Hutta Drink Up

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros yelled – or, more accurately, roared – as his body collided with Hugo’s, trucking the man and sending the two of them flying for a few seconds. The heavier Duros twisted his body midair and dragged the two of them down to the side. The two tangled men soared through the crowds, slowly angling downwards, until they collided with a group of brawling Mandalorians and rebels, sending them scattering about to find new opponents or forcing them to hastily scramble over Leandros and Hugo to get back into the fray.

Leandros landed on his back with a heavy krump, either from whomever he had the fortune to crush beneath him or because his jetpack just got dented. Either way, Hugo attempted to get in the top mount on him as soon as they landed. Leandros noticed this and immediately pushed against his thighs with his arms, simultaneously shrimping his legs out from underneath and wrapping them around Hugo’s hips, putting him in his guard as he rode his own waist up as high as he could on the Duros, trying to go hip-to-hip. He crossed his ankles so the Duros could not easily escape as he threw his punches.

Leandros had total control of the Duros’ hips, and with that, his body. His first wild punch landed, since he was in an offensively-dominant position, but the Mandalorian would not allow him to get the second off. As soon as his arm swung back for another punch, Leandros pulled his legs inwards and bucked Hugo, pulling him down and towards his head. Normally, the response to this would be to headbutt your opposition, since you could swing your head downward into theirs. Unfortunately, Leandros had a helmet on.

While the Duros tried to pin his other arm, Leandros pulled Hugo down with his legs and reached up with his right hand, hooking it around the back of his head. Yanking it downwards, he did a sit up as he lifted his helmet, forcing the two of them to ram into each other, the crown of his helmet aiming directly for where Hugo’s nose would be, if he had one. Hopefully with the sudden shock of the headbutt, Hugo would loosen his grip on his left arm. If that happened, Leandros would quickly swing it into the side of the man’s head as he maintained a grip on the back of it with his other hand.

@Minuteman75

 

[Arda Breaux]

Everything was spiraling into complete chaos and Arda was standing right in the middle of all of it. Her ale still at hand as she watched the Mandalorian she had been following fall to the ground after meeting his fate with a beer bottle. The other Mandalorian who she impulsively challenged was now at the kriff list of a very drunk and angry Wookiee and the rest of the bar, well, it seemed like it was every Mandalorian and Rebel for themselves and their drinks. Though Arda didn't feel in any bit surprised, this wasn't the first time she had encountered the Rebels getting into fights...though they weren't with local riff-raff, they were with allies this time and wondered if this counted towards an exercise in defense and offensive tactics.

She tried to maneuver in between swings, avoiding to spill her ale, it was so far the best thing she has had since returning and felt over protective of a glass of wheat and citrus elixir. But it was short lived as she felt something smack forcefully into her healing blaster wounds; the surprise and the pain was immense and instantly, the Jedi dropped her drink, glass shattering on the floor as she quickly spun to see the culprit who did it (@Kraken). The Mandalorian shrugged and then blamed the unconscious being on the floor of the club.

Arda wasn’t impressed and the girl immediately charged at him, tackling him into the window of the club, sending them both through the glass plane and onto the streets of Nar Shaddaa. Luckily being on the first floor didn't mean they fell very far, but for Arda, that was painful mistake still as she worked on regaining her feet, "Kriffing..."

 

[Hugo Ion]

Dazed the Commander did loosened his grip. While he didn’t posse a nose the pain spiked all the same and Hugo saw stars for a few moments. Head ringing the Duros couldn’t help but think. Stang hurts like hell! No wonder they wear these kriffing helmets.

Soon as his vision cleared, recognizing the sight of Leandros T-shaped visor Ion scowled like an enraged nexu.

All the rebel leader can think how this man spit upon his comrades, both the living and the dead as far he was concerned. While the Field Marshall did had him restrained by the limbs and hips Ion refused to just stay there and do nothing. Without warning Hugo let out a roar like none of his rebels or Mandalorian allies ever heard him utter. Then threw his head back toward his opponent’s helmeted face repeatedly. Despite the torment he was inflicting on himself and the green blood coming out Hugo refused to stop.

All that matter to him in that moment was to fight back regardless.

@Painus

 

[Nikka Toren]

She grinned at the compliment; she felt the veil flutter off of her face slowly as she was grabbed by the wrists, and dragged. She would use the opportunity to shake her head, letting the opponent--a female like her, by the sounds of things-- to see the heavy scars that were etched across thin skin and bone, dense networked scars that were simply hollow places where eyes should have been.

