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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 24, 2013 12:15:12 GMT -8
The madness threatened to take over Ayeniner and throw him into a fit of anti-organic rage only a God could quell; and only Ayeniner had that kind of divine ability. Luckily, though, Ayeniner had no chance to go all mega on the gecko's arse, as his sneaky and unforgivable attack gave him some breathing room. He had obviously angered Dragus, and Ayeniner had to act quick to avoid complete disaster. He caught the fast-moving beer pitcher on his motion sensors, and made a decision within a micro-second; he squealed and dashed forward, turning quickly to the left and darting under a table.
He switched his lightsaber off an pretended to be a table leg. Dragus would never know. Lizards aren't that smart.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 24, 2013 12:26:11 GMT -8
Hmmm, true. Lizards aren't that smart, but Dragus did have eyes.
He lifted his lightsaber again as the droid squealed forwards, preparing to attack anew. Yet before he could deliver another blow, Ayeniner had disappeared beneath a table. That wouldn't have been an issue, except for the fact that many of the tables were close together, meaning the tiny astromech could have scurried by several of them now. The easy solution was to get on all fours and look under the table, but he wasn't about to risk getting zapped in the eye with that electro-arm. Growling, he leaped up onto the nearest table, landing on it with a heavy thud. His taloned feet clamped down on the polished wood, tearing small furrows in an otherwise unblemished surface.
"Thisss one will find you, droid." He hissed. "Find you, tear you apart, then reassemble you az a maintenance droid."
Reversing the hold he had on his lightsaber, he thrust the blade downwards, spearing the table he was standing on top of. He then hopped to the next and repeated, and kept on doing so as he progressed around the bar, seeking the hidden astromech out.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 24, 2013 13:45:52 GMT -8
Uncertain what was going on with the knife he had thrown at Barclay in his last post, Dragus decided to move on to other prospects. The snap/hiss of a lightsaber caught his ear, causing the Sithly saurian to spin around and spot the foul mouthed astromech. I'd like to say that he was surprised by seeing the droid wield a lightsaber, but to be honest given the way it had been behaving, this sorta seemed to make sense.
Extending his left arm out to the side, the Barabel drew on the Force, summoning the lightsaber hilt from his hip. The silvery cylinder slapped into his scaly palm as his clawed fingers closed around it. With a flick of his primary digit, he thumbed the activation stud, igniting the blade and causing a crimson beam of death to extend 1.2 meters from the emitter. He pointed the blade towards Ayeniner, accepting the droid's challenge.
"Thisss one iz not a brah!" He then lifted the hilt over his head, grabbing it in a two handed grip before advancing on the droid, classic horse stance. When in range he swung the blade down in a vertical slash, hoping to split the astromech into two. Somehow managing to read over the part of the blade being thrown at him lets chop this up to an adrenaline high. Just as his revolver was pointing at the man the blade sliced a thin line on his upper left arm; having spun out to aim at the original target. Wincing in pain he drew the sawed off scatter gun in the damaged arm. You fucker, do you have any idea how much this coat cost?! The shot gun pointed at the Barbel and he pulled the trigger, steel flechetes booming forth from the weapon. How do I know its not a trap? Although he said this Bat nodded in agreement to the scared Mon Cal. You can scewer this one if you want while I keep my weapon trained on him.
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 24, 2013 14:22:39 GMT -8
Cassel was confused. Was this brawl not supposed to be about him? Of course he did not mind not being the center of the universe at this exact moment, but he always thought it was funny when people turned on each other. He watched for a second and held his hands up in surrender to Barclay, but he too soon became distracted by the Mon Calimari, so Cassel thought this time was a good time to disappear. In the blink of eye once their gaze was off his and on each other Cassel ducked behind an overturned table.* *Searching through his pouches for a solution out of this, he pulled everything from a rubber ducky to a dummy thermal detonator to a--wait a thermal detonator? Cassel smiled naughtily and hopped onto a table, holding the fake thermal detonator above his head.
"Everyone stop! Or I'll blow us to pieces!"
Cassel didn't appear to be bluffing, but no one stopped to pay attention to him, at least not in the few seconds he gave them too. So he activated the fake explosive, and pink paint went everywhere, covering every bit of everything within a 20 meter radius. Pas that things only got half-covered. Cassel however was completely pink from head to pinky toe. He opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly.
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Post by Jassar Yulan on Apr 24, 2013 19:23:46 GMT -8
Jassar looked at Cassel like a lion looks at a Gazelle and started to walk to him clinching his fist. All seven fingers and claws ready to land a punch. The pink irritated him and in true Tarro fashion, he was going to let him know. Now, rather he was going to let him know by using his fist or not was anyone's guess. Also, he was covered in pink his least favorite color, so he would probably be talking with his fist. He would get closer and closer.
