Log:Hutt Cartel: Fight Night - Sajin v Tarion

Fight Night - Sajin v Tarion

OOC Date: May 14, 2018
Location: Pit Fighters Palace - Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Tarion Tavers, Sajin, Usha, Kasia Ashkuri, Hex, Zhu Yan, Siha Archer, Rheisa Dirleel, Darius Wildes, Vasani

The Pit Fighting Arena! Is not as packed as Usha would like, and is in fact quite reminiscent of your local pub at 10 AM - quiet and those who are present are either shady or fucked up (probably both). Usha sits somewhere right in the front row, nervously watching the crowd whilst she sits dressed in rather ominous leather clothes and severe makeup. You know, something to pump up the aggression of the evening. One staffers waiting down in the pit is looking at her expectantly, and she checks her watch before annoyingly just giving them the signal to begin. The lights begin to dim in the crowd and the pit itself grows brighter. Screens displaying advertisers, suddenly produce images of the arena itself.

Sajin Kovo Kah, is not a power armor wearing Hapan today. For once, FOR ONCE, Defiance's Beastmode Janitor was pratically nude standing down in the arean. His rippling musles, sweat glistening skin, god that sexy face of his... it was all just there and in the open. The only thing covering his naughty bits was a pair of Gym Shorts, the silky breathy kind you know? They were white, and shiney, and had a heart pattern all over them in deep crimson red. Sajin didn't have any real tattoo's save for the heart with an arrow through it on his right shoulder... and a tramp stamp. Yes a tramp stamp that read: 'Property of Oriana'.

In one corner of the pit fighter ring is TARION TAVERS, the bounty hunter and all-around idiot, a local boy and darling of anyone with really really really bad taste. He's ready for fight night, and has taken on a strict regimen of ten donuts every evening in order to bulk up for this bout. Shirtless chest bared, he's looking a little more... padded than usual, and his skin shimmers with oil from the deep fat fryer at the Meltdown. Tight burgundy shorts have a 'Ra-Ra' slogan jauntily printed across the tush, and he's smirking cheerfully at the crowd, a dimple creasing one side of his face.

What's a Togruta to do when given a new lease on life and newly freed from the hospitalization??? Seek out the opposite, it seems. May or may not have something to do with the fact that there's going to be (allegedly) prime specimens of masculinity wrestling it out. Sweat, hormones, blood...this arena's got it all and if miss Rheisa Dirleel could bottle it in a jar as a keepsake she probably would, right now. She's dressed in one of her finer costumes for the event, complete with a VERY ornamental (gaudy) addition of extra shiny and pretty things to her montral headdress to clatter and sway with every strut she's taking slowly, carefully, along the spectator rows in search of an ideal vantage point.

Sweeping in the Pit Fighters Palace very slightly (fashionably) late are the King and Queen of the trailer park, Hex and Kasia Ashkuri! Hex has recovered from being well dressed earlier and is back in the Floral Duster, though one sleeve of it dangles loose as his left arm is in a sling and just sort of hangin' out under there, bandaged visibly around the shoulder. He looks like he's in pain but stoked. That's what marriage to Kasia is like. Haha jk it's just from being shot earlier and happy to be here. "Tarion, Sajin, ni muchiku!" he yells towards the fighters. "A bonus to the winner, ok ka!"

Kasia is looking slightly less fancy than she was before, some of the jewelery is off, the dress is changed, makeup toned down, but she still fancy. No need to worry. "It'll be a nice bonus," she adds, which means it really will, because everyone who knows them knows she's in control of dat cash flow. "How hard do you think Tarion will fight now?" she asks Hex in a low voice, looking amused at the prospect.

A tiny Rodian dressed in a mustard yellow plaid suit with matching bowtie scurries his way into the middle of the pit. To the audience he looks like a speck in the middle of the arena. He clears his throat feebly, before bellowing into the mic with deep, resounding, perfect Basic:

"Tonight is the much anticipated, inaugural match of Nar Shaddaa's fighting competition! Where the best and strongest beings on this very moon, will face head to head for a chance at GLORY as well as 15,000 CREDITS." The announcer pauses for applause, and he manages to get some but mostly its the sound of idle chatter and snack chewing. "Ladies and Gentleman of the galaxy. LLLLLETT'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"In the RED corner, towering at 6 foot 2, with two hundred and eight whopping pounds...The King of Dirk, The Hung Hapan ... To Handsome for his own good ... put your hands together forrrrrrr

SAJIN

KOVO

KAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH"

Some fun music starts playing to signal Sajin to come out. Video droid surround the fighter and project his image blown up on the screens. One droid focuses closely on the tramp stamp so that the audience knows who owns this alien.

Sajin waits for his que, though he was a little distracted by all the strange thoughts reeping into his head. He never usually thought about murding people. Though, now he was. Very confused. His heart starts pumping, and it had been, which is probably why he's already pretty sweaty. Though, it could just be hot in here. What the hell was it they gave him. That music, oh Kravas, it pumped him up. With a few jumps he heads out and raises his hands in the air and gives a hefty yell and shout. Sadly, the crowd probably isn't as energetic as he is at the moment. Though, they can probably see Little King's little king, bouncing around in his loose gym shorts as he jumps up and down. Hung Hapan indeed.

With all the grace and subtlety of a rampaging rancor, Zhu Yan charged hurriedly into the Pit Fighter's Palace. GOGOGOGOGOGOGO. Sajin was gonna beat Tarion up! He wasn't gonna miss this. "GANGWAY!" he bellowed, colliding with a waiter and sending cheap champagne all over some man in a tacky pink suit. Now the guy had to change! As far as Yan was concerned, he did the man a favour. "SITHSPIT!" he cried out as a serving tray was pushed in front of him! CRASH! BANG! CLATTER! Down went Yan, being far too physically inept to avoid injury. He was face down now, in a puddle of whiskey. There was a faint slurping noise.