"You're not too bad yourself, for a metal-headed-"

When she was speaking, two things happened. One, the woman's leg underneath her gave her just enough leverage to slide her knee up, trying to squirm up the woman and get to her feet. Second, someone flying landed hard against her back, causing her to suddenly lurch forward and jam her knee approximately where the woman's throat was.

If she was stunned enough, she would have used the opportunity to jerk her back up, forcing the unfortunate lady(@Dread) that would have landed against her to be shoved back up. And conveniently next to the bar, too. Panting, Nikka grinned with her ghoulish exposure of eye sockets. "Two Narcs for myself and my new friend here," indicating the odd predicament that was (@Algarus ) the strange Mando, then grunted as she shifted back even further, attempting to pin her down using her own legs.

"Nikka Toren, pleasure to meet-"she grunted once around the pressure still on her wrists,"you. Drinks on me?"

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

Rayne spotted someone in a light garb on top of a fellow mandalorian(@NikkaToren), taking advantage of the environment, Rayne took three quick steps and launched herself off an empty chair. Rayne flew through almost two full meters before bringing her right fist down hard on the back of @NikkaToren's head, Rayne followed it up with a quick left jab, and one more right handed haymaker, all trained on the woman's head, the shock gloves letting off sickening zaps each time. Rayne had her footing, and was prepared to go to full combat with this woman, when she noticed a strangeness in her eyes, or rather her lack of eyes.

What the fa... Rayne started.

 

[Corrine Solus]

Song after song the party never stopped. Corrine was laughing along the whole time. How many beers had she had? It was hard to tell. She'd lost count after the first two, not by means of blacking out, she just simply didn't count. And that was alright with her. Tonight was a party. She only hoped she wouldn't make any more of a fool for herself. She was ever so thankful that she wasn't the only person here out of armor though as more and more rebels and such showed up for the party.

Singing along to the songs she knew, and laughing about the others -was there seriously one about a Jedi with a performance issue?- Corrine continued to enjoy herself in whatever way she could. And then the brawling happened. Corrine couldn't wait to get in and throw a punch of her own. She was out of her armor, and so already had a strong disadvantage, but that was alright. She was also significantly faster now and that would work to her advantage. She moved her way into the crowd of chaos and waited for someone to come looking for trouble. She didn't want to hit just anyone in the back of the head. She had honor. She'd make sure they were paying attention first.

And then her eyes found Arturo, her soon to be hubby (@Kraken ). Corrine did a cute little shriek that wasn't heard over the loud and crowded room. But she'd start making her way over to him when suddenly he was being tackled and the girl he'd been fighting (@GABA ) both fell out a window.

"Arturo!" she screamed and raced after them. Looking out through the hole of shattered glass she'd call out to them. "Hey! Are you both ok?!"

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros shouted a powerful ”Oya!” as his headbutt and subsequent head punch landed, eager for more violence. He had the Alliance Commander right where he wanted him with control of his body and at least two successful, jarring smacks to the noggin. He prepared to let go of his guard and shrimp away from the man to rise, but then Hugo did the exact opposite of what he expected. As his vision cleared, the Duros let out an otherworldly roar, surprising even Leandros for a moment. Rather than punch him or attack his limbs or try and escape his guard, Hugo threw his head back and rammed it into his head back into his helmet. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Good gods, was this man trying to commit suicide with his opponent’s helmet?

As Hugo went down for another headbutt, his face battered and becoming increasingly bloodier, Leandros stuck his palm out and caught his head, pushing against his weight and momentum to keep it from hitting his helmet. Normally, he would not really care, but it was kind of getting annoying and his own head was starting to hurt, not to mention the fact that Hugo likely had a concussion by now. He commended the man’s ability to strike out despite the odds and precarious situation he was in, though, but it was stupid the way he went about it.

Leandros opened his guard and squeezed his knees together into Hugo’s sides to keep him still. He kept pressing against Hugo’s head with his right hand and used his left hand to strike at the inside of one of his elbows to collapse his position. Quickly planting his feet on the heavier man’s hips, Leandros extended his legs outwards and pushed him back towards a small gathering of brawling people, tucking his legs close to his body and standing up.

