Log:Squash Match

Hex, Nadia, and Rosh compete for the Underground Trios Champions title

OOC Date: January 25, 2018 (Australian Time)
Location: Nar Shaddaa, The Sweatshop, Ko Hentota District
Participants: Hex, Nadia Cuul, Rosh, Zhu Yan, Sapphira Solari

The short story: Hex gets called fat, Nadia has regrets, Rosh has two guns, Zhu Yan distracts the referee, Sapphira Solari launches her promising new singles career.

The long story:

THIS PLACE IS GARBAGE! Garbage! So that's why Hex is here, like... who would even be surprised. The large, sweaty Twi'lek, who has changed his clothes since this morning but is still afflicted by drug frog sweat, is sitting alone at a table near the lower floor of this disgusting cantina. He's watching the fighters in the (octagonal??) cages, smoking a long pipe and looking contemplative. He has a mug of caf. It has film on the surface.

Nadia has grown kind of fond of this shitty dump hole of a cantina after the Smuggler Den was all shot up. Maybe it's because people leave her alone down here or the smell of all the food which is mostly just slabs of rotten meat. Whatever, she's sitting at a table with a Loth Cat curled up pawing at a mug which is teetering dangerously close to the edge. She is also watching the fighters, likely betting on them, and trying hard to get drunk on watered down whiskey.

"Ei, Ashkuri," remarks the raspy, vocoded voice of the Ubese approaching Hex's table. "Douccha?" he asks, taking a moment to look around. "Your wife said you needed...bodyguard here. Because the drugs."

Hex laughs and kicks a chair out for Rosh to occupy. "So'cha ka, she sent me a babysitter, did she? That's okay. If you can keep me from doing stupid things, you deserve a medal. Have a seat, ni muchi, and if you can get anything through your mask, feel free to order it. I'll buy." Spotting another familiar face over yonder, he raises his filmy caf mug in greeting. "Nadia Cuul."

Honestly it was no surprise for Zhu Yan to appear at such a garbage venue along with Hex. This place made dive bars look like Coruscant's Grand Casino. It smelt worse than Sar Yavok at four in the morning. Their top shelf rhysac was the equivalent to lower-on-the-ladder Corellian Whiskey. It might as well be heaven. "Look, all I'm saying is, if you want to fit better into your armor, you need to stop eating so much. Honestly, your diet is something of a crime against humanity," he had been explaining to Hex, but promptly being ignored. "Hey, I'm a good bodyguard!" exclaimed the worst bodyguard in the world. "I can shoot anything!"

Nadia hears this greeting and turns toward sit with her braids bobbling around her shoulders. "Hex blahblahblah.." She doesn't know his last name, but she knows how to sound it out! Her watered down glass of whiskey raises in salute just as her feline companion pushes the glass off the table. It smashes on the floor and Nadia rewards this behavior with whatever bowl of barfood this places serves. maybe it's just a bug. She feeds her cat a bug.

"Extra target, I think. If there's two of us, less likely you get shot. Ei, it's true love," Rosh answers, taking a seat at the kicked-out chair. He wrests his gloved hands on the table and looks around. "I eat enough, chatou? Don't worry about it." His visor tips toward Zhu Yan and he quietly regards the man. "How was your...online sabacc?"

Why would you not feed your cat a bug. A bug is a normal thing to eat. For anybody. Hex gives a pained look to Zhu Yan, then look down at himself and the gut he did not have 2 years ago, and then back at Yan. "I can fit into my armor!" he replies. "Just you know... kinda gotta suck it in for a minute to put it on... and then not breathe very deeply. I'm okay with crimes against humanity," he adds, exhaling smoke. "You all could use some crimes. Hey, Cuul, you down for some crimes against humans? They got alien-human fight night here sometimes." Rosh mentions true love, and the sweaty, nasty Twi'lek smiles. "You got a lady Ubese waiting for you out there in the galaxy somewhere, Rosh?"

"Yes." Nadia answers the question without looking up because she's trying to convince her cat to eat the bug she's very desperately trying to feed her. At first it was just a reward, a treat, but when the cat didn't immediately take to it, it became a demand. So one cat is now trying to make another cat act like anything, but a cat. "Humans are my favorite to crime against. Eat it!" It isn't happening.

