Log:False Deities: Rigging Nar Kanji

The Mandalorians move on to Nar Kanji where they have learned they can find Rigger. The next possible contact in finding the false Mandalore

OOC Date: June 8, 2020
Location: Nar Kanji
Participants: Karys as GM, Hadrix Kora, Sumi Kora, Rathe Versiano, Kirioth Kora, and Narsai Ordo

[Karys] Nar Kanji is not the most beautiful world and the mud goes on for miles. It doesn't draw the crowds like Nar Shaddaa does but its a stop and it serves its purpose. The small city that takes up a position near the once fruitful mines is frequented by freighters and the disreputable so they can take care of their business. There are a few heavy freighters currently being loaded and filled as well but the busiest location presently is the tavern of course. Its crowded, most seats taken but the most likely place to get information.

The general atmosphere is one of resignation to life and thus lots of alcohol being imbibed. Those who frequent just live through the daily grind of life. A colorful band is in the far corner, talking as one figure, a bit more sharply dressed sits back and smokes the very large cigar that sends blue smoke into the air when he puffs and exhales.

He leans forward, that slick look of his hair given a brush over before he is rumbling something to the other men and pushing up to his feet to disappear into the back room. "Nother round on the boss!" A cheer goes up and one man gets up. "I NEED MORE DRINKS HERE!"

[Hadrix Kora] A specific sort of armor for the situation, catching sight of the group thanks to the yeller, Hadrix approaches in particularly unique fashion. A suit. An expensive suit. Wrist blaster hidden under one sleeve, knives in the other and force-pike tucked up behid his back... he has so few weapons right now. Such lack of armor, he feels naked to be truthful.

"Excuse me... I am looking for a means to move something..." Vague but direct, voice gravelly but the Coruscanti has been dialed from Upper Crust to Nobility as the massive man approaches, looking down his nose to those whom he addresses.

[Sumi Kora] The front hatch opens and in steps a Mandalorian in blue colored beskar plating, complete with the iconic T-visor helmet. She wears a small armory of weapons, most notable of which is a sport-rifle that's been slung over her shoulder.

This Mandalorian is Sumi Kora, and she makes no ceremony about her entrance, or the perch she takes at the bar just as the call for drinks is sounded. Sumi points at a drink, an ale, and pulls her helmet free. Long dark hair is shaken out, the length reaching her shoulders before she sets the helmet on the bar top and fishes out a smoke.

[Narsai Ordo] Another Mandalorian in step behind Sumi, apparently a companion, or at least like-minded. As Narsai pulled her own helmet free and approached the bar, the red-armored redhead wasn't nearly as armed as Sumi, but she smoothes a rogue bang from her eyes and moves to take a seat nearby. There was glance towards Hadrix or the goons, just a merc out for a drink!

[Kirioth Kora] It's almost a Conga Line of Mandalorians this evening. Roth's white armor isn't far behind Narsai and Sumi, but she doesn't head for the bar. She finds a table that is empty and makes her way towards it to take a seat. She doesn't remove her helmet just yet, but she does settle down her datapad in front of her. Nothing to see here!

[Rathe Versiano] Appearing not too far behind all the Mandalorians, is a NotYetAlorian. Rathe likely may blend in his Mythikar armor little better than his current counterparts. With the Sumi and Narsai taking up the bar, and Roth taking up a table, he's looking for a table of his own. Somewhere near the door where he can keep an eye on it and look casual.

[Karys] Tables, bar space and so forth is all limited and thus the one armed wonder that is Karys hangs back by the door. The double T-visor glances about the room on a slow pivot as everyone settles in or finds room - or makes it. She leans into the door frame so that she can watch who comes and goes, her good hand resting on her hip as the rowdy group at the back looks up. Actually most look up to inspect the newcomers.

Hadrix speaks up but the four others who parade in in mandalorian armor, three of which keep helmets on and the other two finding an amicable space at the bar are considered. Wariness and ill at ease could say to be present company.

One of those nearest the door a the far table speaks up. "What exactly you wanting moved? Something that needs to be kept of record?" He licks his finger and drags it across his brow before a single long hair springs back out unkempt.

[Hadrix Kora] "Livestock. Labor types, just aging into proper use. Need to get them moved across space outside of hutt territories to avoid tariffs, or the hutts deciding on acquisition of the goods for their own purposes." Hands resting lightly behind his back, expression quietly dismissive for now.

"I was informed a... Digger... Swigher... Rigger. One of those names - I am operating on second hand, second hand, and all that. But I have credits, so I suspect correct names are irrelevant, yes?"

