They Call Me The Wanderer

[Noirceur]

"You kriffing sack of... kriffing shit! SHIT!" Dana let out as the magnetic crane slowly continued lifting her ship from where she had landed it. She honestly rarely respected parking zones and laws in general, yet this was the first time her Oceanspray was getting impounded. The idiotic Telos Security Force officer in front of her simply responded once more with his monotonous speech. "Miss, once more, you have parked in an area that has been deemed off-limits by TSF personel, which is the reason why your vehicle is being impounded. You must speak with my su-" He was cut short by Dana.

"How about I park my boot in your ass? Would that be deemed more acceptable?" She responded while holding in her immense desire to break the little asshole's legs.
"Miss, threatening a TSF officer with bodily harm is in direct violation of Telosian law, article number -"
"I don't care! I need my kriffing ship! How the hell am I supposed to leave this damn place otherwise?" Dana once more interrupted as she saw her ship now completely suspended, hanging only from the magnetic end of the crane. It didn't seem particularice safe. "You may present yourself to our offices on the main concourse, where you may pay the twenty thousand credits fine plus another five thousand I am fining you now for property damage and your generally aggressive behaviour." The officer said as he began writing on some datapad all while the pissed off Bith continued demanding justice for his hot dog cart which was crushed by Dana's ship.

"Twenty thousand kriffing credits?! You are kidding me right now, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?! SHIT!" she went ape shit as the officer repeatedly failed to calm her down. It certainly did her temper no good when for no kriffing reason the crane suddenly let go of her ship, letting it plummet down some thirty meters and land harshly on it's side, the officer simply watching in disbelief as Dana brought her hands to her hair threatening to leave herself completely bald. "Well this is priceless. This is fucking priceless! Are you idiots gonna pay for that?" she asked in complete rage. Going silent for well over a minute, the officer finally got enough courage and looked up asahmed. "Miss, I am afarid you have to pay for any damage your ship causes, including the... the crane and whatevr it broke when it crashed down." He said clumsily, probably expecting to be murdered on the spot. Dana wasn't even trying by then.

"You are not fucking serious right now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? What kriffing kind of law is this? YOUR stupid crane dropped my ship into the damn floor like a wet paper towel!" She exploded. This was the damn reason she hated the law.
"Miss, we can't be sur--" he was interrupted by a swift kick to his balls which brought him to his knees in pain, with the probability of him ever producing offspring now at an all-time low.
"You know what? I don't give a shit anymore. You can keep my ship and shove it up wherever it fits. Jackass."

Dana walked away leaving the poor guy in agony. Making her way to a nondescript street somewhere near the spaceport, she found a fast food joint and spent what she had on three "Five Credit Meals". She needed energy before deciding how she would get out of this backwater planet. Seems like I have to steal a ship. She finally concluded whilst taking a bite off what seemed to be a chicken nugget yet tasted more like a dried up placenta.

Yup, it's not gonna be easy.

@ZayPat @Gamov @Demetrios

 

[Jatt Bralor]

“Get up.” Thunk.


“Unngh.”


“Get up.” Thunk.


“Nah.”


“Get up and out, you drunk. You're in my seat.” Thunk.


“Un mrrr tym, 'nd ayl kill ya.”


“What?”


Mumbles. Thunk.


A huge man, sat in the corner of the bar slept with his bear-like arms crossed over his head to block out the lights and sounds of the other patrons. But some idiot wanted their seat at all costs, even if it meant waking up the living embodiment of a mountain. The Mando's arm slumped off his head, sending a meaty impact into the bar counter just from the sheer weight of it. Bleary eyed, Jatt Bralor, a man of no remorse looked at the other man as he sat up. The smaller one looked as though he made his last mistake, and that was true. As the runt began to back off from the intimidation factor of the larger man's size, Jatt's hand reached across the bar, retrieving a large handle. The poor sod looked over and turned white, as a large claymore swept across and lopped off the sod's head. Blood splattered across the room, but the large man just put the huge vibroblade back where it was and knocked on the bar.