His helmet had green blood on it, as did his hand, but he at least allowed his enraged opponent the opportunity to stand back up and fight him on even terms, even if he was disoriented to all hell. He took a defensive athletic stance, bending at the knees and keeping his hips slightly back, hands ready and in front of his body. "You call that fury?!" he shouted at the man as a challenge, inviting him for another attack.

@Minuteman75

 

[Brianna Saxon]

The knee to her throat as soften by some of the armor from the suit, but it did cause Brianna to gasp for air for a moment. Her helmet had indeed not been locked in properly as it went tumbling away into the rest of the brawl. If Brianna had been able, she'd toss a kick to whatever Bantha headed fool had plowed into them. When the blindfold fell away from the woman on top of her, the Mando was struck looking at the wicked scars that took up a place in the hallows where the woman's eye should be. Damn. That was all she could think. But it wasn't a sense of disgust, but respect. To undergo that level of scarring, and not let it impact your fighting capacities? That was damn impressive. Or the girl was a jedi.

Either way, Brianna gave her props for attacking a fully armored Mando. As she grappled with the eyeless woman, her focus lapsed at the sight of the scars, but came back as the 'Nikka' wrestled her for control. "Brianna Saxon." The Mandalorian would growl back, with the biggest grin she could must on her face. "That's...fine with me!" She muttered, as they fought back and forth. When another woman ran up and began attacking Nikka, Arial scowled and looked up at the now stunned woman. "Hey, what the hell! She was buying me shots!" She'd shout to the one who dared interrupt their fight, and aim a kick at the woman's ankles. Oh yes, this would be a hell of a good night.
@Mad Dog @Killa Ree

 

[Ner Giza]

Full of laughter, she rolled away from the Mandalorian (@Raydo), having lost her grip on Nikka’s (@Killa Ree) hand with her fit of the giggles over Aly’s limerick and went careening off toward the bar. And that is when she saw him, Devrim (@Vosrik). And mother loving mynock wings was he jacked. Some kriffen Rodian got in the way of her view and she decked him to the floor with but one punch. He looked pretty much beat up anyway and hopefully would have enough sense to stay down this time. Ah but the sight of him throwing his jacket off and rushing into the fight made her yell out, ”Whooooo CRAIG! Kick some bucket heads!!!”

She laughed and recalled she was on the way to the bar and was not to be deterred, not even for a sexy bod. She was a women who had her priorities straight and enough of her wits to duck the incoming punch of another of the Mando warriors with which they had allied. It made her heart feel wonderful to see everyone bonding like this. Turning she nearly took a mug of booze in the face, but she raise her left hand and grabbed the man’s wrist (@Taz) and with a swift leap into the air, her right foot kicked off the helmet of another of the rowdy gang and, releasing her hold on his wrist, helped to swing her around and plant her seat right on the generous Mando’s shoulders.

Her legs fell right into place to fall down over his chest and she tucked her feet under his arms to lock against his back. The man had some girth, however, and her ankles couldn’t reach one another. Drumming a top his helmet she let loose with an ululating scream and said, ”Tome Burc'ya. At chaavla sa shebs be'striili!” Tycho (@Nommie)had made sure she learned the important things.

 

[Nikka Toren]

She suddenly spasmed when the first attack from the shock gloves connected to her head. And when the second slammed in, she was suddenly knocked hard enough to gain some clarity back. Oh, kriff, it hurt worse than when she was nearly flayed alive by a rockslide at Ord Mantell. The bellow she let out was loud enough to snap her out of the numbing stun, still jolting from aftershocks, in her native language, temporarily forgetting all Basic.

"Hi'litka!"

The sudden pause as the newcomer's reaction to her eyeless sockets made her grin grimly. Every nerve ending sang with pain; she suddenly knelt her legs next to Brianna's torso and wrenched to the right, avoiding that third hit that would surely black her out. The spasms had been enough to break Brianna's hold. Now it was possibly two against one. She suddenly lashed up her head at the other attacker's stomach, her left wrist still locked in a hold. This would cause an interesting reaction of her reaching up, and then being forcefully slammed back down by the extent of her arm. Both the two shocked hits had caused her to bite her tongue and cheek. Blood gushed down from her lips, but she didn't seem to notice.

She smiled grimly. If the attack to this second opponent worked, it would bring her to her knees. "Hit a blind girl, why don'tcha?" she growled, and if she was on her knees next to them, she'd offer her hand. "You want drinks, too? First round's on me, Sparky."

