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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Mar 7, 2018 3:41:28 GMT -8
Umgul Spaceport — The Blasphemy docking bay
Taking notes on the datapad, and making sure to relay the information to Intelligence, he did get some short decrip but most things were redacted, Zogzog only got what was useful for him and not the rest. He kept looking at the visitors critically, and even listened attentively, but then shook his head when some of the custom officers subtly gestured if they were needed to board the ship and check the interior. He looked above and knew that the scanners would pick up any unusual things. For now it didn't matter really.
Looking at the one who introduced himself as Fel, Zogzog shook his head about the peace-binding weapons "No, we are not in the business of doing that at all. Besides, with everything going on, and I am not wishing this on you, you might need it to defend yourselves, just in case." Zogzog diplomatically replied before tilting his head aside. "But know that we'll know if you use to harm, and you won't like what happens afterwards." He added two more people on his datapad that were in the ship, and took a deep breath again.
"Please do know, that whether you are wanted in another planet, or system, it has no impact here, you haven't committed any crimes against Umgul, and therefore you are safe here, but if someone is coming to look for you, with the necessary documentation, and also with valid reason, we won't be liable for your security, unless it disrupts the peace here."
Putting his datapad aside and at least transferring all he had gathered to the department, he kept looking at the three people and nodded. "Not making a scene, check, and not here to bring any trouble, double check again. With all of that said and done, thank you for your cooperation and welcome to Umgul, try to enjoy your stay, if you do need help to navigate throughout the City, there are consoles outside of this bay where you can upload the map and information of the planet, city and point of interests, around."
Looking at the rest of the custom officers, he instructed a grope of them to stay behind and wait for the two others potentially to be able to board the ship and check when their occupants had all vacated the premises.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 10, 2018 23:53:51 GMT -8
[ Docking Bay for the CR70 Corellian Corvette, Blasphemy | Umgul Spaceport ]
Well that was interesting news to her. They weren't going to peace-bind their weapons and they were expecting, at least anticipating that trouble would come their way and it'd be enough to warrant drawing a weapon in self defense? Now Amy was worried. She wasn't worried about being hunted though; not by the kind that the Ugnaught referred to. If the First Order came a-knocking, she sincerely doubted that Umgul would be standing for very long after a meeting with a few star destroyers, and she didn't plan to stay long enough for those kinds of trouble to come here.
“Thanks,” said Amy, “right outside the bay for the map, yeah?”
She nodded at the rest and immediately headed out the bay, pulled out her terrain locator, and downloaded the maps and data pertaining to the city and anything else of relevant useful information.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Mar 15, 2018 18:19:28 GMT -8
*Ellie gave the Ugnaught a nod and stepped to the side to let Fel scan his finger. She wondered what trouble could be happening on Umgal that they may actually need their weapons for. First Order perhaps? Unlikely, they would have seem some sign of them already. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and followed Ami out of the landing bay. Her eyes scanned the area as the other woman downloaded the map.* "So. Where are we supposed to meet Janos's contact anyway?"
*Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her flask. Her eyes never went to Ami as she spoke. This place was crowded already and about to get even more so the closer they got to the casinos. Someone could get lost in this crowd, or hide in it. Ellie took a swig from her flask and the replaced it into her pocket.* "I'm not going to be very happy if we came all this way and don't get paid."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 16, 2018 8:48:59 GMT -8
[ Map Kiosk Outside Landing Bay | Umgul Spaceport ]
Amy's eyes and ears were alert for any sort of trouble. The Ugnaught's subtle warning that warranted her keeping her weapons had her very worried, plus the hairs on the back of her neck had risen since she stepped out from the landing bay, and she'd learnt to trust her intuition whenever she felt like trouble was just around the corner, because it usually was. Ellie had followed her outside. She was being watchful too, if Amy was reading the woman correctly. She considered the first question thougtfully, recalling everything that Janos had mentioned to her on their way here.
“Janos mentioned t'me the contact's a gamblin' drunken gal with red hair known as Valalla,” said Amy, as she thumbed through her datapad and pulled up information on nearby cantinas and casinos, “s'pposed t'be some fella who horns on 'er named Jashin, an' y'all were s'pposed t'meet 'im on Varonat, but 'stead ya got me, no Jashin. So we find Val, an' mebbe she takes us t' Jashin. 'sumin' this ain't all a load o' Sithspit.”