"Shit, who's that guy?" Tarion is demanding of whoever is closest to him as he wanders out into the ring, looking a little confused, brow furrowed as he stares down the Hapan across the arena, his tight shorts stretched across the curve of his rump, the Ra-Ra emblazoned thereon sparkling in the spotlights. Are they... yes, it's rhinestones, his ass is bedazzled. Bedassled. "I don't like the look of him. He looks like... I don't know, he looks like he wants my money." Squint. "I'll kill anyone who tries to take my money." There's a bonus being mentioned, and he barely glances up at Hex and Kasia. "I'm gonna kill him!" the bounty hunter yells towards the crowd. "NO ONE TAKES MY MONEY." His cybernetic arm is clearly separate from the rest of his body, but otherwise looks pretty normal, though the line dividing flesh from synth is a little odd-looking, and the rub-down of deepfat fryer oil doesn't really do much to hide it. He smells wonderful, though, like a basket of fries. His little man is gathered in a modest bump, unlike Sajin, tight shorts keeping everything in its place.

Rheisa hasn't sat down yet when the rest of the crowd gets launched to their feet by the announcer's energy, so she's conveniently already standing to clap and cheer mindlessly along with what everyone else is doing. And maybe at what everyonelse is seeing. Because she sees quite a lot. The king's little king had best retreat before the beating begins, let his future line be endangered!! She's not /too/ ensnared in unpure thoughts though to forget the distinctive shout of one Heksash'kuri and one hand flails at them while she throws her own voice into the cheers and jeers. "IS NOT YOURRR MONIES YET!"

There is some comatose cheering happening when the Hapan steps out. Though mostly theres a yawn here and there combatted with some loud whistles at Sajin's jiggly bits. The tiny Rodian announcer lets it happen before moving on with his booming vocals:

"In the BLUE corner, hailing from our very own Nar Shaddaa, standing at a clean 6 feet ... and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds of pure HAVOC. Make some noise for this bounty hunter extraordinaire, lover of big butts. it's the man ... the myth ... the ASSHOLE

TARIONNN

TAAAAAAAVERS"

Likewise, video droids also trail Tarion, projecting his image onto the big screens, and adding about 10 more pounds to his swelling donut belly.

Siha Archer is most certainly not comatose in her cheering, "SAJJIINNN, RIP HIS SACK OFFFFFFFFF!" Siha, who's already half a bottle into some whiskey, her katana in hand with a pair of pink granny panties with the word 'HAPANATOR' written on the bountiful booty side, on the other with a heart colored in, Siha waving it wildly as she stands on a railing, holding onto a column with her one arm while she waves her flag high, "YAAAAAAAAAHHH."

Sajin squints at Tarion as if he's having trouble seeing him. The low lighting might have something to do with that. Though he can make out who it is, "The only thing I'm trying to do Tarion is take your mom on a date!" He shouts from across the ring. He beats balled fists against his well shapen chest, those sweet mamories of manness. He looks over to Siha and blows her a kidd before cheering in a bit of roaid rage again. "OH yeah. OH YEAH. WELL THEN I'M GUNA KILL YOU AND TAKE YOUR MOM AND DAD ON A DATE." What ever that meant.

Hex has lit a cigarette, and has a can of something caffeinated so hard it's an illegal drug in some systems. Hanging with the rest of the Defiance squad, a cluster of people (a clusterkriff of people?) who are cheering awkwardly so much louder than everyone else, he smiles at his companions as the boys start to trade insults. "Tarion is gonna get murdered," he predicts. "And then Sajin is gonna take his mom and dad on a DATE."

The human seems to draw a bit more attention out of the crowd. Some BOOOOOs are thrown out and one guy yells at him, "YOU OWE ME MONEY." But all that dies down quickly as the referee meets the fighters in the middle. "I want a good clean fight. No weapons. No fancy alien power-thing-a-mabobs. Protect yourselves at all times and everything I say you must obey." The fighters are given a minute more to prep, and then DING DING!

Zhu Yan slowly staggered to his feet, with knees fulla bruises and a face fulla floor whiskey. Only the best for Zhu Yan. He got a hold of a napkin and wiped off the fluffy collar on his jacket. Badly. He was dazed, see. And with all coordination gone, he swayed over to where the rest of the Defling crew was gathered. "Yo meatsacks," he said, excruciatingly politely. "Have they killed each other yet?" He threw a glance over at Sajin in the crowd and immediately, immediately regretted it. His hand slapped his forehead with almost enough force to knock him over. "Oh my god his dong is showing. Get me whiskey. Get me rhysac. Get me bleach. I need to purge my brain. SAJIN. YOUR DONG IS SHOWING."

"YEAH," Tarion is yelling vaguely at no one in particular, snapping the waistband of his bedassled shorts. "YEAH, I'M GONNA KILL YOU, AND SEND YOUR CORPSE ON THAT DATE AND YOU BETTER SHOW MY MOM AND DAD A GOOD TIME OKAY," the bounty hunter announces, looking down at himself. At his shorts. "Maybe I don't need these..." The urge to remove his clothing is strong, but... no. The shorts stay on, and he starts prowling around on the far side of the ring, his cybernetic arm starting to spasm oddly. There's a feral look in his eye that replaces the normal smirking cocksure attitude.

"Alright, Alright, Alright, funny little man. I hope you enjoy your donughts as much on the way up as you did on the way down!" Sajin yells, charging forwards and pulling a hard and fast punch to that inflated gut of Tarion's. "Yeah, yeah. How you like me now, Tarion." A little too cocky, he's never this cocky. THe hell did they put in that stim. He starts doing sucking it motions, thrusting his hips forwards and chopping his hands on his hips as Little King flings around inside his shorts. Gross. Or hot, depends on what your thing is.

"Will be good date, if he take them to eat foods," Rheisa comments more quietly and tucks herself into her seat to avoid rubbing shoulders with Yan's poison-smelling jacket to watch the men unleash some pent-up testosterone on eachother. And speaking of foods...she rifles one hand around that little bag that accompanies her everywhere and pulls out a fistful of ligtly sizzled insects. Big ones. She pops one into her mouth then offers some up with a little lean toward Hex. She can only reach far as Kasia's lap, though, so...sorry Kas.

PLOP. Down Siha goes, onto the railing with one leg kicking out, the woman above the rest of the Def crew so she can cackle down as needed, "HEY. EVEN YOUR STUPID ROBOT ARM AIN'T GONNA HELP YOU, TURDION!" And like that she snaps her free hand up to catch the kiss Sajin blew her way, then she glances at her hand, grimacing, "Gross." Shaking her hand thrice, hand coming down on her thigh, "WOOOO. SAJIN, MAKE HIS MOM REGRET A NIGHT WITH YOU LIKE SHE REGRETS HI,! YAAAAAAH!" Her makeshift flag waves, the woman looking delightfully delighted, you know. In a delightful way. Hurrhurr.

