Log:Is Everything Alright at the Blue Light

History Repeats itself at the Blue Light.

OOC Date: August 4th 2020
Location: The Blue Light
Participants: Kasia Ashkuri as GM, Naelyn, Hex, Karys, Ariel Teral, Jehni'va Cihn, Domino Graystorm, Tarion Tavers, Liz'diot, Rheisa Dirleel, and Threl Ravrari.

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The Blue Light. It's a popular place, not just in the Corellian District, but on Nar Shaddaa as a whole, which means that the place is often pretty busy. Tonight is no exception, with the bar fully occupied and manned by Taachi, the Codru-Ji. The wait staff is hustling, but they're on top of it, the whole atmosphere thus far has been one of relaxation and fun. Nights like this are nice, they're usually great for tips.

At least until a tall, brutish looking human enters. He's exuding the opposite sort of vibe, he's frowning, he's well armed, but he doesn't immediately start trouble, so maybe he just has one of *those* faces. Said brutish man skulks his way to an empty table and parks there, waving off the waitress with the excuse that he's waiting for friends.

Totally normal, everything is fine.

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Dark Red, Black, Leather and mesh with gold accessories...half of Naelyn's hair is pulled put of his face with a simple clasp, while the rest falls freely down his back. The androgynous Sephi hybrid makes their entrance not long after Grumpy the Human, draped in a black robe, pushing his hood and taking a moment to scan the bar. Familiar faces get a wink or a blown kiss as he saunters along, moving with a serpentine like grace and allowing a hand to rest lightly on the bag knapsack at his side.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Hex Ashkuri - Master of the house, keeper of the zoo - is just wandering out of the back-room office shortly after this brutish person arrives. Soaking up the good atmosphere in a contented curling of lekku around his shoulders, he pauses to light a cigarette, exhaling a wisp of tabac smoke into the bar. It catches the glint of light from the many eponymous Blue Lights around here, before it is nothing, and gone.

"Hey, lia'ra," little brother, Hex greets Naelyn, after stepping that way. "Who's that thug just came in? Anyone you know?"

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Looking up at the sound of her name, Karys hmmmphs and blinks, turning about on her stool to send her attention over the many faces. She narrows her gaze as she notes Domino. Hesitation shows but Karys nods her head, "Well enough I think. Cutie Pie as you say is doing well." She rests her hand upon the helmet and notes the question about the thug from Hex. Her head tilts. A shake of ehr head is given in the negative as she orders a port in the storm.

What little help she is in the form of paying the propietor for her drink.

[Lorcan]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

A tan head adorned with sandy horns; bar one half-broken, stalks the newcomer, an indifferent visage on Lorcan's head. There is no care for the appearence, rather than just acknowledging the new presence. And the towering Zabrak fears no glance back, directly stalking a step by step, before eventually losing interest, falling back directly ahead. Atop a bar-stool with a gaze into the locale rather than into the actual counter and it's dutiful staff, the scarred mercenary strapped with a holster seems half-done with his whiskey bottle lovingly wrapped by a gloved palm.

[Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

It's windy as hell outside! And Thalia's vibrant and curly hair looks like it's been through a wind tunnel. The young woman smoothes her skirts and jacket out and heads inside. At least it's not raining. She gives a look over the big man that's waved off the waitress and she doesn't spend too much time looking at him, guys like that probably threatened to spoon your eyes out. She hurries up to find a space at the bar and quietly order something to drink before settling in with a nod to those around her.

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

It's always so awkward to be the first to arrive somewhere - this poor, brutish, brooding human must feel so uncomfortable. Like all eyes are on him. Poor dear. Jehni'va Cihn fails to notice him completely upon her own entrance. She focuses, instead, on the graceful dancer in front of her. "I would really appreciate if this didn't get out - especially t'Hex and Kas. Y'know?" She mutters, anxiously stuffing some sort of plant tendril back into one of the large pockets of her coat. "I promised I'd get rid of them all - I didn't think they'd... Y'know. /Escape/? Can plants esc- Hex!" She cuts off immediately, sweating, and flashing a way-too-large smile.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino eyeballs Lorcan, "Well what is it then? I clearly hit a nerve. What you got your eye on, Champ?" The new arrival is briefly noted and dismissed as she turns her attention on Karys. Hex gets a wary side eye but when she doesn't seem worthy of his view she relaxes. She notes the thug again when Hex poits him out, dismissing him readily-though her gaze flicks back over when he shoos the waitress away. This earns him a twice over but in the end she sips her drink and turns her attention back to Karys. She frowns, "What?" She siiiiiighs and frowns as she watches Karys, "What did I do /now/?" dismayed over the woman's hesitation and relatively cool reception.

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Kriffing hell, Hex, you can't just ask people who that thug is," Tarion curses as he emerges from the crowd like a raincloud on a sunny day. The bounty hunter wears his usual grey armored suit, his usual rifle slung on his back, and his usual lopsided grin. The hunter flings his upper half against the bar, leaning hard into it, letting his head loll to the side as he regards Taachi. "Taki, make me a Blue Moon Lagoon Monsoon, double shot, please, I was off-world yesterday and forced to endure the most horrific imitation."