If not, she wasn't going to take hits idly. If she was going to go down, she was going to go down swinging.

In either case, she didn't have much else to lose. She was already stress free. Ahhh... fighting could oddly be cathartic.

@Mad Dog @Algarus

 

[Rayne Kelborn]

Rayne had taken a hit to the legs, causing her to fall forward, just as she got headbutted in the stomach, the second attack wasn't enough to get through her armor, but definately surprised her. She fell forward, her left knee landing on the bicep of the mandalorian below (@Brianna Saxon)

Down on her knees, Rayne realized the nerf dung who'd swept her legs was the mando on the bottom of the pile, What the Fhtagn!? Rayne yelled as she sent a right handed straight punch toward the pinned woman's temple, the shock gloves giving off that familiar zzzzaappp, as Rayne pushed it into the girls head.

You little kriffing kriff, what the kriff, kriff! Rayne yelled as she pummeled the pinned mandalorian girl two more times with shock punches to the head.

Rayne hadn't been put in a talking mood yet.

 

[The Eternal (?)]

Valentine had his back turned to everyone and the song started by Hugo was the only thing making noise at that moment. The Jedi was taking another sip from his drink but that's when a cacophony of even louder noise just erupted around him. There were shouts and battle cries before the sound of shattered class and fist fighting joined into the fray. Val didn't even wanna turn around and risk it, just sighing as he rubbed his eyes hearing the "battle" behind him. He had just dealt with a group of Mando's trying to challenge him and he didn't need to turn around to have one punch him directly in the face. Val was still a Jedi and had his senses to rely on in case someone wanted to attack him from the rear and that was good enough for him. But like he told Daz, Val didn't feel like dealing with bullshit with having just rescued Arda and that hasn't changed in the slightest, wanting to only be a spectator in this.

That's when the one that sang about his dick came up by the counter, reaching for Val's bottle before coyly telling him that he would need something girthier for the man next time. Val couldn't help but chuckle at his words before turning his gaze to the singer, "You did seem to enjoy it, didn't you?" That's when all of a sudden the Mandalorian was flung into the air and away by General Greybok out of nowhere, the Wookie clearly drunk as a woman began insulting him and calling him names while also attempting to calm him down. The massive Wookie didn't even to recognize the Jedi and Val grabbed his bottle once more before tapping the lip of it against his own temple as a mini-salute to the general, "Thank you, sir." He took another swig, making the bottle nearly empty now then Val turned around slightly to put it in the open hands of a nearby Rebel before the man used it and smashed it over some random Mandalorian's head. Val was happy to help the cause.

Val then heard another OYA shouted across the bar but this time by a familiar voice, recognizing it instantly. Snapping his gaze toward that direction, he saw Raz barreling towards him and headbutting anyone that dared to stand in her path. Then suddenly she started to throw mugs and glasses at whichever unlucky bastard managed to get hit in the head by them. Raz closed the distance before headbutting another Mandalorian that was standing right beside Val. The Jedi just watched in stunned wonder at the man falling to ground, not able to speak before eventually glancing back at her as she recognized that Val was standing there as well just watching her. Both of them didn't know what to say and he arched his eyebrow slowly at her after a second, "... Are you planning to headbutt me?" Raz then stepped forward without a word and Val was then fully expecting her to headbutt him but instead, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and spun him to face the rest of her clan. Val was drunk and seeing her in full Mando style was new to him to witness but that's when she called out that he had bigger balls then the Wookies and said the other Jedi were little fairy bitches. He could only stare at her with his mouth agape slightly at her words before he facepalmed right there with his face flushed, "Jesus kriffing christ, Raz." He certainly didn't expect that to go well with the others and probably ensured that more fights were going to ensue because of it. She certainly had her way with words but Val looked at the silver lining of that he was getting free drinks out of it and that he seemed to be getting left alone.

That's when Leah spoke in, having noticed that Raz had joined them and made a comment about she could join her one and only in her seat. Val could already hear the snark dripping from Leah's words and he knew Raz would be staring back at her with fire in her eyes while he just stood awkwardly in the middle of them. Val had his arms crossed across his chest and just stared at the ground but he eventually just cleared his throat, "So, I'll let you two work this out..." Val took steps backwards until his back hit the counter once more and propped himself onto it, swinging his legs over after that before landing on the other side. While he let the two girls speak, Val had his back turned to them while he personally scanned over the shelf of assorted alcohol. Even as he attempted to find a new drink and objects flew towards from the fights all around, he would simply duck or dodge without looking as the bottles would shatter against the wall and keep on searching. That's when Val eventually found another handle of whisky, his preferred drink as he smacked his thumb against the cap and with the help of the force it just spun until it popped off and opened for him to drink.

