When Time Slows Down

[CaliforniaWinter]

Rikkal-Da walked down the crowded streets of Nar Shadda, looking in awe at the massive spires and corridors of buildings. He had never seen this many people in his life, even in the capital back on Munto Codru. He stood a bit taller than everyone else around him, which as far as he was concerned was great since he could a better view. The four-armed Codru-Ji stopped at nearby stall to look at the different fruits the droid merchant was selling.

"Are you going to buy something, or just continue to starts at my wares?

Rikkal glanced at the protocol droid, its once golden plating now covered in dirt and muck. The poor thing. "No, I was just taking a look. My apologies." He turned his head to take in his surroundings one more time, his icy blue eyes scanning the horizons. It was incredible to think that this was just one planet of many that he could go explore. His stomach growled, indicating that it was time to "refuel".

He turned his attention back to the merchant, who was still watching him closely. If he was an organic, no doubt a frown would be plastered on that face of his.
"Sorry to interrupt you again, but do you know where I can find a decent place to get something to eat?" He asked in the nicest way possible, hopeful this droid wouldn't become more agitated than it already us. "Yes, right there, under the sign that says "Bar" and "Food"! He pointed his metallic finger towards a nearby building.

Rikkal-Da just gave a small nod of gratitude and made his way over. He stoped outside the entrance, and tied his white-gray hair into a ponytail; he hated getting hair in his food. He walked inside, a bit nervous considering this was his first bar away from home. He stopped at the entrance, a sudden sense of urgency came washing over him. Something was off. He always had this feeling when something bad was about to happen, and this time it was strong. He glanced around at the patrons of the bar, some were just eating and drinking, a few passed out, but most were focused on a commotion near the back of the establishment. Rikkal clenched his fist, all four of them, and made his way past a blue skinned woman and her dark haired companion.

He sat down at the table next to theirs, his gray plated armor stretching slightly to accomad his change in posture, and searched for the source of the tension in the room. There. In the back were two men and a Twi'Lek woman, with what appeared to be lightsabers.

Lightsabers!

He glanced down at the double bladed weapon of the Jedi that was attached to his hip. Maybe one of them knew the whereabouts of his father. But he knew better than to intrude on whatever business they had going on. He leaned forward ever so slightly, constantly aware of his surroundings. He had only been away from home for a few weeks and he was about to experience his first bar fight.
"I wonder if the rest of my life is going to be this exciting..." He mumbled to himself.

 

[Kari Hadron]

The need to protest rose quickly in the girl, about the give this Sithling a mouthful, but she was quickly finding herself short on time. First entered one intruder, and then the next. These alcoves are supposed to be private, she thought to herself, but apparently people just had a knack for going wherever they chose. From the commotion stirring outside, it would seem the entire place was about to erupt into a blaze of glory and death, a fight for which she was ill-prepared. A deep, long sigh was started only to be interrupted by a backwards-lit lightsaber coming way too close to her face for comfort.

The moment for inaction had passed, there was only time to react, to defend herself against these more powerful mortals. She slid under the table, all the way until her hair touched the cushions of the booth. Strong and well-toned legs braced against the only leg of the table, before violently shoving it up and out, mainly at their intruders but caring little who the table actually hit. Her voice was loud and forceful, a state it practically never reached, but these were rapidly becoming desperate times that were screaming for desperate measures.

"OUT! EVERYONE GET OUT!" She shrieked at them, still curled against the cushion of the booth. Her tiny little fists were balled, as if she really thought she could hurt any of them. She knew better but she was more than ready to try. "THAT MEANS NOW!"

 

[Richie B.]

Triton smiled happy to see his rival and friend become a Adept within the Matukai order, the two had arrived on Nar Shadda for two reasons. One to celebrate Ar'Rhan's promotion and to hunt down some dangerous Mandalorian but at the moment the two walked towards a cantina, Triton wanted to celebrate the and thought it would be good to go into a cantina. Triton was a tall man being a bit over 6 ft and having the body is a warrior that has spent his entire live fighting, most wouldn't want to mess with the pair. Triton's scar just below his right eye made it look like a tear mark, with nice white robes and his incomplete Wan-Shen on his back the Matukai warrior was a strange site on Nar Shadda.

"Come one Ar'Rhan lets go into this one." The young man was acting like a kid dragging the larger furry man with him.

Once the two entire the Cantina both warriors could sense the dark side and light side, a light sabers were out and Triton would just smirk a fight was one of the few things the young Matukai was good at and it seems the little celebration for Ar'Rhan is taking a interesting turn.

"So brother what do you want to do? I will back you up." Triton said to Ar'Rhan low enough so only the two of them could hear the young man was smiling happy to test his metal against the Sith.