A side-eye skims over Jehni'va. "You're sweaty. You're always sweaty but this is the 'oh no I did something totally innocent that everyone will only find adorable' sweaty. What did you do?" he demands, pushing himself a little more upright.

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Who is that thug?

That's an excellent question. Soon enough the question will have to expand, because a number of other thuggy looking types enter and beeline for the mystery man's table. Mostly human, along with one Rodian, and one Pantoran. They all cluster in at this table that isn't quite large enough, leaning in heads together as they have what appears to be a serious discussion. A few looks are shot Hex's way, eyes narrowed. Whoever they are, the stink of trouble is starting to grow around them.

No more than a few minutes of this before the biggest of them all -- the original thug -- slides out of the table and points at proprietor himself. "HEK-SASH-COREY!" he bellows with a drawl. "You and I got some business to settle!"

Do they?

While the reputation of this place might be nice, declarations like this often mean trouble, and a handful of the patrons scurry out at once. At least until a couple of the well armed thugs slide in-between everyone else and the exit.

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "Mm." Kohl rimmed eyes flick over towards the human when Hex makes his inquiry. "Not one of mine, or he'd have either a smile on his face or expectation in his eyes." Naelyn replies softly in his heavily accented Basic, that purr added to his rrr and sss sound. There's a glance over his shoulder at Jehni and a quirk of an eyebrow. Does he know? Probably. But he's a spy not a snitch, so his lips twitch slightly in quiet amusement as he gives a shake of his head. "I have no idea to what you are talking about. We are simply out to have a drink after doing ship mainta-" And then there's Tarion arriving and it is a reflex really as Naelyn's hand slips into a robe pocket. Just in case. Head on a swivel BACK to the thugs who are entering and there's a perk of interest, full lips parting and a hand moving up to check his hair. Then it just stays there as if he's posing for a fashion editorial as they start yelling. Is he pouting? No. (Yes) As he glares over towards Hex. "Oh. They are here for /you/." He is not pouting. [Lorcan]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Lorcan's curious gaze that drifted over the entirety of the estabilishment without discrimination gradually centered on the hushed yet inconspicious gathering of sketchy figures. And the moment one rises, his palm instinctively lands against his holster, though it doesn't pose much threat beyond resting against his leg. What does, are the words; and the evident blockade for the exit. This isn't his fight, but that is his bottle of whiskey, and if he doesn't leave here with every single amber drop, this tower of a Iridonian will not be happy.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* "Jehni'va!" Oh Jehn, you know you're in trouble when your whole name, its proper Twi'lek pronunciation, is stated all at once like that. "ESCAPE, what do you mean escape? What /escaped/? If you're smuggling cannibal gourds around here, so help me, I will --"

Oh, someone's yelling his name. Some version of his name, anyway. "You see why I go by Hex and not Heksash'kuri?" he sighs at Naelyn. "They can't do it. They can't say it." He draws on his cigarette while fishing in a pocket, then holds credits out toward Tarion. "Here, I'll pay you 100 credits to go be Hek Sash Corey."

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Karys swivels at Dominos' reaction and just gives her raised brow. "We should talk later. Remember how I very nearly shot you?" Maybe that will jog her memory but before she can elaborate the armored woman sets a hand to her waist and starts to ease her S-5 free of her holster. Her gaze narrows as the loud proclamation is advertised by the hulking figure.

A sound is made at the back of her throat. A faint chuckle is the undercurrent to her expression, sharp blue eyes narrowing as the blaster points downwards at the floor but ready.

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Frag - abort, /ABORT/. Jehni'va Cihns sweats a little harder, her hands shooting up into a defensive position. One of them is partly bandaged. "I haven't done anythin'!" She protests too quickly, but thankfully Naelyn is here, and they are - as always - defending her honor, standing her up a little straighter. "See? No-"

And then they very abruptly have other priorities, because someone is here to fight Hex.

"A/gain/?" Jehni'va groans, her head rolling back in frustration as she reaches for a communicator. "Co'po, lock up th'shop will ya? I'll be a little late - someone's trying t'kill our boss again." She's answered by an exasperated whirr of binary. "Yeah, I know." Grumbling, the pilot flips open the clasp of the holster at her hip. She's not the kind of person you want on your side in any kind of rumble, but she's what you lot are stuck with.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino snorts and turns on her barstool, "All the damned stars. I didn't think there was anyone dumb enough to face Dadbod to a fight strait to his face." She nudges Lorcan with a booted foot, "Watch this. Someone is about to have a VERY bad day." she jerks her head towards the thug and then beckons Karys, "C'mere Doll, sit on the otherside of this big brawny meatshield here. Tired of you getting all blown to Rancor Chow. An you can shoot me later if you want I'm certain I deserve it."

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Tarion's not paying attention to the thug. Thugs are everywhere, this is Nar Shaddaa. It would be weirder if there were no thugs. Hell, he's practically a thug himself, just better paid and better looking (debatable). His eyes follow Naelyn's hand inside the robe instead, and his grin widens expectantly. "Naeee, you got something for me, don't you? You're gonna give me something to make me behave, aren't you? Look, just fork it over now and I'll only complain a little bit that it's not enough."

When the syllables 'hun-dred' leave Hex's mouth, though, his ears perk up and his attention locks onto the Twi'lek proprietor. "A hundred? Make it a /thousand,/ I'm a good actor but your brand of 'lee-ara' 'eye-ju-koo' crap costs extra."