With that out the way, Val turned back around to face the brawling crowd, just gazing about before he hopped onto the other counter behind him and rested his elbows on the shelves. The handle dangled between his fingers as he would take swigs while watching whichever fist fight he could, each one interesting in their own way. As more and more alcohol continued to enter his system while he watched, the Jedi realized that this barfight was missing the most key ingredient. With him on the counter, it gave him a height advantage to let him peek over others and Val's eyes eventually found their target, a jute box in the corner that was still turned on and waiting to be played. Even from where he was he could see the selection of the songs and lifting his hand, he used the force to file through different selections, Val squinting his eyes to make sure he was reading them correctly. He eventually found the right song and pressed play on the machine, quickly turning the knob on it and making the volume blaring to be heard over the shouts and shattering of objects and furniture and have it played through the entire building. Val instantly started to sing along, closing his eyes as he had both of his index fingers raised and swinging them around like he was conducting an orchestra. Instead of others playing instruments, it was Rebels and Mandalorians beating the shit out of each other but Val was too drunk now to care and much rather enjoyed this version.

"Soooooo happppyyy toooooggettthhhheeerrr." Val then opened his eyes, waving his fingers with the bottle in hand like he was beating the drums along with the song. He stared down at Raz and Leah, wondering if they boiled down into a fight now as well. The Jedi wondered who would win in a catfight between the two, weighing the pro's and con's of both of them. But Val was too caught up in the song and a smile was plastered on his face as he continued to drum along, "I caaaannn't seeee me loooving noooboodyy buuuut yooooou foooor allll myyyyyy llliiiiffffeeee." Val didn't care about singing out loud, the fighting was too loud and on everybody's mind as it seemed everybody was fighting except him. When he sang along with the song, his eyes had been locked on Raz, most likely watching either headbutting someone new or hashing it out with Leah but the words resonated with him. Maybe it was the alcohol but the more he tried to think on it his thoughts seemed to slip away easier each time and he drank more to try and help. Either way, Val was certainly drunk and entertained so he kept his conducting going as he aimed his index fingers at another fist fight before continuing the motion, still singing along as he enjoyed the show.

@Sreeya @Deviant

 

[Alysanne Drast]

There was a theory, a crackpot theory, but a theory nonetheless, that the afterlife shared the taint of the dark side. Those of the Light found the eternal embrace of the Force waiting for them after death, but those corrupted by the Dark Side found themselves drawn into the taint. Into Chaos.

As Alysanne stood there, she wondered if there was some truth to it, because it seemed like the gates of Chaos themselves had opened up and spilled all around her. Confused, and more drunk than she had initially thought herself to be, she glanced all around her for....something.

And her eyes fell on a large cask of ale sitting on a shelf behind the bar all the way across the chamber. That was what she wanted, what would help her make sense of whatever was going on. She reached out with he Force and grabbed the cask. Slowly, and with a great deal of care, she raised it into the air and began floating it along the ceiling towards herself.

She held it in a firm grip, something that took way more effort than it normally should have, but it was coming towards her, when suddenly there was a shout from behind her and something went flying. She didn't see what it was, not till it was too late and a chair came into her view and crashed into the cask. She watched in slow motion as the cask exploded, the combined pressure of her grip and the chair's impact too much for it, and for a second the ale stayed there, almost held in place by her grip. Till it slipped out, and exploded all across the ceiling, before coming down over almost all the revelers present there in a cold, sticky, golden shower.

Standing there, now drenched, she could only stare with an expression of sadness on her face. Oblivious to the glares and curses being thrown at her by those around her, similarly drenched, for in that moment she knew she had found salvation, and let it slip out of her hands.

 

[Raz Solus]

Raz was entirely unfazed by the bar erupting into utter chaos. This was all quite standard for Mandalorians, but it was refreshing to see the Rebels throw down just as hard. Her attention was briefly on Val, grinning beneath the helmet as he asked if she would headbutt him, “And ruin that mug?” She responded under her breath so only he could hear. However, she pulled back from him shortly after, looking back to see everyone burst into fighting.

