Log:Shadowport: King for a Day

King gets his stuff back.

OOC Date: August 24th, 2020
Location: Deadfire Mining Settlement, Nevarro
Participants: The Shadowport, King, Eriu Jynx, Sajin, Hopp Nooram, Kasia Ashkuri, Domino Graystorm, Netep Muri, Viktar, David Ironside

Nevarro. It's a hot, awful place most months of the year, but our heroes find themselves here during the rainy season. Ash has turned to mud, and the smell of sulfur fills the humid air.

Having arrived just outside of a small, abandoned mining settlement (lovingly referred to as 'Deadfire'), the group have holed up atop a ridge some few hundred yards away from the place. It's as run-down as run-down can be. The buildings are in a state of woeful disrepair, old, broken down mining equipment line the empty streets, and the mud. The mud. It's thick, sticky, and liable to pull your boots right off your feet if you step wrong.

King is knelt down, a monocular held to his eye. His bristly moustache twitches in annoyance. The monocular is lowered after a time and held in offer to anyone else who wants to get a lay of the land. "S'about what I figured," he begins, standing up and looping his thumbs through his gunbelt, it's bullet loops and holsters notably empty.

"Got a encrypted message a couple days ago sayin' my stuff was out here. Looks like I ain't liable to find anything but a trap, if we're being honest with each other," he says, looking back at the group. "Reckon the only way to find out is to go down there, though. Nothin' to it, but to do it, as it were." There's a pause and he smiles, looking to everybody that's gathered. "I do appreciate y'all's help in this, though. Genuinely, I do."

The Morellian plucks up his projectile rifle and slings it across his body, looking up for a moment to study the mean-looking dark clouds that have joined them on their excursion. It's not the best of all possible conditions, it must be said, and that makes King nervous. Still, he turns and begins making his way down the ridge towards the town.

"Nothin' to it, but to do it."'

"How much do you need that equipment? I mean...the galaxy is rife with people wanting to sell things," Eriu suggests not at all happy about this planet in any seasons as she rubs at her neck smears wet ash across her skin before she makes a face and hastily lifts the collar of her jacket up around her. Auburn hair usually free is braided like a coronet around her head - and boy is she glad of it.

She considers the ways in and even as the heads in to the 'trap' she sighs out and looks around. She spots a way in that will give her some cover and that is the route the intrepid Hapan takes. No need to go in waving and drawing attention but she's got the small shinies that are her weapons ready, tucked in various places beneath her jacket, in her jacket and on her person in general.

She keeps pace but makes certain she has cover and a good view so that she need not draw attention.'

Sajin didn't even know this guy. He was new, at least to the King of Drik, but Eriu was here and so were others he knew so that had to count for something. He wasn't paying attention to what the Morellian was saying, more so looking around through his Formfitter's HUD, his handsome face covered by its protective helmet. He had his bowcaster with him which he hefted up into a safe yet ready position. The Light sulferic breeze caught his dark leather cape which rested under the Mitrinomin Z-6 Jetpack he wore. A large Ryyk blade rested across his back, sheathed for now. Gauntlets wre covered by shock gloves. The armor and cape were mostly gray with a Yellow trim, the colors of house Verrni. He turned his head back, <<"Alright...">> He offers King before starting his way down the ridge, a glance to EJ as the joins them.

An old man in battered armor that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in about five years stands behind King, and reaches with a bony hand to take over the monocular, pulling it up to his eye over top a lit cig that slowly smolders down in between drafts. "Sounds like a trap, you- you- you gilded ponce. For an old man, you're pretty stupid, you know?" Hopp announces, puffing on the cig, letting the smoke drift up to mingle in his wild, wispy hair. Snapping the monocular down, he tosses it back to the Morellian. "You always did have more brains in your mustache than between your ears," the old coot rasps, his beady eyes glaring down from under wiry brows.

"Emotional attachment to your gear is a good way to get yourself dead early over nothing that can't be replaced, but- but- at the same time, if that was my kark down there I'd have marched my bony tuckus in all the same. And you're a little late to die early, alright. There's no justice in the galaxy." The cig is tapped off to the side, while he mutters something about "this ashtray of a planet" as he stilts along in King's wake. There's no stealth in those creaky old knees, he doesn't even try.

"This is like being back on Tatooine," Kasia remarks to no one in particular, mopping at her brow with a handkerchief that she pulled from the bag she carries. Mop. Mop. "So how many are we expecting? Any idea?" She's here because, honestly, she was asked and sometimes restlessness takes over and makes ill-advised choices, but she's here now to help, so she'll probably do that. Nothin' to it, but to do it. He says that, and she nods, ready to move along with the others.

Viktar stands near the group with his hands on his hips, observing the town below, while the steady rain continues to drench him more and more. He looks up to the clouds for a moment and shakes his head slightly, "Well, couldn't be a better day for this excursion..." he says as he holds his hand out, catching some of the rain in his palm. His wolfen fur is well matted down at this point as well. He chukles and then nods, "Well, let's get it done and get out of this ashy quagmire..." he says as he steps out of his foot holes to make sure he doesn't sink too deep. He follows along with the group, keeping a bit of safe distance so they aren't too bunched up. He reaches to his drop leg holster and pulls his pistol from it, ready, as the rest of the group is for whatever is defending King's stuff.

"More than you could ever know, EJ," King answers back to the woman, trudging on across the awful landscape. SCHLORP. SCHLORP. "Ain't exactly something you can pick up at the corner store, you know? S'part of my history," the Morellian explains.

King grunts back to Hopp, tucking his monocular into a pouch on the back of his belt. "Spice has rattled your brain, kid. You know as well as me that they're one of a kind," he says, reaching over to give Hopp a friendly pat on the shoulder. He's happy to see the young man.