She hooked her left thumb into the belt of her trousers and studied the datapad in her other hand and turned around, taking two slow steps forward as she thought for a while, planning things out, “'cordin' t'the map, got a handful of casinos and lounges an' bars we could stop by, ask 'round fer Val, sure we'd find 'er 'ventually.”
She considered Ellie's financial concerns and looked at her thoughtfully, “Look, if it goes south, I can share with ya what I've got, an' maybe we find somethin' different to do...” she eyed the ship in the docking bay, “Maybe find a different ship too while we're at it...”
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Mar 16, 2018 18:25:24 GMT -8
*Ellie almost gave a short of amusement at the description of their contact.* "She sounds like fun. Maybe her luck is better then ours."
*She glanced from the datapad in Ami's hands towards the street in front of them. They had a lot of ground to cover, and very little to go by. Ellie had to admit that she worked with far less information before. Although most of the people she looked for weren't exactly hard to find.* "Looms like we have a hunt on our hands." *She took a few steps forward and breathed in some. Her body relaxed as she began to sink into the force. Everything around her began to become more alive then before. She could feel the presence of every living being around her and their emotions. Tracking Val would be hard, but she could try and narrow it down some.*
*Her eyes were closed as she searched the force. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, but she knew how to narrow it down. Large and small beings could be scratched off the list quickly. Some emotions gave glimpses of thoughts that revealed their owners memories, letting Ellie remove or add them to list. She would need some time to search, but it was better then looking blindly in every bar or casino. Ellie tipped her head some towards Ami.* "Don't worry about giving me credits. I'll figure something out, I always do. Besides, I already have a ship."
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 17, 2018 21:04:21 GMT -8
[ Map Kiosk Outside Landing Bay | Umgul Spaceport ]
“Don't take it t'mean I'm doing charity,” said Amy with a mild smirk, “I'd be hirin' you. Near as I can tell, you're a whole a lot of muscle, and that's something that's always needed by just about anyone, more so spacers.”
She wasn't quite sure what Ellie was doing when she just stepped forward and started...scanning? She did mention having a past as a Jedi, and even mentioned a specific association from Endor, so maybe she was working some of that magic mumbo-jumbo that she heard Jedi were good at.
“Not even goin' t' ask what it is you're doin',” said Amy, “but what does your gut tell you we should do?”
The locator with the map of the city was in her hand, and she had moved to stand next to the Mandalorian woman, while they waited for Galdaart Fel to finish and see if he'd be accompanying them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 8:36:27 GMT -8
Entin and Orlov Residence
Helaine's initial instinct, upon receiving Doran Healy's warning about the impending arrest attempt planned by Umgul's police force, is to run. It would have been a simple enough matter to turn her airspeeder around, return to the spaceport, and find passage of one kind or another off-world. It is only the realization that in all likelihood the police force has a tail on her already that keeps Helaine from making the attempt, or so she tells herself. Tempting as it would be to leave her Master alone to face the consequences of what they have done, Helaine knows her odds of escaping are better with him than without. She can, Helaine comforts herself, always find the ways and means to betray or kill her Master after they have made good their escape.
Lyov, after listening to Helaine's somewhat breathless explanation of what Doran Healy has warned them of, feels an odd sense of relief it takes him a moment to understand fully. It is, Lyov realizes after a moment, the relief one feels when a long anticipated and all but inevitable threat at last comes to pass. Ever since Atlantis and Mace had revealed their frustratingly prescient suspicions that he and his apprentice were responsible for the murders initially attributed to Umgul's Vice governor, Lyov has felt the shadow of the hand of fate hanging over him, and has waited for it to descend. Now that the hand's descent has undeniably begun, Lyov feels a detached sense of calm come over him, familiar to him from all the times he has entered battle even though it has been some time since he last did so. A part of Lyov recognizes that his lack of anxiety is due in part to the fact that he is glad that the game has been lost, for it means an end to machinations he has grown to find tedious and unfulfilling. Lyov's only regret is that he had no time to find a way to extricate himself from his own design in such a way that he could be free to examine and explore the changes he has felt transpiring within him after his role as a philanthropist had unexpectedly begun to reward him more than anticipated.