It's gross, Sajmijaj, no matter how you package it. "Oh sweet Corellian Bees he needs to put that thing away." Muttered to herself as she recoils back just a little on her concrete railing seat, one eye screwing up as she tries to keep her eyes anywhere but Sajins little man.

Kasia isn't cheering the way those around her are, instead she's watching the fight, the behavior of the men in the ring. Her brows furrow a little, but she doesn't voice any concerns yet, especially not as she feels something in her lap and looks down to find a puddle of insects there. EEP. She jumps a tiny bit, and recoils, then realizes who it is holding out the buggy snacks and relaxes, giving Hex a gentle elbow in the side. "Ka're, food." Food. She wrinkles her nose at this.

Tarion is punched in the gut, his preemptive greasing with oil from the Meltdown's deep fryer not really doing much to squick the blow away from him like he expected. So much for being greased lightning. Still, the hit barely slows him down, weird. The bounty hunter just growls in response, his bedazzled shorts glinting in the spotlights as he lunges forward to crack the other man across the jaw. "AHHH!" He's grown eloquent in the heat of the moment, a wordless shout ripping from his lips.

From the side, two commentators discuss the match as it happens:

"Now I think its more than apparent to all of us of the significant size difference between these two being. Despite their similar heights one is a whole 100 pounds heavier."

"Yes but you shouldn't discount Tavers' raw aggression. They call that guy an asshole for a reason. Who knows what he'll pull."

"Ooooo and Sajin Kah pulls the first hit of the match. Right in Tavers' gut. A strong start. There he is, waggling his genitals."

"I believe they call it The Little Prince."

Hex is not as fancy dressed as he was earlier. In fact he's wearing an ugly gray duster with red flowers. His injured arm is in a sling, and he seems to be enjoying the fight, accepting snacks from Rheisa, watching his employees attempt to murder each other with their bare hands. "Ay, Tarion! Fight harder, ni muchi, or he will get your bonus!" the Twi'lek yells, then looks curiously to the cluster of Siha, Yan, Kasia, Rheisa. "They seem extra ferocious, ka?"

Tarion can hit. That's a confirmed thing now as the 'lighter' man's fist cracks against his jaw. There is a snap, and spittle goes flying (Possibly a few teeth but that's probably nothing new...) His head is turned only for a moment as he spits out the swelling blood in his mouth. His jaw wiggles around, cracks and snaps back into place. Then as he turns his head back to Tarion he grins and laughs. "Such Eulation!" He exclaims, blood dripping and staining his mouth which is indeed missing teeth at the moment. The Hung Hapan has a glint in his eyes, a deadly one, and the gloves it seemed were off. With a growl that could be confused with a Vorsynx, Sajin lashes out with a foot, kicking hard towards one of Tarion's knees.

"Oh yeah. Normally Tarion isn't the fat one!" Oh no not again with this sithspit Yan. The bomber-jacketed deliberately-nondescript spacer was trying his hardest to watch the fight without catching a glimpse of Sajin's Little Prince. It was not easy. "SERIOUSLY MAN, YOU NEED BETTER UNDERWEAR!" was his contribution to the hollering and the screaming and the shouting and the oy vey. "I PAID FOR A FIGHT," no you didn't Yan, "AND I'M GETTING A LITTLE GIRLY MAN SLAP CONTEST. HIT HIM IN THE DONG!"

"Ouch." Darius whispers to Vasani as he watches Tarion take the hit. The pair floated into the event not too long ago but mostly stayed to the sides, " I can respect fighting with your fists, but I never want to be caught without my blaster." Running a finger down one of her lekku's the smuggler starts to glance around the room. "I hear these events have interesting food vendors, we should-" He then trails off as he spots a familiar couple of people, though dressed a bit differnt. "Follow me." He says to the blue Twi'lek next to him and then slides through the crowd. "So. How are those art pieces doing?" Darius says with a smirk coming up next to Hex.

"KA," Rheisa replies around another crunchy mouthful of her gross snacks and...wait. Is she /purring/? Something like that. A very much happy thrum draws out the length of her monosyllable response.

While Tarion is exulting in the thrill of a hit, a good solid hit, the crush of bone against bone oddly satisfying, whetting his appetite for more, the smug indifference replaced with overt bloodlust- while all that is running through his head, Sajin is swinging that foot out towards his knee. Something gives with a sickening snapping sound, and the bounty hunter abruptly stumbles backward, falling onto his back, leg swinging out at an angle it doesn't look like it ought to be able to go in. The Ra-Ra rhinestones scratch against the arena floor, and his patella, kneecap, ends up all the way on the side of his knee instead of the front where it belongs. A hand slaps down on the misplaced patella, shoving it without hesitation back into place with a gross scraping pop, and hobbling back upright to launch himself recklessly back at Sajin with a scream. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"

"They do," Kasia agrees with Hex, nodding a little. "If it were just Tarion I'd say the offer of money did it, but Sajin isn't usually like that. Not even when he's fighting." She seems about to say more when she hears another voice, turning in her seat to look back at Darius, eyes narrowing for a beat. "Our new friend is back," she notes to the Twi'lek beside her.

"Oh food! Yum! I always love trying things from the different places we visit." Vasani says calmly, smiling. "Glad we're not in there, looks pretty brutal... You have some friends already?" She holds Darius' hand as he leads the way.

Hex exhales smoke and eyes Yan. "What're you trying to say about the fat one, YAN," he says. "I fight in two days, ok ka, I'll show you how it's done." Then there is a familiar face, not only that, but a familiar face with a Twi'lek companion. He grins. "They're alright. They are... in the hands of those who know what to do with art like that, ka?" He glances back at the fight, wincing as Tarion gets knee-crunched. "The fight's put on by the Cartel, but these boys work for me. The pretty one looks likely to win."

"First blood see! I told you Tavers is a scrappy one."

"Yeah but it doesn't look like it's affected Kah much, I mean he's laughing and still able to use big words."

"Oh good grief right in the knee. This guy's not kriffing around but oh! Oh! AHHH! OH MY SITH DID YOU HEAR THAT POP????"

