Tonight ends with a Boom.

[James Logan]

LOCATION: CANTINA ON RYLOTH
TIME: UNKNOWN
GEAR: Everything in here
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It was time. James Logan had prepared weeks before for this very moment. This was a life and death situation. He opened his apartment door, and shut it, locking the door once and for all. He walked down the stairs, holding tightly to his heavy bag, containing his SLR-34 and two grenades. Underneath his clothes, he wore his BlasTech Heavy Armor, ensuring he lived a little longer than expected. Walking down the street, he glanced around nervously. James wasn't a killer, he was a smuggler. Why is he doing this now? He walked up to his destination, the cantina. He walked through the door, two grenades already in his hands, primed and ready. Two in his good hand. He through on grenade left, and the other right, immediately springing into action, unzipping his bag as soon as the grenades left his hand. He struggled somewhat because of his injured right arm. He got the big SLR-34 out, and began peppering the walls with blaster fire.

 

[Nem'ro the Hutt]

Things with the Sith might have gone south — in fact, the entire galaxy was going to bantha poodoo right now — but, where the planet Ryloth was concerned, Nem'ro was still the big boss. It remained to be seen how long that would last, what with the Republic's recent victory over the Hutt Cartel in the war Coreward, but the Hutt crime boss was bound and determined to get his kicks before any Republic or Sith retribution reached Hutt-controlled worlds.

The crime lord had his personal Sha'rellian-class luxury sail barge headed towards the nearest cantina. If there was anything that would was going to improve his considerably foul mood, it was a sail barge party. The plan was simple. Pull up at every cantina along the way and fill the barge up, then party until they ran out of supplies and needed to return to the palace. As of now, the barge was only manned by the staff of his criminal enterprise on Ryloth—stiff-boards who wouldn't know a good time if it was a rathtar's tentacle slapping them across the face.

The Hutt crime boss took a large slurp of a swampy liquid and belched loudly. Some drool escaped his vast maw, but he was already several drinks in and too far gone to care. This very well might be his last outing as a crime lord. Gods knew that the Sith Empress had it out for him. Once the concessions were made in the war, he had no doubt she'd drop a ship over his palace and reduce the place to ashes. So, he was bound and determined to make the best of this day while it yet lasted.

 

[James Logan]

James continued raking blaster fire, cutting people down. He caught everyone surprised, but in minutes, the customers came to their senses, and either tried to escape, or take out their own blasters. A human with a small blaster rose out of a chair, but James saw him coming, blasting the poor fool down. "Yeah hows that! Get fricken Kriffed Mother Kriffers!!!!!!" James let out a bellowed laughed, swallowed by the pounding sound of his heavy weapon. Bolts flew through the air, some shots glancing closely past him. He was nearing low ammo, and proceeded to take cover behind the bar, the bartender lying dead on the ground, one of the first victims cut down. James laid his weapon on the floor, and quickly, but clumsily recharged his weapon. Once it was full, he went back up, and continued his rampage, this time with fire in his eyes, determined to have no-one leave alive.

@Malon