Open Tatooine The Biggest Iron in all of the sands

[Rachel Reid]

If causing a scene was a skill set, Rachel was probably one of the most talented people in the room as she stood on top of a counter and shouted the following line:
"My Gun is the biggest and therefore the bestest gun, all of your guns are lack luster in comparison."​

It was yet another slow night for Rachel, at most she had to deal with the occasional Tusken Raider attack or womp rat infestation. She was riled up, looking for as much excitement as possible. But as the sky grew darker and the suns started to lose their light she realized it was another boring night on Tatooine, again. Where was the action? The excitement? Defeated and exhausted, she went to the local Cantina to at least drink her sorrows away.

When she arrived it was pretty dead, only a few travelers trying to grab a drink before their long journeys. There was even a table of criminals wearing obvious "I'm a pirate and there's nothing you can do about it" colors on their armor. There was really nothing she could do here, not without a crime or evidence of one as they could do nothing to her, seeing as how they were not only surronded by armed patrons but also drunk. She sneered at them and worked her way past the crowd to the bar counter.

She had been on somewhat friendly terms with most of the bar tenders working the Cantinas, so when she finally found her way there past some of the patrons she slapped the counter and ordered the usual. Another boring night, a few rounds of swill and then it was off to the homestead to get ready for a repeat of the same song and dance. These thoughts soon faded with her seventh shot and now all she could think about was how she wanted to prove herself so badly.

Perhaps it was thinking about how she hadn't really done anything exciting since joining the rangers that cause this next interaction to go so volatile. As she was sitting there, relaxing she heard the words that would spark an hour long debate about guns and their multitude of uses. "Typical ranger, relying on low grade long blasters to get the job done, real fighters stick to mid-range heavy fire." She turned around like the crack of a wrist whip to this provocation, not exactly catching the face of the one who said it. Was she going to take this sitting down? No, she wasn't. Infact, she would take this standing on that table over there.

Standing atop the highest of tables and the tallest of pedestals as she spoke, she made her heroic decree. Her gun was big because it demonstrated her ability with it! Her gun was large because she was in charge! Her gun was the best gun and all other guns needed a smaller barrel for the tiny amount of fire power they're packing!

 

[Leon Terrick]

Leon had been visiting with his sister Natalie and her son Jakob. They had been having a rough time since his brother-in-law had been killed by Tuskan Raiders, so he routinely dropped by to visit and help out around the Moisture Farm as well as making sure they had what they needed. Sector Ranger's don't make a lot but whatever he didn't need for upkeep he gave to his sister to help support them. It was a good visit over all, Jakob looked up to Leon a great deal and spent the better part of an hour showing him the costume he made so he could be Uncle Leon. He was a sweet kid.


But now it was time to get back to it. He left The Seeker in a smaller town and took his speeder out to the Farm. It didn't take him long to speed across the sands back to the town. He loaded his speeder back into The Seeker, but decided on getting a bite to eat before he dusted off. Heading over to the local Cantina, the Auto doors opened just as a fiery redhead lept atop one of the tables and spewing a decree about how hers was the biggest Iron in all the sands. He couldn't help but be amused as he stepped in, tucking his thumbs into his belt so that his hand would cover his Sector Ranger Badge.


"Now, that's a mighty big claim. You got the iron to back it up?" He would ask her, a grin plastered across his face.

@Deflubber

 

[Rachel Reid]

"What was this?" Rachel thought to herself so loud her mind practically echoed "Is that a challenge? a inquiry into my honor? Well I have no other choice." She reached her hand out towards her seat at the bar with a stern look of determination on her face. "Bag." She claimed, and one of the patrons gladly followed through, tossing her what looked to be an extremely long canvas bag with dust covering the exterior of it.

Money didn't come often to Sector Rangers, especially ones who lived and worked from the outer rim, so getting access to arms was a difficult task for Rachel. She had spent most of her early training using the basic pistols she received from the powers that be, that is until she came across this Cycler rifle.She managed to get it for a steal after helping a group of Jawas with a group of tusken raiders, and ever since it has been her best friend. It wouldn't see much use if she ever went to the core worlds, given how illegal slug throwers are around there, but here it was practically at home.

