Open Tatooine On the Job

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

In the cover of both the darkness and her helmet, Reiel was able to hide the startled expression the strange man's sudden action prompting from her. The situation was getting more and more out of hand – not something she definitely signed up for.

Something evil was... afoot?

Ah, feck it all.

If the female Jedi wielding the blue lightsaber had the capability to sense feelings – Reiel absolutely had zero idea how this sorcery, how this Force thing worked – she would catch on the growing panic building in the young Mandalorian's mind. Reiel's eyes quickly darted around the cantina, visor immediately honing in on the path towards the exit. Inching closer to the Jedi, Reiel would subtly nudge the former's side and – through the glow of her lightsaber – hopefully notice the discreet tilt of the young Mandalorian's helmet towards the entrance.

She paid no heed to the braggart who boasted of their – her? – fighting capabilities. Reiel knew jack about these newcomers, she could barely even get a proper visual on them because it was dark. Well, whatever. If they proved to be capable, then the young Mandalorian would not consider it beneath her to use their supposed fighting capabilities to her full advantage. This was the time to act like the bounty hunter she was, and drawing alone on her buir's teaching brought out the opportunist in Reiel.

The silence from the strange man's stun shot at one of the patrons was just the calm before the storm. Reiel, waiting, would use the opportunity once chaos ensues to just bolt out of the place – with the female Jedi in tow come hell or high water.

@Corbeau @DarkSaber @Aurius

 

[Nobody]

You stare in shock as the man chose to fire a blaster at one of those gripping weapons; regardless of whether it was fatal or not, he had given a clear reason and incentive to attack. Within seconds, at least twenty people had their weapons visibly out and pointed at the Mandalorian, three Jedi, and strange Sith. Were they to refuse to surrender, leave peacefully without their sabers, or something along those lines, it'd be difficult to avoid twenty pulled triggers.

In a tense bar when anyone there already would risk their lives to get a hold of a saber, there had been a sudden act of violence, an instigation of warfare that would not be taken lightly. More or less, the Sith had given up his opportunity to escape here a free or even alive man. At most, he'd leave gasping for breath as he struggled to walk through the pain of the blaster bolts that could fill his body.

And frankly, you won't care to help him. You don't know who he is; he's made a fool of the Sith Order with his brash and open actions, possibly even acting as a traitor towards their cause. Maybe with the Mandalorian and three Jedi they could fight their way out...but the Mandalorian looked ready to run, and none of them seemed the wisest.

With a sudden act of inspiration, you slowly draw a blaster of your own under the table, aiming at the original Jedi. If there was going to be shooting, you prefer to make a profit off of death. They needed a stroke of luck, a show of humility, some ancient Jedi wisdom that didn't include bragging about fighting ability...They needed to avoid a fight.

Else things might get ugly very quickly.

@Corbeau @Reiel Mal Crowholde @Aurius @Alania Vane @Malia Vane ​

 

[Alania Vane]

Alania sensed something. She looks under the table and see's a blaster. Oh you have got to be kidding me!
"Put the blaster down" she said. She drew her lightsaber and turned it on.
"Let's make this easy! Listen to me and no one will get hurt"

 

[Reiel Mal Crowholde]

Another lightsaber had been activated, this time from one of the pair of newcomers. From what light the weapon offered, Reiel could make out white hair and feminine features.

Another kriffing Jedi. Great. But where the feck were they all coming from? What business did they have here in Tatooine, anyway? Had the desert planet suddenly become a hotspot for these blasted sorcerers?

At least the collective group of both armed patrons and the bounty hunters were still too surprised by the strange man firing off a stun shot to even react. Reiel could definitely use the opportunity to bolt–

"Wait a damned second there, missy," she snapped at the white-haired female who demanded for everyone to put down their blasters but activated her own weapon nonetheless. Did she expect for these people to comply to her demand when she literally displayed that she was armed? If the young Mandalorian, the female Jedi she initially followed in this blasted cantina, the strange man, and then these newcomers joined forces, they were still outnumbered! "If you think they'll listen and put their weapons away while yours is active and ready to strike them down, then you're a damned fool."

It was not Reiel's intention to sound a little harsh, but she had already been quite anxious at the sort of trouble the situation had devolved into. The young Mandalorian had no desire to die in a kriffing barfight, let alone because of foolhardy decisions made by people she didn't even know.

Guess it truly was high time to put her diplomatic skills to the test.

(And bluffing, for the sake of the female Jedi beside her. Reiel did find herself in this situation because of her curiosity towards this one, and – hey – actually helped the latter fend off five of the hunters. There had to be some sort of camaraderie in there, right? The rest of them could just kark off.)

Reiel lowered her own blaster rifle as a sign of... goodwill? Feck, she was making things up as she went. One hand free of the weapon, she slowly raised an open palm so as not to startle anyone into pulling their triggers nor to make the impression that she might be lying.

