Log:Nar Shaddaa Nights: The Naboo Pilots

Nar Shaddaa Nights: The Naboo Pilots

OOC Date: February 23, 2018
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Fennix Lash, Grom, Hex, Maeve Zavir, Narsai Ordo, Netep Muri, Rosh, Sajin, Zuhj and ST

People might be heading to the Blue Light to start off the weekend right or to see if there's anyone in there that needs a gun pulled on them or anyone that deserves hit in the face. Spoiler alert: Luka's not here, so not much punching is going to happen inside.

Outside of the Blue Light it's raining lightly and people are trying to hustle to and from places. Given the time of the day though, someone's already been tossed out of one of the local places for drinking too much. The older gentleman currently sitting on a wall across from the Blue Light, staring at the door like he's going to try to go in. But that knot on his head might make it hard to walk. He's wearing a flight suit that's got fresh blaster holes in it and he surely does not look like he's from Nar Shaddaa.

A colorful umbrella rises high over a rickety folding table erected just to the right and a few feet away of the entrance to the Blue Light. Fennix Lash, a Ryn, stands behind the table and hollers out to anyone heading into the bar, "Care for a game of chance? Who can follow the bean beneath the cup? Step on up and take your chances fine sirs and mad...." He falters, looking confused for a moment while his tail comes up to scratch at his ear with the tip, ".... Madams?" he guesses.

Sajin finally was making his way back from the Ko Hento--whatever district. Having just returned from a trip to Drik he had gotten lost trying to find his way to where some of his friends were but ended up stumbling in on them. Now though, he was hungry after watching a brawl and where would he go? The Blue Light of course. He was dreaming of that Nurf Patty-melt, staring off into space as he walked closer to The Blue Light. Which causes him to bump right into the old man wearing a flight suit, pulling him from his daydream of sweet delicious fatty greasy meat. "Oh... sorry..." His voice metalic as it comes from the helmet of his armor. He looks to the Ryn peddling his games. "Aye, you got permission from the owners to be doing that out here?" He asks.

The booze hiding inside the Blue Light calls to Zuhj as he strolls down the street towards it, letting the rain fall on him without acknowledging it. As the Nikto makes his way towards the bar he spots a fellow he recognizes from his armor, Sajin, walking into a fellow he doesn't know and makes his way towards them. "You okay?" he asks the guy that just got bumped before lifting his jaw Sajin's direction as his way of greeting him. The Ryn and his game of chance are given a glance and the man a nod, "Shell game, eh? That's a pretty good racket."

Light drizzle? No problem. Netep's still got almost three weeks left on her month's free drink streak at the Blue Light! She's emerged from whatever other mischief she's been up to today to round it out with a few....rounds. But there's a small crowd forming around the entrance, which could be promising for entertainment. Hustler? Or street salesman? She comes up quietly behind the taller men surrounding the Ryn and peers a yellow eye through the gaps between shoulders.

Grom trudges into the district from the direction of the Starport, one heavy footfall at a time. A low rumble stirs in his large throat as the Houk notes a few familiar faces (and Rosh) filling the plaza ahead of him. "Grom is here now," he declares, bluntly. "Those known to Grom are greeted," he informs them. Yellow eyes narrow on the nearest unfamiliar face (Netep).

"Shell game, eh?" Rosh asks, looking around. "How much I get when I win?" The Ubese man loops his thumbs through his gunbelt and eyes the likely conman. "I'm thinking about buying a third gun, chatou."

It is raining. But then, on this moon it's almost always raining when it's not actively in the throes of a violent thunderstorm or, of course, when it's not smog choked and humid between rain storms. Maeve Zavir is making her way, rather carefully, along one of the many streets that line this district. Wise enough to carry a large enough and well built umbrella to handle even the worst rain, and wearing water repellent boots designed to do the same function, she skims the edges of the larger puddles and avoids the up-kick of nasty water when any of the vehicles skim by low enough to make a mess of everything. The well light beacon that is the Golden Orb appears to be her target as she has to cross the street to keep moving in that direction.

The old man just gives a sharp look at Sajin when he trips over him and he climbs to his feet, although he has to use the wall and Sajins belt to get his balance. "Thats what wrong with the galaxy." he spits out. "You youngins are out here worried about if someone has permission to run a game of chance in a place like this, where he's probably swindling people either way...!" he shakes his head and wobbles towards the door of the Blue Light. "Meanwhile, that bastard just slaughtered our Queen...and where's the outrage for that?!" he shouts.

And about the time the man starts shouting it's like a beacon, a younger man that looks worried sick and in a similar flight suit starts towards the group, "Dad, quit shouting. You're going to get yourself shot. Or worse!" he tells him.

Fennix's eyes lift up to meet Sajin's and a friendly smile settles onto his face. "Well hello, friend! Of course I have permission to be playing out here, don't you fret," he says in a charming voice, eyes moving to each new face as they step up beneath his umbrella. "Hello friends and welcome! Easy come, easy go. Twenty credits is the bet! Everyone is a winner, just take a chance!" he adds, glancing sideways at the man that starts yelling, a disapproving expression finding its way to his face as the man messes with his game.