Without waiting to see if Hex will agree, the bounty hunter grabs his jacket and tucks the front of it into his pants, hiking his belt up as high as he can and waddling in an exaggerated swagger towards the first thug and this thuggy buddies. "It's pronounced HEKS ASS-CURRY, you chody-creep," the man proclaims in an exaggerated space-French accent, his belly puffed out as far as he can distend it. "I own this place, ok ka, me and my beautiful wife. If I don't say that, she'll make me sleep on the couch tonight, but sometimes you find good snacks down in between the cushions." [Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Thalia's just received her whiskey when it seems like the big thuggish looking man is calling out someone. Apparently that someone is named Hex. "Well...this doesn't sound good." the redhead whispers as she pulls her drink closer and turns a little to look at what might be getting ready to transpire. She gives a look around the bar to see who else might be shuffling about..or getting ready to rush over.

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Someone is trying to kill the boss again. Aren't they always.

The pair of thugs at the door are armed, and the Pantoran pulls from within his jacket a round device with an ominous lil red button, those in the know about these sorts of things might recognize a thermal detonator for what it is. The sight of that sends more patrons scattering, this time further back into the bar to take what cover they're able to as the thugs move around the bar, trying to corral the remaining people and keep them from fleeing.

The main Thug, Lorem, looks absolutely perplexed when Tarion responds to his call. "You're not--" The broad face is a mask of confusion, and then scrunches up in anger. "Fine, you want to play the part, you can." He pulls out a blaster and levels it on Tarion. "/Heksasscurry/ you ruint my life. Ruint my job, my reputation. Now I gotta take it back!" Monologues are never wise, but some people just can't resist, even if they're monologuing to the wrong person.

[Lorcan]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"Looks fun and I'd stick around, but I got this and somethin' to wrap up." Lorcan remarks to Domino and rises from his stool without hesitation, and with a careful salute of his bottle upwards in the direction of Domino and Karys, the bounty hunter casually wanders along the length of the bar-top, before turning for the back exit, intending to slip out before he wastes either his whiskey, or power packs without even being paid for it!

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- "The pronunciation is atrocious and that's coming from me who still can't pronounce some basic correctly, but at least it is sexy when I try." Naelyn replies softly before taking a step back and out of the way. That hand does slip out of his pocket though with a credit chit between two fingers and he smoothly holds it out as 'Hex' as played by Tarion passes by, so he can grab it on his way. "The additional 900." As he is slipping his own hands back into those robes of his and allowing his hands to rest at the small of his back, squinting as he watches the procedings. There is a glance over to Jehni though, down to her weapon and back at her and he very kindly offers. "Only if they hit that one, " He nods towards 'Hex' as played by Tarion. "Very hard." His faint amusement though turns to concern as he catches sight of that round device and the next words out of his mouth, are muttered and in the right setting might not be as venemous, but they are swear words. Ryl. Swear words, somehow he fluently strings together several sentences of resentful filth, murmured softly to himself as he takes stock of the situation. This was his off night.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Hex leans against the bar, both elbows drawn back to rest against it, and smokes. His lekku settle around his shoulders like cozy green tattooed pythons, and he settles in to watch Tarion's fat-bellied, idiot-minded, bad Ryloth accented version of him. A performance for the ages. A brow lifts as Hex considers the travesty before him, the slobbishness and shame presented, then he looks over toward Naelyn, Jehn, and the others nearby, and shrugs. "Ka, no, that's fair," Hex decides, and he nods.

Even as the blaster is leveled as Tarion, Hex himself doesn't seem provoked to action, he's letting Tarion handle that. Tarion is being paid to handle it. "Just do whatever I'd do, ok ka," he calls encouragement, and then gives a cybernetic thumbs-up.

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Well this is about to get interesting," Karys remarks lowly and as Domino says she get behind a meatshield she chuckles and grins. "Harder to shoot," she remarks as she is staring at Tarion's back. She remains upon her stool, resting the side of her blaster on her thigh as she readies herself to shoot. Tap tap tap. Her gaze is back on her drink however and she lifts it to her lips when the port is set down.

She drinks a good portion of it down and then sets the glass upon the counter. She turns it slowly around and around as she observes.

[Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Thalia takes her glass and then starts to scoot off her seat, just enough that if stuff goes south quickly, she can move into something that is cover. She watches, bright green eyes are looking between the people that are talking. She was sure this was going to go south...so...time to get on your toes, or on the ground!

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* As much of a favor as you'd be doin' us?" Jehn speaks up, sheepishly, holding up a finger like she had to offer a tentative answer to a teacher's question. "We'd rather y'not shoot 'im?" It's posed as a question to those around her, coupled with a shrug that seems to say 'right?' "I mean - y'know - don't let me /stop/ you, but. We'd appreciate it." Another pause. "Right?" It's not clear whether she is asking the group, or asking herself, where her feelings on a Tarion death lie.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino siiighs as meatshield excuses himself and with a moment of debate and growing irritation at her inevitable conclusion she rises and tugs loose her blaster from it's holster, powering it down and making sure to stick close to Karys but most definitely not IN FRONT of the woman-Domino has seen this woman shoot and for sure knows better. Back to the bar she looks around "Soooo, maybe we just let them duke it out. 'Hekasscurry' has got this and all, right?" nevermind that she doesn't seem to be horribly concerned if Tarion or 'Hekaskcurry' might be gunned down in cold blood right in front of her.