Helaine remains outwardly composed as she waits for her Master to respond to what she has warned him of, the only sign of her impatience the clenched fists at her side. Lyov's calm is for Helaine at once comforting, suggesting to her that her Master has little fear of being apprehended, and frustrating given that she feels that they should be making what preparations they can without delay. When Lyov's silence has gone on longer than Helaine's patience can withstand, she says anxiously, "There isn't much time, my Master, we . . ."
Lifting a hand to silence Helaine, noting with detached bemusement that Helaine's voice betrays the excited anticipation for conflict she feels beneath her anxiety, Lyov says calmly, "Here is what we will do," and then lays out his plans for how they will face what is descending upon them.
Moments later, nodding as Helaine, her lightfoil in hand, makes her way to the deck overlooking the back yard of their home, Lyov examines his own weapon, a lightfoil constructed with knuckle guard, quillons, pommel, arms and loops of hilt are composed of cortosis, as though seeing it for the first time while waling towards the main living area of their home to watch for the arrival of Umgul's police force on the security cameras that are a part of the estate's security system, like the mix of SE4’s and 3D-4’s that have all been upgraded and modified to act as home security if necessary. The Conlaed, piloted by the droids that Lyov has tasked with bringing the Personal Luxury Yacht 3000 to the expansive rear yard of their estate, should already be enroute, Lyov thinks as he settles in to wait for the police to arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 21:10:13 GMT -8
23rd Precinct
Pakwa is studying the evidence arrayed on the board on one side of the room serving as the investigation's base of operation, with an intensity suggesting the Sullustan might believe that studying the events of the past might enable her to divine some sense of what the future holds, when Knight Madison arrives to join us as we wait to hear from Nuala that Helaine has returned home.
"Haven't missed it I see," Percival notes in a cheerful tone that only partially manages to conceal the apprehension he feels; the latter entirely understandable given that it seems unlikely that Lyov and Helaine will surrender themselves into custody. I smile as I shake my head, telling Knight Madison that he has indeed not missed the arrest attempt we have all been asked by the Sector Rangers to assist in carrying out in light of the fact that Lyov and Helaine are Dark Side aligned Force sensitives. Percival nods, moving to join Pakwa in her study of the board and the evidence displayed on it.
I feel old, suddenly, seeing Percival, who was a jittery, young Jedi initiate when I first met him, and who has grown now into a skilled healer with a self-possession and confidence it had seemed, in his youth, would always be beyond him. My left lekku twitches to coil around the outside of my hip as I smile, recalling that time has changed me as well; for the better I feel, more often than not, given how far I was from Ashla when I was young compared to where time, and the wisdom of those who taught me, has brought me today. Is it chance, I wonder, or the will of the Force that Lyov and Helaine were shaped by their pasts into what they have become so that I must try to help bring them to justice now?
There is, of course, no way to know the answer to that question, no way to untangle the series of events that has brought us all here; nor is there any way to know what the result of our having been brought together will be. I close my eyes and take a deep breath and settle in to wait for the moment to arrive for us to depart, setting the philosophical musings aside before they become a distraction; for no matter what lays ahead, I am sure that I will need to be focused and clear headed to meet it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2018 12:02:05 GMT -8
Refining. Layout. Rousing.
Madieke is refining the operational plan for the Entin and Orlov's arrest with the input of the SWAT team leader when Nuala comms in to report that Orlov has returned to the residence where the arrest will take place. "Orlov is home, Madieke tells the SWAT team leader, lifting her hand to point at the street on the holoprojected map of the city that they have selected as where the SWAT team will deploy to the rear grounds of Entin and Orlov's estate as she says, Have your team move out for your entry point now, then comm me when you're in position so we can coordinate our approach with yours."
After taking a last look at the holoprojected images of the layout of Entin's residence after the SWAT team leader has left to gather her team, Madieke makes her way to where the Jedi are waiting. "Time to go," Madieke announces simply, seeing no need to go over the plan again and never having been one for big motivational speeches before an operation. Nodding as the Jedi start moving, Madieke heads off to find the UPD detectives that are a part of the team to let them know the waiting is over.
Once the detectives have been notified, Madieke makes her way to the precinct's rooftop landing pads and gets into her speeder. Once underway for Entin and Orlov's residence, Madieke takes a cigarette from the packet on the dashboard, lighting it and doing her best to ignore the jittery fluttering in her stomach that began when Nuala commed in with her report, and which are her body's usual response to stress accompanying the moments before an arrest attempt.
