Spice Is Bad, M'Kay?

[Vanyel Branwyn]

There was something to be said about Kwenn. Or at least that's what ran through Vanyel's mind as he heard a loud crack in the distance, watching from afar with the strangest sense of amusement as a gaggle of strangers started attacking each other. One hand was on a bong - he'd been way too blasted the night before, and he was still just as blasted now - and, curiously enough, he found his left twitching. The verdant gleam in his eyes would tell anyone in his general vicinity that he was feeling the need to fight something. Anything, really, it made life just that more interesting. Which is exactly why this fight breaking out into the middle of nowhere made him almost jump in pleasure.

What in the name of krifftacular is going on out here...

As for what he was doing here? He was a holistic freelance detective. It was his job to find the connections between certain events, when he was sober enough to do it. Luckily for him, being intoxicated in some form or another was a regular everyday thing. Some might even say he fights better with the variety of illegal substances he pumps into his body. That's what he hoped, anyways, binding his gear in place and slowly making his way towards the hustle and bussel. His left hand had already drawn his blaster on instinct, dropping the glass to the ground. The weapon rested in a central axis relock. Turning to the girl who was watching the fight (@GABA), he smiled.

"Then don't beeeee. Whash goi on?"

 

[Barry Weathers]

Barry Weathers was on the scene at the close to mouth of the alley, having hightailed it with all due haste earlier. The former Judicial Forces trooper already had his pulse-wave blaster leveled, it was all a matter of quickly aiming his weapon at the target and firing his weapon. And that is what he does, he would unload the clip of his pulse-wave rifle at the same time the greenskin would starting tripping. Barry would be firing from an angle as well as he would be on the opposite side of the alley from the corner Grug is looking to get out of, and adjusting his aim accordingly as it he was already tripping as to not miss. The greenskin suddenly let out of burst of energy from his behind but he kept firing regardless. Fortunately the ex-Judicial was out of range of the force gas' effects. Grug would be well in the Marauder pulse weapon's deadly range and the beast is already committed to farting, unaware of Barry's presence.

@Clayton @Sreeya @GABA

 

[The Wook]

The Wook could sense the force swell up in Grug, so he held on with the force in an iron-strong grip around the pig-man's ankles to shackle him in place (although he was still free to fall hard on his snout). He did nothing about the horrific blast that erupted from Grug's ass except hold his breath. The blast that would be intended to propel Grug away would only rip the Jedi's body against his own legs, causing a strain or even dislocating a joint. But there would not be any miraculous, tooting escape. Not today, at least. @Cazar