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Tarion, unperturbed when the weapons appear, glares in the general direction of the Pantoran especially before Lorem's monologue draws his attention back to center. "Well, if you're gonna shoot me, hurry up and do it then, ok ka, but there's a surcharge for grudge-settling. That's 20,000 per shot for stun, 50,000 per shot on kill, this is just the economy we're in. I have expenses too, ka-surra, I have lives to ruint! Including mine!"

He has a rifle on his back, but he leaves it there, taking a deep breath to stick his belly out a little further. A quick exhalation shrinks the fake pot-belly, a hand settling on tired abdominals for a moment, but then it's puffed right back out again, shoulders rolled back and fists planted on his hips. "What's it gonna be, boys?!"

[Liz'diot]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

As the tolken bad guys of the evening enter in search for their Dad-bod query, a dimunitive Bith in a swanky hover chair enters in a noisy and abrupt fashion. Attention was likely draw to him. "YASSSSSS." He proclaimed, clearly not yet aware of what exactly was going on in front of him. "It is I, LIZ'DIOT THE OMNISCIENT. YOU shall provide me with your finest bean of CAFF. You hav five-" There is a pause from the sore ridden alien, bulbous eyes hidden behind goggles of sorts. He worse fake hair on his head and chest along with the sleeziest ugliest purple leisure suit anyone could dream of. "Oh..." He said in a meek tone, knowing he walked into some rather serioud buisness. "Could I perhaps entertain you in a free weapon's modification?" If Bith could smile, it'd be a nervous one.

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* These thugs are moderately organized, there was a loose plan in place, measures to keep the crowd in check while this act of vengeance was played out. The problem lies in the fact that these men aren't well trained mercenaries, or even particularly skilled thugs, they're easy to spook, they have poor trigger discipline. Which is why when someone manages to slip by and sneak out the back, one of the thugs near that rear door fires a shot. Only it misses Lorcan and hits a waitress -- Sebil -- who had been frozen there watching the whole scene play out. She screams and falls over, not dead, but hurt enough to need a doctor.

"No, we're not paying you owe--" Lorem doesn't even bother fininshing the sentence and instead just fires on Tarion. Then he jabs the blaster into the air and aims it at Hex. "You /owe/ me!"

As this is happening, the door that leads to the street hisses open. Someone forgot to lock it. Outside stands a Togruta that several in the bar will recognize as Rheisa. The non-thermal detonator holding thug panics, grabs her by the arm and drags her inside, so now she gets to enjoy the fracas in the Blue Light as well.

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- There's a different mode that Naelyn goes into when there's danger, his eyes darting from the exit, to various patrons, and then back to the dangers in front of him. "The detonator cannot go off, Misstress who holds her husband's heart will be quite cross if damage is beyond the cosmetic." He cautions Jehni before his hands come from where they were crossed at the small his back, a curved dagger in one as he darts forward to close the space between himself and Tarion's attacker, knife twirled before he slashes against the human's side. There's a soft hiss. "You are rather attractive for a rabblerouser..." And yes he winks, twirling the dagger and adjusting his stance. Where the breeze came from to blow his hair a bit in the wind? Who knows. I mean.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Alright, now I'm mad," Hex gripes. His cybernetic hand reaches toward his holster, and some interaction between the gun and the hand seems to quickdraw-launch it into his grip! "You come into /my house/ and you do this? Sit down, son." The blaster report is loud in this small space, and following it, Hex yells over the ringing in his own ears. "Who are you even? What did I do?" Oh, right, there's an actor. "Ah... what did he do?"

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

As Domino nears her, Karys looks aside and down at her as she nods. She was ready to finish her drink. The port is left down on the counter as she rises up and begins to sort through the targets with a quick tick of her blue eyes. Her gun lifts and she steadies it down but its Rheisa's untimely entrance and nabbing that draws her attention.

Two quick successive green bolts hit her captor as her gun minutely moves to take out another with a third shot, the helmetless mandalorian looking down at her power clip.

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* And then the shot is fired, and by an instinct learned solely from associating with this group, Jehn throws herself backwards, doing a clean flip over the bar behind her, and landing in cover. "Gods, I hope someone saw that." She grunts, yanking her blaster loose and firing it over the table... It just clicks. "Frag it!" She grunts again, now hastily struggling to re-load the pistol before she's caught behind the bar. "I hope no one saw that." She amends, grimacing as blaster fire erupts all around her, trying to peek over the edge of the bartop so she can spy the thermal detonator Naelyn is talking about.

[Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Oops! Shots are fired and Thalia grabs her drink and bolts behind one of the booths. She's not a gunslinger and she definitely isn't here to fight. The woman peeks her head around and takes a sip of her drink, keeping tabs on who is getting injured that didn't start this mess.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino draws in a deeeep breath, her expression pinches when a weapon's aimed at Hex, "Eggghn, damnit. *Fine*." apparently a threat to the actual Hex is enough to prompt her to lift her Deathhammer which is already in hand up and firing "You want to die there are less annoying ways to get killed, you know!" She notes the threats to Hex and Tarion but either not caring if they get shot or more likely trusting those closest to those threats. At Karys nod she reluctantly gives the Mando some room to work and fires on Lorem, cutting a wider margin than she should to avoid the gravitational pull of Dadbod's gut.