“A'Notha.” A scared barkeep handed a quart of Ale, and the huge man chugged it down, resuming his muddied existence. The mountain stood up, brazen and walking like his legs were jello, the claymore was drug over the counter as the big man skipped out on his tab. Exiting the bar as it emptied out, each and every species known on a scum planet running for their lives, Jatt thought he was alone. Although a woman caught his eye by the junk food stand, and Jatt was sure the little fiasco caught hers as well. With a big hand, he motioned her over to him, seeing as how the immediate surrounding of the huge man was vacant. Eyes blinking one after another, this large man was clearly drunk. But with the invitation, it really didn't look like he was looking to kill another person just for fun. It was the idiot's fault for kicking the bar stool that got him killed in the first place, the big man wasn't a cold blooded killer after all. But of course, a large man slinging a bloodied claymore vibroblade over his shoulder was mightily intimidating.

 

[Zay]

With an eyebrow cocked, his sunglasses positioned low on his nose and, a cigarette barely clinging to his lip as his mouth hung open in astonishment, Damon attempted to process everything he'd just witnessed. As a former pirate there was little that could catch him off-guard but, the insanity that had ensued in the past twenty minutes was enough to convince him it was time to leave this uncouth planet. There was something unsettling about watching a ship drop the the air and crush the hot-dog stand you were about to buy lunch from. Then to have the same ship hoisted into the air only to be dropped back upon the streets below. Finally, as he wandered into the nearest bar to drink and count his blessings Damon watched as a ridiculously large being decapitated a smaller one.

Gore sprayed across Damon's face causing him to flinch with surprise. This final push is what led to his bewildered expression. What in the hell was wrong with this place? The poor bartender trembled with fear. His rutty appearance was only exaggerated as his fear morphed his beady eyes into grotesque orbs. The beings chest heaved with labored breath as he watched the enormous man leave. White knuckles gripped the bar with a strength only terror could insight. Coming back to his senses, Damon, reached into his jacket pocket and produced a handkerchief and began calmly removing the blood and viscera from his face and glasses. The cigarette he'd had in his mouth had broken during the event and he tossed it to the floor.

Looking to the bartender Damon said in a voice as smooth as velvet, "This would be an appropriate time to alert the authorities." His words seemed to pull the bartender out of the void of fear and he nodded picking up the com device and relaying what had happened in the establishment. Turning on his stool Damon peered out of the door way of the bar as the mountain sized man loped away without a care in the world. Damon watched him for a moment as he beckoned to another being Kross couldn't see. Making a mental note to stay the frak away from that lunatic, Damon returned his attention to the Barkeep who'd just finished with the police.

Feeling hopeful and rather parched from all the excitement Damon said, "I'm guessing it would be insensitive to ask for a drink about now-," as if on queue the headless body shifted and fell to the floor in a heap. Damon glanced at the body with a slight frown then looked back to the bartender and sighed, "I'll take that as a yes." he stood and straightened his clothing before turning and making his way out of the bar. The sound of sirens in the distance told him that the Telos Security Force was on their way. As he passed through the threshold of the watering hole he pulled his silver cigarette box from his jacket pocket and pulled a fresh vice from it. The aroma of the cigarette made his mouth water and with great pleasure he put the cylinder into his mouth and lit it up. He stole a d few breaths before turning in the opposite direction of the big guy and his companion. Damon was still parched and hoped to find a bar in the area with a card game or you know just lacking random murders.
@Noirceur @Gamov @Demetrios

 

[Gamov]

"Ugh... no. No. No! NO!" The TV screen jumped erratically between channels as Lexi clicked the remote. Why was there never anything worth watching? "Over three thousand channels, and nothing on. Typical." She continued her aimless channel surfing for several more minutes, her attempts to drown the ever increasing boredom in a stiff bottle of vodka having little effect. She paused briefly, the constant stream of flickering channels interrupted as she caught the tail end of some news broadcast. She didn't recognize the bloke doing all the talking, but apparently whatever he had to say was super serious.

"Aaaaaand... boring!" The channels resumed flitting by at near lightspeed as the Mandalorian took another swig from her bottle of Grey Mynock. "Yo, what's the ETA on those churros?" She called out, craning her neck over the back of the couch just as the sound of several pots and pans clattering to the floor rattled through the living room.

"Uhm..."

The shrill cry of a smoke alarm filled the apartment, followed by the acrid scent of smoke. Lexi bolted up from the couch, rushing into the kitchen, eyes growing wide at the sight of flames rolling up the wall behind the stove.

"What the hell did you do?!"

"It was like that when I got here?"

Unamused by the droid's attempt at humor, Lexi began a frantic search for the fire extinguisher, tearing cupboards and cabinets apart. All while the fire only seemed to grow larger and hotter by the second.