[Sumi Kora] Sumi's preference in ale arrives in a clear glass. It's set down hard upon the bar, some of the contents spilling due to the sloppy transaction. Sumi has just finished lighting her smoke, sucking in and sighing out before pulling the small handrolled treasure from her scarred lips to give the tender their cred. "Thanks." She sallies up to the bar, sitting quietly, elbows upon the top as she stares ahead and smokes, fitting the role of shellshocked soldier content to look on in silence, their thoughts elsewhere.

Sumi was aware that Narsai had joined her at the bar, and that Roth was at a table. She was not aware of Rathe's position, or even Karys'. She had not seen them amidst the activities happening at the crowded bar.

[Narsai Ordo] So far, Narsai was sitting as if she were to converse with Sumi, but conversation was lacking for the moment. Drinks however made great camouflage and the younger Mandalorian signalled for her own, leaning her hip against the counter edge and awaiting her own service. Something brighter, sweeter, but even as she sips the drink her eyes sweep the room over the rim of the glass.

The younger woman was playing the part of company, but not the most talkative version of it seemingly.

[Kirioth Kora] <<Had, someone is getting a touch twitchy on the trigger.>> Roth states over the comm to the big guy as she slips the datapad back into place. She puts a hand on the hilt of her sword under the table to wait to see what they were going to do. <<I'll keep an eye on them for now.>> she adds.

[Rathe Versiano] Leaning back in his chair like a merc just trying to relax a moment and decide on his drink, Rathe tucks his left foot up onto the chair rung. With the sheathed vibrosword bolted to his left calf armor, this brings its hilt up so he can casually drape his forearm on it. His helmeted head turns a fraction. Hoping his some of his teammates are listening, or wearing ear comlinks he subvocalizes and kills the helmets vox speaker to minimize the chance of being overheard. <<"Those over there, my right. Ships ready to go to Socorro, they think you lot look unfriendly and are going to leave.">> He doesn't turn his helmet to look at the ones he overheard, or his compatriots. His fingers move as if to brush something off his armor, coincidentally in the direction of those he overheard.

[Karys] Karys keeps a tab on everything she gets over comms, her eyes swiveling to a few at the other end of the bar who are watching Sumi and Narsai. The gunslinger just remains quiet, ready to help should there be a need. The bar turns up very little presently but Roth manages to catch someone getting a little jumpy while Rathe hints at there being ships heading to Socorro. Likely can not be a coincidence.

"I see. Avoiding tariffs is something I am used to," mister eyebrow remarks before he shifts and smooths his hand to his blaster faintly, a mere motion perhaps but Roth said otherwise. "That name. Who'd you get it from exactly?"

Those other two at the table by themselves that Rathe commented on are getting up, leaving their drinks nearly finished as they head for the door where Karys stands waiting - casually of course.

[Hadrix Kora] Head ticking slightly to the people he is addressing, then to the side, Hadrix frowns slightly while feigning searching memory, "I heard it from a Dosh who was out of the Lahsbane sector. He didn't tell me whom he knew - just that I needed to find this Rigger, or Digger." A deeper frown now, "Now I am not moving Ylessian sized quantities - but it is enough for a hundred when we transfer them to your craft and another one hundred fifty upon arrival to the live-stock market, eh? Move it quick and quiet enough and we might add a bonus from the sale." he pauses slightly and tapping a cufflink to engage his audio pickup,

"Nothing to difficult. I heard the organization is tough, like Mandalorians neh? Wrath?" allowing a moment for the pronunciation to sink in, blending Roth and Wrath together "Handle it."

[Sumi Kora] Naturally, Mandalorians.. real Mandalorians, didn't look friendly. Perhaps it was the visor helmets? The armory on person? The reputation? Sumi tucked her hair behind an near and lifted her drink, polishing off half of it in a single go. When the glass was set down, she used her thumb to brush the excess off.

Sumi takes a final length from her smoke and dabs it out on the bar, flicking it aside and taking hold of her helmet. Turning about, her back is placed against the bar, and she brushes her cape wide to show the pommel of a small agile weapon, a handcannon, and.. too many things to account for.

Donning her helmet punctuated that things were about to get hairy. Rather than pick a fight, Sumi let her opponent choose her. The dark black T-visor of her helmet suddenly washed out with reflective silver, indicative of her HUD coming online, and the threat tracker beginning to spool up.

[Narsai Ordo] Well, things were moving! Narsai's own helmet is pushed onto her head, obscuring youthful features behind unfeeling beskar. A rasp of blade on sheathe, her beskad springs to her hand, a little twirl given, but she doesn't rush to the fray. They'd choose her, then they'd pay for it!