"Oh, I lost. I always lose. I'm a terrible gambler," explained Zhu Yan with what appeared to be absolute sincerity. "That's my I never feed the machine more than twenty creds at a time." That was as good an explanation as any from the thoroughly legal trader. THOROUGHLY LEGAL. "Hey man, no eating the humans. We're stringy. And not fleshy." He looked down at his own emerging sign of eating. "Ignore the dadbod."

If Ubese could muster a flatter expression than they already have, that's the one that would be pointed at Hex. "No." He sits back in his chair and asks, "I come off as the romantic type?" His attention turns to Nadia and he nods to the woman, "Ga Rosh."

"Rosh, I'm the least romantic or desirable person that I or anybody else can think of, and I got married," Hex points out. "So never say never, ka. Why would I assume you're not the sexiest chunk of bese-meat this side of wherever you're from? You might be. I'm just gonna assume that you are." Then Yan kind of makes his own points irrelevant, and Hex raises his brows. "Ka. UH HUH," he lets the point stand for itself, and then suggests to Nadia, "You and yours down to fight in here sometime? It seems good, ka," he gestures as the current fighters scream, having been unexpectedly blasted with hot steam from the vents. "No guns!"

"Nadia Cuul." Nadia introduces, pointing to the cat, "This is Nadia." Because she named her cat after herself. She's a cat, they are self absorbed. "Fight in there? Does it pay well?" She blinks her big eyes at Hex and then looks to the fighting pit, "If it pays well, maybe.. I don't like the whole no guns thing, though. How am I suppose to cheat?"

"If you wind up pit-fighting I am legally obligated to tell your wife," said Zhu Yan, shooting Hex a look of warning. Then he tried his hardest, his HARDEST, to emulate said wife. "'You were out pit fighting? Again? If this keeps up I'm going to stop ordering food from Ryloth, you'll have to eat human fare'. See, it'd be harsh."

Rosh looks over to the pit and says, "Seems dangerous. And 'no guns' is stupid." He's very attached to his weapons. He crosses his arms. "And yes, I am prettiest Ubese."

"Yaaaaaan," Hex complaaaains, exhaling smoke and looking pained again. "Just be cool, man. Just be cool. Come with us, bet on me and Nadia, make a lot of money, tell Kasia we got mugged or I fought somebody over a plate of dumplings. You'll figure something out," he assures Nadia Cuul, not Nadia, about cheating. "I have full confidence in you." He watches the contestants in the cage, both human at present, as one gets flung into the fence keeping them in the cage. "See, how is this not fun? I agee, Rosh, but I don't make the rules."

"You will have to eat hot canines or whatever those stupid bug eyed vendors sell on market row." Nadia frowns at the thought, "I did that once... I figured, what could go wrong? I like meat... but it was not meat, Hex blahblahblah, it wasn't.. and you shouldn't be fooled. Don't let your wife make you eat their food." She warns, petting the cat who, once Nadia stopped trying to feed it to her, is eating the bug. "You can always find another wife... of maybe you couldn't. You are fat now..." Her mouth quirks to the side, whiskers crinkling, "You might have to eat the human food.." She turns her chair then to face the other table, eyes on Hex. "Perhaps fighting in the cage would work off some of your college forty?"

"UGH," was Yan's continued impression of Hex's wife, the utter opposite of the man in front of him. "Alright, fine, I can't believe how believable your story is. Cat lady has a point. You might work off some of that dad flab." Dad flab. Yan started sniggering. "Dad flab." For some reason it was the funniest thing he'd heard in a long while. "Go, have fun, and don't lose a lekku. You need those." Pause. "Apparently."

"Ei, need competition with guns. Two people shoot at each other. Best guns win," Rosh says, visor fixed on the cage fight. He taps the table and nods, "Yuhtoh."

"Human food is pretty weak, but I'll eat it," Hex notes for the record, because what won't he eat? He looks a little disappointed that Nadia Jr did eat that bug after all. "It's not the college forty, tcha," he scoffs at Nadia Sr. But he sounds amused. "The hell would make you think my dumb self went to college? It's the 'quit exercising' 40. Dadflab can still hold his own in a fight, don't you kids worry, ok ka." He grins his pointy-toothed grin at Rosh. "We can do that too, you know. Gunfights. Everybody likes gunfights."