"Aaargh! Who the hell doesn't buy a fire extinguisher?!"

"I've got it!"

Her eyes darted back to the droid just as he picked up the bottle of vodka from the corner of the island.

"No no no no! WAIT!" But she was too late, only able to watch as the utility droid hurled the bottle of alcohol haphazardly at the flames. The bottle shattered against the wall with a sharp crack, which was overpowered an instant later by an intense woosh as the alcohol sprayed over the counters and floor, flames leaping with it to engulf more of the kitchen. "Ah kriff! Time to go!"

Making a mad dash from the burning room, Lexi spared just enough time to grab her jacket from the back of the couch before making a break for the front door, RIGS close behind, his mechanical legs beating out a steady metallic staccato against the marbled floor. Bolting out into the hallway, smoke beginning to billow int the room behind them, Lexi slipped her coat on and made a B line for the stairwell. With what seemed like lighting quick reflexes, and a few daring leaps from one landing to the next, she was down to the bottom floor of the apartment and out the front door just as the first sirens began to blare in the streets.

Time to make ourselves scarce." Blending in with the crowds starting to filter into the streets to take in the spectacle as flames began to erupt from the windows on the top floor of the apartment, Lexi and RIGS slipped away in the panic and confusion.

"Who's apartment was that anyway?" The droid asked.

She shrugged, "beats me." Turning down a small nondescript street near the spaceport, Lexi spotted a small fast food joint down the road. "I know I'm still hungry though." Mingling through the crowds on the street, she found her way to the restaurant, making her way inside and up to the front counter, where she was waited on mt some prepubescent Twi'lek kid who looked like he'd taken a fall from the top of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

"Welcome to McRonald's. Can I take..."

"Yeah, sure, whatever kid. Just gimme ah... hmm... five credit meal with a liter of vodka."

The kid blinked in confusion. "A liter of... vodka? Um, ma'am, we don't serve alcohol here."

"You don't?" Lexi mocked surprise, obviously knowing they didn't sell alcohol at burger joints. At least none of the commercial ones anyway. "Ah hell. Just give me some of that stupid blue milk then." As soon as her order had been filled and she forked over the credits, she found a nice quiet corner booth near a window. Sitting down just as a police cruiser sped past, the Mandalorian chuckled to herself a bit. "Brilliant work back at the apartment by the way." She said, shifting her attention back to RIGS as she chomped on a some fries.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"What? Noooo, why would you think that?" She casually went about her meal, swirling a fry in some ketchup. "I mean, breaking and entering wasn't bad enough. Now we can add arson to the list, too. Maybe we can find someone on the streets later and kick the living shit out of 'em. Because what's assault and attempted manslaughter on top of arson and burglary?"

The droid cocked his head to the side curiously, his processors working overtime to try and interpret her words.

Lexi sighed, suddenly less upset than she had been. They'd been in worse places and come through alright. "Anyway, we'd best lay low for a while, wait for all the excitement to die down. Then we'll see about jumping a ride off this rock." Her gaze wandered to the people milling about the streets just outside the window. The novelty of Telos had worn off pretty quickly, she thought, taking a sip of blue milk.

 

[Noirceur]

Dana slowly took in more of the so-called food as some kind of commotion took place in the bar on the opposite side of the street. From what little she could see and what she gathered from the terrified, fleeing patrons some drunk dude had just murdered a guy who tried to kick him out. Well, it looked like someone didn't like taking shit from others. Dana could relate, even though she certainly preferred her solutions a little less... deadly. She had no real reservations about killing people, but doing so often left a mess and there were hundreds of ways to get people out of your way without resorting to Felony murder. As she pondered the situation, the giant of a man whom she assumed was the perpetrator of the crime emerged from the bar, still clinging on to a bloody weapon which Dana could only imagine had been used to inflict some severe damage.

She had been around drunks (and been very drunk herself) enough times to immediately recognise one, and this man was indeed drunk. Couple that with his recent second-degree murder and Dana was sure the TSF would be here soon to apprehend him, and maybe her if her recent incident with the officer was still fresh in their minds.

As he stepped out, the guy called out to Dana for no apparent reason as he slung his massive bloodied blade over his shoulder. Failing to be impressed, Dana was actually rather uninterested in the man, answering his gesture with one of her own as she extended her hand with a certain middle finger sticking out. If he really wanted to talk then he could surely make his way across the street to her, even in his inebriated state. She certainly wasn't walking over to a complete stranger, murderer or not, simply because he wanted. Taking the Styrofoam cup filled with coffee that she had failed to notice until now, she took it to her mouth and swallowed a good chunk in one motion.