 

[Romeo Sin]

(This was spoken OOCly)

He ducked as the man charged him, the man probably hoping to take him out with one strike, and probably unaware they were on the same level here. It would take more than a mere lunge strike to get Romeo. As he ducked, his foot came up to kick the saber out the man's hand, unaware if it would shut off once out of it's master's grip. Romeo's mind rushed with many thoughts, all were clouded, and foggy by the darkside as he concentrated on the task at hand. Suddenly, there was a crowd watching them, and trying to get in the action. This infuriated the Vahla as he cursed once more in his native tongue under his breath. He was supposed to be with the Cartel for easy money, and less than loud life. No, that's never how it went, no matter where you went, the galaxy's problems always found you. He took in a breath, and reach a hand out, calling on the force to reach out.

This would cause a invisible force to wrap around the Sith, curling up like a snake with it's prey. Romeo would then pull back, using the other hand to pull back as well. This action would pull the Sith back into the room, and close the door behind them, if that could be done in time. Otherwise this would probably cause the people to charge into the room, and there was still the case of where the lightsaber would drop if he had kicked it out of the man's hand. The man was about to prepare for a nice beating, one only a Vahla could dish out.

"I hate it when people butt into my business. If you want to leave this bar without a couple broken bones, stay out of it! This is my fight!"

 

[Fez]

As the lunge moved forward in natural transition Tor'Vani felt an immense pressure hit his lightsaber wielding hand. He turned his head ever so slightly and saw his blade fall out from behind him. He lost his one weapon that could hold this fight in any good standing, hand to hand combat wasn't the forte of the young Acolyte. With the Vahl's duck Tor'Vani ended up behind him and out of the privacy, or as much of it that the three had and into the sight of what seemed to be a million people. He picked his head up off of the ground and saw three Jedi, a Mandalorian and a larger silver haired being with four arms. "Damn it. I tried to stay out all this by seeming to be darker than I am to that Twi'lek waitress and now it's an all out battle." He thought to himself, assessing what he should do next. Out of nowhere he felt the invisible pressure of what could only be the force wrapping around his body, it pulled him away and back into the presence of the Vahl. He heard the man speak to the crowd of people wanting in on the fight, but something came over him. He blacked out, the young Sith couldn't see nor could he seem to move. He was aware of what was around him, but he just couldn't see it. It was all a sense of feeling it. His body was burning up from the inside. Another episode of power or something close to his was coming over him. "Your time will come." The whispers came back and haunted his thoughts. All he could think about was, "Is this my time to die? I have barely made myself anything I wanted to become." Again back to blackness his mind went and then it came to again as he thought of the fate that the women that saved him from a full-out bar onslaught, the one that he stole from captivity. "What will become of her if I go? I need this. I can't go out, not yet."

The young Sith faded to blackness again, but this time he used it as a state for meditation. He focused the dark powers of the force around him. And he mental prepared for the beating his body would take on the outside, hopefully this wouldn't kill him. Hopefully he could make it out alive, long enough to find purpose in his lonely dark life.

 

[Hopeless Wanderer]

They had come to the city of Nar Shaddaa on business. Reginald Cane, the reclusive Mandalorian turned kidnapper had been rumored to take up residence within the city of sin. Ar'Rhan Ghol, had been tasked with tracking down the once proud warrior and to bring him before the Elders of his Order. Realizing that this particular mission could prove beneficial to the young Proselyte, Triton Octave, the Shistavanen Adept had asked the Human to accompany him on the search. Though, there had been no signs of the man as of yet and probably wouldn't be arriving for another day or two. Which, forced the two Matukai to find something to pass the time and what better way than to indulge themselves to a drink or two.

Allowing the exuberant Triton to lead the way, Ar'Rhan followed in a cautious manner as his naturally heightened senses could detect various dark dealings happening all around them as they walked. After all, they were in a place of carnal behavior. So, when his companion suggested they enter an establishment that seemed off-putting... downright dreadful in many respects... Ghol merely shrugged and figured what would be the harm in having a drink. As long as that would be the only thing that they would be partaking from while inside.

"A place such as this... we'd be lucky to get a clean glass. Though, I'm game if you are."

He was trying to seem excited about the prospect of sharing a drink with his comrade. In truth, he would in any other situation. There was just something about this city that made the furry beasts skin crawl. The feeling that had refused to leave him since their arrival upon this world was one of necessity. The need to do something about the darkness that permeated the very fibers of practically everyone they'd come across. Yet, he knew that it was not his place to meddle in business that did not concern him and so, he stayed his hand. Though, that didn't mean that he wasn't prepared for a worst case scenario.

Beneath the robes that consisted of colors of white with gold trim, Ar'Rhan wore the entirety of his Warskin accompanied by his Wan-Shen being collapsed and stored upon the magplate at the base of his spine. He had opted to leave the helmet of his battle armor at the temporary place of residence that they had acquired. Having figured that it would only draw unwanted attention and instead had decided to where the fine spidersilk scarf that had been gifted to him upon achieving the rank of Adept. It was composed of the same color palette that his robes were made of and had been wrapped loosely around his neck, the two long ends flowing over each shoulder.

