Log:Resistance: To Catch a Rat
To Catch a Rat
OOC Date: June 17, 2019
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm(GM), Nove Korell, Merek, Sapphira Solari, Rhysio Ando, Celes Krill, Angouri Dros(as Lurk), The Resistance
Ko Hentota is one of the poorest districts of the Smuggler's Moon, and just stepping off a taxi here feels like a hazardous move. Industrial and unrelentingly grimy, this slum-ridden city has been built around the steam and ventilation ducts of major industry. The air is thick with fog and mist from the open and exposed pipes of numerous factories; visibility is always poor here. Many visitors choose to wear respiration equipment when they come here, but such protection is luxury most locals can't afford. Pipes, valves, and vents criss-cross every surface in a complicated mess, trying to keep one step ahead of the corrosion caused by their own contents, and every building's original color is long since buried under the same color of soot. The center of Ko Hentota is an area called the Hub, the center of the web-like structure of streets and alleys of this district. The Hub is a busy courtyard full of the chaos of many different types of sentients, moving quickly about their tasks or searching the crowds for unwary targets. The population trends toward aliens here, partially due to the harsh environment, but even among their number this place has an odd nature about it, and it's known around Nar Shaddaa as the 'home of the strange.'
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Those who sat through the briefing held during wee hours in swamp outpost have had a complete dossier of Cado Dinn sent to their datapads for a little pre-op homework, courtesy of the Brigadier General. There are very few documents in that dossier that look official, mostly because when a few decades and couple gov't transitions have passed, not all the files survive the relocations, fires, orbital bombardments, and periodic purges (some maybe accidental). The rest are a bit anecdotal, typed up from Greystorm's memory. If the information is to be believed, the man they've come to detain is, for lack of better description, a male Ambrosia. Cold. Calculating. Great at killing people. But better knack for demolition work.
Contact has been made, arrangements to meet confirmed, and that leads us here, navigating the messy web of Ko Hentota. Shouts of a dozen or more languages fill your ears, leaks from a hundred different pipes try to fill your boots. And the greasy aroma of countless mystery meats sizziling on passing carts will either tease the tummy or turn it. It's pretty dark down here, but there is no shortage of lanterns and rope lighting and other forms of illuminating neon to light your way to....
The Thirsty Blurrg. It's a cantina, and a dive from the look of it. Attempts to take advantage of entering customers are present in form of a few small-time vendors that hover near the entrance. One of them, a Bimm, is hawking tag-free, "Core" brand name clothes that reek suspiciously of insecticide.
Loitering around the interior of this hazy establishment for any length of time will surely reveal that most of the occupants share common traits with the creature from which the name was derived. Blurrgs. Hard-headed, dumb as rocks. Much of the audible conversation overheard centers around conspiracy theories and or overtly racist jock jokes. Which is funny, considering that fewer than three among any random selection of patrons belong to the same race.
This is a double-decker cantina, but rather than building UP, they've built DOWN. Cado's last communication indicated he'd be on the lower level. The gambling room. Also doubling as a kitchen. Basically it's a hole of a basement with multiple doors leading who knows where and a couple scattered tables for tossing dice and a couple fryers for keeping the supply of artery-cloggers coming.
Your man is one of just a few bodies down here, turned in his chair to face the stairs. Salt'n'Pepper hair, cropped close to skull, meanly dark eyes, a face resembling a crumbling brick wall. Square and thick - solid still, but with enough scars, pits, and wrinkles to show just how unkind the years have been. The rest of him is much the same. Not a figure one ought trifle with in a dark alley. The way he's slouched comfortably in his chair, he knows he's still got it.