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Okay, /forty/ thou-"

BOOM, Tarion is shot straight in the chest before he can get the new, discounted price out of his mouth. The bounty hunter is blown back by the impact and smacks heavily into the bar, collapsing against it for a moment. His head spins, metaphorically and literally, as his hands feel at the smoking armor on his chest. Then they go over his shoulder for the rifle slung there and pull it over his head.

"KRIFFING HELL, what kind of lowdown degenerate doesn't pay for his services up-front? That's gonna be /sixty/ thousand, now!" Hopping mad, he thrashes around on the floor, boots skidding across the tile as he tries to stand up without taking his hands off the gun, using the bar for support.

[Liz'diot]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"AHHHHHHH!" Liz exclaims as he pushes the stick on his hover chair with the rear spoiler and neon runners forwards. It makes a loud; 'Thhhhhppppptttt' sound as it moves, caughing up a bit of smoke or some type of acrid exhaust. He rounds the bar, laser bolts and other things likely zipping around him. He's safe here, more than likely, at least for the time being. His big bith eyes glance around. He was in heaven. An entire WALL of booze. "YASSSSS... INDEED." He dreamily proclaims, long lanky arms and fingers reaching for the bottles. He unpulgs the cork and chugs a good ammount. "You INsUFFERABLE Third Dimensional beings! So close Minded! So Stupid!" He finds a cloth and sticks it into the open top of the bottle. Tipping the bottle over, it soaks the rap with some of the chemical. His finger finds a button on his chair. From out of a back hatch a mechanical pincer comes out and present a lighter. A flame sparks to lfie and the rag becomes aflame. "INDEEEDAH."

[Rheisa Dirleel]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Just another windy day on Nar...

Or not.

A sack of rat corpses hits the floor, marking where once a wild Rheisa stood. It's like she was teleported, so swift was the snatching, but now her brain's had a chance to catch up and there will be consequences. A vile hiss (seriously, rat breath) entreats the thug to a juicy pair of unfurled fangs moments before she...watches them drop dead, punched with two smoldering holds of sizzleflesh. See? Consequences. "Sa adu d'tunga," she spits on the body then swivels those bold stripes toward the next nearest miscreant-looking fool and pounces without hesitation.

She scrambles low to the floor, up over a chair and launches from the table to tackle the man from the side. Her aim's a wee bit off and one fang sinks deeply into his cheek while the other deflects painfully off his jaw. The jugular is spared. The array of beads, teeth, feathers, etc go whipping around the both of their heads as they collide and the struggle begins. Rheisa Dirleel, gentle soul, curator of art, lending suspicion to the nasty SURELY unfounded rumor that Togruta are venemous.

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Things have started to heat up, many customers are taking shelter under tables, a few behind the bar. Some of them definitely witnessed your flip, Jehn, rest assured, and they are very impressed.

Naelyn's attack manages to leave behind a gash in Lorem's side, but then he's winked at. Flirted with? This is a very confusing moment in Lorem's life, and it just provides all the evidence needed that he was wholly unprepared to deal with Hex and company. He doesn't even get out a reply before...

WHAM.

Sit down son, he's told, and now he's sitting. The man isn't dead, but he's hurt pretty seriously. Just not seriously enough to keep him down yet, nor does he have the smarts to surrender. "You--" he accuses Hex, knowing the whole actor thing was a scam. He knows! "You came in and took all the merchandise, took it /all/. I had to run for my life because they wanted half a million creds to make up for what you took!" What. Things? People? Unclear.

Meanwhile Karys has managed to shoot a hole clean through the thug that grabbed Rheisa, but she injured a second near the Fizzpop machine, against which the Rodian is now leaning. Bleeding. Making a mess.

The waitress that was shot before continues to cry and call for help, but there's nowhere to go, and a thug near the back just keeps shushing her insistently as though this will make her stop. It won't

One of the humans -- another of the nameless thugs -- foolishly had his back to Rheisa, so she is able to get a nice big bite. CHOMP! The man screams and falls backward with the angry Togruta atop him. "GET 'ER OFF ME! GET 'ER OFF!" No one moves to assist him.

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Trying to shift to less lethal means, the dagger is tucked away in a smooth move so his off hand can bring coil of black leather to bare. That's when the tiny pretty creature that is Naelyn is shot and go skidding back a bit as well, falling to his knees in a dramatic but slightly curled in on himself pose. There's a hiss of a response as he looks back up with wide eyes and just drops the whip. He takes a deep breath and just death glares for now, hand resting lightly on his dagger once more.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"What are you DOING?" Hex gasps as Liz is assaulting the merchandise to make weapons! "You can't just take the alcohol and make improvised bombs out of it! We need that! All of our liquor is special, and chosen with care, and it's not meant to be -- Oh, wait, that's from Mandalore. No, yeah, keep going."

Then Lorem is speaking to him, and Hex laughs.