Setting her speeder down beside the Jedi and UPD's vehicles once they have all arrived, Madieke exhales a cloud of smoke as she steps out of her vehicle and then crushes the cigarette butt under her heel as she nods and says, "SWAT is on the move. Hating to repeat herself, Madieke doesn't remind them of each of their roles in the plan that they made or that their weapons, if applicable, should be on stun since the goal is to take Entin and Orlov alive, trusting that they all are well aware of those things. Instead of a last minute review of the plan or an attempt at a rousing speech, Madieke just says, Be ready," and then starts leading the way to Entin and Orlov's front door. After glancing behind her to confirm that everyone is in their assigned place, with the detectives hanging back enough to cover her and the Jedi in case things get heated sooner rather than later, Madieke rests one hand on grip of the DL-44 blaster pistol holstered on her hip and knocks on the door with the other.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Mar 22, 2018 17:49:52 GMT -8
“Don't take it t'mean I'm doing charity,” said Amy with a mild smirk, “I'd be hirin' you. Near as I can tell, you're a whole a lot of muscle, and that's something that's always needed by just about anyone, more so spacers.” She wasn't quite sure what Ellie was doing when she just stepped forward and started...scanning? She did mention having a past as a Jedi, and even mentioned a specific association from Endor, so maybe she was working some of that magic mumbo-jumbo that she heard Jedi were good at.“Not even goin' t' ask what it is you're doin',” said Amy, “but what does your gut tell you we should do?” The locator with the map of the city was in her hand, and she had moved to stand next to the Mandalorian woman, while they waited for Galdaart Fel to finish and see if he'd be accompanying them. |
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 27, 2018 7:38:29 GMT -8
[ Crossways | Umgul Spaceport ]
Amy let out a soft breath that was akin to a laugh, when Ellie mentioned how horrible a pick-up line it was. Just as well she wasn't trying to pick up the woman. But Amy also knew for a fact she wouldn't get very far on her lonesome. She was thinking ahead, and the galaxy was a pretty nasty place to be in at the moment. This group didn't seem to be holding or gelling too well, but that was sort of expected when money was the only thing motivating their actions and choices thus far. She fell silent at Ellie's signal and then looked down at where the Mandalorian's finger was pointing on the locator in her hands and she nodded, chewing her lower lip thoughtfully, “That's where we're off to then. Hey, Captain!”
Amy turned towards the Landing Bay and called out to the man, “Ellie and I are headed t' the Spaceport Bar. If th' ol' man ever makes it off the ship, we'll be startin' there, t' find Val.”
Unclipping the safety on her holsters, Amy strode off for the oddly named Casino.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Mar 29, 2018 16:16:47 GMT -8
*Ellie almost gave a small laugh at Ami's response. Instead she refrained from she any response other then nodding at the decision to head to the bar.*
*She followed after the other woman without as much as a glance back at the hangar. Her eyes were scanning around them as if searching for something. Ellie couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something, like the force was telling her that things were going to go sideways.* "So...if this whole thing is a bust. Then what are you going to do?"
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Mar 30, 2018 11:32:00 GMT -8
[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]
Amy fell back into a comfortable silence through their journey from the spaceport to the Bar, seemingly watching what's ahead of her, but the woman was taking in everything around her: Couple passing the street in a hurry; mother and child, hand-in-hand, rushing to some destination; shady man who noticed the two women and started following, vibro-knife none-too-cleverly concealed in right hand. The golden-haired Corellian continued as if she hadn't noticed this, though she was confident that Ellie had noticed the imminent danger, she still quietly offered when they turned a corner, “We have a rustler, six o'clock.”
She quietly and subtly slid her Westar blaster pistol out of its holster and kept it under her duster, ready to use. They entered the bar, and found it was quite a blend. There were games to be played scattered all around the bar, besides the watering hole itself, and musical bands played their cheery tunes, giving the impression of invisible merryment, if the frenetic, worried energy that permeated the very air was anything to go by. It didn't help that Umgul's natural environment made the planet so bleak and uncomfortable in the near-permanent darkness. The man had followed them in. He stood by the entrance, as if looking for someone.