Sajin gives a nod to Zuhj and waits to hear if the stranger is okay. Though he does look to Rosh and turns his head, "A third gun, you already have TWO." He turns to the old man and blinks at his speech, "Well I ant that young..." He glances to Grom and gives him a nod. Then noticing the old man's spawn making his way towards the gathering crowd he raises an eyebrow which is obscured under his helmet. To the Ryn, whom he studies a moment, he gives a shrug... "Alright then." He turns hoping now he can head into the establishment.

Rosh grumbles and growls as the grumpy Naboo-man starts whining about a dead queen. In a fluid motion, the Ubese slides one of his chrome-plated Merr-Sonn Flashes from its holster and sends a bolt toward the man's leg, "Quiet down! I'm about to fleece this man for some credits!" he hisses at him.

Giving the blaster a twirl, he slides it away and nods to Fennix, "I'll play your game, eh?"

Netep's a little busy staring up - way up - at the face connected to those giant feet lumbering this way and doesn't pay the lamenting Naboo pilot as much comfort as he perhaps deserves. "And this one greets those she does not know...such as Grom." The nomadic little linguist bows her chin respectfully to the big fella, then startles right out of her skin by Rosh's sudden blaster fire.

Giving the umbrella a slight twirl to cast some of the water off of it, Maeve Zavir's steps slow somewhat as she hears the shouting up ahead. Not, mind, that shouting is unheard of on Nar. But the woman is naturally cautious, which is a learned approach instead of an instinctive one, and she doesn't immediately approach further until getting a better readon what may be behind the shouting.

One thing the old man wasn't counting on was getting shot in the leg! And that shot does land and well, old people getting shot isn't a good thing. He crumples like a paper doll back down to the ground. Now he's not whining about a dead Queen. He's yelling about his leg being blown off. He's overreacting of course.

Oh the things you'll see on Nar Shaddaa.

When the blaster bolt hits and his dad goes down, the son doesn't even argue or try to shoot at Rosh. Probably a smart thing. He just rushes over to tend to his father, "I told you not to go and start any trouble. Stupid." he states as he gets him to his feet and starts to move off with him. Muttering things to him. Mostly about him being dumb. It's not everyday you get to tell your parents you told them so!

"Whose queen?" Zuhj asks as he looks between the old man and his son, unchanging expression on his face. And then there's a blaster shot towards the old man's leg and the Nikto takes a step back to make sure he doesn't get hit in case more bolts follow the first. Looking at the shooter to see that he's put up his weapon Zuhj shrugs his shoulders and sighs, "Guess I shoulda' expected that." Glancing over at the being who announced himself as Grom, Zuhj nods his head in a polite manner while looking up at the guy's face, "How's it goin'? My name's Zuhj." He is not any sort of linguist.

Grom rumbles to Netep, "King Grom will eat you last, little painted human. You too are greeted." Then, his brows draw beneath his bony forehead, as he hears talk of missing royalty. "There are many Kings and Queens, one-legged human. Tell Grom where you have lost yours." The Nikto is answered, "One-legged human has lost his Queen. Grom does not know where."

Sajin turns his head as he hears the discharge of one of Rosh's blasters. His whole body turns and observes the old man go down, his son coming to scrape his remains up off the floor. "Kravas, Rosh... I gota clean that sithspit up now..." He hefts a sigh and his helmet opens up and returns to its housing. He's handsome and very Hapan. He walks over and leans down, picking up the detached leg. He grimaces and holds it up. "Hey, you forgot this!" He tries to get their attention, waving the leg back and forth over his head. He looks to Grom, "Naboo, they killed his Queen. The Queen of Naboo."

Letting out a sound that can only be interpreted as vexed, the corellian doctor hurries toward the sound of gunfire instead of away from it. "May I help?" she offers once she gets near enough to the youth and the man who's been wounded. She lifts the umbrella even more, attempting to offer more shelter from the rain for the three of them now instead of just taking shelter herself beneath the generous spread of canopy. "I'm a doctor," she helpfully supplies, "I can at least stop the bleeding."

Fennix's smile falters as the Ubese pulls out his blaster and shoots the poor old man down right in the street. He looks the man over a little more closely, perhaps even warily, before the smile returns to his face and he says, "Certainly sir! Just place your credits down on the table and we'll get right to having fun!" He slides a bean across his table, black in color, and then two beans that are white. Cups are flipped over all three and soon enough the Ryn's hands begin to flash, sliding and spinning all of the cups in a dazzling pattern. He halts the movement, then reverses back through the routine. Finally all three stop and he looks toward

The man that's carrying his legless father is trailing blood. He shoots the Hapan a frown over his shoulder, "Keep it!" he shouts. Because what else are you going to do with it?! Then there's a woman offering help and he gives Maeve a look to see if she's joking and then there's a sigh, "I can pay you for the help, ma'am." he states as he stops. "We're going to head out of here pretty quick once it's done though. No offense to you." he tells her.