Once inside the bar, Ghol was relieved that he had come prepared because of the thick fog of tension that seemed to fill the smoky place of business. Despite this fact the Adept was determined to simply let the situation take care of itself. While, he was no expert in the art of Force Sense... Ar'Rhan could tell that it was in fact two separate dark presences that were clashing. As far as he was concerned, if they wanted to fight one another then so be it. It wasn't until the cry of a female from that room made him cast a glance in the direction of the conflict. She was screaming for everyone to vacate the room, yet no one heeded her plea. The tone that she had used seemed to be one of fear and desperation. Something that the Matukai was unable to ignore.

"I will not allow an innocent to be swept up into the turmoil of two clashing dark entities, Triton. Follow my lead."

The tone in which he spoke was riddled by the aggravation that he felt. His long lips curling along the length of his muzzle exposing the incisors that lined him mouth. Powerful strides carried him forward through the crowd of gathering patrons that began to part as he pushed through the initial few. Arriving to the door of the room just as it slammed shut from a manipulation of the Force, only to be shattered to pieces with a thunderous crash from the massive foot that Ar'Rhan laid into it. Stepping into the room just far enough to allow him comrade to enter as well, the Matukai extended his left hand towards the woman that had forced his actions. His right hand lingering upon the Mythra cylinder upon his back if the need for it arose.

Glowing golden eyes took in the scene before him. One man seemingly entwined by the invisible tendrils of the Force that the other dark presence seemed to manipulate. He cared not for either of them at this moment in time, only wanting to separate the woman from the present danger. They could and would be dealt with when the time was right.

"Come here woman. This is no place for a lady."

He tried to speak with a warmness that would express his concern for her, yet he feared that the agitation that he felt would find his was into his voice.

 

[Richie B.]

Triton didn't need Ar'Rhan to tell him twice following his partner the young warrior of light felt the force flow into his body, the Sith was about to learn what it meant to face a warrior of the light. Trusting in his abilities to out preform the Sith in speed and strength the young Matukai warrior carried his incomplete Wan-Shen in his right hand slamming it onto the floor which should get the attention of the people of the cantina, seeing a few people that looked like they would actually survive a fight between force users Triton was only a little bit behind Ar'Rhan when he gave the warning.

"If everyone can please walk out of the cantina we will take care of this quickly and as peacefully as possible but it is hard to fight when worrying about harming others that are innocent." Triton could only hope most of the people within the cantina would walk out, considering that Triton could easily pass of as a Mandalorian without armor if the young man wasn't wearing white robes or carrying a solid black staff.

Following Ar'Rhan into the back room hoping that at least the other person that he saw carrying lightsaber a was a Jedi, considering the young man didn't get a bad feeling from her that was very likely. The Matukai hoped they wouldn't get yelled at for breaking the door, remembering the time he dented a ship that the Jedi were using and got yelled at by a tiny blind girl that almost made the giant warrior cry.

"Brother I will grab the woman and once she is safe I will be back, you go take care of our new friends. Remember though Ar'Rhan just because you got promoted doesn't mean your invincible please be careful." Triton said which his Wan-Shen to his left hand facing the two man in case the young Matukai needed to protect himself and the girl walking towards the girl seeing how admired her made the young Matukai feel good seeing her bravery.

"Miss please come with me it's too dangerous my partner will hold those two off but right now with you here he won't be able to fight at 100% just grab my hand and I will take you some place safe." Triton said in a gentle and calm voice hoping to gain the trust of the woman, his intentions were pure only hoping to get her someplace away from the fighting.

 

[CaliforniaWinter]

Rikkal-Da hated these feelings, these emotions. Waves of anger, frustration and pure hate washed over him, originating from the two dark side users in the cantina. He watched in awe and disgust as the two fought for a moment, before one of the men seemed to throw his opponent into the room and shut the door.

He glanced around the cantina, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he watched two beings in robes enter the establishment. He could feel the sense peace and serenity that radiated from them, and it put his mind to ease. These two obviously knew what they were doing.

"If everyone can please walk out of the cantina, we will take care of this quickly and as peacefully as possible but it is hard to fight when worrying about harming others that are innocent."

Rikkal nodded, more to himself than anyone else, and stood up from his table next to the blue skinned woman and her comrade. He went to each table, motioning for the women and those that look ill prepared for a fight to leave."Please, this way. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. It's for your safety." He stood at the entrance of the cantina, ushering people out as fast as he could with his four appendages.

After most of them were gone, he turned to see who else was left. Just some other patrons of the bar that were too stubborn or too nosy to leave.

As he sat back down at his table, he could hear muffled voices in the room.If he was correct, there had to be at least five people in that room, four of them combat capable. Rikkal-Da could only imagine what this place would look like after a major conflict between those involved. He folded his top two hands across his chest, the bottom two were holding the hilts of two of the vibro rapiers on his back. It never hurt to prepare.

 

[Mara Jade Brown]

The Bith, Mara’s imagined fellow bettor, began to make for the exit as soon as the snap-hiss of a kindling lightsaber echoed through the small private alcove. Making incomprehensible sounds of disapproval, Mara raised a hand, firmly pressing her palm into the slender alien’s chest. Raising her other hand, she carefully plucked the small mug the Bith held from his grasp before dropping her obstructing hand from his body and allowing him to scamper off and away from danger.