Those who know Hex probably know him as a jovial man, generally a kind one if not a very clever or handsome one. But this laugh is darker -- self possessed, confident, and carrying a note of danger as easily as tabac smoke weaves through the air. "Merchandise?" Hex echoes. "Slaves? Did I take your slaves, sir?" A DL-54 is a big gun, and it's leveled at Lorem again. "You put someone else's life in chains, you lose yours, you piss-dipped, soft-toothed, spineless shoe-pisser. That's how this works. I will break you in half."

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

As one goes down, the other severely injured Karys takes a quick note of the threat and starts for the Pantoran at the door. The gunslinger lifts her S-5 and moving around Domino she stalks forward with one shot slamming into him, the next finding its home and the third goes wide but harmlessly around him to miss everyone else. She narrows her gaze as he stays up - not down yet and shakes her head as she reaches out to prep to get that thermal from him.

Not a fan. NO SIR!

[Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Thalia sees the waitress go down and hears her, the redhead drains the rest of the whiskey out of her glass and the keeps low, moving towards the wounded woman. She tries not to draw the attention of the gun men, but, she can't leave someone in pain like that. She manages to make it to her and her hands have her medpac and things ready, "Hey, I've got you." she whispers as she works on getting her stabilized.

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* With her weapon reloaded and her nerves steeled, Jehn huffs out a series of short breaths and then - stares agape at the Bith now crafting explosives behind the counter. She gives them a slow, approving nod before popping up and squeezing off a pair of shots - after they are loudly proclaimed to be slavers, there isn't as much guilt. Jehni'va doesn't wait to see if she landed any before dropping back down to cover, and squinting at a new disruption clattering off from the back. "Rheisa?" She calls, tentatively, over the din. She would know that feral hissing anywhere.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino jerks a bit as she's grazed by a blaster bolt and gives an irritated kick-poodle kind of 'Yelp!' "Ow! Kriffin, mother-humpers." large hazel eyes full of indignation more than murder she locks onto the one that shot her-and fires on him and without waiting to see how that one landed swings and fires on the next nearst one "You all better hope none of you left alive." She grumps ominously.

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* A shot rings out from the bar, and Tarion is behind the smoking barrel that blasts the Pantoran thug out of existence. "I /hate/ Pantorans," he declares, finally upright though he's still looking a little crispy in the front.

[Liz'diot]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

"AHA! You can not hope to ever reach me! If there were two Omniscientses, I would definatly be both!" Liz declares as he barely pops his head up over the bar, his fake pompadour making more of an appearance than his small self. Bith were not strong creatures... and Liz was severly physically handicapped. Thosetiny arms could barely turn a wrench, which is why he had those mechanical arms. Alas... he threw that moltov anyway with his frail limbs. It soared... it was Glorious... Hope BEAMed in his big black eyes. Until it shattered and exploded all over the bar top alighting it in flame. "NOOOOOOOOO!" His voice shook in a whiney sort of girlish way. He yelped as the flames licked out to singe him with their heat.

[Rheisa Dirleel]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Rheisa's got a small grappling advantage in that her toes are free from any suffocating shoe and thusly can grasp almost as well as her sharply nailed fingers. Also, the air tattles on any movement any body makes anywhere in this room, giving her that sweeeet spatial awareness. Any counter attack the dude on the floor tries to make is futile and fails to dislodge her everything from his everywhere. Feral Togruta what? As close-minded as a certain Gand's proclammations are, they do maybe hold SOME ounce of truth.

"You is to be quiet and verrrry still.." Rheisa growly purrs some advice into the screaming human's ear, assuming the blood pooling in there hasn't deafened it. From this intimate range, he could smell what she had for lunch, or see a sliver of himself still hung up on a tooth. "Or I will bleed your belly and feed what inside to my children." Those who know her know that she'd never serve such filth to dear sweet Umak, but this dunga ba don't know that. Serious or not, her knife is out and in hand, and the tip grazes up the length of his torso, barely knicking the fabric there.

"Jehni'va!" She lifts her head to shout but still 'sees' the supine thug plenty. She is straddling him, afterall. If he's about to die, at least he's got a decent view around her heavy swoop of beads and fabric that Rheisa calls a 'shirt'. "I have one of bad mens! I kill yes or NO?" The knife's point comes to a slow halt in the hollow of his throat. And then the bar is LIT! That whoosh of fire jerks an instictive flinch from the gruta and as a result, that sharp tip slices a /tiny/ bit into the man's neck. Superficial, but a reminder maybe of what could be.

[Threl Ravrari]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Gunfire is a common occurrence in some of the districts of Nar Shaddaa. Sure, it's something you kind of expect in Ko Hentota or the Hutt District, but here it's relatively rare. Just getting off for the evening, Threl was on her way home when someone yelled about a commotion going on in the Blue Light. A cordon of sorts - watchers trying to peer in to ogle the carnage - had formed on the street outside and Threl, against her inclination to just head home, pushed through the crowd and ran inside!

Just in time to watch a Molotov cocktail dash against the bar top, scorching all sorts of wonderful alcohols that might be an issue in a moment. Still, there are people to help! Running in the front door of the place barefoot, as God and Togruta culture intended, Threl scampered to the nearest fallen civilian, dragged them to something like cover, and started treating their wounds.