[Sapphira Yavok]
Who's that Zeltron? That's a Sapphira Zeltron. She's nailing the pink skin, purple hair, and she even has a strange scent wafting about her ... Dressed in a bikini top and fitted pants with a leather jacket over it and knives and guns about her person, she wanders the lower level until Cado catches her blue eyes. She in turn tries to catch his, tries to offer a mischevious smile
[Celes Krill]
Celes doesn't believe in diguises because nobody knows who Celes is anyways. Cameras aren't likely to show her face anywhere she goes, she has no holonet foot print, and public records for whatever cover identity she came up with on her own will be solid enough. So when she shows up with her hair parted on the other side as a physical disguise... it is likely to nobody (that knows her's) great surprise. She's with Sapphira. Trying to look tough without actually looking that tough in her usual synth leather jacket over a shadow suit. She doesn't even try to hide her pistols. One of them clearly showing a Resistance symbol on the grip.
[Rhysio Ando]
Speaking of guys that still got it, a man walks in not far behind Sapphira and Celles. He's wearing tight leather pants, a halter top exposing two out of x abs, x being whatever the total number of abs Rhysio has, and a red headband holding his wild mane of blond hair together. The top lip of the man is held up on a permanent sneer, and his eyes glance around the whole in the wall like a lead singer of a sleemo rock band looking at a lot of free (as in beer) drugs stacked on top of a lot of free (also as in beer) women.
[Nova Korell]
Not too far from the group of pretty little liars, Nova Korell holds up a wall, talking quietly with a battered R2 unit that apparently serves as a waiter in this hole in the hole-in-the-wall cantina. She's dressed inconspicuously, but nothing like herself: Well-worn tan cargo pants over a cropped, faded black tee, with high-traction protective boots to keep her feet safe from water and other feet alike. A tan utility jacket keeps her soldier's muscles from being so obvious. She's highlighted her pale blonde hair with purple streaks, and tied on a dirty white headband to keep it out of her face. The overall impression is of a would-be tough girl techie who actually has to hold down a job, but still might own her own swoop.
The droid must be starved for conversation in its own language, as it's staying close by. Nova, for her part, is doing pretty well at the whole 'subtle' thing while still keeping an eye on the liars. A week's practice is paying off!
[Merek]
Merek has put on his attire for smuggling, while he makes his way with Nova as well. His rifle is adjusted about a sling, while he has a pistol upon the hip. He's a bit away from the woman, seeming to take in all the people while he waits about.
[Angouri Dros]
The ongree can be an alarming peoples to meet for the first time, and Lurk K'nibbls is no exception. The diminutive, amphibious lackey looks as if he were constructed by a drunken amoeba with no sense of up or down - even by ongree standards, Lurk is ugly. Still, the ongree gives a racous, high-pitched shriek of laughter at something that's been said at Cado's table and a glistening, rubbery palm slaps the table's surface. "Good one!" He gurgles with a voice like a drowning lothcat's keens, garbled through the mucous membrane of his pale-skinned throat.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
It isn't hard to catch Cado's eye. He's an expert tracker. Or was...before that Princess-turned-politician retired their special operations unit from service. He'd left the Republic with many a shiny medal, but none so big as the bitter lump caught in his craw. Slowly it grew, over the many years. Eating at him from inside...like a cancer. A descent into madness is only natural.
And he is mad.
The left side of Dinn's mug seems stuck half-cocked into a lecherous smile as he watches the Zeltron descend those stairs. His black eyes meet her baby blues with the force of an inbound freight train...cutting through her sweet face to the woman who follows alongside. Namely, that too-familiar emblem rocking to and fro on hip. A solid second is all his stare lingers there before sliding back up to study Celes's fair face. It isn't one he knows, but the slight shift in his jaw puts an edge of tension through his smile. And then of course there's the funny feller lookin like...well. He'll never understand that generation, anyway.
"Hello, lovelies," A hand rises a few inches from the table, angled vaguely at the two bodies assembled with him, then lowers just as slowly. It's a silent request to silence their hootin and gurglin and to pay attention. "You here to buy in?" He sniffs, rubbing at an invisible irritant under his nose. A long, sly look gets twisted around, across the way to that young man toting a rifle, then back pointedly to Celes. "Or you got some other friends to see?" Other than a curious tilt to his head, a two-stamp fidget from his left heel, and idle drumming of fingers over a few dice, the man moves not. He's likewise packing heat - the shrug of tattered jacket hem revealing a bulge on hip. There's a wicked looking knife sheathed into his boot as well. It's got a different emblem engraved on its hilt. The 'New' Republic's.