As everyone, through their own avenues, approaches the mining town, the picture starts to clear up a bit. Music can be heard coming from the one building that's still got lights on. An old, adobe-looking place with an unlit neon sign out in front of it. Reads 'Jarla's Cantina'. However, the picture clearing up also reveals the presence of something far worse than a watering hole. Bodies. Dozens of them, in varying stages of decay, have been left seemingly where they fell. Stab wounds, burns, blaster holes, you name it; looks like the work of several people.

"Very well, then," Eriu does not sound overly pleased now that she's gotten a feel for the planet itself. She can hear the rapid approach of Muri behind her to join her on her wonderful careful approach. She glances back at the other woman and gives her a nod as her fingers are curling about the throwing starts tucked into her jacket. Fingertips brush over the edges and turns them slowly until each has found a good balance in her hand - THIS is what distracts her really. Readying herself for the inevitable.

Inevitability of getting into trouble. She is glad she can not see the dead people presently - or rather she will be when she sees them. She stays low, tucking herself out of sight as they get closer to the buildings and she waits, tilting her head to get a look.

Dead Bodies? Sajin knew dead bodies. Well, perhaps rotted dead bodies and skeletons were far more unnerving than still warm and fleshy. The King of Drik diverted his eyes, looking up to the roof where a flash caught his eye... or the enemy tracking in helmet's HUD picked it up as possible gun fire. <<"Huh...">> He didn't raise his rifle from it's safe position pointed at the ground. Instead he watched carefully as he moved. <<"Three snipers on the roof... they don't seem to really be reacting to us.">> So he wasn't about to blow them away... yet.

"Still got the brains of mustachioed womprat, I see," Hopp mutters darkly, his face crinkled into a thousand wrinkles that radiate out from the glare of his eyes. Old, mean eyes, that don't see very well. "What are those, bodies? Good, somebody did your work for you, you- you- snipers?" He blinks, squinting harder at the rooftops Sajin mentioned. A glance trails over the monocular riding on King's belt, then. "You beautiful dolt. I know you've never needed to use any part of your head deeper than the skin stretched over the front, so- so I won't be too hard on you, alright, but- but- but any kind of sniper set up over a town full of corpses is only /not/ reacting to us because one of the spotters is calling our range." He takes a drag of his cig, wafting smoke upwards like a signal fire. "But in another sense, there's not much we can do about it at this point. I- you know, we could be the first morons to walk into this town that they /don't/ want to kill." The dry tone suggests he's being sarcastic.

Kasia creeps nearer to the town, having mastered the art -- today -- of not alerting everyone around that they're there due to the rattling of bracelets. She left the bracelets at home today. The creeping comes to a pause behind a building, leaning out to take a peek at what she can see. What she sees are bodies, the sight making her crinkle her nose with disgust. "This is going to smell great."

Domino picks herself up and makes a face, tugging off mud encrusted gloves and wiping down her gear especially the serial cables she so foolishly wears bandolier style. This done he wipes off her gloves with yet another cloth from her haversack, leaving the soiled ones behind. Finally, sorted, she carefully hurries to catch up to the others. As Sajin announces snipers on the roof her hand reaches for her pistol, mostly because she didn't bring her rifle with her so the pistol will have to do.

Muri squints through a thin veil of tears, eyes unappreciative of the sulphuric tang this place has to offer. Both sets of lids blink rapidly to clear her vision lest she miss a step and ruin this good rhythm she and Eriu have managed to sync. When the buildings are within a good stone's throw away, she ducks down and squats in the mud to let her ears and eyes catch up. Assess.

"I don't like the smell," Netep confides in a whisper out the side of her mouth to EJ and spits the taste accruing in mouth off to the side. "I mean, mud and sulphur aside there's....death."

A slow nod indicates some shape on the ground up ahead. From afar, looked like a toppled tree, but /here/? Up close now it's more obvious. A vested torso is arched up out of the slop and a withered leg twists at an unnatural angle from it. Muri's mouth sets into a grim line. She can't hear the talk about snipers from this distance, but she can guess that whoever that is laying there isn't just napping away the crummy weather.

Viktar sniffs the wet air with his canid nose, the smell of the bodies kept down a bit by the ongoing rain, but now it is readily apparent to his keen olfactory sense. He nods in acknowledgement to Domino, saying "The smell of death..." he says as the piles of bodies come into view. "We should be careful..." he says in hushed tone. He looks to the bodies, curious as to their current state, and how long it has been since they met their unfortunate demise. He continues behind King and the less stealthy group, still slogging through the ashy mud, his weapon at the low ready, should the snipers take notice of the group and decide that they want to add to their collection of rotting piles of bodies...

Bodies. Out here, and up there clearly already spotting the group. <"I don't see any spotters."> he comments simply. <"Must've hidden themselves elsewhere, close in anyone unlucky enough to wade out here."> he notes, glancing around at the bodies, then up at the snipers. <"I like their routine though, just carrying on as if we're not here. Walking us up to their doorstep to get us in range."> He shrugs and humors them.

Thunder rumbles relentlessly through the heavy clouds above as the heroes draw closer and closer to the Jarla's. It's so rough that the Shistavanen's probably gonna start barking and running around in circles before too long.

"Listen here, you yellow son of a gun, /I'm/ the one that got him. Right between the shoulders. Just cause you traipsed up and finished him off don't mean you get the kill," complains a voice from inside the bar.

"Yeah, well, I reckons we's gone leave that up to paw, ain't we?" replies another.

The snipers that Sajin noted shift as the gang nears the cantina, but as Sajin said, they aren't taking any action just yet. Aside from one who lifts a comlink to his mouth.

"Shut up, shut up! They're here," one says fluctuating between shouting and whispering.

"King, King, King," begins a voice accompanied by heavy bootfalls. "S'been a long time, King."