Amy leaned against the bar, presenting her left flank, with her right hand pointing her pistol under the duster, and she looked at Ellie, listening to her question, “S'ppose I'd find work on some ship, ply my trade as a doc, that usually works.”
She felt a blade edge quivering against her side, and she smiled as she lowered her gaze. The man at least, knew how to conceal his blade and hand, “No fuss, woman,” said the assailant quietly, “hand over your credits, and you'll be fine.”
“Not gonna happen,” said Amy, and pushed her blaster so the barrel nudged the man's own side, seeing as he was hugging up to her without hands, “feel that? Westar-34.” She arched an eyebrow.
The man looked desperate, “Maybe you'd get me, yeah, but I might still stick ya.”
Amy nodded once still with a nonplussed smile on her face, and a quick glance at Ellie, “Yeah, you might. But it's a chance I'm willin' t' take. My credits're mine, an' I'm not givin' it up without a fight. Also, I ain't rollin' alone.”
“Neither'm I,” he replied, and Amy saw them then, at least three more individuals, scattered, but close enough, and all watching her with great interest. Blast it, she thought.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Mar 30, 2018 15:50:09 GMT -8
*There was a plus side to beimg for sensitive in crowded situations, such as the fact that some feelings stood out stronger than most, like malice. She could sense the threat before Ami pointed him out.* "Yep, I see em."
*The bar was almost everything she imagined. Loud, crowded and filled with a kaleidoscope of emotion. She leaned her against the bar and gave a sigh, what she wouldn't do for q drink right now. That would have to wait for the moment, more pressing matters had followed them intonthe building.* "So just keep roaming then? I guess I'd do the same."
*She almost gave a growl when the man pulled the knife on Ami, but fought the urge to act on impulse. Her connection to the force stretched from the man to further out in the room as Ami and her would be mugger conversed. Ellie could sense several other beings drawing a strong interest towards them. This was not good. Her hand set itself gently on her lightsaber. While her mind focused on a tight force hold on the man's hand. Should he make a move, Ellie would be able to pull his hand away from Ami.* "There's no need to cause a scene, is there? Why don't discuss this over a drink like civilized people, or at least step outside, huh?:
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Post by Damron Blue on Apr 2, 2018 12:12:20 GMT -8
[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]
*Damron wasn't too far into his third drink when he noticed a couple of new comers saddle up to the bar. His wits were also still sharp enough to get an eye on what was going down with the 'gentleman who had also approached the bar. "Just stay out of it." he told himself, "Not your business, let it blow over." But yet he found himself 'accidentally' dropping one of his empties onto the ground next to his bag. "What are you doing?" He got down off his stool and started to 'look' for the glass but 'found' his own WESTAR-34 in his bag. "Oh you son of a sithspitting-" the voice in his head was cut off by his own voice being sent through his helmet in as low a whisper as he could to the women at the bar.*
You ladies get the ones on the right, I'll cover the left?
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 4, 2018 9:13:15 GMT -8
[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]
As the adrenaline rush kicked in, Amy felt time slow down for her as her brain kicked into high gear. Her face betrayed no outward change, but she felt intimately more aware of everything around her, as if her senses had been doused with glitterstim and its effects were on a whole new level. She'd only ever experienced such in high-stress moments, but she never lost her cool, odd as it was that she didn't. Instead, she kept it and wore it like a second armour, and it had served her well in the years of her life on the move. For some reason, Ellie looked brighter than everyone else, as if she were giving off light or energy, something Amy had never seen or noticed before during these lucid awareness of the slowing of time.
But more importantly was how things were unfolding. Ellie was trying to diffuse the situation, and an armoured man more or less decided everyone's fate with his words, though Amy suspected there really was no choice in the matter from the moment the first rustler had stalked them from outside. On hearing his words as they approached Amy and Ellie, the men drew weapons and rushed forward. Amy had little more time to process the fact that the local patrons reaction was nothing other than to quickly move out of the way, snatching their drink or belongings to avoid a crossfire. While there was four assailants and likely three of them, she supposed they held the advantage as they all seemed to wield cudgels and knives as opposed to blasters and a lightsaber.