Into the Corellian sector another comes walking. Armed to the teeth, armed as hell, the Mandalorian woman...had no idea what was going on. She was simply headed for a meal! Tilting her head to the side at the noise that just -might- have been blaster fire, Narsai draws into the crowd and her deep green eyes scan the surroundings from behind the far more intimidating and emotionless 'face' that is her T-Visor. Corellian District was said to be the most safe on Nar Shaddaa, but sometimes that was like being the person 'least on fire'.

Grom rumbles again in his throat at Sajin's answer. "Hurn," he grunts. "Stupid Naboo. They should have chosen Grom as King and joined with Fale. None can kill Grom!"

Fishing the aforementioned twenty credits out of his pocket, Rosh sets them on the table. The Ubese man's visor stays focused on the moving shells, his helmet tilting slightly. Once they come to a stop, Rosh leans forward and taps the left-most cup. His other hand is at the ready around the grip of his blaster.

The Ryn's face falls as Rosh reaches out to tap the left cup, his brow furrowing and his mouth opening and closing quickly as he attempts to think fast. Finally he shakes his head and says, "Ooooh, very good sir. You have a quick eye!" Lifting up the cup, he reveals the black bean laying beneath the cup. He fishes into his pocket and pulls out a credit chit and tosses it on the tabletop beside Rosh's. His eyes peer back up to the gun happy gentleman and he says, "Double or nothing? With an eye as sharp as yours I dare say you'll easily be able to win again!"

Also wandering in here is someone far less elegant and dangerous looking than Narsai. It's Hex, drawn like a moth to flame by the sound of blaster-fire, probably. But he's not here in time to see the shooting, really, just to hear Grom making Gromlike proclamations. "Hail to Grom, big and strong! King of someplace, don't know where, slow to fear and quick to dare! Makin harm and breakin arms, bust a head and caused some dead, hail to Grom! Big and strong!" Hex lifts his mismatched hands in a celebratory manner, then asks his associated employees, "What're we ruining?"

Rosh stands in silence for a moment before shaking his head at the Ryn and holding his hands out for his credits. "Twenty extra credits will suit me just fine. Try him," he says, tilting his head in Hex's direction.

Sajin frowns at the Naboo man carrying his father away. "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?" He studies the the leg a moment then looks over to Grom with his hazel eyes. He holds out the leg towards him, "A gift from one King to Another. May peace exist between Drik and... yeah." HE turns to notice Hex and also Narsai enter the area, though he responds to Hex who he knows. HE cuts his fat check every week. "Oh... you know. Shooting drunk old men." He points to Rosh, "Gambling." HE sighs, putting his hands on his hips, "I gotta go get the mop." He looks to the blood on the ground outside the Blue Light.

"Are you /crazy/?" Netep finally comes out of her shock, tearing her eyes off Sajin waving that leg around and coming around up on the Ubese' right. "You just SHOT him." Like maybe Rosh wasn't aware of his misdeeds while too busy playing cups. "And for what? Noise?" The half Lorrdian wears an acutely incredulous look before flapping a hand haplessly skyward and rolling her eyes around to catch the tail end of Hex's lil rhyme.

"Yes, hail to Grom!" the Houk agrees, raising a fist larger than some human heads at Hex's song. "Grom approves of your tribute, funny little Head-tail man." He eyes Sajin's severed leg and accepts it with a shrug. "A little gift from a little king. GROM ACCEPTS." He takes the leg, and rests it on one broad shoulder.

Beneath her helmet, Narsai's face makes an 'oh' of understanding as she watches the wounded carried away and the good doctor come out to treat him. Violence stemming from gambling, politic or money? That's probably about standard and things had been running a little hot lately. Hex's arrival and breaking into praise has her glancing over her shoulder, shaking her head as she crosses her arms and observes for a moment longer, though she'll likely continue towards the Blue Light soon enough.

"It's ok, I understand the desire to be anywhere else, at the moment," Maeve Zavir replies as she angles the umbrella again before offering the handle of it to the young man and - with her hands now free - sets to work examining the wounded man. "I'm going to get the bleeding stopped, it may not be as bad as it looks," she advises as she does exactly that. Stops the bleeding and works quietly, rain and crowd notwithstanding.

The younger version of the older pilot from Naboo settles his wounded father down on the ground while Maeve works her Medpac magic! He's a little pale faced at the amount of blood lost and then he's looking back towards the group that's gathered and the trail of blood that's been caused by his father. He's quiet and gives Maeve a nod once she's done, handing her a credit chit, "Thank you. It's not a lot, but it's got a thousand on it." he tells her. With that done and his father healed enough to stand halfway on his own he helps him up and starts out of the sector as fast as they can.

Hex cups his hands around a tabac cigarette to light up, then confirms "Yes," to Netep's are-you-crazy, as a matter of general principles. He eyes Rosh and the Ryn, then eyes Sajin, who explained some things. "Are we winning at gambling?" he asks. "And on a scale from 'oh god why' to 'justifiable homicide,' where's the shooting fall? Do I want to know? Lying to me is okay."

"My new friend here certainly did win!" Fennix says, his eyes tracking from Rosh to Hex as the previous winner directs him to the green fellow. "Step on up sir, enjoy the prime game of the evening, endorsed by my friends here at the Blue Light!" he says in a chipper voice to Hex, waving him over to his little table and multicolored umbrella.