The door of the cantina, jammed in an eternally open position, is soon darkened by the form of a man, a little older than Hopp. He's a well put-together looking man, straight-backed and seemingly healthy, but years and years of trouble have carved themselves into his face. And lost him a good bit of hair. "Zarbo Djuricz. How's your brother?" asks King, frowning.

"You know damn well how he is, you no-account! You killed him!" Zarbo calls out, tensing up and nearly flying into a rage. "I'll kill you, too, you don't tell me why I'm out here," King replies.

"They'll be time enough for that 'fore I hang you, you rotten dog," Zarbo threatens, sniffing sharply and spitting into the mud. "Kill the others. Bring King to /me/," he orders.

Blasters start priming.

Tucked at the corner of the Cantina, Muri's comment brings a smile to her lips. "Makes you wonder out of all the places in the galaxy why people would stay here? Or come back." Its sounds like she's not planning two but as the voice greets King, her brow rises. "I suppose we act now or forever remain hidden."

She peers up and out, noting the snipers after a second and then twists somewhat out of cover. The flash of a star slams into the roof not far from one of the snipers but the next is embeds itself in his armor at his upper torso before the Hapan with her braided coronet of hair tries to slip back into cover. "WELP. I sure showed them!" She is already pulled a few more sharp pointy things free as she gauges the next move.

<<"I don't even kn-">> Sajin starts when Zarbo starts saying King over and over again... though it doesn't take long for the dullard to realize it's not /him/ he's talking to. <<"Oh... sorry.">> he glances towards Hopp, not sure what to make of the crazy old man's words, he'd been called worse things. <<"I know what sharpshooters are for...">> They were for getting shot at. He raised his bocaster and fired. The super charged Quarrel slams into a shap shoot, ripping one half of his body off the other and sending the upper half flying off the building while the lower half simply falls over and smoke from the violent wound. He spares a glance back towards Hopp, silent.

Falling silent as the harsh words are exchanged, Hopp simply glares at the man in the door, his cig spat out onto the ground and another lit with a homemade lighter that shoots a blue flame about six inches high from its miniature turbine. By the time he's finished, things are just starting to go sideways.

Tucking the lighter away, a bony hand tugs the pistol on his thigh free as Sajin's bowcaster blows a piece of masonry and a man about in two pieces. A sidelong glance runs towards the Hapan, one wiry eyebrow creeping upward. "Guess that explains it," he observes coolly, standing in the open, smoking his cig without a care in the world. He swaggers forward, all long legs and rail-thin arms, heading towards the open door to Jarla's with his pistol held at his hip.

"Hey," now that they've been found out, Kasia turns to look over at King. "How do you want us to handle this?" she asks. "You want that guy you've got a history with to live, or..." She has her hand on the weapon on her hip, but she hasn't pulled to start firing yet. This isn't her circus, so she wants to make sure she shoots the right people. She squints over at Zarbo, trying to get a measure of the man and just how much of a threat he is.

Domino lifts her pistol and scans the foes along the roofs. Sajin takes care of one of them she scans along seeking for another. The motion calm and unhurried as if somehow she were out of range of snipers even though she most certainly well within their range. Finding another sniper she fires two quick shots and continues to stride forward even if others infront of her have stopped, seeking to close the distance since it seems as if her puny pistol isn't up to the task.

Viktar , with far less swagger, finds the nearest cover that he can and ducks behind it. He huddles for a second as the first barrage of blaster bolts goes through, then pops up, exposing a minimal amount of himself to draw a bead with his pistol. He squeezes the trigger and a bright red blaster bolt zips past one of the snipers, missing him by a decent distance, as Viktar ducks once more, muttering to himself. "Frack, I"ve gotten too rusty with the pistol..."

"Nice hit!" Muri thumbsup at EJ just a couple seconds before a grisly upperhalf meatily thwacks in the mud near enough to send some splatter their way. Muri buries her face in her sleeve, stifling the urge to gag while simultaneously leaving this immediate area. She slinks around to the rear of the cantina, hugging the wall, until she arrives at the back door.

<<Rear entrance located. Attempting to....force....entry..er. Mmm>>

Netep tinkers with the control panel for the door, but every attempt at B&E ends with sparks and/or angry beeps. She's having a time.

David slips into position with Viktar, finding the sniper nest with his helmet systems and locking it in. <"Up there."> he tells Viktar. With that, the two open fire, Viktar's blast going wide, but not so the bolt from David's wrist. Clearly all is well in that department, though the distance does take some of the oomph out of it, clearly. <"You good, anything hit you?"> he asks, when they're back in cover, David's back against it.

"Well, get out there and get 'im!" shouts Zarbo, attempting to bolt his way inside. He hadn't expected his snipers to be spotted, and now his brilliant plan is all falling apart. King looks across to Kasia and says, "I just want my guns back." Then he's marching on after Hopp, pausing for a moment as he reaches the top of the steps. His rifle is raises, a breath is taken and then slowly released, and the trigger is squeezed. The gentleman that David and Eriu both softened up lolls his head back and slumps to the ground.

The inside of the saloon is just as grimy and awful as the outside. Mud-streaked floors, more dead bodies (even a few set up to look like they're playing sabacc), and...a fully-stocked bar. To the right of the bar is a staircase that Zarbo is quickly disappearing up.

Aside from all of that, though, there are also plenty of mean-looking gentlemen with blaster pistols. And they seem to be hell-bent on using them.

As the sniper takes his shot and misses, the other two expired, EJ hugs the wall of the building and watches as Hopp and King enter. The Hapan is not a straight forward rush the closest point of contact kind. She considers her move and after she hears the round of shots she moves, quickly with a faint spring for the entrance and it will take a moment for her eyes to adjust but two stars wing out as she clears the familiar figures of her 'allies'. The first slams into an unexpecting Ruffian's backend where it sticks fast and she slides for cover. Its a bar, there has to be tables ands he is going to take advantage as much as she can.