She walked over to the table across from where she was standing and began to place some of her empty shot glasses on top, drinking her most recent glass and slamming it at the very end. She walked over to one of the nearby patrons and whispered something, the man nodded and walked over to the glasses she placed down. She stepped back a few feet, making sure to clear out the crowd a bit as she did so. She nodded to the man and he tossed up one of the glasses a few feet in the air before Rachel let a slug loose. She was a bit drunk but that didn't slow down her aim too much, some would say it almost improved it. The glass shattered in the air and landed on the ground, with a series of "clinks" greeting their fall. She gave a look to the bar tender who, among the cheers, had let out a groan. This isn't the first time this has happened, and he knew Rachel would pay for the glasses she broke when she came back with a hangover.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon rarely stopped at cantinas. What was the point? He wasn't going to take his helmet off; furthermore, he knew there were plenty of trouble makers. Today, though, he had needed something more. He had hoped to come in at a slow hour; not many people, not many annoyances. He had been wrong.
Scarcely had he gotten a drink to take outside when he heard a commotion. It happened to be on the other side of the room, so he tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help hearing "My Gun is the biggest and therefore the bestest gun, all of your guns are lack luster in comparison." He finally looked up to spot a redhead standing atop a table, making the bold claim in a room of people who would pull guns on her in an instant, were they to be angered.
He sighed. Every time I come to a cantina... He got up to leave, not wanting to stay a second longer. He stood, leaving his drink, and walked towards the door, but in the corner of his eye he spotted a man walking up to the redhead. He used his magnifier to spot a Sector Ranger Badge an instant before it was covered up. He had to leave. However, as he passed the duo, he heard the Ranger challenge the redhead; his pride took over and he muttered, "My guns are the smallest, yet I could still..." He trailed off, not intending for anyone to hear him, and continued on his path towards the door.

 

[Rizkacha]

The purple Twi'lek had, up until the sound of a slug being hurled into an errant shotglass, been silent as she continued to peruse her datapad for the droids she was looking for. She was interested in an astromech droid to help her pilot an upgrade to her current ship, but that was neither here nor there and as the shot rang out she made sure to blink off the pad. Her icy gaze shifted briefly between the whiskey rose and the ranger that seemed to be challenging her, and she eventually gave a shrug. The Twi'lek needed credits, and this was a job opportunity. A proving grounds, of sorts. She knew that she was good enough with a blaster to at least tango with the woman if she needed to, and if someone with money saw her skills, maybe they'd be willing to employ her.

Internally, that settled it, and the woman made her way to the two rangers and adjusted her scarf with a lekku as she flashed her best approximation of a smile towards her and the man, "...If I am not mistaken, I believe that a challenge has been issued within the cantina. I would like to accept this challenge and attempt to out shoot the human on the table. The first one to let a glass hit the ground before it is ruptured loses, and has to pay for the damages. Does that sound like a fair deal?" Though not entirely natural and very clearly a little too breathy, the Twi'lek did seem friendly enough. It was a good old fashioned challenge that the purple woman didn't intend to make a slip on.

@Rachel Reid @Leon Tarrick

 

[Leon Terrick]

When the redhead lurched over to get her bag, Leon was able to spot the woman’s badge. A fellow Ranger, presumably off duty like himself just enjoying the lazy Tatooine evening. While his challenge was partially meant to get the woman outside of the Cantina to avoid any unnecessary fighting between patrons, it seemed that this was a fairly regular happening and the patron’s cheered as the Redhead pulled the rifle out. He stepped back away from her, bumping into white armored Mandalorian. He politely inclines his head toward the Mando.

”Pardon me, Mando. Didn’t see you there.” He would say before returning his attention back to his fellow Ranger. He had ran into Mando’s before, though he had never exchanged fire with one, he knew what most of them were capable of. Best to be polite, he didn’t need more enemies especially a Mando. The Redhead signaled a fellow patron and he launched a glass into the air, where she then fired the Cycler Rifle and the glass exploded. He instinctively scanned the Cantina after the shot was fired. One never knows how someone might react to a sudden weapon firing off, though it seemed every one was either cheering or ignoring the spectacle that was going on. He was about to speak up when a new voice spoke up and brought his eyes upon a purple Twi’lek. She offered a challenge of her own and Leon couldn’t help but grin. Now there was money on the table, it would be interesting.

”Who am I to turn down?” He would say as he began to clear a section of patrons so that no one would be behind the cups as they flew into the air. There were a number of patron’s on either side ready to toss their cups into the empty space, most of them hooting and hollering. He steps toward the Red head and beckon’s the Twi’lek over as well before turning toward the Mando. ”Hey Mando, why don’t you join us and show off those fabled Mandalorian skills?” With that he would draw his Frontier-90 from its holster on the small of his back and wait for the others to ready themselves.
@Rachel Reid

 

[Kendar Samuels]

Kendar was trying to have a calm day today. He understood the need for the rustle and bustle of everyday life, especially in Tatooine, but there was always limits. And today Kendar was at that limit. So he wanted to have a calm drink in one of the many cantinas. So he did. He sat at the bar, no one daring to annoy the young gunman with the sizeable slugthrower on his back and with a drink in his hands he was enjoying the calmness...