Attention shifting back to the fight unfolding in front of her, she took a sip of the drink, eschewing all caution when it came to drinking some strange alien’s beverage. Lowering the mug, she held her tongue between her lips and nodded imperceptivity to herself when she came to the conclusion that it was lomin ale. Her broad grin, having briefly disappeared as she concentrated on the flavor of the drink, returned immediately. She had gotten her free drink, and she was being treated to a free show in addition. Tonight was going to be great.

Defying all odds, the chaotic scene grew even more entertaining. Eyes darting about with rapt curiosity, Mara watched the presumed prostitute slink beneath the table and proceed to leverage her feet against its leg and hurling it outward. The tall Mandalorian woman wasn’t exactly near the potential hazard, but she moved back and pressed her back flat against the wall behind her all the same. She struggled to contain a laugh at the woman’s angry, and eventually damped down on the reaction by taking another pull of ale.

This is like a bad holodrama, she mused with a slight disbelieving shake of her head.

As the two combatants met in the small space Mara’s eyebrows rose with curious interest, and she let out a subdued cheer as the combat began in earnest. The little guy, the one who’d activated his lightsaber and charged, had lost his weapon quite immediately, though, and she felt a corner of her broad smile twitch downward in distress. Thankfully the Bith had departed, opting not to take her on the unfortunate bet.

Ignoring the fact that one of the fighters closed the door, effectively locking her in the same room with these psychopaths, Mara continued to stare out at the scene, utterly captivated. Suddenly, the door exploded inward, and her head and attention jerked to regard the newly formed opening. Some hulking Shistavanen stepped through the threshold, and Mara couldn’t help but let loose an incredulous snort.

This is the best holodrama I have ever seen in my life. She had never partaken in drug use and, following the death of her sister, certainly had no desire to experiment. However, if the chaotic insanity of psychedelic pharmaceutical use could even come close to matching what she was very soberly observing, she now understood the appeal. Her sputtering quickly devolved into full blown laughter when the massive lupine alien righteously demanded the woman at the center of it all now come with him.

“Guys, she's a hooker,” she observed drly, as casually as if she were commenting on an actual holodrama production. “You can get them like… anywhere,” she gestured flippantly with the hand not busy holding the container of alcohol. It seemed like a hell of a lot of energy, effort, and probably sixty credits worth of door were being wasted for what was, for all intents and purposes, a relatively common commodity on Nar Shaddaa.

She could hear the sound of panicked customers dying out in the cantina proper, and the assertive voices of a few different beings ushering the remnants to relative safety. But she didn’t pay them much mind. Theatrically they were far less interesting in their reasonableness. Mara was waiting for an elevation in the action, an upsurge in the absurdity. Perhaps Andraste would make an appearance and declare that the barely clothed woman was that Skywalker she’d heard about. Mara snorted at the thought and took another drink.

 

[Romeo Sin]

Anger rose inside Romeo as he felt two presences coming at the door, and was only slightly puzzled as the door was ripped apart, and the womb was removed from the scene cause someone wanted to be a hero, no because the two wanted to be heroes.

The woman at the back who had issued bets on the fight was now calling her a hooker, and going on watching. His hands closed into tight fists, and he called on the force to guide him. His eyes turned a even darker red now, like blood.

He now had to move shop, move his hideout, move his entire life to the next planet so that he could restart all over. Romeo was utterly displeased with this, disgusted with the fact that now not only did a sith have the gall to openly try something, but these two guys were about defend him, and he was done with it all.

His whole body shifted agile like, with fluid movement. His left foot moved behind him as his body positioned to the side, and his fight foot was placed in front towards the two aliens in front of him.

A flick of his wrist, and his weapon shot to his left hand, a hilt, and his right hand was held up palm open towards the two men. With a press of the button, his orange blade came to life with a loud crackling sound.

"Who wants some?"

 

[Undine]

As she felt her body come back to her and the buzzed sensation leave her mind, Jade smiled at her long time friend. "I think this has gone on long enough, people are scared and this is quickly getting out of control." Jade closed her eyes, and reached out with Force, allowing her sight to focus on the space within the room the two sith had disappeared into. "I sense two sith, a hostage, a bystander, and two men who seem to be some sort of vigilantes. First things first we need to flush them out of that room, enclosed spaces and sith don't mix well, at least not for innocent civilians." The Jedi Knight took a moment to recognize the irony of calling anyone on Nar Shaddaa an innocent civilian.

Once she recovered, Jade took another moment to scan the room, her sight coming to rest on a keg of some type of alcoholic beverage. The pantoran walks over to the bar and proceeded to hop over the counter where she found a terrorfied middle aged man who she assumed was the bar owner. "You need to get to safety, I'm a member of the cartel assigned to protect this area. I'm here to arrest the sith that started this mess." Offering a hand to the man and a warm smile, he looked up at her with bewilderment, which Jade simply assumed was due to the fact that most members of the Cartel would have never stopped to help him or his bar. Nonetheless, as the man ran out from behind the counter and took a turn down a back hallway leading to a back exit, Jade set about her task while keeping her vision on Kai, if he ended up needing her help she would be more than capable of covering him with her GL-77 blaster pistol.