Jassar sent one of his hands towards Cassel's face. Hopefully the claw would wipe the pink and part of his face off. He would take any retaliatory blow by blocking it with his hands of course. Hoping the fish food guy would not get involved.
Jassar, no like pink.
He said in Basic. Now he was pissed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 0:31:24 GMT -8
While all this was going on, Eralam was standing stock still. This bar had a long history of not having any actual fatalities, and damned if he was going to let that streak get ruined before someone caught the short one. Throughout the entirety of the brawl, his concentration was solely focused on keeping everybody alive. That dagger that was thrown at Barclay? Nudged off course by Eralam (if you don't mind, Dragus.) When the Tarro hopped the counter, he had kept the bartender from engaging the usual defenses, which would have caused a rather slow, painful, and humiliating death. And naturally, when Cassel pulled out the thermal detonator, Eralam made sure the thing was harmless before throwing up a wall to block the pink. All in all, things were going well.
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 25, 2013 1:54:19 GMT -8
Ayeniner was quickly running out of options. He could pass off being a table leg no problem - how could anyone not see that astromech droids and table legs were so similar?! - but this lizard was pissed, and was hunting the future God of the universe without thought to what irreparable damage could be wrought. Ayeniner had not ascended yet, and that made him vulnerable. Even he could see that this would a one-way fight, with him being the pile of bolts left at the end.
With a loud scratching sound above, Ayeniner knew that Dragus was right above him, and that spelled disaster.
Ayeniner did the only thing he could do. Just as the blade penetrated the table above, Ayeniner set his speakers onto full, and cried.
He cried like a little girl. He actually had the recording from the Geonosian pits. The little girl ended up as slabs of flesh on the hot sand floor, but that was by-the-by. He had her primal fear for her innocent life in a bottle, and he used that for all it was worth.
Dragus would never kill a little girl screaming like that.
Would he?
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Post by Dragus on Apr 25, 2013 4:02:08 GMT -8
"Muahaha!" Roared the Sith as he speared another table before leaping on to another. This was the last, he was sure of it. Raising the blade high, he prepared to plunge it deep into the wood of the table, only to pause before that final thrust. A loud wailing struck his ear, like a sad sob of some poor defenseless babe. Now we all know that Dragus is kind of a dick, but he does hold a certain affinity for small babe like creatures, usually fur covered. He couldn't help but picture a small wokling under the table, quivering in fear. His motherly instincts took over and he deactivated his lightsaber, wanting only to hop off the table and cradle the figure that belonged to the crying voice.
However, before he was able to do that, his spider sense....err, Force sense I mean, warned him of impending danger. It seemed Barclay had not appreciated the Barabel's knife throwing skills and was now returning the favor. The Sith stomped on the edge of the table, putting all his weight into the action, causing the other end to rise and the whole damn thing to flip onto its side. Dragus fell to the floor behind the table, landing on his shoulder with a hard thud, just as the steel flechettes from Barclay's shotgun flung past, embedding in the wood of the table and whatever else was around.
He groaned, then growled in pure irritation. A squeal from Lil'Mort drew his saurian gaze, the malnourished ewok still firmly wrapped by his tail, otherwise forgotten about but still surprisingly unharmed.
"Thisss one iz going to eat you for that, antenna head." He raged. Snarling, the Barabel gripped the overturned table, grasping two of its legs in his clawed hands. Using brute strength he muscled the wooden slab from the ground, holding it in front of him as a shield. Slowly he began to advance across the bar.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 4:36:28 GMT -8
Eralam was very, very glad he had invested in the armored tables. They wouldn't stop a lightsaber, but blasters and flechettes generally couldn't punch through. All things considered, this had probably saved Dragus's scaly hide, as flechette rounds could easily punch through things that would stop a normal bullet.
Since Ayeniner was not in any immediate danger, Eralam turned his attention to Cassel, who was about to take a fist to the face. He wasn't going to stop the blow, that would be too easy. Besides, the little bugger deserved a good wallop. But if the newcomer looked like he wanted to get a little two fist happy, the Iron Knight would have to intervene. As it stood now, the brawl couldn't go on for too much longer. Even though the bartender had staid her hand earlier, she wasn't likely to do so a second time, and even he would have a hard time surviving a full activation of the defense network.
Time for some careful planning...