Until that woman decided to speak up. He wasn't surprised by her boast however. He has noticed a trend that in cantinas people like to show off. He slightly shook his head, but he didn't expect the whole cantina erupt into cheers as the woman shot the glass out of the air. Looking towards his drink, Kendar motioned for the bartender to get him an extra drink and he spun around his seat to face towards the people making the ruckus.

There was of course the human woman with a slugthrower by the looks of it. And she appears to be somewhat of a good shot, considering she just nailed a thrown glass. Then there appears to be another human, male this time, who was taking on the woman upon her challenge. Then a Twi'lek woman who also wanted a piece of the pie. It looks like a marksmanship challenge was almost unavoidable now, so Kendar made the best of the situation. With drink in hand he decided to just watch everything in front of him unfold.

 

[Rachel Reid]

Adrenaline was pumping into Rachel's body as she had finished firing that round into the launched glass but her head was starting to clear up. There was a tinge of regret in her body when the glass hit the ground and she soon realized she'd have to pay fo- "What was that? A competition? An inquiry into her honor yet again? ACCEPTED." where once rational thought had began to bloom the dark grasp of pride had struck yet again.

She was starting to sober up but her personality doesn't change that much from being drunk to being sober, only her volume does. She stretched out her arms, placing down her slug thrower and put her hair into a pony tail. "Alright Miss Twi'lek, ya gotta deal, what's your name?" She had to admit that while she usually regretted how things turned out when her pride was on the line, especially if she lost, she always liked a good challenge. As she went to shake the newcomers hand however, something new happened. A couple shots at the tip of their boots.

A big grin appeared on her face from ear to ear as the Mandalorian and her fellow ranger walked up to them. She'd recognized the ranger as the one who issued the challenge, so naturally she planned on teasing him the most among the would be competitors. nudging him on the arm playfully and saying "Let's see if you earned that badge or if you didn't just find it at the bottom of the barrel." She winked at him as she spoke with the grin still smeared on her face. Once she was set she grabbed her rifle and reloaded. "Any rules before we start? It might be better if we do this elimination style to ensure we aren't just blasting wild in here."

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon couldn't believe it. He'd just wanted a drink and he didn't even get that--now he had been challenged to some glass shooting challenge. He decided to go for politeness, however; the ranger didn't seem to be rude, but he wasn't sure about the redhead. He hesitated when a Twi'lek joined; he didn't want to get involved in some angered shootout. However, he had been challenged, and he had to accept. "I cannot turn down an honorable challenge."
He slowly pulled out both Glie-44's, shooting at the Twi'lek and the redhead's feet simultaneously, just to make sure he had their attention. Too late to stop now. He then followed the ranger.

*Accidentally posted OOC; this post takes place after Kendar Samuel's post and before Rachel Reid's post; sry bout that*

 

[Rizkacha]

The Twi'lek watched the drunkard - no, that was a little too mean sounding... The eccentric human approach her, and when her hand was offered she reached forward to shake it as she spoke, "Riz'kacha. It is a pleasure to meet you, miss-" She quickly was cut off by blaster fire heading her direction, and her hand instinctively yanked its way away from the handshake to the big iron on her hip before she stopped herself. Another shot hadn't rang out, thankfully, signalling that the mandalorian hadn't intended on firing upon her. At least, it seemed that way.

Her gaze shifted between the two rangers and the mandalorian before she continued to speak, nodding, "Elimination style would be preferred. It will be much easier to keep track of the affair and to be sure that there are no mishaps along the way. Who would like to go first?"

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Everyone seemed to hesitate; to miss first would be humiliating enough. Talon stepped in front of the others wordlessly and nodded at the man who had thrown a glass the first time. He had already grabbed another and had been waiting for the signal; without warning he threw it into the air. Talon shot three times; the first missed, the second shattered the glass, and the third flew through the tinkling shards as they fell to the ground. He turned and looked at the others defiantly; "As long as it doesn't hit the ground?"
He pocketed his guns; maybe this'd be fun.

 

[Leon Terrick]

Leon grins, four contenders in an elimination style shoot out inside a cantina on Tatooine. Pretty much sums up most nights in cantinas like this. He looked at his fellow competitors and nods.


"Trust me Darlin, this badge was well earned. Now lets.." A blaster interrupts him as the Mando fires three shots, the second of which shattering the glass. "Well leave it to a Mando to shoot first." He says in an offhand manner followed by a chuckle. "Names Leon, and i say Winner gets bragging rights and then loser buys a round of drinks."


He steps forward and nods at the glass thrower. The glass flies into the air and Leon draws his Frontier-90 and fires a single bolt from the hip, shattering the glass. He spins the pistol very fancily on his finger before sliding the gun back into its holster.