As she made her way over to the keg she'd seen, she could sense the growing tension of the conflict unfolding in the private room off to the side. If they were going to keep the violence from resulting in the loss of life, they would need to act sooner rather then later. As she reached the keg she realized it was actually some sort of barrel, the difference being it had a cap at the top she could easily just twist off. Jumping over the counter again, young Jedi concentrated on the Force instead of letting the conflict distract her mind. As she motioned with the Force, the barrel came over the counter after her and landed at her feet. With one finger she poked inside the opening and took a quick taste of the contents, Twi'lek liquor, highly flammable and well suited to what she had in mind.

Jade made the mental connection with Kai once more, this time much clearer than the last as she told him what she was planning. "I'm going to use the Force to throw the barrel into the room, let it soak the carpets for a few seconds and then throw some sort of fire in along with it, the resulting smoke should flush them out right into our path." As she spoke her mind search the tables around her for a lighter or a candle and ended up finding an abandoned cigar which she beckoned to her through the Force. As she caught the lit end of the cigar she flinched and dropped it, but quickly recovered. She stood there, gathering herself and letting her senses focus on the room once more before she lifted the twenty gallon keg through the Force and slowly pushed her hand forward, sending the barrel on a semi-fast pace to the door where she suddenly rose her other hand and throw the barrel through the top of the door frame, over the heads of those inside and slamming into the back wall before falling onto the cushioned couch below where the Twi'lek liquor began flowing out onto the floor in small choked waves.

With that all said and done she prepared to toss the cigar and pulled her GL-77 blaster pistol out of it's holster and aimed it in the direction of the door frame. As she did so Jade motioned to Kai to get ready and crouched down before making her way to cover. If no one figured out what was about to happen, Jade figured she'd just have to throw the cigar inside the room and let them find out. After taking a quick puff of the cigar, finding it to be a lot harsher then the white tea leaves she normally smoke from her hookah, Jade made a mental note to buy some more since she was beginning to run low and was soon going to have only the cheap green tea that had to be flavored with cranberry juice just to make it smokable. Whatever these sith had thought they'd be doing here today, they wouldn't find the bar so easy to leave, at least not without a proper fight in doing so.​

 

[Ral]

"I agree, but we should make sure everyone gets out of here first, Jade. Ya know, before we risk tossing the place." The young knight rearned to his blue-skinned friend with the silver locks. Seeing Jade close her eyes, Kai did the same, extending his senses outwards so he could feel all the living things within the vicinity, sharing the information with Jade through their bond. Or at the very least impressions of the information. Opening his eyes back up, Kai spied the people Jade had mentioned and he had felt as well. "I just hope they don't have a problem with us making them move..."

As Jade moved for the bar, Kai moved for the door. Each step was slow and measures, each one bringing him slightly closer to a possible conflict. A conflict Kai certainly hadn't come looking for, and one that he absolutely hoped there was still a chance to avoid. While Jade seemed to be very gung-ho about fighting, Kai only wished for a peaceful resolution. Reaching into the Force as he neared the now-shattered doorway he started to speak. "Alright everyone, break it up. Party's over. There's no need for violence, why doesn't everyone just take a breath and come on out of here before somebody does something they'll regret?"

Kai had been using the Force to help influence his words. While he certainly detected that most of the bodies in the room were sensitive to the Force, he hoped that the little bit would help prevent an all-out Force brawl in the small establishment. Unfortunately, it seemed like his words were too few, too late as one of the men activated their lightsaber. That put before him the bloodshine blade of a Sith and the orange blade of whoever this other man was. And unfortunately neither man seemed like they were about to submit peacefully. Damn it. The words ran through his mind like a bitter tonic as he grabbed his lightsaber from under his clothes and into his hand defensively.

Just then Jade threw her barrel and it flew threw the doorway and smashed against the wall, spilling its contents. Humming to himself, Kai watched as the attractive Pantoran tossed the cigar into the room, using the Force to keep it steady, right into the flammable liquid that had just saturated the room. And just like that the room turned into an inferno. Everything started to catch fire and smoke would begin to fill it and pour out quickly making it very difficult to breathe. Looking at the dark skinned woman outside, Kai rolled his eyes, "It's never easy is it?" He asked as he brought his lightsaber into his hands and prepared to activate it just in case. "Everyone out now!"

 

[Kari Hadron]

Bar fights were something of a relatively commonplace ordeal on Nar Shaddaa, but this was turning absolutely ridiculous. Lightsabers and egos flashing around like glow wands in the rave house right down the road. Great cover for a spice-shack, really, and the nightlife in that place was always banging. Literally, Kari had heard it many, many nights from her slaver's podium, or when she was dancing, she'd often focus on the beat from said place instead of the craptastic abomination that was the live music played in her own cantina.