[Kirioth Kora] <<Handling it.>> Roth states as she pushes her chair out and rises to her feet. She's calm as she goes. The Arkanian didn't fly off the handle really. Fredrik drew the short straw on things though as she misses hitting him with her Beskad. The Vibrosword however doesn't miss and there's the tight grip of it as Roth goes to work on handling things. Wetworks didn't bug her at all really.

[Rathe Versiano] Whatever Rathe had just been muttering to himself, he kept it off comms and vox apparently. Roth explodes into action and blood is spilled, likely firmly taking focus off Hadrix and his disguise. Rathe mutters <"Right."> Rising as he flips the Carbine off his shoulder and flicks the setting to stun. He gestures it towards the other two that had debated departing. Rathe likely errs when he sounds too relaxed instead of menacing. <"No. No. No. You're going to sit or take a stun to the head, unhealthy that.">

[Karys] Hadrix might have been earning some interest, maybe the good kind..maybe not. Either way the two seeking to leave for their respective ships are suddenly met by the brutality that is Roth with a blade. Fredrik goes down hard and there is suddenly blood everywhere. Blood even on Karys as she stares down at the man who is holding his torso and bleeding out. <"Stars, Roth..."> She remarks in the comms.

Jade however is backing up though Rathe's intimidation does not work. Maybe he needs to be holding bloody blades. I don't think so. Her quickdraw is to be admired as she gets a shot off on him. The place explodes with movement as Eyebrow is up and shooting at Hadrix and his cronies at the table with him are now shooting at the two women at the bar who both stood with their helmets on. "Kill em! They got the scent!" There is a rush as people are not a part of this flee for cover or mean to kill someone before they themselves are killed.

[Sumi Kora] Sumi is selected by the spacer named Jay, and his blaster bolt finds the cuirass of her armor, but leaves only carbon scoring as the impact is displaced, and the bolt redirected to the ceiling. Sumi makes no effort to mute the surprised grunt as the concussive impact is enough to plant her back first against the bar. She's knocked off her feet and lays there a moment.

Jay decides the female is dazed and moves for the kill, but Sumi makes a lightning fast motion of her hand and draws the compact GLIE-44. Blue bolts flash between them as Sumi's hammered pair caves their torso in, the result of some sort of illegal kill modification. Her third shot goes high, further decorating the ceiling and showering sparks over the interior.

Beneath the helmet, Sumi coughs up blood, the specks annoyingly smudging her visor as she stalks forward like a predator, taking a modified bi-lateral stance intended for close-quarters altercations with a blaster pistol.

[Narsai Ordo] A twist away from the attack at her, Narsai avoids Holly's strike. Quick as a flash the place had turned to one heck of a bar brawl! Her weapon flashes up, slicing into her foe before Holly backs up, leaving Narsai to advance on her attacker.

[Kirioth Kora]

Roth takes the shot from Vergas and looks down to it in a slow way, "I'll put a hole in you before this is all over." she states to him in a promising tone. Then she proceeds to fillet Fredrik and shove his cooling body into the booth that he had been trying to pass. "Have a seat while we take care of your friends!" she states.

[Rathe Versiano] Blood everwhere! Havoc, Bedlam and Mayhem! Everyone around Rathe exploding into action, including the unimpressed jade. She was fast, very fast, but fortunately inaccurate as he shifted to one side. The highly modified Tracker tracks his target. No words from the former Vanguard, just two soft squeezes of the firing stud and the blue rings take out Jade. There is a painful sounding noise when her head hits the bartop. Already Rathe's helmet moves to track a new target, a mental note at Sumi and (surprise) Roth taking wounds, but that is a consideration for later.

[Karys] Karys is just standing there, watching as Roth gets hit again, sprayed by more blood as the Arkanian makes mincement out of poor Fredrik. Does he even look like a person anymore? Hard to tell but Jade goes down hard as Rathe has none of it. The one armed wonder moves to stand in the doorway, ready to block those coming in and those seeking an exit out the natural way.

Sumi's target is hit twice and with a smoking chest Jay is laid waste to and slumps against a chair. Holly grunts as she side steps, trying to retreat from Narsai's blade but one slash finds purchase and rends her armor open on her side. It leaves her shaking as she stares at Narsai, "KRIFF."

The big man Hadrix is given a look and Eyebrow glowers after that one hit. "That all you got mass of meat?!" He declares. All the ruckus has brought another figure down. That suit, that slicked hair the nearly gone cigar and a weapon in his hand. "What have we here?!" He roars a bit and opens fire.