Jerking her head violently into the man's she felt his nose bone shatter upon impact, and she felt the pain of the impact herself, then grabbed his wrist and threw it wide, away from her, as she pulled out her Westar and fired a stun ring at the man. Two of the would-be attackers were on the armoured man, and one more rushed Ellie. Taking careful aim, Amy fired another stun with her second blaster, swiftly drawn, making the odds more even.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 4, 2018 17:05:09 GMT -8
*Ellie barely turned her attention to the armored man that spoke to them. She wasn't going to complain about the help, but she also didn't know him. That was going to have to wait, for now her attention turned to the men that charged at them. As she braced herself, a familiar tug in the force caught her attention. Her eyes drifted briefly to Ami as the woman defender herself from the first attacker. Then it hit her, Ami was using the force and appeared to not even realize it. Ellie would have to bring that up later.*
*Her mind focused back on the man charging at her with a baton. His attack was sloppy and rushed, with no real thought than brute strength. Ellie easily dodged the man's first swing, then his second. As he brought down the baton a third time, Ellie activated her lightsaber. The red blade roared to life and cut through the baton with enough force that it caused the man to stumble back. The sight of the blade and how quickly Ellie used it caught the man off guard for a second to long. Reaching out with the force, Ellie grabbed the man and pulled him towards her with great force. Stepping forward and swing her elbow, she brought it crashing into the man's face. The impact caused the man's legs to swing out, almost sending him into a flip before he hit the ground hard. Now that only left two more.*
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Post by Damron Blue on Apr 4, 2018 19:13:50 GMT -8
[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]
*Being no stranger to a good ol' fashioned barroom brawl, Damron wasted no time turning to the two fellows charging him. He kicked his stool over and punted it into the shins of his first assailant, not only being extremely painful, but also tripping him up. This aloud the Zeltron to bring his blaster around on the second. "Huh, stunning would have been smart to think of, but no time for it now..." he thought to himself as he put a blaster bolt through the left knee of the rather large man, who then stumbled back onto his partner. Speaking of the first gentleman, Damron would test the durability of his boot against his face with a swift kick, hopefully knocking him out. Glancing over at the pair whom he had stepped up to help, and not failing to notice the lightsaber, Damron couldn't help but think he had gotten involved needlessly.*
*Still stairing almost transfixed at the saber (though it would be hard to tell what his eyes were focused on under his visor) he spoke again.* I can't help but feel like you two had that well enough in hand...
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Apr 6, 2018 8:09:52 GMT -8
[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]
The most alarming thing to Amy was how after it was over, everyone went back to whatever they were doing before with barely a second look. Was this the state of the planet as the Ugnaught had been explaining to her and the rest? If so, the blonde woman wanted out of here before too long. “Pardon th' mess,” said Amy, and she gingerly stepped over the unconscious or severely injured would-be assailants. The bartended simply nodded at someone, and several men came to pick up the hoodlums to toss them out.
Now that the fight was over, and her nerves calmed, she could process everything that transpired in the battle. She noted Ellie's lightsaber, which was a rich crimson colour, and had given a nod to the woman in regard to her skill and abilities. It wasn't lost on others and potential troublemakers how she used the Force and the heavy-fisted manner of dispatching her assailant. Nor did she miss the speed in which their unexpected ally had taken out two men. He was also heavily armoured and his identity concealed. She gave a small smirk when he addressed them, and then shrugged, “P'haps, p'haps not,” said Amy, “but the save is 'preciated all th' same.”
She twirled her blasters before holstering them, and tipped her hat lightly, “Name's Ami-Lee, y'can call me Amy. That there's Ellie, ya got a name?”
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Apr 9, 2018 16:00:38 GMT -8
*Ellie gave a sideways glance at the armored man. She didn't fully trust him, even if he did help them. Even as the crowed dispersed and went about their business, she could still feel some of their wearyness towards her. Letting out a slow breath, she deactivated her blade and let her body relax.*
*Attaching the hilt back to her belt, she sat down at the bar. She gave a small wave when Ami told the man their names. All this excitement was starting to make her thirsty. Flagging the bartender, she order a bottle of Corellian whiskey. Drinking now probably wasn't the best idea, she needed to remain sharp. The thought was pushed from her mind and she grabbed the bottle and glass when it was put before her.* "I think my senses are leading us towards something else." *Filling her glass, she took a swig. She could feel it burn on the way down as it pushed away some if her stress.* "Maybe we'll get lucky, and our contact will find us."
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