"These glasses don't have anything on the womp rats i used to shoot back home." Stepping back out of the way for the next shooter, he tucks his thumbs into his belt and waits.

 

[Kendar Samuels]

Kendar watched as the situation continued escalating in front of him. Now a Mandalorian also wanted to get involved, due to it being an 'honorable challenge'. A sense of honor is only going to get you so far out in the galaxy, where most things want you dead and the other wants to you for either your money or to force you to make them some money.

He watched the competitors show off their shooting skills for a bit. The redhead was a good shot with the slugthrower, even if she was slightly intoxicated. The Mandalorian took a couple of tries to hit the flying glass, but managed to hit his target nonetheless. The ranger was also a competent shot, managing to hit his glass in one try. Kender then noticed that it was the Twi'lek's turn, so he did what any good man in a cantina would do.

Quickly finishing his drink, Kendar shouted towards the purple skinned Twi'lek. "Hey, missy! Your turn!" With the now empty glass he chucked it high up in the air, fully expecting the Twi'lek to knock it out of the sky.

 

[Rachel Reid]

Rachel was confident in a lot of things, one of them was her ability as a gunslinger, especially with her cycler rifle. She was leaning on her old companion now as she watched two of the competitors make their moves. Having not taken her eyes off the Mandalorian since the moment he scuffed her boots with his shots, and given his actions she wouldn't be surprised if he was the first one to step up. And as if on cue with that very thought he signaled the glass tosser and watched him shoot at it all three times. "Clever..." She muttered under her breath. She hadn't thought about that, or thought about establishing rules, then again rules are for lawyers."Just want you fellas to keep in mind, when the bar tender asks who's tab your payin' for, tell 'em it's Rachel." she said with a smug grin. She definitely couldn't keep up with the Mandalorian in shot speed with her cycler rifle, but she had something for that.

She then watched as he fellow ranger stepped up, signaling the glass thrower with a nod and getting into a stance, his hand hovering over his blaster pistol. His form was pretty good and he was able to hit that glass with ease from hip range. It seems like these guys were up to the challenge and this could end up getting messy. "Not bad....Not bad at all Leon." She said, maintaining a smug grin. An idea came to her, something that might make this go a bit more smoothly. She turned to the Twi'lek as she stepped up.

"The gentleman over there is right, you're up. I'm guessing by the way you called me out you plan on showing off right? I'll try and match what you do to keep things interesting." She put her cycler rifle on the table next to her as she spoke and pulled out her two DC-17's from her bag, putting them in their respective hip holsters. While Rachel wasn't much when it came to using automatic weapons, she was sure she could match or surpass most of your run of the mill gunslingers when it came to semi-automatics. She figured with her pistols, her bread and butter, it would be easier to keep up with whatever the woman was planning, along with the Mandalorian. "Show us what you got."

@WiffWaffs

 

[Rizkacha]

The Twi'lek watched as all the other contestants took their best shots at the glasses, though in the Mandalorian's case it was multiple. Not that it mattered. Her eyes snapped from the broken glass collecting on the floor to the man who called out to her, her hand instinctively reaching for her pistol and drawing in a matter of a couple seconds at most. She tracked the glass with it for just a moment before she let a bolt loose, it zooming off and colliding with its target mid-air. She wasn't going to let herself go out on the first round.

Her gaze shifted to the redheaded ranger and gave a nod to her, a slight grin making its way to her face as she began to speak, "...I believe you are back up. A change of weapons is a good idea. Higher fire rate is a great asset to have in such a competition." She nodded to the other competitors and the man that tossed his glass at her, acknowledging their words. Responding to them all would be a little bit tiring to the antisocial woman, so she settled with letting them know that they were heard.

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon groaned inwardly; evidently each of the contestants had enough skill to stay in the game for as long as they wanted. Well, he had other things to attend to; he couldn't be there all day and all night.
He stepped forward and nodded at the glass thrower, who gladly obliged. He must like seeing glass shatter or something.
Things seemed to go in slow motion; would he wait the contest out? See if he could win? He could give up right then; he could make a statement, oh, there was plenty he could do. As the glass reached its peak in its trajectory and began falling, he had made up his mind.
He kept both guns in his holsters.
The crowd groaned as the glass thudded to the ground, its well crafted shape preventing it from exploding on impact. It would seem that the mandalorian, a mere legend to many, had been out-shot.
Talon turned to the others; "I don't necessarily have the time for this; you all know you can keep shooting and not miss until you run out of ammo."
An idea came into his head; He drew a single pistol and looked behind him once, and then focused his gaze on the group before him.
He fired backwards, and the bolt flew towards the air towards is stationary target. The glass shattered.
"I have lost." He holstered his gun and walked out the door. He should really go to cantinas more often...