Usha stands at the sidelines, eyes half on the fight and half on the thin crowd. She also has a datapad open in front of her, that displays both Sajin and Tarion's vitals. Seeing the human's stats take a drop after that last hit makes her grumble. "Come on, at least put on a show," she mutters almost beggingly under her breath.

Sajin watches Tarion recover from a usually cripling attack in no time. Damn these drugs were handy but it was also killing the length of the fight. The Hapan looks impressed as Tarion gets back up and comes at him. THough that promps him to attack, finding an opening and sends a hay-maker towards the charging man's jaw. He growls again, circling around, looking big and tough.

"Owmyears," Yan said rapidly, wincing in sympathy pain as Tarion's leg went one way, then the other, then back again. That crack was deafening. "This doesn't make sense," he said, stroking his chin and almost looking like he was on the verge of realizing something extremely important. "Tarion's normally down crying like a little girl after a hit like that." Closer, closer... "So someth-" and at that point Yan spotted the pink-skin with the datapad and said, "Whoa, look at that!" So much for intelligence. "I'll be back." And on that note he started making his way through the stands to get closer to that red hot babe whom he didn't know was called Usha, for reference. Oh no.

Yan did a somewhat uncharacteristic sliiiiiiiide into the woman's DMs, I mean personal space, and said, "Is it just me, or does the entire room get warmer when I'm standing right next to you?" Well, if this were one of my Japanese animes, everyone in the room would be doing a massive facefault.

"COME ON SAJ, BITE HIS NECK OUT!" So screams Siha who screamed wildly, excitedly - when Saj kicked out Tarions knee, nearly catapulting off the concrete ledge she's on, but a quick whip of her hand out to her column keeps her from crashing into the deflings below. She gives her katana a good wave, undies flapping unwaveringly in the air atop the blade, feet kicking heels into the concrete, her smile wide and delirious, "WOOOO."

"She is gonna shut him down so brutal this fight gonna look like kittens," Hex notes conversationally regarding Yan's conquest. He does nothing to stop the carnage.

"Good to hear, promised the kid a ride around Nar Shaddaa in my ship. I'm a man of my word so over that drink I owe you, you'll have to give me contact information." Darius smirks and then gives a nod to Kasia. "I'm honored to be called a friend, adventure usually creates the best bonds." He says with a sly expression before moving a hand to rest on Vasani's back. "This is my partner Vasani, Vasani this is Hex. I think during and after the chaos I didn't introduce myself miss." Darius looks at Kasia "Darius Widles, my apologizes for the late introduction."

BAM. Sajin's mean haymaker slams into Tarion's face like a hammer, knocking the smaller fighter to the floor for a second time. Blood and saliva spray from his mouth, his decidedly average face turning an angry shade of red, already starting to purple. The bounty hunter looks like he might be down for the count, here, but then his body twitches into life, the cybernetic arm spasming randomly as he starts crawling across the mat, spitting red onto the floor and his hands. There goes a tooth. Against the odds, he reaches the edge and climbs up the ropes like a ladder. Turning to face his opponent, he stares with what can only be described as intense hatred, wiping his bloody hands down his oiled front, and then with another wordless shout, he hurtles uselessly across the ring towards Sajin, fists flailing wildly.

OOF. A crispy piece of something falls out of Rheisa's mouth as one nasty blow to Tarion's knee (which brings back some phantom pains of her own similar injury) gets followed up by another to his FACE. She cringes just a little bit and snaps her head around to call back all ornery like to Siha up there. "Cannot bite necks 'out' with flat teeth!" Says the wielder of fangs. There's art talk happening eithin earshot, but the curator has just got one thing on the brain presently and it ain't work.

"This fight is /definitely/ not looking good for Tavers, he's already managed to break a limb while Kah barely has a scratch."

"I can't believe he's still going for it. I mean look at him. Is he even alive? I feel like one more hit will kill 'im."

Sajin blinks as he watches Tarion make his way up the ropes and then launches himself towards Sajin, who side steps out of the way with out much preamble. The Hapan attemps an elephant stomp to Tarion as he is on the ground, recoving from his missed attack but the little stimmed up pocket of rage is quick to get out of the way. Sajin beats his chest with a fist again, yelling at the top of his lungs his disontent with his failed attack.

Vasani's attention is... well it's not really there. She keeps going back and forth from the conversation in front of her to the fight. When she said it was brutal earlier that was a MAJOR understatement. "Oh, uh yes! Pleasure to meet you both!" Vasani says with a warm smile on her face after she is finally drawn back to the conversation. "It sounded like you two had a pretty good bond on that adventure earlier. So these guys are with you, huh?" She asks to Hex.

Hex dips his head to Vasani in a way that suggests the formality of a full bow, and introduces himself, "I'm Heksash'kuri." She's Twi'lek, she gets the full version, and a grin. "Gets bashed into Hex Ashkuri around these parts though, so that humans can say it. This is my wife, Kasia." He glances back to the fight, lekku twitching briefly in sympathy for the boys in the ring, though mostly he's just smoking, watching contemplatively. "Ka, that is Sajin Kovo Kah of Hapes, and Tarion Tavers," he points out the fighters for Vasani. "They're good kids. Well, Sajin is a good kid. Tarion is gonna murder me in a lousy diner when the price is finally right. YOU'RE DOIN GREAT BUDDY," he adds encouragement for said future murderer.

Tarion has blood in his eyes and all over his face, one leg is gimpy, the cybernetic arm on his left side won't stop spasming, and he's missing a tooth. He's the clear favorite, a few of the rhinestones emblazoning the rump of his tight shorts tinged pink, a few missing now so that it reads 'Ra-Pa' instead of 'Ra-Ra'. He keeps coming, drooling blood everywhere, a mess if you ever saw one, hobbling forward like a broken-down windmill, furious rage driving him forward. He seems to be deaf to the crowd.

Usha is not gunna lie. She did not anticipate for the stim to turn the fighters into zombies. Maybe she's gunna need someone to break this thing up. Ugh this is all a disaster! And then she practically smells Yan before even seeing him cause he's all up in her grill. "One moment," she says, holding a magenta hand over the pilot's mouth to silence him while she furiously checks the datapad.

Sajin waits until Tarion comes again. He waits until the tired and battered Nar Shadda native gets closer in for another attack. And then? AND THEN? Sajin BITH SLAPS Tarion. That's right, back of the hand right across the face. Then he waits...