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 25, 2013 4:53:36 GMT -8
Cassel stood still while Jassar approached him, not out fear, but out of the thought that this was a species that he had never met before, and he wanted to get a closer look. Time seemed to slow in the little guy's mind as Jassar then took a swipe at Cassel. Cas's eyes widened in surprise and he ducked, and rolled to the right, Jassar's left, and then flipped backwards and onto a table that was still up. Cassel looked around for a moment, looking for his lightsaber, but he could not find it. So instead he took out a small knife, and held it in a defensive stance.
"You'll all rue the day when you met the Pink Avenger!"
Cassel could not help but giggle. You see, this was all a game to him. He never thought he was in real danger. There were only four people in his life that he had ever feared for, when they were in danger, and one of them was not himself. He kept a smile as he bounced around in his stance waiting for someone to come at him. This was kinda fun.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 25, 2013 5:05:09 GMT -8
Expecting death rather than being covered in pink Masterson closed his eyes just in time for the explosion to wash over him and totally ruin his outfit. His hat which had been covering the antennaphalps flew back from the force of the paint. The feelings which had been dulled from the hat now rushed towards him. From the crazy Barbel he felt love turn into hate which was directed at him. The droids of course had no feels, enjoyment from the long haired one. It took him by surprise and he retracted them so he could concentrate on the task at hand. Hey fish face, you deal with this guy and I will keep everyone off our asses.
It took him half a second to take a look around and see what was happening, it seemed odd to him that the droid who effectively started this still had not moved but it did not matter. The lizard was coming after him with a whole table to keep him safe from the harmful weapons. Obviously he couldn't penetrate it, not without some bigger guns and he didn't really want to kill the lizard just take him out of the equation. Thankfully it was a semi fancy bar and on the roof there were lights that were hanging. He waited for the advancing Dragus to get under a very fancy chandelier before shooting the chains holding it up with the Projector Pistol. Hopefully it would hit him, crush him and just all around piss him off.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 25, 2013 6:13:10 GMT -8
It wasn't exactly easy for the Barabel to see as he carried the table in front of him, but his eyes and ears were able to catch the projector pistol blast zooming by overhead. At first Dragus was amused, believing the Balosar's aim to be so poor that he missed the large target the table made of him, but then he heard the creaking from above as the support holding up the chandelier snapped. The Sith only had time to look up and utter the word, "Sithspit", before the ornate crystal display came crashing down on his head. Dragus released the table before disappearing beneath the chandelier debris, causing the heavy oak slab to clatter to the floor. A series of hissed expletives could be heard coming from the pile as the saurian sought to free himself.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 25, 2013 8:44:54 GMT -8
A short Falleen stepped through the entrance and observed the Chaos going on in the room around him. This displeased him greatly as it was interrupting his evening schedule. Instinctively he began emitting pheromones to relax and mildly sedate the bar's organic occupants. He made sure to stay out of their way if any of them came near him and he pulled a ionizer pistol from it's holster on his thigh. He loved the Ionizer, it was almost as effective as a disintegrator without all the collateral physical damage. He refrained from using it just yet, since at the moment he wasn't being threatened by anyone or anything. His expression was completely impassive, though his eyes are alert, and he stands near the door relaxed, with the Ionizer in his right hand pointed at the floor in front of him.
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Post by Darth Specter on Apr 25, 2013 10:15:02 GMT -8
Specter had just been minding his own business as he calmly walked into the bar or cantina what ever it was called on this planet even as he did he had a book in front of his face so he didn't at first notice the brawl going on. What had alerted him to it was the crashing sound of the chandelier hitting a poor being out in the cantina which caused Specter to stop near the entrance where he so happened to be beside a Fallen who was holding a rather deadly looking weapon. He just sighed as they all continued on with their brawl and then just went back to reading his book as he hoped or a little more wished that no one would take notice of a black cloaked man with his hood up and face hidden behind a mask and a book. Of course this would be besides the fact that he was in armor wearing gauntlets and a chest armor then again perhaps his weapons may catch people's attention even though his dagger and his lightsaber were probably the two most noticeable weapons. Truth be told he also had a sword and another lightsaber hidden under the cloak and inside his gauntlets were wrist blades all this he would assume made him a deadly person?
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Post by Jassar Yulan on Apr 25, 2013 10:19:27 GMT -8
As Cassel moved so did the Tarro but the knife had him a bit worried so be backed away. He would have been okay with a failed attack and went after the astromech droid but that giggling. Jassar hated giggling, while some Tarro might withstand it, this one did not. It boiled his blood and made him get a bit more feisty.
He picked up a chair. The chair wasn't all that heavy, so he placed it on the ground. He then picked up the chandelier off of the lizzard with ease. He wondered why anyone could be struggling under it. It was pretty light to him. He then held it above his head and sent it flying towards Cassel. He then ran as well, watching it fly towards Cassel. If it missed, he would be in a position to launch himself towards Cassel if it didn't miss, well, Tarro, chandelier and Cassel would collide. Unless of course, something else happened. But, Jassar always had a plan and to place a good ole beat down was one.