"Stop shooting bar! Just want Fizzpop!" Threl cries out forlornly

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* It's CHAOS. This isn't what the thugs signed up for, but had they done even a modicum of research they'd have known that. They didn't. Too late, fellas.

Naelyn's leather whip snaps against the floor right beside Lorem, it makes him jump. He's afraid, and angry, and really, really hurt, but as Hex speaks he tries to lift his blaster. He wants to get one shoot off, but that hand cannon of Hex's packs one heck of a punch with the trio of blaster bolts that slam into his body, and Lorem's blaster clatters to the floor. He's still not dead, but he's only alive by a hair.

Wyllem, on the other hand, is having an even worse day. First Karys shoots him twice, and it's bad. It's really bad. His shaky hand clutches the detonator, he's going to do his job. He's going to-- And then Tarion shoots him, it's a brutal shot that burns through the flimsy armor and the heart that used to beat in the chest of the Pantoran man. It no longer does. It takes a few moments for that reality to catch up with Wyllem, and then he staggers forward, and that detonator starts to slip from his fingers...

Domino is a BOSS, the Rodian by the fizzpop machine is blown off his feet, a little splatter hitting the machine itself, but the fortunes are safe, and then she takes out another one. The second to last human, who hits the floor before he even realizes what happens.

The injured thug near the back is finished off by Jehni'va, and he too hits the floor. Ded.

The waitress that was crying has quieted down now as Thalia tends to her wounds, it hurts, but there's someone caring for her in the chaos, and that helps to calm her down some. She's easy to stabilize, and though she will need to be taken to a clinic, it's likely that she will live.

Or will they, because suddenly the is on fire. FIRE. AAAAA. If there are fire suppression systems here, they're not going off yet. AAAA!

The man who Rheisa has pinned to the floor just stays there, this possibly venomous Togruta is terrifying. He doesn't even move when she nicks his neck, he's there, her prisoner in this burning bar where all his friends, except Lore, are now dead.

Threl has an easy enough time dragging the tiny Twi'lek woman beneath a table, she has a blaster wound to the thigh, but with help she'll be fine.

Probably. Unless they all die in a fire, or an explosion.

[Naelyn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Naelyn is gripping his dagger at the ready, but mostly just leaning against something firm as he checks his blaster wound with clinical concern and turns his attention to the 'battle' which people seem to have well in hand. So for now, he just leans against the chair, leg, or column that's behind his back and watches.

[Hex]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Chaos! Chaos and more chaos! Things are on fire, there's blood everywhere, broken objects and furniture and people! Hex stalks forward with pistol still in hand to press it against Lorem's head. "This is a better end than a slaver deserves," he hisses in Ryl, and then pulls the trigger! What a mess.

It's about that time that Hex wakes up and realizes everything /else/ that is happening, looking around as though coming out of a daze. Oh... fire, fire. He steps quickly toward the bar to seize a bottle of Sullustan gin by the neck, saving it, and then yells, 'Everybody get out of the bar! Out!'

[Karys]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Karys is moving after Tarion downs the Pantoran and she lands upon her knee to scoop the thermal out of the air before it hits the ground. THANK GOODNESS. She curls her fingers carefully around it and slowly lowers her pistol as she notes the damage done to the thugs. "Wrong place to try this drek." She says to no one who can hear her. Pushing hesrelf back up slowly she turns the thermal about before she hunches over the Pantoran and feels him over a moment. What does he have? Anything she can take for herself is pocketed and moves back towards the bar, sliding in to take her seat, setting down the thermal and lifting her helmet to tug it back down over her head.

[Thalia Vasano]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

Thalia gives a smile to the waitress, "You're going to be alright, I promise." she tells her. With her tended to, she does crawl over on hands and knees and root through the pockets of the downed thug. When she find a baton there's a bright grin and she says something in Jawa before she hurries back over to the downed waitress. "Anyone need some healing?" she looks around.

[Jehni'va Cihn]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"You're racist." Jehn shouts, frowning deeply at Tarion from across the fight; she is always able to find time to berate him on ethical concerns while in a situation that should definitely prioritize more pressing matters. She raises her blaster, ready to fire off another round, when the bar suddenly explodes into flame.

"Wh/AT/?!" The pilot squeaks, turning a horrified and suddenly singed look of bemusement on the Bith. She scrambles backwards, slapping at the little tongues of flame clinging to her jacket.

Something flails in her pocket, and she tries to pat at it reassuringly as she flees her former cover - the bar is on fire, and there is a large amount of alcohol in danger of exasperating that problem. Jehn doesn't want to be anywhere near it regardless, so she makes a rush for Rheisa.

"Yeah! Wait, no - er, shiv - no for /now/? I mean, I dunno - do we keep prisoners? Do people go to jail on Nar? He's a slaver, so - man, I don't know." The pilot errs, her own and morality chaotic questionable at best. "Maybe we tie 'im up and let Kasia decide after." Jehn's solution for everything: ask mom!

There's a chit-purse lying on the ground, as likely to have been dropped by a scared patron than by one of the thugs. Jehn tucks it into her pocket.