Meanwhile, the fryers keep on frying and the spindly-armed cook is too busy mounding up orders for topside to pay them much mind. Cept when Cado stamps a fist on the tabletop suddenly with a bark for "ANOTHER ROUND!" A pause as he eyes the new arrivals with a jackal's grin. "And for our guests..."
[Sapphira Yavok]
"'Other' friends?" the Zeltron that is Sapphira parrots, making her way over toward Cado Din et. al. as the man meets her gaze and raises his hand in their direction. "Does that mean you're my friend too? Or are you just settin' up to be? As it happens, I'm here looking for some new ones." The question isn't coy (because Sapphira has no seduce, literally or figuratively) but it's rather playful, conversational, easygoing. She'll move to sit, invited or not technically speaking, angling herself as near to Cado as an open seat may be found to be. Those baby blues follow the older man's harsh look toward Celes and whatever Rhys is masquarading as tonight, and when she looks back her smile is more amused than anything. "No need to fuss; it's a rough part of town, doncha know? Ah yes, I'll have a Double Tatooine Sunrise, and then..." she looks back to Cado. "Let's see about this blooming friendship, shall we? Mister....?"
[Celes Krill]
Celes doesn't do flinching, but neither is she trying to butter Cado's biscuit, "If you keep starin' at me loike that, Oi am gonna hurt you." She says with ice water in her veins and her shoulders rolling, "She hired me.." Pointing two fingers at Sapphira, "So the only friend Oi have here, is her. Stay her friend an' anyone not bein yer friend, aint moi friend either, ok ka?"
[Rhysio Ando]
Pausing at the foot of the stairs as Sapphira and Celes join Cado at his table, the sneer never quite leaves his face as he looks down towards Cado, "Depends if y' got money, mate." He then sighs, "I hope ya got money..." He then narrows his eyes, winking at Cado, "And I hope yer tryin' to be our friend."
Completing his sauntering descent downwards, Rhysio in disguise pulls out one of the chairs, turns it around, and places it back up against the table. He lifts a foot to place his boot on the seat for a minute, sliding his knee out to the right reaching down to pull up his boot as he shows off the wedding tackle without making bones about it. So to speak. From his boot, he pulls out a small back and places it on the table, then throws his leg over to straddle the chair.
[Nova Korell]
Nova casually watches the action at the table, still talking quietly with the R4 droid. She has to smile faintly at Sapph The Zeltron's come-on line and Celes's tough girl act, but her fingers are still crossed in her jacket pocket. Rhysio's own part in the drama draws a faint smile as well. Hopefully their target is an equal-opportunity type, when it comes to certain kinds of attention.
[Merek]
Merek doesn't look like he is doing a lot, he seems content as he keeps to the wall. He's not trying to speak to anyone, and having been on the moon a while in the past, he knows his way about.
[Angouri Dros]
The raucous shouts and gurgles of wet laughter emanating from ugly Lurk cease instaneously at a wave from Cado, and the ongree falls silent, those too-low eye stalks swiveling towards the objects of Cado's attention. Those blood red, bulbous eyes sluggishly follow not-Sapphira as the 'Zeltron' woman slinks to their table, all smiles and friendly words, and he gives a single, slow, audibly wet blink at her and her apparent body guard. "Gueth it'th better thafe than thorry in thith part of Nar." He chuckles wetly, his attention slinking, one by one, to the colorful cast of characters that approach the table. He focuses, especially on Rhysio and gives a disturbing wink, his massive mouth twisting into an unnerving, upside down grin. It would appear that he appreciates the outfit. "Whath a thtrapping thing like you doing thkulking around down here?"