"It's alright, things were a little hectic," Kasia replies to Darius, smiling at him, glancing back and forth between he and Vasani, and the fight, which is both terrible and also hard to look away from. "It's nice to meet you both." She grimaces at the slap, glancing to the side at Hex. "They might actually kill one another." Whatever she expected today, it wasn't this.

Zhu Yan's grill was blocked! Goddamn! His greatest most deadly weapon was his mouth and now he couldn't use it! "Mmmmf," he complained eloquently. Still, it was the most action he'd had in far too long a time. Which incidentally was kind of depressing. He glanced over to the side where the fight was still raging, or slugging on, and observed the bith slap in action. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out through the hand muffling him. Mate, you are just the most seductive fool in the room aren't you?

Darius nods his head to Kasia and then smirks as he sees Vasani's attention drift, and wonders if he should maybe learn to throw a punch or two. But then he quickly throws that idea out the window. The risk to his handsome face is just too great. "And what is the price for a good kid, to murder their boss in a lousy diner? For curiousity sake of course. " He says with a hint of humor. "Oh, did any of you guys happen to grab some of those insects people were eating? We are looking to try."

"Oh there he goes flying. I don't know why Tavers thought that leap was gunna work, he can barely hold himself up. Annndd OHHHHHH! THAT'S THE MATCH!"

DING DING DING, the bell rings and immediately medi-droids and personnel step into the ring to help Tarion.

"Let's see that on replay! Tavers lunges off the ropes, makes his way to Kah before BAM!" And footage of Tarion getting slapped is replayed multiple times on slo-mo in the big screens.

Never send to know for whom the Bith slaps; it slaps for TT. The blow is nothing compared to the others that Sajin's landed on him, but it's the last straw this Bantha can handle, and bounty hunter goes down with all the grace of a wet fart, collapsing to the mat in a heap of blood, deepfryer oil, and broken dreams.

FLICK. The granny panties go flying as Siha gives her sword a good swift slash through the air, "SAJIN, SAJIN, SAJIN!" They flutter wantonly down to the crowd below, "Woooo! SAJMIJAJ! SLAPPIN' FOOL!"

"So uh... Is this normal? I mean for them? For this fighting pit? Is it always this intense?" Vasani asks staring wide eyed at the fight. She can take a fight, but even this is on the edge of extreme for her. She's glad the fight is over, but also can't help but wonder what the next round might bring. If it's anything like that she isn't sure if she'll be able to eat while watching it.

Sajin raises his hands and shouts in victory as Tarion collapses infront of him and the match is called. He spends some times feeding off the cheers of the crowd. His eyes find Siha in the crows with her makeshift flag and her cheering. His eyes look hungrey and he licks his lips heading her way with the look of someone who wants to get busy. Damn stims... but something clicks in his head and he stops and just stands there breathing hard. He needs an adult.

Hex regards Darius with amusement. "If you have to ask you can't afford it, ni muchi." Ni muchi = My friend. "As with all such things." They call the match DING DING DING, right when Hex is trying to get snacks. "Ay, Rheisa! Share the snacks, ok ka, with our friends here, this is Darius and Vasani. The insects, ka, where are -- oh, Ryma'at," a goddess, "It ended. Poor Tavers." He taps ash off his cigarette, and admits, "This does seem a little rougher than they'd normally go at it."

Usha winces when Tarion goes down and a tooth goes with it. She lets out a low whistle and mutters, "Maybe we need to lower the dose next time..." But realizing she put a lid on Yan, she removes her hand from his face and distractedly asks, "Yes darling, how can I help you?"

Hex wingmans for Yan by yelling over that way, "He's almost done with this course of antibiotics! He probably isn't contagious anymore!" Thumbs up.

"This is a lot more brutal than I've seen here before, but I'll admit I don't come to fights here a lot, not since my friend Kelnas stoppped showing up to fight," Kasia remarks Vasani, glancing back at the others. She has no interest in the bug snacks, leaving it to the others as it is passed by her.

In a rare and fleeting show of intelligence from the galaxy's biggest idiot, Zhu Yan heard the words 'lower the dose' and stored them in the back of his mind. Moving on!

"As I was saying," Yan said, clearing his throat, "I heard your father was a thief that stole the two brightest stars and put them in your eyes." The cringe could be seen from orbit. Who writes this schlock? The yelling from Hex got a frown put on the man's face and he turned and yelled, "THANK YOU HEX, YOU'RE A TREASURE." Sarcasm.

"Ech," Rheisa grumps as the announcer calls and end to the ruining of what's left of Tarion Tavers. She pushes to her feet and offers out a second handful of bugbites, this time to "Darrrius, Vasani," she echoes once and motions to self with her free hand. "Am Rrrreesa, owner of the Muse, and.." a small sigh, whatever high she herself was riding deflated immensely as she looks to the crumpled heat of Ra-Pa. "'Room mate' to that one." Falumpaset farts. She releases the crispy critters into curious hands and then squeezes on by to pick her way down to the ring.

"WINNER BY KNOCK OUT - SAJIN KOVO KAH," the Rodian announcer bellows.

"Thank you, and uh.. I'm sorry?" Vasani says with a questioning tone. It seems like that'll be a chore to take care of. She's glad Darius doesn't get in fights like that. Vasani is generally open to trying any new food and inquisitively takes a bite of the bugs. Not what she was expecting, but not bad.

Usha pauses a moment to consider line she's just been fed. Maybe its because she's been stressed all night, but most likely its because Yan rolled a +2 to his seduce roll so that's legit. The Zeltron gives him a dimply snicker and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. "That's very sweet darling, but I've never met my father."

Darius just grins with Hex's response. Though despite having a twi'lek significant other Darius has failed many times when trying to learn anything of Ryl or lekku. Ni muchi? Probably just some Nar Shaddaa slang right? Of course I'm sure Darius would be honored if he understood. "What do you think Ve, this inspire you to learn some hand to hand? I saw a few Echani wondering the spaceport, I hear they are great at martial arts." He then looks over to Rheisa and smiles taking some of the bugbites. "Rheisa a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for the snacks, give my well wishes to your roommmate" He calls after as she moves into the ring, as he pops one into his mouth. "Hrmm, I was hoping for it to be more spicy"

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED. Zhu Yan did not expect for that to work. In fact, he hadn't expected for any of it to work. But since he felt more confident with that niggling feeling that this woman was a fellow scoundrel (who else would drug their entertainment?) he decided to press on with this ill-advised course of action. "Well, seeing how his daughter turned out I could see him fighting tooth-and-nail to protect you from the likes of me." Oh goddamn you could put that line on a plate with some crackers and call it a cheese platter.