There may be faint cheering over in that section of the bar. She has a count going.

Sajin give nothing more than a gunt before firing on the last Sniper and putting him out of the fight. It wasn't as horrendously bloody as the last shot, but it was still spectularly devestating. The King of Drik didn't stick around to fawn over his handy work. Instead, he turned and started towards the Bar. He dropped his Bowcaster, letting it hang in the quick responce strap on his chect place. Clutching his fist, the shock gloves the crackled to life. His booted feet thuded along as he moved towards the Cantina, shaking the ground as servos winned and pullies pulled.

Stepping in through the door, Hopp's narrowed eyes adjust to the dimmer indoor lighting more slowly than he'd strictly prefer, but it doesn't take him too long to identify the shapes inside as roughly humanoid. The dead bodies likely fool him or close enough as he skims his eye over, but the bar itself pulls his attention. Movement catches his eye, and without much thought, he swings his weapon in that general direction and pulls the trigger sharply, once, twice.

Plasma streaks across the bar, blaster bolts smashing into the walls and a bottle, blowing tiny bits of vaporized stonework, glass, and alcohol into the air. He squints, bringing the pistol up higher to actually use the sights, but he's still just standing there in the middle of the room, blasting away.

Rather than follow the others to the front, Kasia leans back and spies Muri and her roadblock. "Hey," she almost jogs over. It's not quite a full jog, it's a lively walk. "Stand back, let me try something," she warns Muri, motioning the woman away from the door she's trying to slice into. She'll wait a few moments for the other woman to retreat, then holds out a hand and focuses hard on the door. There's a look of concentration, and for a moment nothing is happening. Then the door starts to rattle like someone on the other side of it is trying to open it, but rather than swing open, eventually the thing just pops right out of the framing all together, taking some of the frame with it as it goes flying by and hits the ground. She lets out a breath and then smiles at Muri. "After you."

Domino turns her head and guages what her companions are up to. She skitters to one side seeking shelter now it's become clear she's exposed. Slinking around the side of the building she finds Muri and the angry beeping panel <<"Muri! Stop that, you're gonna cause it to lock! Lemme at it.">> She tugs out her datapad from her haversack and plugs one end of the jumper to it and uses a screwdriver to pop the bezzel off and connect the wires from the jumper here and there on the device and goes about tappity-tapping on the screen. There's a siiigh as she's ordered away from it and she abandons the cable entirely and shoves her datapad away again and fishes out her pistol, stepping away from the door.

"I neeed....AH sonvanerfstrokin ba--Oh hey, Kasia. Peaches" Muri sticks a sore few fingers in her mouth - mud, what mud - and takes a long step back for the glamorous ladies to give the door a stern talking to and crack its code.

Or that. There's also that.

Her dirty, still sore finger are pulled from her mouth with a lil *POP* of surprise and she gives Kasia a lengthy, stupefied stare sideways. Was her tabac so tainted that she's just hallucinated /that/? It's the only explanation. "Thanks," she chirps many seconds later, attempting to recover her senses with a smile. "Trash before beauty, hey?" And she goes in, pistol leading the way. Of the two overly eager (panicked) shots aiming at the first stranger-looking scoundrel, one strikes home!

Viktar nods to David as the two remain undercover, "I'm good...just rusty with the pistol...that's my excuse at least." he looks to David with a wry grin, and then pops out of cover briefly to take another shot. A bright red blaster bolt zips from his blaster towards one of the bar ruffians that are exposed, he misses even wider this time, and quickly ducks behind the boxes for cover once again. "Frack...missed again!" he grumbles to himself, his frustration mounting at his lack of competency. He then looks to bound forward to a nearer position as others from the group fire on the remaining ruffians.

When all the snipers go down, David switches focus to the cantina. <"It's.. not abandoned."> he decides, pointing his wrist-arm to the door as he approaches. When Viktar misses with his shot, David follows suit. <"Maybe we gotta aim slightly to their sides."> he comments dryly. <"Then we're bound to hit something. What was that noise, did the other team kick the door down?">

As the ruffians opened fire on Hopp and King, the latter dove for cover, managing to slip out of the way of most of their shots, but catching a bolt to the side. Still, he latched onto the side of the table he landed next to and pulled it over, providing himself a little bit more protection than the none he had prior. A hand presses to the sizzling skin and the man grunts, but his fancy little aftermarket nanomachines are doing their work. He'll survive. As long as he doesn't get shot in the head.

Sitting up, King readies his rifle, aiming at the door atop the stairs. His baby blues peer through the Liz-installed super scope atop the thing and he fires a round right below the door handle. Nothing spectacular happens, but the door is now unlocked, and King slips out of cover to begin a limp-run up towards it. Tucking his rifle under his armpit, he flings the door open and steps inside. Unfortunately for him, Zarbo's not the only one in there. A big, young man who looks strikingly like Zarbo is standing just inside, and he hefts King up by the collar, pinning him against the wall. In the corner of the room, though; there's a chest. Old and rugged-looking, but there's not hiding what's withing. "They're up here! Oof!" King catches a punch to the ribs.

Ruffians! The lot of them and that is an understatement. As the back door is ripped free she uses that moment to rises upwards. Up pops the Hapan and EJ smiles slightly hearing the scuffle after the big boom from King. Stars sail through the air with a flick of her wrist outwards. As one slams into his leg, going a little lower than she like it still finds more flesh than the second, digging in deep as the other bites through armor.

She works herself around the table and is heading for the stairs, taking two at a time as she tries to get up them to see what the heck is going on. Creak. Creak go the first few steps.