I will smash you!
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Post by Fisbone on Apr 25, 2013 10:31:18 GMT -8
While Fisbone was rather annoyed at the bounty hunter's use of "Fishface" but if he started fighting him, he would never get those free drinks so instead he settled for a nice force flick to the back of the hunter's head. Having his back to the door allowed him to ignore the newcomers, at least until they decided to try something. Unfortunately it was much harder to ignore the large man attempting to crush the mini-man under his fists. Of course there was nothing in the agreement that said you couldn't let someone else beat up Cassel before stepping in and taking credit for it all. He reached out with his extra senses, drawing on chaos (his name for the Force) and preparing to throw the strange violent alien off the midget and jump in at the last second. Hopefully teaming up with Barclay to watch his back would be worth it. However he still kept a mental eye behind him just to be sure, because really who in their right, pink colored mind, would trust a bounty hunter they met five minutes ago because you get free drinks for shutting a midget up?
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 25, 2013 11:38:03 GMT -8
Cassel dropped his arms for a moment and raised both eyebrows, he had but a few moment to react. He drew upon the Force and with a swift motion of his hand pushed the Chandelier off course. It collided into the wall. Cassel, still covered in pink, then proceeded to use his speed and stamina to his advantage and ran around the room, quickly hopping over tables, sliding beneath chairs, until he accidentally tripped and fell face first onto the floor. He opened one eye and smiled at what he saw, his lightsaber hilt! He grabbed it and turned the power switch on, and with a fwoosh the shoto indigo blade shot out from the hilt, and the energy crackled. It was a ridiculous sight, but that was Cassel. He twirled the lightsaber in his hand skillfully and held it behind him slightly crouched and extended his other hand out and motioned for anyone who wanted some, to come get some.
"Nice try, but I'm stronger than I look!"
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Apr 25, 2013 11:51:50 GMT -8
With the Barbarel out of the equation for the moment he turned his attention to the others, some really armoured up person sitting and staying out of it and a person at the door. Normally he would take a shot at them but he felt a calming sensation come over him, thankfully for him that was all it was. A sense of calm; being a Balosar they could easily take copious amounts substances that would kill most people and because of this I am deducing that these things would have a more mild effect on him.
So that left the person who was attacking and his equally rude ally. Taking a slightly more aggressive stance than his would be friend Bat aimed both guns on the tall Tarro. Step away from the short man or they will be washing you from the walls. For many people it would be odd, for his species was often considered weak willed and physically weak. It may have been the fact that many of his fellow Balosarians were part of the shady underworld or that fact that they actually looked sickly due to its pollution. In fact that was not the case here, for he had spent much of his time offworld joining the army. I dont know where I was going with this so I'll shut up meow.
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Post by Dragus on Apr 25, 2013 12:47:20 GMT -8
Dragus was somewhat relieved when Jassar Yulan hefted the chandelier off of him, though he still lay there on the ground for a few seconds, shaking off the bits of broken crystal as he regained his senses. Note to self: don't stand under loose objects. With a groan he used his arms to push himself off the floor, standing off balance for a moment until his tail touched the ground and secured his stance. So far thinning the competition was proving to be very difficult. It was time to change tactics and go after the main quarry.Reaching into his robe, the Barabel withdrew his trusty flute. Now this wasn't just any old musical instrument. It was crafted from meltmassif, a material known for its mind altering abilities. By focusing his thoughts through the instrument, Dragus was able to extend his will and exert his influence over weak small minded sentients. Cassel, who was clearly much more than he portrayed himself to be, could hardly be construed as weak willed, but the Sith held hope that the humanoid's short attention span (ADHD?) would prevent him from thwarting his attempt.Placing the flute to his scaly lips, Dragus began to play a tune, filling the bar with the sweet sounds of his musical melody. As he did this, he focused his mind on Cassel, attempting to sooth the rather impressive imp into sedation."??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???"
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Apr 25, 2013 13:47:54 GMT -8
Cassel's pointed ears twitched as the melody from Dragus's flute drifted to him. His lightsaber deactivated and his eyes glazed over as he started walking, ignoring everything else but the sound. A little bit of drool started to drip from his slightly open mouth, as if he were a zombie. He even groaned softly to make it seem more realistic. Even in a trance Cassel was acting like this was all a game. When he was within grabbing distance he grabbed at Dragus's tail, and its precious Ewok cargo, Lil'Mort.
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