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
"When'd you defect?" Cado drills back at Celes, failing to blink. Under any other circumstances, he'd definitely appreciate the nearness with which Sapphira's come to sit, but presently doesn't seem to be of a mood to strike up /friendly/ conversation. The soft plop of little bag on tabletop /does/ get a hasty glance. "Ain't me were s'posed to bring the credits. Friend."
"Lurk," he grunts at the miserably mishapen alien wretch. "Fetch me that there little gift." A point with a finger missing its entire nail bed angles at the thing blondie deposited on table. Cuz he's sure not gonna reach for it. That's what bought-off-the-street lackeys are for.
Now. Back to little leather McTough girl...the human one. His beady glare of distrust is plain enough, but she's allegedly been brought here by the Zeltron who seems to have passed under his radar of suspicion. "There's a boy skulking around here..." To a sixty-year old war vet-turned merc, that probably could apply to any male in this sparsely populated room. "Get the sense he's waiting for someone but see, this here's /my/ waitin spot. And he ain't one o'mine. Means either he's just a lad awkward by nature, er he's one o'yours and in he's one o'yours, then why don't you introduce me before we begin, eh?" Dinn bends at the waist, pulling the blade from his boot and using it for a nail pick. Gooey remnants of supper cling to what little nook there is under that nubby thumb nail, but he means to extract it, by golly!
"In the name of friendship." Shooting the pink lady a mirthless wink, he licks the miniscule food smear off the sportknife's tip. Not quite as charming as his Ongree henchman maybe, but who is??
[Sapphira Yavok]
A single well-manicured brow arches high at Cado's words. "Says you," the Zeltron-Sapphira responds quietly. She'd reclined back in her seat, comfortable to wait and let things shake out as they might, until the mention of someone skulking about is brought up. Sapphira looks around, then looks back to the gracious host before her. "We've only got the one boy," she mentions, meaning Rhys. "So if he ain't our boy and he ain't your boy, stands to reason he's somebody else's boy." She can't contain that smirk from rising up again. "Unless you're gonna tell me you've /never/ pissed off anyone in your life," she adds with a teasing tone. She looks back to Rhys and Celes, nodding to them with an air of in-charge-ness. "See if this boy of his can't be convinced to take a walk. I prefer /men/ anyway." With those almost dismissive words, Sapphira looks to the pouch, then to Lurk, then to Cado. "So. Friends, then?" It's her way of asking if the contents of the pouch please him.
[Celes Krill]
"Roight after Hosnian Prime." Celes doesn't even balk answering the question or move her hands from behind her gunbelt. She's here to look like she'll shoot people and there's no reason to stop looking like she knows where her gun is. She doesn't explain why, because he didn't ask, but does glance around at the room with a raised brow and a hand slipping towards the grip of her blaster in the same motion. "Merek." She murmurs over her shoulder at her boss, "He's with the Resistance..." Now looking firmly at the package they're here to bring in, "You jerkin' us aroun'? Oi dont loike bein jerked around..." Deliberately moving towards Sapphira the Zeltron, "We're done here. He's tryin to entrap us.." Glaring at Cado.
[Rhysio Ando]
Settling into the turned around chair, the blond totally-not-intergalactic-holostar-Rhysio-Ando flashes his seductive smirk towards Lurk, "Sauntering." He then looks towards Cade and then reaches out, picking up the bag and lifting a finger towards Lurk, "Not so fast, mate. I thought we were gambling." He lifts the bag to present it, "I'll have you know that this is my gambling stash." He reaches up with his other hand to undo the draw string and then look in the bag.
He pauses for a moment and then says, "Wait, no. This is my drug stash." He shrugs, pulling the draw string tight against and tossing it towards Lurk, "Kark it. Get torched on me, mate."