Sajin barges into the room like some sort of giant space bear raring to claw his way to the fish that's been extra lean this year. He belines it towards the one EJ stuck with her knives, his crackling glove striking out in a massive haymaker. Shocking tendrils of plasma rip out and across the fellas body. Though, either his drop, Sajin's general clumbsyness in that armor, or the Ruffian ducking intentionally causes his second swing to miss.

With Sajin and Eriu distracting the poor fool, Hopp steps unsteadily forward and, at point-blank range, shoots him in the chest. He's so wound up he just keeps shooting, nearly hitting one of his compatriots in the process. Blinking, he turns the gun on the next ruffian, ready to keep right on shooting.

Kasia follows Muri into the cantina now, watching as she shoots a man in the back. Because that isn't enough punishment, she holds out a hand and sends him flying across the bar, where he connects with a wall. It's not enough to kill him, but the impact was hard enough that it had to hurt, and the fall to the floor can't feel all that great either. King shouts that something is up there, and she twists around from her spot to look up, then turns to start making a dash in that direction.

Domino steps infront of Muri sweeping out an arm and directing Muri <<"Stay behind me, woman.">> her pistol comes up and she just strides forward firing. Her pistol sweeps a bit as she tries to get the layout of the building. She turns then and trots after Kasia leaving tracks of mud on the floor in her wake.

"You sure you want that!?" Muri hollers while flinching aside and half stumbling over a chair. It's a bit of clumsy that saves her life, as it turns out! Her return fire strikes nowhere near her intended target, but adds to the carbon scoring on the walls, floor...

"Whatever you've lost here, I hope like HELL is as priceless as you say it is!!!!" She yells at the top of her lungs to their new friend who has led them here. While others file up the stairs in hot pursuit, she stays down below to 'assist'. If her shooting game's off tonight, at least she can be a distracting target!

Viktar takes a blaster bolt from one of the bar ruffians right in the shoulder. He snarls loudly and winces, ducking under cover. He remains behind the cover he's found, putting his blaster out, without looking and squeezing off a few errant shots, "Frackin' bar ruffians!" he growls, most of his blaster bolts impact on the side of the structure, doing no damage, but making him feel better that he at least got to shoot back, after they tagged him well.

Did Kasia just do that? David is momentarily stunned, but compartmentalizes the thing for later. They're clearly giving out telekinesis injections somewhere, and the pilot is going to get answers. But first, shootings have to take place. Raising his wrist, David looks down his arm to find a target. When he does, David takes one down, at least for the moment, because blasters aren't something you just shrug off no matter who you are, and the pilot quickly goes back into cover before either of the other ones can find the time to shoot him.

King is busy being pinned to a wall by the spitting image of one of his old rivals, so he's not exactly in the position to be hollering back to Netep.

Downstairs, things are quickly beginning to look sour for Zarbo's Plainsmen. While they're not exactly dropping like flies, they aren't having the easiest time taking out the Morellian or any of his associates. Also, one of them just flew across the room unprompted and that's taking its toll on the ranks, without a doubt.

Slipping his hands down from where they've been struggling with Ham's meaty forearms, they tuck into pouches on either side of his gunbelt and reappear with a shiny, metallic band across them. One hand lashes out quick against his opponent's chest, likely shattering something important. The other catches Ham in the jaw, and he releases King to slump down against the wall, hands grabbing at his own throat as he tries to catch his breath.

Eriu is on that first step when she is struck full on her left arm. She cries out in surprise and pain, jacket smoking as she whirls about and leans into the wall as those starts fanned out in her hand are given a toss at the same time as she bends her left arm and hisses through her teeth. The first clatters against the wall but the second slams into his right leg to embed more than half way. "SHOOT ME?! You shot me!" She declares loud enough to fill the room as she watches the man bleed with some morose delight.

Growing at him she is pulling out more stars, her stock running a little low.

Sajin stares at Kasia a moment as she uses her command over the force. Had he seen her do that before? HE can't remember... regardless, it wasn't going to be easy getting used to. A blaster shot sparks against against his helmet, causing a light singing beneath. <<"STANG, KRIFFIN'!">> It draws it attention back to the fight, his crackling fists of electricity smashing into a ruffian and burning him from the inside out... and mashing him into a bloody pulp too.

It had to happen eventually; Hopp is a thin man, but he's tall and makes an easy target the way he's just walking around in the open like he owns the place and is made of beskar. A blaster bolt smacks him square in the left buttock, drawing a manful yelp and causing him to spit out his cig in surprise.

"That's gonna play hell with my hemorrhoids," the old fart growls, half bent-over. A vengeful gleam sweeps through his beady eyes as the pistol in his hand lifts to fire, and furiously clicks twice in the ruffians' direction. "...I changed those powercells last week!" he hisses in vehement disbelief. The spent cell drops to the floor and long, groping fingers shove another home.

Kasia charges up the stairs with Domino hot on her heels, letting the others handle the fighting for the moment. The reason that they're here is in the chest, and she goes straight for it. Kneeling down she quickly inspects the front of it, tries to open it, but no good. "Domino," twisting around she looks back at the woman. "This thing is locked, do you think you can get into it?" She straightens and steps back to give the woman room to work, taking a step to provide a protective human barrier while she does it.

Domino shoves her pistol into it's holster and kneels. A velcro-closed pocket is tugged out, a leather wallet is fished out and it's flipped open. A couple of tools, one looks like a hook and one looks like a small screwdriver and she finesses the latch open with a soft 'click' and pushes it open before tucking tools away, <<"...I vote we let the guy over there finish with him before we kill them.">> She stands up and steps back revealing Sitting inside, atop a wide-brimmed hat and a leather duster are a pair of chromium-plated slugthrowers. <<"Gotta be kriffin kidding me. All this trouble for this.">> Says the woman who has relentlessly harrassed Kasia over a pair of shoes.

Hopp suffers from a problem Muri encountered herself last night - an infuriatingly empty clip. She knows his pain! Well. Maybe not /all/ of it.