As it were, none of this was anything Kari couldn't handle. Beyond the fact that the two men in front of her had completely ignored a leg-press-launched table being thrown at them, or the saberfight taking place within micrometers of her nose (the ozone smell of which would later cause her to puke on another planet), the final straw had been the barrel of perfectly good drinking alcohol plummeting into the room like a makeshift hand-grenade. It was a tactic she'd witnessed firsthand and had been impressed the first time, but the first instance had been enough to teach her the next thing that would come. It wasn't even that the barrel was going to start some napalm, it was that the barrel hadn't smashed against the floor, but her still-extended legs, and coated her with the Twi'lek crap that only the most hard-assed (poor) of patrons chose to drink. Ryloth had two commodities, slaves and crappy beer. At this point it was time to go.

In a flash, literal quarter-seconds of time between parasympathetic nervous system recognizing the immediate stimulus and motor and associative cortices sending appropriate signals to get away, she was bolting out of the room, making a hard left once passed the two dueling darksiders, and making a bolt straight for the door. She didn't care about ownership rights at this point, she just needed to be away. She made her way outside the bar, fluidly swirling her dancers gyrations around hands that thought to contain anyone that would leave. When concrete met bare foot, there was another immediate hard right.

And that was it. She was gone. Into thin air, one might say.

 

[MandoMania]

Bar fights were something of a relatively commonplace ordeal on Nar Shaddaa, but this was turning absolutely ridiculous. Lightsabers and egos flashing around like glow wands in the rave house right down the road. Great cover for a spice-shack, really, and the nightlife in that place was always banging. Literally, Kari had heard it many, many nights from her slaver's podium, or when she was dancing, she'd often focus on the beat from said place instead of the craptastic abomination that was the live music played in her own cantina.

As it were, none of this was anything Kari couldn't handle. Beyond the fact that the two men in front of her had completely ignored a leg-press-launched table being thrown at them, or the saberfight taking place within micrometers of her nose (the ozone smell of which would later cause her to puke on another planet), the final straw had been the barrel of perfectly good drinking alcohol plummeting into the room like a makeshift hand-grenade. It was a tactic she'd witnessed firsthand and had been impressed the first time, but the first instance had been enough to teach her the next thing that would come. It wasn't even that the barrel was going to start some napalm, it was that the barrel hadn't smashed against the floor, but her still-extended legs, and coated her with the Twi'lek crap that only the most hard-assed (poor) of patrons chose to drink. Ryloth had two commodities, slaves and crappy beer. At this point it was time to go.

In a flash, literal quarter-seconds of time between parasympathetic nervous system recognizing the immediate stimulus and motor and associative cortices sending appropriate signals to get away, she was bolting out of the room, making a hard left once passed the two dueling darksiders, and making a bolt straight for the door. She didn't care about ownership rights at this point, she just needed to be away. She made her way outside the bar, fluidly swirling her dancers gyrations around hands that thought to contain anyone that would leave. When concrete met bare foot, there was another immediate hard right.

And that was it. She was gone. Into thin air, one might say.

Black who had been watching out in the darkness of the streets of what was going in side the bar. Deciding that the time was right he entered the bar and with a wave of his hand pinned the two fighting Sith with lightsabers against the wall. Black Mask then walked up to Tor'Vani. "On Felucia young acolyte you asked for a master to please with your distruction. I shall give you a reason to become my apprentice." Black mask began to dash around the room slaughtering all that remained in the bar with his crimson red lightsaber while all Tor'Vani could do was watch. (this is only including NPC's)

 

[Romeo Sin]

Romeo leaned back as suddenly alcohol was sprayed into the room, some even getting on his leg. Someone screamed get out, and the next thing Romeo realized that fire wooshed up to life, and crawled up to his leg. Quickly, he jumped back and called once more on the force. With this, Romeo used the force to push the fire back, and attempting to kill it.
"Are you daft?! Trying to freaking kill us!?" He yelled out.
Once more he pushed with the force against the fire, and it watched as it swooshed out the room, and eventually died from the excessive
"What is wrong with you!?"

 

[Mara Jade Brown]

Face half-obscured by the upturned base of the mug, Mara arched a single curious eyebrow when she caught sight of some manner of wooden keg levitating into the room of its own accord. The scene was so surreal and bizarre she had to seal her lip around the ceramic and stop the flow of lomin ale. Despite the statistically-unlikely collection of Force users around her, the floating keg was of special note because it wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. It simply flew in from somewhere out of view and sped directly towards the back wall where, predictably, it slammed with a sharp crack before falling awkwardly to the floor, mangled by the impact and leaking some sort of green liquid, presumably alcohol.

Tentatively, Mara finished the rest of her ale and watched with keen interest as someone else began to bark orders through the hole where there had once been a door. Who knew Nar Shaddaa was so littered with good Samaritans? Terribly, hilariously ineffective good Samaritans. The Mandalorian wondered idly if their presence was some sort of natural response to the filth and corruption fostered by the system’s Hutt leadership—like sentimental humanitarians drawn inexorably to the chaos and destruction of war out of an altruistic compulsion to to good.