[Nova Korell]
Yeah... this doesn't look good. Someone's already getting suspicious looks. Nova sets her empty glass down on the R4 droid's tray, speaking a hasty farewell, and slips off in the direction of the hole's Ladies' Room... a good excuse to change positions without drawing too much attention. The position she takes up is just inside the dark entryway to the corridor leading to the refreshers, out of sight but keeping a decent view of the table. She might be noticed if the malfunctioning glowpanel in the ceiling flickers on at the wrong time, but otherwise she's inconspicuous.
[Merek]
Merek blinks a bit when whatever he was doing to keep cover means little with Celes telling them about him. He then twirls his pistol from a holster while he takes a shot at Celes that hits above the shoulder then into a wall. He then moves to the crowds to try and escape from the others also. That should give some credibility to the agent while he makes his way about.
[Angouri Dros]
Lurk K'nibbls launches forward at Cado's behest like someone jabbed a hot poker to his slimy backside, but Rhysio beats him to the punch. He would be angered were it not so endearing. At least when the bag is thrown, he manages to pluck it from the air with two of his three massive, suction-tipped fingers. He passes it towards Cado with a flourish and another wink at Rhysio, despite the temptation to get torched on this stranger's coin. A small line of slime hangs between his upper and lower lids as he winks. It's really gross. "If the boy ith unclaimed, maybe it ith time Lurk hath hith turn." Non-existant eyebrows would give an upside-down waggle, but instead one single eye-stalk remains unnervingly pointed at their new "friends", defectors and their like, while the other swivels to scan the room for the problematic 'boy' that seems to have gained so much unwanted attention. Boss looks suspicious, and Cado's instincts are never wrong! Not to mention, he's the one signing Lurk's paychecks. Lurk needs his paychecks; he would love to move out of his grandmother's basement. And buy a kriffload of spice.
OH SHOTS FIRED! Lurk throws himself under the table with a high-pitched, squelching yelp of fear, long, fat fingers scrambling at his belt for his own blaster. "What do you want me to do, both?!" Nova is still completely under his radar.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Resistance...
What were just moderately bulging veins snaking across Cado's temples are now suped up grotesquely bulging veins. Suffice to say he doesn't like being jerked around, either, but he'd expect nothing less from that frosty, traitorous bitch "Greystorm!" he barks an ill-tempered laugh. "Has she missed me so?" In one abrupt motion he stands from his chair, meaty knuckles gripped under the table's edge to flip it as he rises. Druggy dust goes flying. Instant cover for he, Zelly Zeltron, lurking Lurk, powder boy, and....Lil miss defect. Only because she /might/ be playing for the right team on account of that near miss. Rrgh.
"You may have your turn now, Lurk, if you can lurkate yer stones from that flappy slimeball you call an arsehole!" It's best not to ponder why it is Cado's familiar with that visual. The suped up heavy pistol whips free of its holster and props up on the overturned table's edge while he squints after the retreating form of Merek.
[Sapphira Yavok]
As shots begin to ring out and blasters are pulled, Zeltron-Sapphira throws up her hands as if to cover her head and dives under the table. She lets out a string of curses. "Greystorm? The Res? Ugh!" Sapphira groans out loud in disgust. She turns, looking this way and that. Then she looks back to Cado. "You want your money, and I want the goods I came for. Let's make our exchange and go our seperate ways, yeah?" She encourages, jerking her head off to the side to encourage Cado to follow her. And he will follow her. Right to where Nova is waiting.
[Celes Krill]
Celes' head snaps to the side when the shots ring out and she instinctively yanks her blaster out of the holster running along the front of her gunbelt. She drops a shoulder behind the cover of the flipped table and trails her barrel after the running Merek trying to make for the exit, descreetly thumbing over the stun setting before letting loose with a shot. She immediately retoggles the setting to kill incase anyone is checking weapons settings. "Aye, its toime to get somewhere with better cover. Oi doubt he came on his own..." Sapphira starts leading the way towards the refreshers and Celes grabs hold of one of the tables legs to roll the cover along with them to give them constant cover.