An audible 'ugh' of disgust comes from the currently /blue/ disaster named Netep. Her past 48 hours has been full of horrible visuals though, so what's one more? The last couple armed and dangerous pests left standing are proving their worth tonight! Or Muri DID smoke some tainted tabac en route and she is just that uncoordinated. One of hers whizzes by over Sajin's head (whoopsies) and one out the front door! No harm done...

A hop, skip, and jump and she's clambering up over the bar. It was meant to be just a hop with a running start, all smooth and whathaveyou, but she isn't gifted in the height department, or athletics, and yeah she might be a little high. Her boot toes scrabble for purchase on the bar's face as she pulls herself with one arm across the top, slithering with about as much grace as an arthritic snake who overwintered in the freezer.

Many bottles of booze are harmed in this maneuver.

Viktar leans his back agains the boxes he's found for cover, clutching his shoulder where the blaster bolt impacted and singed him badly. He snarls, "Alright, I've had about enough of these bar fly ruffian chuckleheads." He finds the strength to get back to his feet and then aims his pistol towards the remaining members and squeezes off a shot. "Eat blaster bolts you bastards!" he growls as another red blaster bolt zips towards them. What luck! The blaster bolt actually catches one of the bar ruffians. Vikar stands there stunned that ACTUALLY got a hit, his eyes go wide and he looks at the pistol, in almost disbelief. A second laer, he realizes that he needs to cover again, and ducks his head back behind the boxes, wincing once again from the movement of his injured shoulder.

David just starts blasting. There's two left, and the booze is out of harm's way. From a certain point of view. If anyone asks, the pilot will claim this is suppressive fire, and to really sell that obvious untruth, he moves to a different cover. Closer to the upstairs, because he likes knowing what's going on around him more than killing people. <"How are we doing, gang, did we get what we're all getting paid to get?"> he asks over comms, assuming everyone got mic'd up prior to the fight breaking out.

With King's hands still around his own neck, Ham's swift kick to his ribs goes unblocked. The Morellian 'OOF's once more and falls over onto his side, the wind knocked out of him for sure, now.

Zarbo is watching all of this play out with a wide grin. His son is taking his brother's murderer to the cleaners and- he starts quickly as two strange women enter his office and rush over to the chest, the old gang-leader backing up against the wall. Ham, surprised by his father's scream turns to investigate, leaving King an opportunity.

Down below, shots are becoming fewer and father between as the Plainsmen continue to fall. They'd rallied, but not soon enough, it would seem. One of them, still completely unharmed counts his blessing behind the bar and pops up, blaster in hand ready to mow down these yellow-bellied strangers.

King, securing his chance, drives a punch into the side of Ham's knee. The young outlaw howls in pain and falls down onto his stomach before King leaps onto his back, wrapping his arm around the man's neck. King's face is strained and red as he wrestles with the flailing opponent, both of their boots kicking around wildly as they struggle. The struggle doesn't last for very long, though as King throws his weight around and twists his arm, Ham's neck snapping with a crack that rings through the small room.

Zarbo's face is full of emotion, but no words or sounds escape his mouth. Instead, his hands begin to frantically pat at his desk, trying to get a drawer open.

Riled up from the ruination of her jacket, she breathes in deeply and calms herself enough that the next star slams into the bar next to one of the Ruffians. That last one though? Thats another glorious hit and really who wants a decent sized piece of metal stuck in their leg. Blood. Eriu tugs at the neck of her jacket again, still smelling the burning flesh and leather as she stalks towards the bar - forget those stares. King's on his own now. Member of port or not.

"Muri.." she says with a smile and a wink, dark amber of her eyes glaring at the individual that now has the token of wearing one of her stars.

Sajin leans into the fight, moving towards the next target EJ chucks her star at. Behind the bar, Sajin dives smashing his fists violently into the Ruffian's body. THWAWP, CRACKLE, ZAP! He rises once more from behind the bar, several pottle smashed over his armor now stained with liquor. He sighs.

Abandoning the fight downstairs with most of the bodies on the floor, Hopp stumbles up the stairs towards the room where Zarbo, King, and the Lady Heisters are, hearing the sounds of a STRUGGLE. He slams in, nearly toppling over Ham's body when one of his long legs catches on it. "Zarbo, wasn't it? I- I may be a bit hard of hearing, but my mind's sharp as a blaster's report. Unlike you, from the way you're fumbling around with that desk, like you don't even know what's inside. You don't, do you?" Hopp rasps, wishing for all the world that his cig hadn't fallen out of his mouth downstairs. "I have something that'll jog your memory. Clear your head. It's free, this one, it's- it's on the house, alright."

BLAM, BLAM, the blaster pistol shoots two shots, one to the left and one to the right of Zarbo's noggin. "...next one's down the middle," Hopp shrugs, like it was on purpose.

Kasia eyes the emotional man in the room with them, then the contents of the chest. "Wait," she turns to Zarbo now, eyeing the man. "Was this really just all about those? Are they... I don't know. Magical in some way?" But he's reaching for his desk, so she steps forward, head shaking. Then there are blaster bolts flying by and she turns to look back at the source. The source being Hopp. "Hey!"

Back to the emotional Zarbo. "Look, I don't know you, or the man that those apparently belong to if I'm being frank, so I don't really have a stake in this on any level. But if you do something stupid here, there's a pretty good chance that you won't make it out of the room." She smiles, but the smile has an edge rather than any real warmth to it. "If you'd like to keep on living -- and who wouldn't given the life of luxury you clearly lead -- I suggest you sit down and surrender yourself right now. I can't promise that anyone out there will have mercy on you, but if you do anything stupid to endanger me or my friend here," she motions to Domino, "Then you and I are going to have a problem."

