, trying to keep from insulting any of them. "This is a public, semi-respectable establishment and we really don't want law enforcement arriving."

Over his comms, not outwardly projected he hailed Phenom.

"Get ready to intervene if they won't stop."

 

[Richie B.]

Triton was like any other Matukai warrior a nomad that let the force guide him coming to the club wasnt something he would normally do but many of his order and the people he knew said that the young man should try to do something that was a little bit normal and social. Something the warrior struggled with which explained why the warrior was only wearing his white robes the Matukai warrior didn't have his weapon or armor but it mattered little as he was a Adept an capable to handle almost anything. When the warrior got close to the club he heard sounds of a fight thanks to the force enhancing his senses, the warrior like most that call themselves warriors had a very well kept body standing at over 6 ft tall the warrior made sure his entire body was ready to fight, even his nails were well kept an would allow him to blind someone with them. Pushing the doors open the young man walked with the force already empowering him ready to strike at those that were fighting to break up the fight.

Yet what the warrior saw was something he didn't expect it seemed several people were ganging up on this one man though he was able to survive the fight so far the warrior could tell that would soon change. The warrior ever a tool of the light side felt he needed to intervene and stop this fight from causing more injuries and worse deaths.

"HEY THATS ENOUGH BREAK IT UP OR THIS ISN'T GOING TO END WELL FOR YOU!" Triton would scream at the armored people if they didn't stop attacking they would soon find themselves in a fight they couldn't win.

 

[Outlander]

Tala kept her rifle held horizontally, aiming square at the bar the Mandalorians had encircled. Her helmet have her a good view at the apparently unarmed man that had interrupted them. "This isn't your fight." She said, calmly over her speakers. "This man is a wanted psychopath and traitor to the Mandalorian people."

 

[Bardan Kex]

As Bardan paused momentarily to reload he would signal the Commando's at his disposal, each of them would be coming up on needing to swap out power cells, and since Prudii had called out for them to negotiate this would be their best time to do so. Driving the fresh power cell into the weapon, he'd notice a third party enter the bar, what appeared to be a Matukai Warrior in plain white robes and carried no weapons, though rumors suggested they didn't need them. Even with the seroiusness of the situation at hand Kex had to fight back a laugh at the large Warrior's demand that the Mandos cease their attack on someone that was not only an enemy, but had initiated this contact. "We have a contact rear! Keep focus on Prudii though!" he called out over the comms to his Commandos as he and one of the other warriors spun around, their weapons now trained on this new threat. The remaining three team members would keep their attention and weapons trained on the bar, he'd click the comms to an open broadcast to address the new comer. "I don't know who you are friend, but this is a situation you don't wanna be in. Turn around now and forget you were ever here."