Nadia scritches Nadia Jr. and pushes up from her seat, "Oh, I didn't think you'd been to college.. I'm not entirely convinced you can read." She muses, making her way towards the thingy that controls who does the fight stuff. "Me and the fat twi'lek are going to fight... No, I'm not going to fight the fat twi'lek.. because his wife is frightening, that's why.. NO, I don't want to figh- are you kidding me right now?" She growls at the being, "Just sign us up, damn.."

Rosh taps the table and points at Hex, nodding, "Ch'yie. Gunfights. Is that a thing out here?" He looks around, as if he's just now going to notice the Old West showdowns that have been going on around him.

"Ay, Nadia, make sure it's not a knife fight, I didn't bring any knives!" Hex yells in the direction of the Cathar, with an added homage to Tarion Tavers, "I can READ!" He then looks back over at Rosh and nods, "Sure, all the time, ka? Sometimes I pay Tavers just to let me shoot him on general principles, though it costs more if it's off stun. I wonder if I can talk Kasia into allowing a Defiance stun fight tournament... Rosh, help me convince her of it. This place here, they only allow blades and unarmed."

Nadia thumbs up where Hex can see it and negociates the terms of their combat, "Fists, feet, and fangs.." Because she has those and someone is definitely getting their ear bit off. Nadia is hungry. Nadia Jr, that is, Nadia doesn't eat human. It's gamey. Once the business end of this thing is settled, the Cathar moves over to Hex, "We're up next. Think you can smuggle my blaster in under your gut?" She might even be serious.

"Ch'yie," Rosh says with a nod of his head to Hex. "I will help. Though, she doesn't seem...the easiest to convince of things. Stubborn, I think?" He kicks one leg over the other and drapes an arm over the back of his chair, "You two fight now, eh?"

Hex exhales smoke, then dumps the ashy contents of his pipe bowl into his filmy cup of caf. "No," he replies to Nadia. "Maybe between my generous asscheeks. ...Kidding," he adds, lest anyone take him up on that. "You want in, Rosh? Even though it's not guns?"

Nadia glances over at Hex and shrugs, "If you think it'll fit, we'll make it work..." She's all about cheating. She'll cheat when she's winning. That's just the kind of gal she is. Rosh's involvement being the subject of debate, she looks to him, "Might as well. I think they're handicapping us, anyways."

"I'm not good at fighting without the guns, but...I try, sure. Who are we fighting, eh?" he asks, looking between the two of them. "We fight now?"

"Great!" Hex says cheerfully, rubbing his mismatched hands together and getting up to join Nadia, beckoning Rosh to come with. "We fight now. Or like... soon. Cuul, the hell are you doing with the lothcat while we do this?"

Nadia curls her brow and looks at the Loth cat, to whom she points. "Stay." Then back to Hex... then back to Nadia jr, "And don't kill anyone." There, she's taken care of the cat. This is why she has no pets. This is why she probably wont have a pet for long. "Soon as this fight is over, we're up. I think we've got a human, a Dug, and a rodian... Fists, feet, and teeth. Apparently we don't have to kill them." She bobs her head from side to side, "But we can. I'm going to. Do what you want though."

"And we're /sure/ we can't use guns?" Rosh asks, tilting his visor over to the cat woman. "Also...someone teach me how to fist fight, eh?"

Zhu Yan had watched, bemused, as the three signed their lives, their bodies, and their dignity away for the noble art of pit-fighting. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful story to tell all involved and-or related. Kasia would have a field day with Yan's embellishments. "Just don't die. If you die, I have to fill out forms."

The two humans currently in the ring (cage) finish bashing each other to pieces, one the staggering victor, though it looks like it might have been a pyrrhic victory at best. He makes sure his opponent stays down, and then falls to his knees; a Klatoonian and a Weequay appear to drag both humans off. "NEXT," a surprisingly evil looking Chadra-Fan announces, and that's our heroes. Hex starts walking towards the opening to the ring, and advises Rosh, "Go for the Rodian. Just you know... knock your head into him if the fists aren't working. It'll be fine!"