[Rhysio Ando]
As the shots ring out from another part of the bar, Rhysio Ando flips up off his turned around chair, already skinning the non-Resistance EL-718 he keeps on his leg. He brings it up to bare, firing wild and high into the bar as he begins to back away. Given the table is moving the other way, he calls over to Celes and the others, "Go! I'll cover us!"
[Nova Korell]
Shots fired! Frell... that's probably blown the mission. Nova curses softly and fades back deeper into the dark corridor.
Or has it? It looks like someone's coming this way, and with company! And part of the company looks to be Cado Din, the target! They might pulls this off after all!
Nova makes herself part of the scenery, hastily positioning herself by the door to the women's refresher as if she was just coming out. She even unfastens her pants halfway, as if she came out in a hurry, and stays low, like just another fearful patron. Of course, being low like that lets her hide her blaster between her knees, waiting for the opportune moment...
The moment comes when Cado follows Sapphira The Zeltron into the corridor. Nova counts a slow three and opens fire at point blank range, a blue stunbolt lancing into the traitor's back!
[Merek]
Merek makes his way through the crowds, by now likely on their way from the place. He then takes a moment to try and find a table he can also use for cover while he takes a shot at K'nibbls with his pistol, that hits on the table they use as well.
[Angouri Dros]
"Blathted Rethithtanthe!" Wow. Lurk has a lot of trouble with that last one. From behind the table, the ongree pokes his head up and fires off a volley of shots at the retreating Merek, punctuating the blaster bolts with a battle cry of: "I know eth/actly/ where my thtones are, an' they are pulthating with the heat of battle and bloothlutht!" He then bugles out a sloppy, horrid battle-screech. "Cllululululu!"
The ugly alien crawls along with the table as it rolls, happy that they were lucky enough to make friends willing to help Lurk and his boss escape like this. Rhysio, in particular, gets a horrifying attempt at a 'blown kiss' and a whisper of "my hero" as the slimy Lurk crawls backwards - which means he completely misses when someone attacks his sweet, precious boss from behind! "Wha-?!" He gurgles in confusion, spinning around to see where this attack came from. "Lurk ith confuthed!" Lurk announces, panicked.
[Merek]
Merek makes his way through the crowds as he takes a shot to his leg which shifts away the skin upon the cybernetics, by now likely on their way from the place. He then takes a moment to try and find a table he can also use for cover while he takes a shot at K'nibbls with his pistol, that hits on the table they use as well.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
Dinn's no stranger to caustic chemicals, haunting the lower levels of Nar and whatnot. It's possible he's exhaled a slow, thin stream most of the way across the floor and whatever bits DO absorb into his manic looking eyes don't seem to faze him. "Well, little lady, what I got to sell depends 'pon what you wanna buy. There's plenty in this head what the Order'd be happy to hear. Y'want secrets, y'got this gal here what could tell you a'plenty, if hasn't already," he eyes Celes hard over his shoulder. "But I reckon, the best deal is a packaged deal. I /could/ sell ya a way to the whole Greystorm clan. What's left of it, anyway. You take her brood, you'll get the matriarch comin' to /you/. Easy pickings. And one o'those little cubs, he's worth a bundle, if'n you believe the bounty boards. He ain't normal if you catch my drift..."
Meanwhile the cook's orders from above are piling up high now that his many arms have ceased prepping, in favor of cowering behind the fryers. Or IS he? Seconds later, two of the arms pop back up, armed with a slapped together rifle thing that looks like it was assembled in a junkyard. "KERK BOTCHKA AH NUUS!" they cry and just start firing haphazardly in the general viscinity of 'that way'. It's lookin like a good day to quit for this guy, maybe take back his old job in the bazaar.