As Greybok flipped over a chunk of the bar, Raz gingerly stepped to the side, letting Dalyn faceplant wherever he did. She caught Leandros looking at her for a moment before he charged in to engage Hugo of all people. Raz’s own attention was drawn by a woman speaking to her. She turned her head to look, spotting the Jedi she had met on Mon Cala. Raz wasn’t the most socially savvy person, but even she could pick up on snark. Her jaw tightened, and her nostrils flared, all taking place under her helmet. Did this woman really think they were on a first name basis?

Raz entirely ignored Val for now, her focus on the Jedi that decided to be rude out of the blue. What was her beef, anyway? Was this because the Mandalorian didn’t take her seriously on the ocean planet? Raz said nothing for a moment, not even looking to the side as she hunched a little to allow Cait to sail directly above her head across the bar. She finally shifted slightly where she stood, “That’s all right,” She said to Leah curtly, “Why don’t you enjoy a drink on me, Jedi?”

With that, she slid a mug over towards Leah. The mug skidded across with enough force to tilt and splash all over Leah, drenching her in ale. Raz tilted her head slightly, “Oops, I’m still adjusting to this prosthetic,” She said smoothly as she lifted her cybernetic arm and flexed and released the metallic fingers.

She kept her gaze fixed towards Leah, not even flinching as liquid splashed on everyone from the ceiling. A flashbang off in the corner and chairs and bottles were shattered all around. Raz kept her head up high, perfectly still and looking at the Jedi with a posture that very clearly wished she would.

@Deviant

 

[Daniel Solus (old)]

Daniel stirred, coming back to consciousness slowly as the noise of the all consuming brawl filled his ears. It was disorienting, especially as someone had lobbed a sticky grenade all over him. Eventually though, as the sounds of a song--a good one, but not the best--filled his ears, he managed to wrench himself free of the sticky substance. How he had escaped molestation while passed out on top of a table (how had he ended up on top of a table again?) was anyone's guess. He didn't ponder the thought long though.

He could see Raz's husband kinda dancing by the jukebox. He called that dancing? It looked like he was conducting an orchestra. Whatever he was doing, the music was just wrong. Daniel elbowed his way through the brawl and made his way over to Val. He busied himself with the jukebox until he found the perfect song. Daniel and Val seemed to be of the same mind that fighting eachother was bad. Daniel understood that. However, Val seemed to have already started a dance battle and that was just harmless enough for Daniel to get behind.

He nudged Val as he hit play, the new song abruptly changing and tunes filled the bar. "You call that dancing?" He asked Raz's husband, taking a long swig from a bottle of something that burned his throat like liquid fire he had grabbed from a nearby table. "I'll show you dancing."

Daniel turned away as the song got into it's groove and hopped onto the bar and began to dance.[/COLOR]

@Orbit dance battle engaged.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros kept squared up with Hugo, grinning devilishly beneath his helmet as he waited for the Duros to make his move. His opponent was likely stunned and disoriented, his own fault, and would take some time to react to his challenge. Leandros took a step forward, about to initiate his own attack on the man while he still had the opportunity. Suddenly, however, the music cut on and the tone of the fight took a drastic shift. He turned his head and saw that damnable Jedi (@Orbit) atop the bar counter, drunkenly conducting their fight and ogling Raz with his stupid witchy eyes. His face was already red from the fight, but now his temper flared and he decided to act on his own lack of inhibition.

Before Hugo could make a move, Leandros grabbed the nearest patron – another Duros, no less – and threw the man towards the Alliance Commander in order to tie him up. ”I’ll deal with you later,” he growled, turning towards Val and charging towards him. After a step or two, he jumped and activated his jetpack’s combat function, sending him soaring towards the Jedi at a remarkable speed, aiming to ram him directly into the wall of booze behind while he was preoccupied with drinking and staring at Raz.

”Jeeddiiii,” he growled under his own breath as he flew, his arms widening and opening up to catch the man’s body and push him back, using his weight and the power of his jet pack to do the work for him. His eyes were locked on Val and his face was frozen in a scowl, compelled by some otherworldly force to deal with the man and end his pitiful serenade. He did not even know why he was mad; perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was the fact that it was a Jedi, perhaps it was because of Raz. Either way, he knew he had to beat the kriff out of this guy, and nothing short of the gods themselves would prevent him from doing this.