Except, in this case, every interloper’s attempt thus far to mollify the situation only served to enflame it. The irony was so thick that even one of the many lightsabers bouncing about the cantina would struggle to cut it.

Finally lowering the now-emptied mug from her mouth, Mara’s brown eyes sparkled with amusement as they tracked the mad scramble of the prostitute out of the area. She had seen her, out the periphery of her vision, get a fair amount of the green liquor splashed across her legs. Apparently that was too great an indignity to suffer in silence. Cocking her head to a side, Mara had to hand it to the girl: everyone had their line, and maybe the other woman was more than willing to let buffoonish Force users fight to possess her but couldn’t abide by being doused in bitter-smelling intoxicants. Not without getting paid first. Her mouth crept upward into a sardonic grin at the thought. “Ret’, Fel’ica,” she murmured to herself.

The flash of ignition at the edge of her vision brought her thoughts back to the presence, and Mara watched as a cigar seemed to set a portion of the room aflame. She had studied medicine, but the physics behind that combustion seemed impossible per her understanding of the galaxy and its natural laws, but perhaps one of the psychopaths clustered about her had used the Force to trigger the fire. With a casual nonchalance that was utterly inappropriate to the chaotic situation, Mara pursed her lips thoughtfully and began to slowly vacate the room.

Hearing a vaguely familiar voice seem to address her in particular, Mara glanced to see some man—a boy, more appropriately—wielding a lightsaber. She shrugged in response to his rhetorical question. “You lot don’t seem to be making it any better,” she observed, gesturing with her empty mug towards the presently unlit weapon in his hands. It didn’t take a Jetii to realize it wasn’t going to remain that way for long.

Her mouth fell open, and she was preparing some sarcastic quip about him looking a little young to grace the cantina with his presence, when yet another lunatic entered the fray and she clamped her mouth closed. She watched the new entrant warily and didn’t have to wait long until he pronounced some ridiculously overwrought line to one of the other half-dozen men engaged in the fight and, without warning, subsequently began murdering some of the poor patrons who had yet to escape the chaos.

“Your job sucks,” she said dryly, flinging the empty mug carelessly over a shoulder. Having to deal with psychopaths with red laser swords while maintaining a haughty, paternalistic view of the galaxy and its ‘regular folk,’ where was the fun in that? With a sigh, she drew the blaster holstered at her left thigh with one hand and began to slide the awkward Songsteel blade at her back with her other. Given his apparent reluctance to jump immediately into combat, Mara assumed the young fellow with short black hair had at least some sense about him.

“I guess I’ll help you out,” she said, not bothering to even try to sound remotely enthusiastic at the prospect. “But I get that asshole,” she pointed with the pistol towards the newcomer, prancing about with such a careless disregard for life that she wondered how he had even managed to survive this long. She didn’t know if it was his embodiment of unrestrained violence, reminiscent of everything wrong with Mando culture or the simple fact that he was killing people who didn’t deserve it, but she really, really wanted to kill him.

 

[Hopeless Wanderer]

As quick as a bunny, the woman presumed to be a slave prostitute, had bound out from the booth that she had helped to clear space by kicking the table out into the room. When she moved for the door in her attempt to flee the situation, Ar'Rhan rocked slightly on his heels to allow her enough clearance to pass. His grey fur brushing against the soft skin of the female as she slide by him. The fragrance of her lifting to the sensitive nose of the Shistavanen and was systematically filed into his memory bank, just in case he had need to locate her when he was done dealing with the two dark entities standing before him. The aggressor of the two of them proved to have the larger set of stones between his thighs, when he turned to face the hulking predator that was Ar'Rhan, even having the gall to ask him "if he wanted some".

Just as the Matukai was about to identify himself and declare that he indeed did want a piece of them, chaos ensued. A barrel of some highly potent alcoholic beverage came catapulting through the doorway, managing to barely sail past his head and strike the wall adjacent to the violated door. Following closely behind the wasted liquor was an igniter of somekind, it had gone unseen by the Shistavanen, had been fired into the flammable liquid and set fire to the room. Surprisingly, the follower of the Darkness had squelched the flames with a quick manipulation of the Force. Effectively, nullifying the planned blaze. Though, in the following moments Ar'Rhan found it impossible to not find humor in the man's words. Questioning if people were trying to kill him, when moments prior it seemed as though he intended to kill the apparent Sith that he had held bound by the Force. Not to mention that, yes. In fact, he was indeed in danger of losing his life and those outside of the room should be the least of his concerns. Due to the fact that standing before him was an armor clad Shistavanen that was having a hearty chuckle at his expense. Though, I guess that despite his massive size and impressive armor... he did appear to be unarmed.

"Oh..ho..ha-ha..hehehe. Okay, I - Ahem - You... ha-ha."