Here goes nothing.

"You three," she told the Jetiise and the strange man. "Weapons down. These bounty hunters here clearly are in legitimate guild business. I say let them have their own bounties, let them leave. You're in no position to interfere–"

"And you coming in here, attacking us, have the right?" asked one of the hunters, blaster trained at Reiel in the dark.

Alright. Here went nothing.

"Because you're ganging up on my target, that's why," the young Mandalorian mustered evenly amid her panicked state. She switched weapon hands and proceeded to grab the female Jedi beside her by the arm. Should she comply and not resist, Reiel would be grateful. "My client wants this one alive, and if you all want to walk out of this place alive and with your own bounty, I suggest you let me be on my way."

If any of the armed patrons were aiming for sorcerer heads or lightsabers, they were not going to have this one beside her.

Reiel would then yank the female Jedi's arm roughly in a show of authenticity to back up the bluff and not-so subtle threat. "Come on, burc'ya. I don't have all day."

Should she be met with no resistance from both the Jedi, the bounty hunters, and the armed bar patrons, Reiel would proceed to march out of the dark cantina with the female Jedi in tow. Once out on the dusty street, the young Mandalorian had no wish to stay for far longer – the ship parts for her clanmate be damned and forgotten (Reiel could purchase new ones) – and would make a mad dash for the spaceport and into her buir's ship, regardless if he'd berate her for bringing a Jedi with her or not.

[Exit thread attempt: 1]

@Corbeau @DarkSaber @Aurius @Alania Vane @Malia Vane

 

[Alania Vane]

Alania sighed. She knew the Mandalorian was right.
She turned off her saber and closed her eyes. To much going on.
"You have a point. Sorry..." Alania said to the Mandalorian. She than realized what she had said and regretted it.
"Look, I'm just here because this is my home planet. I didn't come here to fight with some random people."
Alania still heard fighting and rolled her eyes. She sat down and banged her head on the table a couple of times.


What was with people fighting these days? Did Alania just spend to much time in the city with no fighting?
But it was true that Alania has business on the planet.

She put her head up and looked at the Mandalorian than down at her light saber. Maybe?-Nah. To much drama will happen if she did it.
@Corbeau @DarkSaber @Aurius @Reiel Mal Crowholde

 

[Gram Van Alasdaire]

“This really isn’t your fight. This is ours. You must be the disturbance I sensed.”

Gale saw what the Mandalorian was trying. He would play along. The Vahla was pretty good at persuasion, and a quick wave of his hand and nudge through the Force would convince any of the weak-minded here that he was now wholly focused on the girl with a lightsaber being threatened. As the Mandalorian would back out of the bar, Gale would level his lightsaber at her with a gentle wink and slowly follow, keeping his distance and senses acute. He could still block incoming fire as his lightsaber was raised, return fire with his DL-44, and at this angle he could also cover the two going for the door.

“If you folks would excuse me... my quarry is escaping. Please, enjoy the drinks on the house.”

With that, Gale holstered his blaster and grabbed the bag of credits from his side - tossing it into the air. Hopefully that was enough to distract or dissuade anybody here. If he wanted the actual bounty, he would need to come back later. Besides it was in the Van Alasdaire’s to make himself scarce - he felt an ability he utilized often at play here. Hiding one’s aura was barely noticeable unless you yourself where trained in the art - but regardless of that fact the Sorcerer could not pinpoint any other Force Users in the room. Especially with so many blatant and in the open. It was time for him to leave, whether that meant joining the Jedi to warn her and her ally, offering the Mando a part of his bounty job on Tatooine (Mandalorians were rumored to be good at such work) or renting a starfighter it didn’t matter to him.

[Exit Thread Attempt?]

@DarkSaber @Corbeau @Forsythe Crowholde

 

[Nobody]

You nod, finally a bit of respect beginning to form in your mind towards the fools. They had come to realize they would have a hard time winning this fight, yet were still on guard, ready to respond to any violent intentions. The Sith seemed to know the barfolk too well; the offer of easy money without risking death should be enough to quell their desires.

At least three gave a cheer and they all launched themselves at the money, completing forgetting the idea of taking sabers from a group who had already shown their strength in battle. The larger force would've eventually overwhelmed the others, but not at a high cost; free drinks had little drawbacks in comparison.

Still, however, you would not allow them to leave so easily after such a display. The Jedi were idiots; your kind had already determined that long ago...But the man, the Sith. He seemed to friendly with them, too heroic, too...non-Sith-ish. As he prepared to leave the room, so did you, blending in with the crown piling towards the money, holstering your blaster and keeping one eye trained on the man through the mask.

Wherever he would go, you would go; you needed to know more about where he stood with the dark side, and you're confident the Eternal will not take lightly to betrayal...

/Exit Thread/

Spoiler: OOC

No need to attempt to exit; no PvP as been instigated so you can leave whenever you'd like :))

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