Hex curls the tips of his lekku in delight as both Vasani AND Darius eat the insects. He raises his brows at his wife in an expression that seems something like 'see?' and they can fight about humans who do or don't eat bugs later. For now he says, "Will you excuse me just a moment? I'm gonna go see if Sajin's gonna wake up or what. He doesn't seem himself. Come see me fight in two days though, ka! You won't need /Echani/!" With that, he steps over toward the ring, seeming inclined to climb in there unless Usha stops him. "Sajin, how're you feeling? Rheisa, is Tavers alive?"

Tarion died as he lived, disappointing and underpaid.

"Oh am I in danger? I apologize I didn't realize it," Usha smiles, playing coyly along with the pilot. The datapad is held behind her back as she twirls a magenta finger around one of Yan's mop haired strands. She asks, "Tell me, who exactly am I in danger of right now? I should at least know the name of my threat."

Siha Archer looks. Utterly. Horrified. Her sword is sheathed just as it looks like Sajins ready to unsheath his, her eyebrows raised up as she had been walking towards him to congratulate him. But her lips pull back as she looks to be smiling, but it's a barely concealed grimace as she glances down, then up to the mans face, "Hooo - hooolllyy crap, would you look at Turdion, someone's gotta help the turd." So, very quickly Siha will drive on by Sajin, reaching out to punch his arm as she sneaks to where the fallen unconscious dude is, "GREAT job, Saj! I'm proud! I'll write home to your parents for you! Please put away the Bantha dong." Last said in a hopeful manner, the spice having pushed Saj from the fun buddy buddy wanna-bang-you-but-never-will realm to the Ryn-gyrating-sexily-in-an-alley-puddle sorta way. Not cool. "Hey, Turdion." Nudge. With her boot. Nudge, "You dead?" A crouch down as she stage whispers, "If you want me to have all your stuff say nothing."

Whatever degree of happy there is in Rheisa's heart, put there by Vasani and Darius's bravery, it is masked by what /might/ be concern now that she's at ground zero with Hex and surveying the damage and...NOPE! Not surveying /that/. Not directly. Maybe a little discreetly while she edges sideways to nudge a fallen Tarion with an inquisitive toe. "Am thinking yes?" she doesn't sound too sure, though, crouching nearer for inspectiong and laying her jaw awkwardly against his back/chest/whatever to have a feel/listen for heart sounds.

"Tarrrrion," she tugs a hair. "If you is dead, you still give me rent monies. I take it from your things."

Kasia too gets to her feet, smiling at those still in the general area before she heads toward the ring. "Is Tavers dead?" she asks in a voice loud enough to try and carry over the noise in the arena. "I made sure to have the speeder nearby in case we need to cart them to the clinic," she adds once she's closer. "Though I didn't think of a stretcher, so we'll have to figure something out."

Hex eyes the Sajin Situation and presses his lips together into a grim line. Up on ring level, he shrugs out of his duster, wincing at the movement to his injured shoulder, and says, "You are definitely still Employee of the Month! Hold out your arms." When the Hapan complies, he is... DUSTER'D. First one arm, then the other arm, Hex puts the disreputable garment on Sajin backwards like a smock, so that everyone is shielded from the glory they're unprepared to handle. "This is how we do for winners, ka," Hex assures, then attempts to steer his stim-ridden Hapan out of said ring. "Now let's come down from here, and if you try to murder anyone or do the nasty I'm going to... I mean, probably not be surprised? But you won't be employee of the month anymore. This way, buddy."

Tarion's eyes SHOOT open like someone just walked across his grave. Is he still in kill mode, or did the drugs wear off? The drugs he was dosed with, the drugs specially chosen to enrage him, his drugs... THOSE DRUGS. They're still going strong, and when he comes awake, he rears up off the mat immediately, swinging wildly in all directions as he flails towards the ropes, falling onto them, panting heavily and giving everyone a look like he might go ape at any moment and just... go CRAZY. Too bad his leg is barely keeping him up. "Keep away from my MONEY, you sick- I'LL KILL YOU!" A twitchy finger points... everywhere.

"Oh no, that's not good..." Zombie Sajin at least knows that especially when he can't make eye contact with Siha as she comes by. "I'm sorry I wasn't on Cinnigar.." He says meekly before being led away by Hex, twitching slightly.

Keep going Yan, you've got this, don't flake out, don't flake out, don't flake out. "Hal Seiser," said Zhu Yan, straight up lying through his teeth. Good move buddy! If she turns out to hate you and want to kill you (likely) she can't find which crap is yours! Woe unto whoever might be called Hal Seiser though. "I'm an art collector and connisseur, and I only permit the best." Dramatic pause. "Such as yourself." Where the hell were these tacky lines coming from?!

Vasani stares at the event unfolding in front of her. She's barely met these people and already it seems to be crisis mode with one of their group practically dead and another with.... does that man have an erection? Not to kinkshame but really? after that fight? "Fun time, huh Boss?" Vasani cracks to Darius in her normal relaxed voice.

Darius leans against one of the railings on the edge of the arena and pops another one of the bugs into his mouth. He takes in everything that is happening with a bemused expression. "Nar Shaddaa sure has been interesting." He says looking back at Vasani and lowers his voice to be more gentle for her to hear. "What do you think? Want your chance to get into some trouble with these guys? The job to Sullust was too dull, and we have some time befor our next job." He eats his lasts bug. "Seems all we'd have to do and stick around and something interesting is bound to happen."

"Well Hal, thank you for warning me. I'm Usha," the Zeltron introduces and pokes cutely at Yan's cheek before her hand wanders to the fuzzy collar of his bomber jacket. "It's a shame though Hal, because here I thought you were a pilot. I /love/ pilots." She continues to trace her finger down one of his coat zippers. "I also /love/ this jacket. Can I try it on?"