[Hadrix Kora] Blasted in the chest. His suit! THE SUIT. Hadrix is pushed back and slams into a table, falling back on it and coughing in a wet bubbling sound that he's gotten far too familiar with over the years. As he stands the silk of the suit has melted and more is fusing with the man's skin as it smolders. The durasteel mesh worked into his ribs glowing bright cherry red when he stands up. Charred meat and fused veins can't bleed, but where it can be seen he is cooked red and his step forward is stumbling at best.

"Best you got?" Baring his teeth, Hadrix stumbles drunkenly forward, swinging his pike wide and cutting a thick hunk of the wall out of the rest, in a plume of dust and wood chips that showers under the weight of the strike and the vibro-blades hypersonic motions.

[Sumi Kora] Sumi takes a heavy blast to the stomach this time, and it causes her to crumble, favoring the impact to fold before falling backward. She hits a table, then crushes the damn thing in a spectacular crash. Still clutching her weapon, she holds it close for defense, but she's no longer an aggressor in this fight. Sumi is done, coughing and choking on her own blood.

[Kirioth Kora]

Roth gives a grunt as she's shot again, well, that was going to hurt later, but, she didn't have time to deal with it at the moment. She slams her fist into the new wound a few times and then she focuses her attacks on Vergas. She hits him with one of the swings and there's a nod of satisfaction, waiting to get a better shot of him though.

[Rathe Versiano] A wall of meat gets singed, others clearly hammered, wounded. Rathe's helmet makes fractional motions in assessment. Vergas shot just narrowly misses him. Just a calm <"Well. Kriff."> out of the medic as he assesses on the fly. Quietly he shifts himself the Tracker rising and the muzzle shifting. Sights on the objective Rathe lets fly with two stun rounds at Rigger, one works, the other was jussssst a bit outside. <"All right, everybody settle down."> The Tracker muzzle starts tracking new targets.

[Karys] Blood and wounds are everywhere and the bartender has hidden with all due alacrity behind the counter. He huffs out a breath and then glances up over the edge just as Vergas shoots at Rathe despite Rigger going down. Vergas just wants blood and Karys gives it to him. Two shots and the second to the head as he drops. The others have left corpses aplenty and they have two wounded and two unconscious as Rathe tells them to settle down.

Holly drops her weapon quickly and though Eyebrow hesitates and lowers his own putting his hands to the air. "THIS AIN'T WORTH IT!" Cries out Holly, looking like she's not had naything decent to eat in a while. Spice probably.

Karys lowers her gun but looks ready at the door. "We taking that one," she upnods toward Rigger and then just glances down at Jade who is out cold and slowly soaking in Fredrik's blood. "This one will be too messy."

[Hadrix Kora] Swaying on his feet, coughing and convulsing as his adrenaline continues to spike while the pain in his torso persists. But there are other priorities. "Rathe. Bind and drag out that one" pointing to Rigger as he makes his way over to Sumi, "The rest of you. Forget us or the next time..." he breaks into a coughing fit, falling to his knees with one hand to the floor, head bowed, he keeps quiet and simply moves to lift up Sumi where she lays.

"Roth, help Rathe... Narsai." even as he stands to carry Sumi, he offers to help the Ordo Alor as well. "Come. We'll get you and Sumi where we can all get patched up." No one left behind, holding his Alor protectively, despite the considerable pain, to his chest and waiting for Narsai to put her weight on him before he starts to move... Assuming that she does.

[Sumi Kora] At some point during the last leg of the fight, Sumi lost consciousness and went limp. By the time Hadrix picked her up, her legs and arms swung freely and she was dead weight. Yet, she still held onto her pistol, finger straight and off the trigger for now.

[Narsai Ordo] Narsai wasn't a bad medic, but given she could barely see? She was going to need a hand up! Lifting a hand to brace herself up on her blade and stand, she does indeed lean into Hadrix once she's up. Too injured for pride, the redhead Ordo spares a glance to the equally messed up Sumi and gives a little gasp of pain.

<<"Still kicking...">>

[Rathe Versiano] <"Got it, Karys can you give her a hand while I stablize everyone else?"> Likely she is already on the move and Rathe is going from Mandalorian to Mandalorian to assess and stabilize for better treatment later. He can enjoy interrogation time later. He works fast to ensure they can all get out of potential harm and to a ship or safety.

[Kirioth Kora]

Roth looks down at the unconscious people for a moment, but Hadrix's words make her move, sheathing her swords, "Rathe, you take care of people who need healed. I'll drag this piece of kriff back to the ship." she states as she gets restraints ready. "Sumi, Hadrix and Narsai need healed." she nods that way towards the others. She'd be fine. She grips the unconscious man ruffly and starts to drag his unconcious man with her towards the door.