"Yan," a voice says at the man's elbow. It's Sapphira Solari, with her half-shaved head to cover the healing-but-nearly-healed head scar. She wears fitted pants and a loose purple tank top, with her pistol at her hip. Her slender green eyes move from Yan, who she's managed to find in the jumble of people, to the cage. To Hex. She groans. "Oh no...."

Nadia unhooks her gunbelt as they near the cage and hangs it over the top as she passes inside. "If that isn't there when I get out of here, I'm going to be very cross..." She warns the dirty looking being manning said cage door. "I'm seriously, I'm going to kill him." Pointing at the Human. "If my blaster is gone when I'm done killing him, I'm going to kill you... and burn your house down." With her belongings seen after, "And don't feed anyone my cat." Over her shoulder, "Very cross..." To her two companions, "I've got the human..." Eyeing Hex, "You should be fine with the Dug, right? You've got the size advantage."

Rosh slides his gunbelt off, aswell and leaves it on the table, tapping it a few times before pointing to Zhu Yan. He does the same with his duster. Following behind the duo, he remarks, "Is very expensive helmet. Yutohccha...is broken."

Zhu Yan proverbialy jumped through the sithspawned roof! "Sithspit kiddo! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Yan, being Yan, could be very jumpy when ambushed. Especially considering his hand was hovering dangerously close to where that distinctive old Bryar rested on his hip. Calm down, broski. He followed the redhead's eyes to Hex, and said, "Oh don't worry, it's good clean fun." Pause. "Okay maybe not clean, but still. He'll need moral support. People have been calling him fat all night." Yan neglected to mention who had been saying such things. He didn't need to incriminate himself.

"So you've been calling him fat," Sapphira responds, without hesitation. Yeah, she didn't need to be here for that to know. Sapphira, with her slightly edgier clothes and haircut, crosses her arms just beneath her bust as she starts to watch. "Anyway, who are you calling kiddo? You're like ... my age or something." Right? She assumes they're all 20-somethings. Her eyes, however, don't leave the cage. "This about money?"

The game is ON! Hex (who was being called fat, thank you for understanding), Nadia, and Rosh step into the ring to reveal their opponents, a Rodian, a human, and a Dug. "You got it," Hex agrees to Nadia's target choices, and then there's an air horn... and all hell breaks loose. These three look like this is not their first time in the ring, and all three heroes manage to get pummeled, kicked, and/or clawed to some degree as they go. Hex lands a punch on the Dug, but not as good as it got him. They ain't playin'.

Nadia is kicked right in her gut and sent tumbling onto her back, but she's up easily and leaping forward to swing her clawed hand at the Humans throat. He clearly has experience, however, and knows the angles and distances better than she does. He's able to duck beneath it and spin away from her. "I don't even get started until I'm bleeding..." Because that's the Cuul thing to say.

"Nah, they're just bored," Yan helpfully declared, not bothering to hide the fact that he'd called Hex fat. It is known. "And they thought it was a good idea, so once they're all bleeding and bloody I'm gonna call Kasia and tell her to come pick them up." He turned to face the fight, holding on to the railing so he could get a better view, before something Sapphira said struck him. "Your age? I'm closer to Kasia's age than anyone. How old are you? Like, twenty?" Because only a youth with no knowledge of the galaxy at all would willingly shack up with Tarion Tavers at any point. "Kick him in the mivonks!" he yelled helpfully to the fighters.

"Twenty four. It's ... basically the same," Sapphira decides, leaning her hips forward onto the bar to watch as well. She flinches, openly, at the abuse her old friend Hex takes. Naadia she doesn't know, and Asiir she hasn't seen in ages. But Hex ... he gets some sympathy. Mostly for what Kasia's going to say and do. "You know," the redhead says, almost conspiritorially to Yan. "If you really wanted to cause a ruckuss you'd tell Naelyn. He almost ripped Hex's ribcage out last time he got into a fight. Though ti was because he was worried and cared." But Kasia is worried and cares too, surely!