 

[Dalyn Solus]

Dalyn did not know what happened but for one brief moment, he found himself held in warm arms that smelled of tihaar and ale, and in the next he was airborne, soaring through the air as the gods had never intended for Man. It was nearly a religious experience, that moment of weightlessness as the world twirled and spun around him. The flashing lights of the club mingled into a kaleidoscope of color and sound, and Dalyn could not pinpoint where he ended and the Universe began. The colors were growing brighter, greens and reds and... was that cyan? He crashed into a young woman with bright colored hair (@Plebometer), his pauldron meeting her nose in a crack of shattering cartilage and a fountain of blood that coated the white and grey fur of his vest. Stumbling to his feet, idly noting the tooth embedded in his pauldron, Dalyn glanced around in confusion before catching sight of the tall beast that had thrown him. Grasping for his helmet, he slid it over his head and took off at a run, gription boots activated and giving him a boost as he scaled the side of the bar and with a burst from the repulsors embedded in the soles launched himself at the Wookiee General(@Malon) from behind, aiming to hit the drunken beast in a boosted huttball tackle to the knees.

"YOU GOT FUR ON MY BLOOD VEST, YOU KARK DAMNED WALKING CARPET!"

 

[Brianna Saxon]

Brianna felt her face go numb as she had now another random woman on top of her, the first two shots she let the girl have, but with the third one Brianna threw out an elbow aimed right between the eyes and a right punch right between the nipples. The damn stun gloves backed a punch, reminded her of the time she accidentally put a energy cell on her tongue as a child. Her mouth was definitely bleeding though. Not that she minded, she was getting used to the taste. "Eh,wat te fuk!" She yelled at the woman she had just hit, though between the drinks and the blows from the shock gloves her speech was not running at it's highest capacity. She'd push the woman off her, and look to Nikka and pat the woman on the cheek. "'Ow abot we caw a twuce." She almost shouted looking between the two women, as blood began to run out of the corner of her lips. She might have also bit her tongue. How strong were this damn gloves? "I ned a fetping drink!" She sputtered and moved to stand up, only to see a fellow Mandalorian dancing on the bar. He was making an ass of himself now, and you know what? Two could play at that game! Brianna moved to get up, she was going to challenge that no talent hack dancing on the bar. She looked to her two new 'friends' for support.
@Killa Ree @Mad Dog

 

[Alysanne Drast]

Drunk, drenched, and severely distressed by the loss of her drink, Alys jerked to life as a loud shout of ”Jeeddiiii,” (@Painus) went up behind her. Turning to see an armored figure flying through the air, the frightened girl's immediate reaction was to think that the man was coming for her, angry that she had spilled all that ale.

Without thinking, without realizing what was even going on, she reacted on instinct and closed her eyes and pushed away. With all her considerable strength, she sent a pulse of raw Force energy away from her, at the man. But he was not flying towards her, hadn't even noticed her, and so the blind attack went through empty air to catch a drenched bystander and send him flying through the air.

The poor fellow suddenly found himself flying through the air and straight at one of his own, who had just challenged Valentine to a dancing competition. So a flying bomber would be sent straight for the dancer (@Lucid), as Alys slowly opened her eyes to see the man she had thought to be flying straight at her nowhere to be found, wondering where he had suddenly vanished to.

Her eyes would finally fall on a familiar figure, and she darted towards her, terrified out of her mind. "Ma..Ma..just killed a man!" The words came out broken and terrified as she ran up to Leah (@Deviant), a few moments passed before she gathered enough of her wits to actually push out a coherent sentence. "Master Reach, I think I just killed a man."

 

[Hugo Ion]

Hugo fell back with a curse in Durese into the mass of people who were scattered by it. His head spinning and view disoriented the Commander forced himself up but was hit by another Duros. Pushing the other man off Hugo thought. Definitely going to feel this one in the morning and the next week. Holding the left hand over his battered face the Duros let go and through the burry vision noted the green blood on it.

Took a moment before realization finally hit him about what he did exactly as the music played in the background. Within a moment Ion was utterly quiet before he threw his head back and laughed out loud without restraint. Unexpectedly beer rain down on everyone as if from heaven. The Durosian cackle until both his head and gut started to hurt.

“I’m such an idiot.” He confessed with a quieter chuckle. Now soak all over in alcohol Ion tried to force himself up but slipped right back down on his butt with a thud. In the process causing the alliance leader laugh at himself some more.