Domino turns at the sound of Zarbo rummaging <<"Ah, NOPE!">> She pivots and grabs his arm and twists it behind Zarbo's Back painfully, using that arm and the painful leverage to steer the man to face Kasia <<"You do what the pretty lady says or I use my expertise in breaking stubborn men. Please. PLEASE defy it." She jerks his arm just a lil <<"More fun for me that way.">>

There's a lot of ruckuss going on and while it's no more than it was a minute and a half ago, Muri's suddenly feeling more overwhelmed by it. Like, really tired. There was probably a logical purpose to her slither over the bartop to drop in on the cover it provides but by the time she picks herself delicately up out of the busted glassware, she's forgotten it. Disheveled and splotched with smelly muck, Muri not only reeks of the same sulphuric odor that everything else does on this planet, but her Lorrdian sweat is permeating into the mix.

Hearing her name, Muri picks her head up and spies the lovely EJ winking down at her. "Jynx.." and then notices for the first time the poor ruffian that's almost within hand-holding distance, bleeding from a certain Hapan's signature hardware.

It's a tense moment but she feels a teensie pang of pity. For self and nemesis. "Hey, pal, why don't we just---" She stops right there, hand halfway to a bottle of lum on the shelf within reach, because now there's a much bigger Hapan crashing through to join their party and squash her new /almost/ drinking buddy.

Wordlessly, Netep pours one out for the doomed frenemy and takes a small swig herself. "Are we done? Did he get -- DID YOU GET IT???" she hollers up at those stairs from her slouch on the floor like she didn't hear all the thumping and wrasslin' around two seconds ago.

Viktar gets clipped in the shoulder again, in almost the same spot. He's knocked flat on his back, dropping his sidearm, the impact singing his skin (and fur!) even worse. He rolls over and struggles, dramatically clawing/crawling his way back to his blaster, he then remembers that he just had a maglock added to the hilt of the pistol. He extends his hand and the pistol zips directly back to his hand, science, rather than the force, magnetically pulling the pistol across the small distance. "RRRRRRrrrr....Sonofa..." he clutches the pistol and raises it on his stomach, gathering enough strength and focus to take another shot at the ruffian who hit him again, "Bastards..." he utters again in a labored, weaker, but still spirited voice. His blaster isn't well aimed, and again it just impacts on the wall, causing little to no damage...

<"Hey, Vik, go and take a seat."> David urges the Shistavanen, gesturing around with his unarmed hand. <"Plenty of spots, maybe scoot one of the bodies over."> Coming out of cover, there's the guy still there who's not having a little one on one with Muri, and David casually shoots him in the chest. He wasn't gonna go anywhere, promise. <"Any good booze back there?"> he calls out, voice slightly modulated through the helmet. <"I think we could all use one."> The pilot is -this- close to claiming a seat, but there's still the kerfuffle upstairs and the survivor down here.

Standing up from the floor and holding those broken ribs of his, King just turns his head slowly to look at the newly arrived Hopp, his lips peeling back in a grin. "You handled everybody downstairs all by yourself, Nooram?" King asks, chuckling softly before he nearly keels over from the pain. He catches himself on the wall, though, and manages to straighten back up before he limps his way over to the chest that Domino popped open.

"About those? What? The guns?" King asks, raising his brows and shaking his head. "Nah," he adds, stepping forward. "The .48s are great and all, but they're just about the same as any old slugthrower nowadays," he says, kneeling down next to the chest. His bruised and bloody hands will dig through its contents for a second, sifting through whatever else has been stashed in there, but the first thing he makes a grab for...is the hat. "There she is." A handsome, wide-brimmed gambler's-style hat in black. His blue eyes light up and a hand runs back through his hair before he sets it atop his head. Then he's grabbing the duster and sliding his arms into and straightening out the lapels. Finally, he will grab the guns, popping the cylinders out with a smooth motion and checking them over be fore he pops them back in, gives them a quick little spin and deposits them down into their holsters.

"Didn't figure you'd come all the way out here with me for a hat, though. Wife bought it for me. Couldn't stand the thought of it just floatin' around the Galaxy somewhere," King explains, adjusting the brim a touch.

Zarbo, groaning under Domino's armbar, Hopp's attempted doming, and Kasia's motherly tone, relents from his drawer-diggin'. "Fine! /Fine!/ I give up!" he cries.

"Y'always were yellow," King responds, shaking his head and moving to wander back towards the stairs. "Let him go, kill 'im; I don't care. Fair warnin', though. I had a chance to kill the sorry bastard sixty years ago, and he's been houndin' me ever since."

"Aren't they dead yet?" Eriu sounds somewhat vexed and irritated all at once. "So many starts to find now," she slams the last one home and as he slumps she frowns, nose wrinkling a little as she eyes Muri, then the others. A huff of her breath is let out and she pulls her jacket open to show off the bodysuit she wears while she counts what is left. Knives glint, stars - what few are left - catch the light and she twists, angling to look at her backend to see those attached to the belt about her waist. "Okay..." she then upnods to the her colorful friend.

"Give a girl a hand and pull that star out..oh and that one..and that one...and the one in the wall?" Because Muri is behind the bar. She moves over to the counter top and grabs old of one, yanking it free as she slides it back into place upon her person.

Somehow Sajin got over the bar, but now the dullared couldn't get back. The momentum from before was enough but his powerarmor didn't flex quite as well. He tries lifting his leg over the bar and sliding over, but he can't lift it high enough. He just stand there, with a deep sigh emotted from him.

"A man doesn't come all this way and kill this many people to get talked out of it by three prissy ladies," Hopp barks at Kaisa, Domino, and King, the three prissy ladies, and before Zarbo can slip the arm bar, he opens fire. A shot sizzles past the other old man's ear, scorching the hair (old men got hairy ears, okay), and a second shot smacks into his face. Miraculously, it doesn't kill him. It's a safe bet it isn't doing much for his mood either. "Krif. I just touched up your last facelift, Zarbo. That one's on the house, I told you that. I need a cig."