Hex and Nadia are badasses, okay. They win fights. They win fights ALL THE TIME. They are, in fact, very stable geniuses, and some people win fights never. Sad!! They were, however, maybe... maybe... a little over confident in their assessment of how hard it could possibly be to win a cage fight in a bar. Dugs fight weird, okay, they have arms and legs in all the wrong places, and Hex is just... doing a terrible job with this. With the end result that he gets kicked in the face and goes down hard, probably followed shortly to the mat by Nadia and an inexplicably badass human. They're an embarrassment to alien kind. The last person left standing... is... Rosh. Barely scratched by the Rodian. Though now all 3 of the other team are rounding on him. "Give uppppp," the dug sneers.

It is a fair judgement that, in her egotistical way, Nadia greatly underestimated the deftness with which a human might move if, say, that human were an experienced cage fighter. This one just so happens to be. Where as she has only ever used her claws when her targets back was turned. It's easier, she finds, to claw out someone's throat when they don't know they're about to have their throat clawed out.
It's pretty simple math.
So it might be forgiven that she assumed that same principle applied to when they DO know they're at risk of having their throat clawed out. It was a lapse in judgement and she'll be the first to admit so.
So as she's going to get at said throat, she's whip kicked across the jaw with a round house that's so hard it knocks the beads out of one of her braids. She doesn't even have the good sense to immediately fall, which proves pretty disasterous when the human mistakes this for her having the ability to continue fighting, and runs across the small gap between them and straight kicks her int he chest.
Now, she was somewhere warm and pleasant after the kick, now she's thrown against the cage. Her body crumples up at the base, in the dirt, in the fetal position, weeping. Softly.
"I have regrets..."

Rosh rolls out of the way of a gross Rodian stomp and gets back up to his feet. Taking a moment, he straightens his helmet and gives it a few smacks before blindly shoulder charging into whatever amorphous blob he can make out of his combatants. He runs into the fench.

"Oooooh, there's an idea," mused Yan, visibly thinking. Clearly he was weighing up the merits of Naelyn vs Kasia. "Oh what about both of th... OOOOOOH!" Wham bam thank you ma'am! Hex was down, as to be expected. Catwoman was down, slightly less expected. Rosh the gunslinging Ubese was absolutely defying all expectations by being a real man, and A MAN STANDS ON HIS FEET. What a champ. "KICK HIM IN THE MIVONKS!" Yan absolutely bellowed into the arena now. What the hell were mivonks?! It definitely wasn't some sort of Corellian slang, that's for sure!

"Shouldn't we help?" Sapphira says, looking up at Yan with some visible concern in her eyes. She reaches out to tug on his arm. C'mon, c'mon. "We really ought to get in there and help them. Hex is getting old, he can't get abused like this all the time without long-term effects!" She wants to go in the ring and help, but is waiting on Yan's opinion first.

"I have regrets... also..." Hex groans at Nadia, but both of them are down for now, and their adversaries turn their attentions to... ROSH. All three of them converge on the Ubese, but he's like watah, and only - ironically - the wimpy little Rodian lands a hit. "Give upppp!" the Dug hisses again, and Hex launches an attempt to get up that isn't quite there yet. "We're okay..." he yells toward the general vicinity of Yan and Sapphira. "We have this under control..."

Nadia groans quietly, blood oozing from already split lip, which the kick has only made worse. One hand slaps at the dirt and she claws into it trying to get the rest of her body to cooperate. "I feel like we made a very bad mistake here..." To Hex, all of the Hexs. She sees a few of them. Her efforts to regain footing are in contention with her footings complete disinterest in assisting in that goal.

Rosh is definitely not watah on purpose. "Ack! Pootczk!" Rosh shouts as the Rodian sends another jab toward his helmet. "Iahtoh!" he shouts, trying to punch again and sending another swing wide.

"We go in and help, we disrupt the fight, a brawl breaks out, and people die," explained Yan, brows furrowed in concentration as he mulled over the scenario. Was he being altruistic? Trying to minimize collateral damage? Putting the lives of others before his own?! "Including us." No. No he wasn't. Sorry, onlookers, Zhu Yan is still Zhu Yan. Of course, his hand (if noticed) was still dangerously close to that big ol' Bryar of his. And now he was scanning the surrounding area. "Lesson number one, youngling. Never enter a fight unless you've made sure you're gonna win it." So THAT'S why Yan hadn't opted in. He hadn't found an instant win button yet. "With that in mind, reckon you can find out where the power conduits are around here?"

