One of those nights...

[Rictor Vazz]

It was one of those rainy, unforgiving nights on Nar Shaddaa as Limtar Tollhook worked his way up to the Jekk'Jekk Tarr. His armor was badly damaged from his recent fight with those arrogant Wookies, and he very badly needed to find some help. Reaching the front door, he knocked, and a small window in the center opened.
"Whatcha want?" Asked the raspy voice of a Quarren, his beady eyes glaring at the injured Gand.
"I require help, you must let me in!" Limtar replied, holding his injured side and wincing from the pain his injuries were causing.
"Ya got credits?" The Quarren asked, continuing to stare at Limtar.
"Yes, I have credits! Now let me in!" Limtar yelled, his anger getting the better of him.
The window slammed shut as the door opened. Limtar, expecting help, was horrified to see three Gamorreans come pushing out of the entrance, followed by the Quarren. He pointed a finger at the Gand, saying:
"There's the fool! Take everything he has!"
The Gamorreans raised their axes and began to circle Limtar. Backing away, he raised his double-bladed vibro-sword, fully aware that his ruined armor and terrible injuries would prevent him from destroying the opposition alone...
(Any two characters could see this fight taking place and step in as they see fit)

 

[Veritas et Lux]

(OOC: CHARACTER BIO ? AND ALSO, I SEE THIS IS YOUR ONLY POST SO. MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO HERE)

The selkath doctor liked to visit the moon. Being in the lab on planet was too much for his unstable personality sometimes. He wasn't exactly sane anyways. He fancied the Jekk'jekk tarr. So many brilliant ideas came from sitting at his reserved booth. The scatter virus, the radiation projector, and plenty more brilliant ideas that set the standard for modern combat, some even kept the republic's scientists in the dust.

Walking in the small amounts of frequent perspiration that occurred on the moon was something else he enjoyed. The wetness reminded him of manaan. He approached the Jekk'jekk tarr to chance upon what seemed like a quarren and his thugs roughing up some guy. Rashesh couldn't see the man's species however he didn't really care.
Tonight he was feeling a little on edge. His teeth chattering, his hands a little too jittery. He didn't really care exactly what went down tonight, he was hutt military. Coming up on the four, he saw as the gamorrean raised his axe. He didn't like the way that pig's fat nose flared. It was ugly, it made Rashesh's lip curve.

Kra-pew

It was the sound of his hold-out catching the pig-man's face mid-swing, searing his now never to be seen again nose. With a grunt and a snarl the pig-man and quarren turned, with the bastard squid attempting to draw a pistol of his own. But he was only met with another blaster bolt, his blaster never leaving his holster. And the pig-man, grunting and growling.

"Pig-man no like the smell of bacon? No worry! Pig-man be bacon soon too, yea?! Hahaha-HAA-ha, hehe-he..." The selkath's insanity always came apparent with his laugh, and the rhyme of his words that seemed to always go up.

"You hurt son? We get you to the box, you not gunna need that leg hurt no more. In the box wee can get you some wires for that. I once had a bogie with a jacked-leg. I not so kind to him. I throw my juma at him, his wires got fried, couldn't walk. Hehehe-ahha" He extended a slimy hand to the wounded- Whatever his species was. Dr. Rashesh still couldn't make it out due to his armor.

 

[Rictor Vazz]

[OOC: Oops! I'm still learning how to use the site. Later today I'll post a character profile and continue with the story.]

 

[Veritas et Lux]

[OOC: Oops! I'm still learning how to use the site. Later today I'll post a character profile and continue with the story.]

all good bro.. if you need anythng, anything at all i'll deff help. ;D

 

[Ehrlich Mar]

The rain continued to fall down in sheets, blanketing all and disguising much in its relentless advance towards the earth. The descending water was cold to the touch, causing those who felt it to be chilled as though with ice. Hud Mar was no exception. Fortunately for him, he enjoyed rain; its melancholy atmosphere could hardly dampen his spirits, for his spirits were very rarely high even in the best of circumstances.

Mar struggled to see through the thick veil of water that shrouded his vision as he walked down the pathway. His wide-brimmed hat caused the rain to run from its edges, making him look as though a mist constantly formed around his head like a ghastly visage. Through this mist he was able to make out on the left side of the street several men chatting animatedly. "Strange," he thought to himself. "I didn't expect people to be out in this weather."

As the bounty hunter drew nearer, he realized that the bystanders were not chatting at all. They were, however, most certainly animated, for several gamoreans were locked in battle with a being clad in beaten armor. "Brutish gits and thugs the lot of them!" muttered the Duros hatefully.

Mar, it must be understood, was not a man to help others; for one most certainly refrains from helping lawbreakers and brigands, and in the eyes of this hypocrite, everyone around him fit into one of those two categories. So, naturally, he attempted to bypass the situation quietly.

Of course, no one is that lucky. The road was not large, allowing the bounty hunter little room to maneuver. What was one to do? Cut a bloody swath through the fight and continue on one's way? That was a possibility, of course, though perhaps not an optimal one. Return the way one came? That was simply an inconvenience. Bad choices all around... but at least killing the gamoreans wouldn't do any harm, or at least, much less harm than backtracking. So, his course of action was resolved: he would briefly join the engagement and continue on his way at the first opportunity.

So that is what he did. Almost immediately after entering the vicinity of the brawl, a blaster shot was fired, and from the steps of his home a Quarren fell to the ground, stone dead - a new figure had entered the fray. Mar had reason to worry, for the situation was escalating, but any thoughts of retreat were quickly suppressed within his despicable mind. He drew from the depths of his overcoat a blaster pistol of average proportions. Then, taking careful aim, he fired a shot at the back of one of the gamoreans.

 

[Natise]

A-21 loved Nar Sha Da. The colorful people, the culture that was everywhere. He soaked it all up, and just as a cherry on top of his paradise, not as many people stared at him here. There were droids of all types on this moon, an assassin droid did not stand out as much here, as he would on a planet like Mannan for instance.

A-21 was observing a small brutally injured gand stumble around the platform and to the front of the Jekk'Jekk Tar. He knocked on the door. Strangely, the Quarren did not allow him in, but slammed the door and sent out some of the pigs to rough him up. A-21 wondered what was happening inside, whatever it was, it must be very important, and very secret.

The fighting began, it seemed like the little gand didn't stand a chance, and then even more peculiar, a selkath shows up, and blows one of the pigs heads off, and blasting the other one as well. The hunter surprised him even more, blasting the Quarren, and continuing to walk inside as if nothing had happened. A-21 decided that these people seemed like they would provide some entertainment. He walked over to the group of strangers and began speaking.

* Querry: And what do you do when the crime lords who hired these brutes find out you blasted their meaty flesh sacks to death? *