"Well you've gone and made her mad now," Kasia informs Zorbo, tsking and shaking her head. She leaves Domino to her business, stepping back to glance back into the trunk, then up to King. He gets a 'really' look, but she doesn't comment on what they came here to rescue for him. She can yell at him later, because now there's more shooting, and again it's Hopp. "Okay, okay, you've proven your point. He's surrendered, we don't need to actually kill him now," she insists to the older crazy man with the blaster. "We've got what we came for, let's just leave."

Domino is shot RIGHT IN THE FACE! Ok more the side of her helmet but as durasteel and plastoid melts and she staggers back there's a pained shriek and a series of cussing in what might be huttese and the blaster she had been pulling to blow the bad guy's brains out with is instead swung on Hopp <<"YOU SHOT ME IN THE FACE!!!">> and before Hopp can apologize or anyone can think to intervene she opens fire on the geezer.

"S'ALL RIGHT" Muri calls back to Dave's inquiry, craddling this particular bottle on her lap with a possessive grip on its neck. EJ gets an annoyed look and eyeroll, but Netep shuffle scoots around to yank a few free of the infrastructure then much more delicately tugs and works at the one in the dead dude's leg.

A sucking hiss and complaintive "ow" says she cut herself. It's an infection waiting to happen.

"Here," the stars clatter down atop the bar, slid there from off her bloodied palm. She might just live back there now, Muri's so settled into the trench. But so might Sajin!

"Here," the bottle she's holding is drained by two more ounces, then capped and rolled Sajin's way. A long look leans her head back then to stare up at the ceiling and wonder about the muffled shriek and additional rounds of blaster fire.

Now there's other stuff happening. This isn't how any of this was supposed to go. It was a simple in and out, and those always go exactly as planned. Groaning and sliding his slugthrower from its holster, King holds it at arms length off to the side, clicks back the hammer and pulls the trigger. It's a deafening WHIPCRACK that exits the barrel along with the huge slug, and an instant later Zarbo's head has exploded, showering anybody standing near him with blood and bits of skull.

"Y'all even now or I need to show you a thing or two?" King asks, looking between Hopp and Domino with a frown. "Quit actin' like damn fools and let's go. We got wounded to tend to."

"You are a gem, Muri." Eyeroll and all is taken in stride as she reaches out to gather up starts that are helped with. She uses the cloth on the dead to clean up her weapons. She tucks her weapons away and eyes the alcohol behind the bar and looks to Sajin who gets a bottle from Muri as she sliiiiiiiides over. That star in the sniper is getting left up there while Eriu hears the last blaster fire and Dom's voice. "Huh." She glances over at Sajin and will drink with him if he shares.

"Mind sharing?" She smiles up at the other Hapan. She glances down at the hole in the arm of her jacket and sighs. "Gotta replace it again."

Sajin still can't figure out how to get out from behind the bar, despite there being a swinging door off to the side he could easily fit through. As Ej and Muri head over and offer him a drink, he gives up, opening up his helmet visor to expose the raw flesh on his his pretty face from the hit he took in the head. He down the drink without another word.

Before he can react or even realize that he /did/ shoot Domino in the head, Domino is screaming that somebody shot her in the head and shoots /him/. The old scientist spends a moment in utter shock, the saggy wrinkles on his face going slack as he stares down at the smoking burn smeared across his chest's ablative plating. The pistol in his hand starts to lift, quivering and rattling between his bony fingers, towards the (justifiably) incendiary woman. "I was trying to solve a /problem,/ if you could have just held him STILL," he spits, spitting blood, around the time Zarbo's head explodes out the back onto the wall like a party streamer.

Deep breaths. Long, skeletal hands pat around his pockets, finding his cigs and pulling one out, tucking it in the corner of his mouth. "Try some La'maz breathing next time before you blast your- your- /me./"

Then he collapses.

The crazy has just escalated up here, and though Kasia should be well accustomed to this by now, she just looks back and forth between Domino and Hopp. Zorba is shot and his head explodes, which is unpleasant to say the least. "Gods-- what!" she stutters the words out and whips around on King, and for a moment she looks properly /angry/ at him. One menacing step is taken toward the man as a fist clenches, lips pursing into a flat line. "You just shot a man in the head over a hat." And a coat, and some slugthrowers, but she doesn't add those to the list as she condemns him. There might've been more to follow, but Hopp collapses and that makes her pause. "Stars. SOMEONE COME PICK THIS BAG OF BONES UP," she hollers down to the others, then turns to stalk away from the room unhappily.

Domino's weapon shifts from Hopp to King, <<"This is YOUR kriffin fault, Bantha-humper. /Threaten/ me again and see how it turns out for you." She growls irritably though she wobbles and staggers back suggesting she's reeling from her hurt, <<"Fine. I'm taking care of myself, and if EJ or Sajin's hurt I'll see them. Everyone else can kriff off.">> And then Hopp collapses, <<"This is the stupidest thing ever. Fine. The idiot who shot me in the face first." She removes her helm with a wince and a hiss and reveals blood flowing from the side of her head and she's definitely got a fair chunk of scalp sinked, along with burnt hair. She tugs out her medical kit, wraps bandages around her head so she doesn't bleed on the geezer.

It's been a wild ride out onto the desolate planet of Nevarro. Intrigue, romance, rooftop snipers. Old rivals, old friends, old guns. People getting shot in the face by their allies. Really, it's been a whole thing, but now it's done, and the unlikely heroes can all go their seperate ways.

Having secured a length of rope from a crate of mining materials, King lashed it under Hopp's arms and began the slow, arduous task of dragging the lanky Mandalorian through the mud and back to the city.