His attempt to speak had gone horribly as he'd been unable to shake the laughing fit that cut through him and so, had decided that words were nothing more than a simple formality at this point. Merely, a means of delaying the inevitable. Which was something that Ar'Rhan had no intention of prolonging. These were the thoughts that allowed the beast to finally garner a hold over himself and cease the silent chuckle that had continued to plague him. Deciding that he'd leave the man of the Dark alone for his silly statements, figuring that his uncontrollable laughter would be enough of a response in itself. Though, he did still want to address the man in order to identify himself and his intentions.

"My name is Ar'Rhan Ghol and I'm an Adept of the Order of the Matukai. It is our duty to walk the shadows in defense of the Light, by seeking out the Darkness wherever it resides and destroy it." His words are highlighted by a growl that begins to emit from deep within the Shistavanen's chest. Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink... the sound of the cylinder that he'd had palmed in his right hand elongating could be heard over the throaty noise, followed by the always familiar cry of metal upon metal filled the air as the blade emerged from within and settled into place. One massive paw, the one that had activated the weapon, rested in the groove between the blade and the pole of the weapon. The other furry claw was still at his side. He'd called his Wan-Shen too take a much shorter form than designed for, allowing only enough staff to lengthen that would permit the blade to form and a short handle beneath it.

"You -" He pounced. Empowered by the Light, Ar'Rhan had strengthened his body exponentially with the aide of the Force in order to derive a quick end to this conflict. In such a small room, it took only three mere strides, that resembled a big furry blur to close the gap between them. Thanks to his amplified abilities from his strength in the Control aspects of the Force. "- are -" He struck. A powerful blow delivered straight on aiming for the man's face, utilizing the blade of his Wan-Shen as an enormous bladed pair of brass-knuckles. Following up with a kick from his left leg targeting his adversaries right thigh. Meanwhile, by this point his right hand had been drawn back from the first attempted blow. His grip releasing as he tossed the axe up slightly, only for his hold to take control of the weapon again only further down the shaft now. "- that -" He withdrew. With the Wan-Shen being brandished above him and then brought looping in from the side hoping to cleave from left shoulder to right hip, Ar'Rhan finished with a quick shuffle of his feet. Allowing the predator of the Darkness to distance himself for any retaliatory strikes. "- Darkness." He finished. His years of training in martial arts and combat in general were apparent in the defensive posturing that he'd taken up. His golden orbs shifting between the man he'd attacked and the one who had to this point remained silent after being freed from the Force Grip that held him previously.

The entire sequence acted out and spoken in the time that the words were spoken. There had been no break or exaggerated pause in his proclamation, meaning that the process couldn't have taken longer than a second or two. His aura within the Light shining brightly and in reverence of the two Dark ones that he planned on destroying.

 

[Richie B.]

Well this had turned into a full on battle with everyone fighting each other though the young man was still next to the adept which had began fighting one of the two dark side users, unsure now what to do since the woman had ran off though the young Matukai wanted to stop her it wasn't his place and seeing how events were turning out it seemed it was best to stay with Ar'Rhan considering that he could hear several others deciding to fight another sith. Right now Triton was smiling it would seem those of the light has decided to fight the armies of the darkness, Triton heard behind him fighting and a lightsaber activating deciding since whoever sent that fire at them could be attacking soon he out of the room.

"Ar'Rhan yell if you need help." Triton said quickly, once he was outside he saw a Sith attacking innocent people and what looks like a Jedi and mandalorian planning to fight the sith.

Yet the Matukai warrior didn't wait for them to engage decided to take the fight to the Sith, running at full speed and swinging his Wan-Shen at the Sith, though it was incomplete and looked like a staff it would survive being in contact with a lightsaber, aiming the swing to hit the Siths right arm. Triton held the Wan-Shen so it had the longest reach possible while not sacrificing any power since the Matukai warrior strength was enhanced by the force if the Wan-Shen made contact it would shatter the bones in the Sith's right arm.

 

[Hank Beast]

Decki came to Nah Shaddah after spending a couple of weeks at the Jedi Temple after his years in hiding and he was going to head to one of his favourite bars while he was his alter ego Treeno. But when he landed on the planet to go to that certain bar he saw people running towards him in panic so he asked that was going on and they said "There were fights in the deep crevices of the bar" thanking them for what they said he headed towards the bar.

Decki grabbed his abdomen in pain still recovering from his injury from Felucia he headed towards the bar to see what was going on but when he was not to far from the entrance something was off there were many force users in the bar of which two he recognized: one was the sith he encountered on Felucia and the other was something he hadn't encountered in his years of hiding it was "Jade Evoyn my friend" Decki said to himself as he started dashing faster and faster realizing he might see the only person he remembered from his previous life.

Decki reached the bar and spotted that a fire had also started due to the fight and he started looking for his Pantoran friend, Decki started talking in Jawanese thinking that she may recognise his voice "Miss Jade, Miss Jade are you here it's me Decki" he said as he started walking around trying to stay away from the fight so he wouldn't get hurt again by the same man who left gastly this wound.