Siha Archer definitely can't meet Sajins' gaze, though the duster helps, "Burn that duster, Hex." Siha calls out just before Tarion gets all riled up on his second wind, "Whoa there buddy! Nothin' like threatening to rob ya to make ya rouse, hey!?" Asked as she quickly bounces up off her heels, waving to Rheisa, "He's all yours, though ..should like one of us piggy back him to the clinic?"

Hex is gone a little while making sure Sajin gets on out of here without further incident, and returns with his duster over his arm and a new cigarette burning between his fingers. It's Vasani and Darius he makes his way back to, letting Kasia, Siha, and Rheisa check out the condition of the crunched up Tavers. "I will call ahead at wayside, ok ka," he calls to his wife, and then regards the two new faces thoughtfully. "I wouldn't say it's an unusual thing for us, the odd fistfight, ka. But when you mix things up with the Cartel, results may vary, ka? I need to talk to them. But I'm guessing combat stims are part of this."

A startled shout sees Rheisa falling back onto her bum as the undead Tarion vaults up and into the ropes. Oh dear. "Be quiet!" she chastises the crazed human while sliding a flute-ish looking reed off her back oh so casually. "You are too broken to be picking fights now. It would be better to sleep." Nimble fingers pluck a dart from her belt, she eyeballs it, puts it back and selects another. "Is 'piggy' fast ride?" Does she KNOW what piggy back means? No. Does she know there are drugs coursing through Tarion's veins? Probably not. So...why not add a lil to the cocktail. Probably this won't kill him?

Oooooooh damn gurl going straight for the jugular. What universe was this, where someone was actually hitting on Zhu Yan? The one where the planets were square? The one where everyone was evil and had goatees? What about the one where every world in the universe was destroyed except for one with a plucky sword wielding warrior who turned blonde every now and then? Wait, that was on a show Yan watched one time. His face was blank as he thought about. No mention of Little Yan, there were enough Littles on display already today. But above all else, she wanted his jacket. His JACKET. His one true love. Keeping him warm in the face of the cold, cold harshness of the galaxy. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he droned out, "I'm a decent pilot. Ever done a repulsorlift stall? You fly BACKWARDS." DEFLECT DEFLECT DEFLECT.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Vasani's whole mannerisms seem to change as her body relaxes and she leans against Darius, continuting to watch closely at everything happening around them and stuffing her face with a mouth full of bugs. "These guys seem fun, I could get used to this" she says, not bothering to finsh chewing before she talks.

"I'm not a piggy back, I'm a piggy belly!" Tarion announces loudly, grasping tight to the ropes to keep himself vertical, his bum leg threatening to give way at any moment. "That's where the bacon is!" Luckily for Usha, the crazed, drug-hopped bounty hunter with an irrational dislike of Zeltrons hasn't spotted her. "PIGGY BELLY RIDES ONLY, I'll kill you all! I don't care, keep away from my money, you twisted freaks! You're all in it together, I heard you!"

Usha is VERY annoyed that this seduction process is not happening faster. Maybe the planets are indeed square. That pretty little jacket should be on her BOD right now. "Aw come on now, Hal. Why so nervous? Don't you think I would look cute with your jacket on?" She takes Yan's collar and tugs on it hard to try and pull him closer to her. Too aggressive maybe. Tooooo aggressive.

"THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO THE MARKET." Siha says very loudly, maybe trying to disorient Tarion as she rushes him and crouches down to pummel into his gut and sweep him up off his feet and over her shoulder, wrapping one arm around his legs as her other hand slaps his arse soundly with a gloved fist, "C'mon, you juicy piggy, as much as I hate you I can't leave you with idiots like these who wilL gawk at you till yer dead." Patpat, swinging around she just HAPPENS to miss that effing dart Rheisa shoots Tarions way, a slight step to the side to re-orient Tavers' weight sending the dart *plinking* off one of her flat breast plates, "DUDE. RHEISA. WHAT THE HELL." She'll flip off Rheisa, shouldering Tavers, "All right, where am I taking his ass." Asked as she meanders between some ropes and HOPS down to the floor, STRONG LIKE BANTHA. And he's taller than her. Mang. He must be so embarassed.

"Seems enjoyable, but I was more talking about what happened earlier today. That is the kind of fun Ve and I are usually intrigued by." Darius then pauses for a moment. "How is the Cartel with independents? You guys contract any services out, for someone to move things from point A to B?" He automatically starts running a hand down Vasani's back as she leans into him. "Oh by the way, that Zeltron, did she make it out okay? I never caught up with her."

Kasia makes a few notes on her datapad. 1. Have duster cleaned. Don't forget. It's important. Really don't forget. 2. Keep stretcher in speeder, also important this week. With those notes done, she looks back to Tarion, Rheisa, and Siha, brows furrowing. "Take him out to the speeder, it's not far from the doors," she points to some doors that lead out. "It'll make getting him to the wayside a lot easier, and cost a lot less than a taxi will charge when a fare involves this much blood."

Okay now she was mistreating the jacket and Yan was having none of it. Those straps didn't sew themselves. Vraag did it. "Oh I'm positive it'll look fantastic on you, but you see, this jacket, when not on me, prefers to be worn alone." This was very clumsy, Yan. You need practice. But also, please woman stop accosting the jacket. It was fragile. It had FEELINGS. "Here," he said, taking her hand away from grabbing the collar and put it on the fluffy bit. "Touch it." TOUCH FLUFFY. "Watch out for the whiskey stain."

Hex raises his brows as Darius clarifies, and then nods. "Come find me and Kasia in the Corellian District, at the Blue Light. A bar we own. I will tell you more about the more usual nature of our business, which is more like that art business today. Though that one did surprise me some." He shakes his head, "I don't work for the Cartel. I'm fighting in this nonsense because I like to fight, but I won't pull jobs for the Hutts." He shakes his head, lekku shifting with the motion. "Won't do it." As for the Zeltron, he looks amused, and then points out Usha. "Which Zeltron? That one? She's fine. Appears to be trying to steal my glass cannon's jacket."

"You get in way!" Rheisa complains loudly back at the little muscle mando before returning the gesture. Hoooooo....a feral flash of somethin' shines in the gruta's eyes as she stuffs the blowgun back into place and scurries over to retrieve the now dull dart. Something's got the typically amiable alien feeling her oats and it's not long before she's caught up to Siha, keeping pace directly behind. "Now he is going to be rude the whole way and maybe bite." Because that's what she'd do, were she in his shoes and not zonked.