And it's lookin like a bad day to be Cado. He grunts, struck from behind by an invisible force that radiates heat and numbness and BETRAYAL!!!! The grizzled old soldier wheels around, firing right back at the hidden hussy crouching there. Now, he can't be so slow as to find this purely coincidental that the gal was waiting in this precise place at the precise moment his new friends escorted him back here. Broken teeth bare with a roar and he shoves back from the table to side trot-hobble into the OTHER powder room. A few screams, a few rapports of blasterfire...he's just trying to be thorough. Anyone and everyone is now a plant, far as he's concerned. Cept Lurk. Lurk's a good boy.
[Celes Krill]
The jig is up! The Banditry is afoot! The treatery revealed!
When Nova slinks up and puts a blaster bolt right between Cado's shoulders, just as he was giving them exactly the kind of confirmation they were waiting for, Celes springs her attack. Her blaster held tight up against her chest in bent arms, she turns sharply and snaps her foot straight in at the inside curve of his left leg, following through with a jerk of her shoulder to swing his arm open wide so that the blaster held up can fire center mass. All very clinical. She's not even mad at the guy, honestly, it kind of sucks to be him right now.
[Rhysio Ando] As the blaster fire begins ringing out, and he starts hearing them trading rounds in the back, Rhysio looks over his shoulder, "Are we cleaning up already?" He blinks, waiting for an answer, but when none comes, he simply raises his hand in a wide-armed shrug, "I guess so."
He looks over towards Lurk, a seductive smirk returning to his lips, "Sorry, lover. It just wasn't meant to be." He brings the EL-718 to bear on the henchman, fanning the trigger to release three blaster bolts towards Lurk. He then pulls the blaster back into a two-handed grip near his chest. Rhysio Ando, Agent Axon, is already turning towards the rear of the building, on the hunt for anything standing that shouldn't be.
[Nova Korell]
This is turning into the most confusing firefight Nova's ever been in. Merek's shooting at the gurgly thing, Celes and herself are shooting at Cado, the gurgly thing is shooting at Merek, Cado is shooting at her, and that cook is shooting at EVERYONE! Is anyplace in this bar safe right now? On top of that, her half-fastened pants are trying to come down, and her hands are full of blaster. Better work fast.
Cursing softly at the shot that didn't do the trick, Nova shoves her way into the other refresher room behind him, ducking again as she hears more shots, both from Cado and Merek. She ducks low, kicking herself into cover behind the side of a refresher stall. No other way out. Cado's got to come this way sooner or later!
It's sooner! As the paranoid man finds that all the stalls are taken, Nova stands and pivots out from cover, blaster braced in both hands, firing as soon as she draws a bead! The first two shot find a new home in Cado's body, the last harmlessly striking the wall as the man starts to topple to the floor.
She glances back into the corridor. "He's down!" she calls, to let the others know it's safe for the moment. Just in case, though, she covers him with her blaster.
[Merek]
Merek takes a clean hit to his cybernetics while he's shooting at K'nibbls, then the others are taken to the floor in the firefight that also ensues. He lifts up his pistol to take two stun shots at the cook so that he will not manage to shoot any of the team also. He then makes his way to where the others are as well, and looks then to Din, while he holsters his pistol.
[Angouri Dros]
The attacks now come from all sides! Lurk, uninhibited by the drugs thanks to a disturbingly high tolerance, launches himself towards Cado as the shots start to fly from their former compatriots. "Both! Look out!" He cries, making a squishy body shield for the Resistance's intended target. This works well, until he turns to Rhysio. "The lady by the wathroom!" He instructs the man, wide-eyed. "I'll thoot that way, beautiful perthon! We'll get out if we are working tog-"
And he is shot three times.
"Y-" Those giant, unnerving, bulbous eyes fill with tears as Lurk slowly crumples to the side, one hand still slightly suctioned to Cado's shoulder. "Th-thorry, both..." He gurgles out before going still on the floor. A small holodisc rolls from his pocket with a gentle clatter and activates, freeing the small, flickering blue image of an incredibly elderly ongree woman in a pink moomoo waving out in a fond, eternal greeting - now a loving goodbye.