[Domino]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Domino keeps her pistol up and sweeps the bar, treading over first to check on the FizzyPop machine, "OH thank the stars." her shoulders droop a bit in relief when her transactional soulmate proves unharmed. Only then does she go towards the nearest of the thugs and kicks weapon away from his prone form and with the deftness and speed of a professional thief empties his pockets and pauses to slip off a ostentatious timepeice "Some people have no taste. Ew." But it is tucked into a pouch anyway.

[Tarion Tavers]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"No, I just hate all Pantorans," Tarion refutes Jehn's accusation, frowning as checks his chest again with a cybernetic finger, poking into the scorchmark and wincing. "Where's the big one, the dumb chody-creep that thought I was Hex? I had him going, you all saw it. If you hadn't interfered, I'd have taken care of this whole thing," the bounty hunter asserts, stumbling over to where Lorem is fallen on the ground, rifling through the ruined body's pockets and clothing. "You owe me 60,000 credits!"

He shakes the body a few times, and picks up whatever rattles out onto the floor, then straightens up and gives the corpse a good kick. "This is not anywhere /near/ 60,000. Imagine going to settle a grudge and not even taking enough money to do it." A derisive snort that causes him to cough and spit a few times follows. "I'm good, I'm... I had this handled. We- *cough* is it smoky in here?"

He turns around and looks at the bar, sees it in flames. For a second, he just stares, but then his eyes narrow and his cocky grin flattens. "No, yeah, that seems right." Quick-stepping to the bar, he reaches through the smoke and grabs a handle of liquor from behind it. "Nobody panic! I have it under control!" Cracking the top open, he dumps the alcohol into the fire.

[Liz'diot]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

If Bith could smiley in a cheesy fashion, Liz would have done so to Jehni but all she gets is a slick little tongue ticking out of his mouth hole... wiggling... then slurping back inside the oriphice. "YASSSSS. I am brilliant! So Brilliant that I created this... uh... Fire Wall to protect you vulnerable HU-MON." As Tarion starts to dump more booze on the fire, increasing its size. Liz yelps as he comes around the bar, the growing blames singing him horribly. "YASSS. YASSS! Rise the flames of protection?" Does anyone notice the little mechanical arms on his floating chair reachign out to tuck away various bottles of liquour into the 'trunk'. Maybe... Either way he moves on to the dead goons, same arms rifling through their things. "Credits! Ohhh Gimmi gimmi!"

[Rheisa Dirleel]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

While she's got him down, Rheisa darts a hand in and out of the thug's pockets checking primarily for any hidden weaponry buuuuuuuuut

A substantial sum is found! Maybe. She doesn't count it, but she does take it and stuffs it into her belt where some promptly falls right back out. "Mm." Killkillkill!! Jehni's naming him as a slaver might've shortened the man's life expectancy right then and there if Hex hadn't bellowed a different order.

"We go," she tells Jehni and the man she's drilled some nasty microbes into by way of her chompers. "You make bad steps," she drops the blade a few inches lower to poise for the kill, "I eat your heart."

And then she's off him, leaving him to choke on his own bloody face or run free. There's more important things to retrieve before she flees, the first of which involves returning to the first thug she encountered to jam the knife up into his maw and carve herself a pearly memento. Actually not that pearly. This jackass had some bad teeth! Also...it's getting warmer in here. A wary glance over shoulder confirms that the inferon's gone from bad to worse, so she opts to drag the carcass outside, pausing only to retrieve her bag of rats.

[Threl Ravrari]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The Twi'lek with the blaster wound to the thigh is patched up fairly easily with a dermal bonding tool, loops of gauze and a shot of something that takes the pain away and acts as an antibiotic. "You fine." Threl says kindly, helping her into a sitting position. "Go clinic in morning. Will be sore, but you can walk." and turn, giving her a bump on the head, Threl peers out from her cover at the suddenly silent bar, looking amazed. "It work!" she cheers, standing, letting out a cry of delight! "I tell people to stop and they stop...because...all...oh." She trails off, the excitement dying as the carnage in her favorite watering hole sets in. She stares, wide eyed, at the flames quickly engulfing the bar and shakes her head, muttering some Togruta profanity. This will take weeks to repair! Still, at least the shooting stopped, but only because one side was unable to fight anymore. Ah well. It still ended, and the Fizzpop machine was bloodied, but unbowed. All in all a great success!

Emerging from cover, Threl dragged any of the fallen with her out of the range is the fire and near the front door ('luckily' finding a lost bauble or two along the way!) going back until all living, willing injured were in a central spot to be treated before transport to somewhere less on fire

[Kasia Ashkuri]*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Lorem was a slaver, he deserved this ending. He might not agree with it, but he's too dead to argue now with that last blast from Hex's weapon putting an irreparable hole in his chest.

Luckily the bar won't turn into a funeral pyre for him or the rest of the thugs, because though Hex is saying to flee, and the sensors aren't picking up on the flames, Taachi knows her business and points Naelyn in the direction of the fire suppression system panel. In no time there's a shower of foam raining down on the bar, extinguishing the flames with a sizzle of protest. Good thing the Fire Marshall wasn't here, they probably won't get a fine for this.

The bar is a bit singed, and there's probably some smoke damage, and a little light trauma for the patrons who were trapped inside. Still, the bad guys are dead, and no one important was so injured that a few days recovering won't fix it.

All in all, it was a pretty good outcome.