And in that moment, Dana realised that she fucked up.

An immense burning sensation covered her entire mouth, slowly and painfully crawling through the length of her throat as the super-heated liquid made it's way down. Tears ran from her eyes as she screamed every obscenity she could think off, standing from her chair and clumsily walking to a nearby table, occupied by a recently arrived young woman and her droid. Almost crashing down on the table and accidentally throwing some of the items on it to the floor, Dana wasted little time in reaching for the woman's cup of the establishment's shitty beverage. At least it was cold.

"Ahgggg, Fthorry! Fthuging fthing's hoth ath fthuuuuuuuck!" she said between her badly burned tongue, which now hanged limp over the side of her mouth. She drowned the contents of the cup in one gulp, finally feeling a sense of relief as the cool liquid engulfed her mouth, soothing the immense heat of the coffee. She was going to sue these assholes. "Sorry about that. Feelt like that time I almost swallowed Accellerite." she said as her senses returned to her.

Her bliss was cut short, however, as the unmistakable sound of police sirens soon echoed across the entire place. She could only hope they were here for Big Stuff on the other side instead of her. Sure enough, the cruiser settled in front of the bar and the TSF officers exited. Dana was praising her luck when suddenly someone approached her from the back.

"Miss, you are under arrest for assaulting a TSF officer, Come with us peacefully."

Kriff. She had been so focused on the police outside of the bar she completely failed to notice the second cruiser which parked right outside McRonalds'. She had left her blasters on her now impounded ship, so quick-drawing to shoot the guy was out of the question. He was also far enough to be out of reach from an attack to his manhood like the one that had befallen his fellow officer and was already pointing his shock-gun at Dana. Indeed, it seemed there was little that could be done this time. Or was there?

Quickly spinning back to the girl's table, Dana noticed she hadn't touched her coffee. Good for her and her tongue, but even better for Dana. She grabbed the cup and in one swift move spilled all of the contents directly into the poor officer's face.

"GHAAAAAAAAAAHGGG!" he let out an inhuman scream, letting go of his weapon to take both hands to his face as the lava-like substance made contact with his skin, hissing horribly. Grabbing the officer's gun, Dana shot at the large window panel behind her which shattered into tiny pieces. "Sorry I left you nothing to drink!" she exclaimed to the woman and her droid as she vaulted out the window and ran across the street with police in pursuit.

Making her way to the other group of TSF who were likely trying to arrest the giant man, she opened fire on them, shocking them unconscious. She then turned to the guy. He was drunk, but someone of his size and skill would no doubt be useful in getting out of the planet and right now, with the TSF after her she needed all the help she could get.

"Hey, big guy! Unless you want to be put on trial for voluntary manslaughter, I suggest you come with me!"

 

[Jatt Bralor]

“Naahhhh, nah nha nah nah. Ahhh'crrd.”


“What? Adored?”


“Uhhh'curd”


“A crud?”


“AHHH COOOORD!” The giant bellowed, swinging the claymore through another couple heads.


This time, it wasn't some poor patron, but three officers who actually chose to see this murderer as a gentle drunk just toting around a giant bloodied blade. Idiots, who goes up and tries to talk down someone who just murdered another person? Dumb cops, that's who. Dead dumb cops. And Jatt had a history of murdering dumb cops, back with the Death Watch before he got trapped on this crap planet. With enough credits, he could go back. But after a bit of fun, and talking about fun, that girl from earlier blitz round the corner down the street and came barreling past him. Good thing she didn't come earlier, she woulda gotten ripped to shreds. That wouldn't have been fun. After the screaming, and the sobering scent of gore, sobering up was easy enough.


Making a mad dash behind the woman, didn't take long since Jatt was like a linebacker, he shouted in a fit of mad laughter the name of Accord. Part of the deal he had with the current mando, go and do whatever he wants as long as it's massive stupidity in the public eye while slandering their enemy's name. Being Death Watch was awesome, or were they The Chosen now. Jatt couldn't remember, holo messages and the bot being broken made life difficult. But running around chasing puss-women was fun, remaining a tad bit behind the chick, Jatt clanking with all the random gear he had thrown before jumping into the night life it looked kind of hilarious.


“Aye, wher' we goin?”