[Ambrosia Greystorm]
There's a fourth civilian trying to hide under a sink, in that fresher. The other three are muchly dead, courtesy of Cado although the third took awhile to breathe their last, courtesy of his skewed shot, courtesy of Celes! It'd been a tough round for the old man, but he seemed to be holding his own, well enough to get back to his feet and twirl that knife in hand, making a half circle around the sketchy gal he KNEW he shouldn't have trusted. Cept that put his back right where Nova needs it. Again.
"Fff.." The words don't quite find their way to his lips when the last of muscles jolt and go slack, but the malice is burning brightly in those eyes. For a moment. Then he's spent. He's gonna need a couple new dental implants after that faceplant he's taken to the floor.
Meanwhile in the shady corrdior of this gambling den there is truer tragedy befalling a glorious soul. Histh pleath to hith both go unheard, unnoticed for the time that Dinn himself had left. Maybe someday in the near future the two shall be reaquainted in the aftervoid and Cado can invent a whole new slew of slurs and terrible things to berate his loyal lackey with. But until then, we bid thee adieu, Lurk.
While everyone stands around to take a breather from this quick escalation, there's a somewhat sour, sharp odor emanating from that C-healthgrade Kitchen (make it D+ after tonight!). Grease......Fire? Now might be a good time to get out of here. Stupid Rikki. Falling asleep at the fryer again. The rifle still dangles over the edge of the pass-through window, clutched in spasmy hand while the rest of him remains slumped down, out of sight.
Above, the sounds of this rat-trapping haven't breached the noise volume generated by tables of patrons arguing over old sports reruns. Should they choose to go out that way, they might not get a second glance. Helping a drunk old man to his taxi or backalley doom? Happens every day. OR...they can take their chances with one of the many dumpsters servicing this join, accessible via doors down here that lead to loading docks and catwalks galore. Beneath their feet? The dark abyss of undercity. The possibilities are endless.
[Celes Krill]
Celes comes up with Nova to train her pistol down on Cado once Nova calls the clear and then glances back in the direction of the bar where cooks may or may not be shooting. "Lets get him out of ere before someone takes a shot at em innit?" Since it's unlikely that the obvious threats are going to be taking shots at them, she slips her pistol into the forward facing holster and slides it back beneath her leather jacket which she zips up to hide the weapons beneath save bulky lumps on her sides. "Oi'll make sure nobodies face shows up on the camera footage." Said to Nova, clapping the soldier lightly on the bakc of the arm as she starts towards the bar, pulling the hood out from beneath her jacket to slip over her firey hair. Hands up and out, "Don't shoot! Oi was just takin' a shite!"
[Merek]
Merek looks over to where K'nibbls is at, then he moves to lean forward while he settles with him, and shifts his longcoat about his frame a bit. He then sets to work in trying his best to save the man and salvage him, but when it is clear that he's away, he instead stands up, reaching then with a gloved hand to pick up that holodisc, which he looks at for a moment.
The male doesn't look like he knows what to do with it, so he takes a moment to place that into the pocket of his attire, while he moves to where Din is, who he leans to as he takes restraints from his kit, then he takes the hands of the man which he bends behind his back, and places on him. He then stands up while he looks to the entry way, and also checks his bracer computer while he nods a bit as well.
[Nova Korell]
Breathing a little roughly, Nova glances up as Celes comes in. She's still standing over Cado, blaster braced in both hands, her half-fastened cargo pants sagging at her hips, showing her bright purple underpants. "Better cuff him, too," she agrees, and blinks as Celes claps her on the arm. "I'll bet he's dangerous in his sleep, too."
Merek beats her to it. She shrugs and tucks her blaster into its shoulder holster, pulling up and fastening her pants before she kneels, dragging Cado up with her as she rises. "Good job, everyone," she says quietly, dragging the unconscious man with her towards the door. "I think the boss'll be pleased."
She can't help a chuckle at Celes's excuse for all the noise.