"I'm not going off to the slaughter!" Tarion protests as Siha hoists him aloft, beating against the back of her armor while he's carried away. Rheisa is back there flipping someone the bird, and in his state, he decides she must mean it for him. Still, the suggestion to bite is a good one, and his bloody fangs begin to scrape pointlessly against Mando suit. "I'll gnaw your limbs off!"

Darius smirks. "Good to know. I'd hate to know my efforts would benefit the slugs in some way. We will be sure to stop by the Blue Light, though with that said I'll leave that kind of business talk to another time." He bites a small part of his lower lip. "I need to a drink though, what about you Ve, time to actually start the party?" He gives her lekku a very light, a very gentle little flick and then glances towards Usha and takes in a bit of the scene with her and Yan. "Seems like it is with this glass cannon, wearing a lovely jacket."

"You aim bad!" Siha grouses to Rheisa, and with Tarion biting at her armored shoulder she grunts, holding firm to his arse, "Kasia, get the bloody door. And Rheisa, can you not simply /stick/ him with the dart with your /hand/, he's not exactly going anywhere! I mean ..in a meaningful way! Just come here, stab him in the ass, and lets be done with this. What did you guys dose him with /anyhow/?" God damnit, when Siha has to play Adult it's NO FUN. "Turdion, you don't stop moving I'm going to bite your /arse/ good and hard."

That Zeltron is not fine. She is failing at the only thing Zeltrons are good for. And in front of some swagless pilot who's named after some creepy ship AI in a sci-fi movie. Gingerly, she pets the fluffy part of his jacket and her interest in this conversation visibly plummets to zero. "That stain is disgusting, please remove it from my face," she pushes on Yan's shoulder to peel him away from her.

THERE WE GO. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Poor Zhu Yan. Completely hopeless. Totally inept. Not entirely willing to give up, and gonna try one last thing. "It's the stain from a very rare type of whiskey, found only in the possession of marshrunners on the second moon of Bogden," he lied, straight up, pulling the story completely out of his ass. Not like that. "Did you know that they make it with honey from special creatures they call NegaBees? Apparently the kick is tremendous. I don't wash the jacket because a bottle of that stuff is worth millions of credits and the stain is a mark of history."

"A drink sounds good, boss" Vasani smiles, leaning in to Darius' touch. "I look forward to our meeting at the Blue Light. T'was a pleasure meeting you, Heksash'kuri, and I hope everything goes well for your crew. Let us kno if ya' need anything okay? We'll be around for a while so maybe we can help with somethin'." She smiles toward Hex. "So where are we gettin' this drink at?"

"Yes," Rheisa hisses back all contrary like when in fact she's consenting to Siha's brilliant suggestion. She uses the dull dart, because waste not. *JAB* Then plucks the feathers off while Tarion's up-ended rear is being an obliging pin cushion.

"I thought we were making threats here- ow!" Tarion protests when the needle is jabbed into his booty, and for a long moment it looks like he's going to have something to say about it, but then the beat and bleeding bounty hunter finally drops into unconsciousness again, or at least most of the way there.

"Obviously I'm going to suggest the Blue Light, so'cha ka," of course, Hex grins. "No finer place to get a drink. In this part of town though, the Emerald Club's not bad, Twi'lick's is dirty AND deeply culturally offensive, and the Smuggler's Den is where you go for crime deals and low-cost self hatred." His grin broadens at the offer of help, exposing pointy canine teeth. "Oh, careful, or I'll take you up on it. And look who you'd work with?" He gestures grandly at his people. "Strongness McMandopants." Siha. "Dartfight Feralhorns." Rheisa. "Lyington Liarsmith Liesville the Third." Yan. "Trashtown Moneylust." Tarion. "And my wife." He's smarter than to give Kasia a name, but he does grin again. "We'll see you around. It'll be fun." He salutes, then steps off to go make sure everyone gets medical attention or at least time to make out a will that benefits the guild.

Kasia moves ahead of the others as they fight with Tarion to even get him out the door, starting up the speeder, and moving it closer to the door to give Siha less of a walk, and there she waits for the bleeding lump that was once Tavers.

There is something awfully fishy about that story, and Usha can't exactly pin what though. She knows nothing of marshrunners or Negabees. Pursing her lips she considers Yan's story carefully, and decides if he's not good for jackets maybe he'll be good for other things. "You able to get your hands on that whiskey again?"

Strongness McMandopants feels the dead weight of the Turdster after the dart is dabbed into his butt, and she'll grin wickedly over her shoulder at Rheisa now, "That's my girl. All right." Winking then she heads off out of the pit, out onto the street, tossing Tarion into the speeder with a slightly careless toss, "UPSIEDAISIE."

"Thanks for the recommenations. Maybe we'll try one of the other places, as I know I'll be having a drink at the Blue light soon. " Darius grins, and listens to all the little names Hex deals out. "I hope you do take us up on it, I mean all you know of me is joining you in shooting up an art place on a whim. In truth, if we were to work together, I'm a Captain. Also a damn good pilot. " He gives Hex a little salute as he walks off and then wraps his arm around Vasani. "Let's go get some drinks and then have the fun those two were hoping to get to." Darius says to the blue twi'lek as he motions to Usha and Yan with that last part.

Sithspit, an actual effort. "Sure, but only if you come back with me to have a drink and hear the rest of the story," Lyington Liarsmith Liesville the Third said, rolling with it like only he knew how. He was grinning like a loon now. SUCCESS. The glass cannon wasn't thoroughly inept! At least he wasn't going home on a sled or a pallet or something like the other two were!

Kasia Ashkuri says, "Yes," Rheisa hisses back all contrary like when in fact she's consenting to Siha's brilliant suggestion. She uses the dull dart, because waste not. *JAB* Then plucks the feathers off while Tarion's up-ended rear is being an obliging pin cushion."

Usha narrows her eyes at Yan, giving him a once over again. All-in-all, his face is a little forgettable, but his stuff is prettttyyyy sweet. And upon taking another look at those pretty little zippers. The light that shines off of them is sooooo enticing. The Zeltron shrugs, "Eh. Why not. Meet me outside." She turns and starts walking in another direction before pausing and turning around to clarify, "At the back entrance. I don't wanna be seen with you out front." And she twirls around again to get her stuff before their rendezvous.