Sapphira listens, wrinkling her nose at being called young again. She'll show him! SHE'LL SHOW THEM ALL! But at the question, she nods and shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, I mean you can already see all the lighting is cabled in to the control panel and then the floor cables run back to the box in the kitchen most likely...oh." She's caught up now. "Right. I'll see you in a bit." And she turns to go.

"We have broken decision-makers," Hex replies to all of the Nadias. There are a few of those too. He's managed to get to his knees, spitting blood on the dirty mat, but most of his attention is focused on Rosh, whirling Rosh, who has the super power of being unable to hit, with the drawback of that power being he can't hit anything else either. "What is even happening?" he asks one of several Nadias. Maybe Nadia Jr, who knows. "The hell is with this guy? Who or what did I hire? YOU'RE DOIN GREAT ROSH," he adds for moral support while the Dug, Rodian, and human cage fighters snarl in frustration at this confusing quarry they can't seem to punch or kick. Should the power cables be followed... there is indeed a control box in the kitchen, as expected.

Nadia uses the cage to claw her way to her feet, but it's on shakey legs at best. At least now there only seems to be one of Hex, which means she'll be back to seeing only one of each of the three cagefighters. "Keep it up..." She says at Rosh, "You beautiful shadow boxing miracle." Legs beneath her, strength returning to her, she heads over to help Hex up, "I'mn not losing to these turds..."

"Ei, I sex your mother, pootczk," Rosh says, slipping under the volley of attacks. Then, as established, he misses his attack. "Where are my guns, eh!?"

"And when you do, find cover," Yan said to his newest protege, ahd she was off. Good. Time to arrange the rest of this chaos. He didn't even bother to hide the grin appearing on his lips. It had been far, faaaaar too long since he'd induced some mayhem. He missed it. He was getting soft. His face formed an expression of steely resolve. That stopped now.
Zhu Yan did two things. One, he picked up the Ubese's gunbelt, tied it around itself for better aerodynamic properties, and held it solidly in his left hand. Secondly, he noted the position of Catwoman's weapons. He'd need them later. Thirdly, he spied the evil-looking announcer who had both the vox system and the cage key. "Rosh," he yelled into the cage over the din of the crowd, hoping to catch the Ubese's attention. "When it goes dark!" he added, holding up the gunbelt. Plans upon plans upon plans.

Sapphira looks like she belongs here, for some weird reason. With the hair and the jacket and the tight-fitting butt pants. She's finally embracing her Nar trash side, perhaps. Either way, people pay little attention to her as she slides through the crowd toward the kitchen door, plucking up a fork as she moves. She gets seen doing it, but who cares right? FIGHT!
She's only disappeared into the back for a few seconds before there's a blue arc of electricity seen through the swinging porthole door and then everything goes to pitch.

Hex accepts the hand up, and he's just gotten to his feet when BOOM, the power goes thoroughly out. Everything is plunged into sudden darkness to the consternation of all; patrons and bar-goers and staff and gamblers and bookies... Everyone is suddenly reaching for the guns they're not supposed to have in here, and waving around flashlights (or torches, depending on where you are from). The three cage fighters seem pretty flummoxed, pausing in their futile attack on Rosh, but Hex seems a little less surprised. "Ay, Nadia, look, /now/ we win!"

Rosh's gunbelt comes sailing into the ring and, with strange dexterity, the Ubese yanks the pair of pistols free, letting the belt fall to the ring. Giving the duo a quick twirl, he points them at two of the three enemies, saying, "Ei, you give up or...iatei." The Ubese phrase for 'You Die' is well-known to people who run with a certain crowd. He's banking on these three being those kinda people.

Nadia is providing Hex with a, mostly, strong shoulder on which to lean and may or may not be rubbing his belly. She is. Slow circles. As if for luck. Or comfort. Or just to make him feel awkward. "This is your fault.." She tells him, then the lights go out. Once they're out, Nadia disengages from the Twi'lek to where she left her gunbelt hanging and pulls the belt down by the grip of her blaster. Once in hand she yanks it out and puts three quick shots into the human's back.
Each one at a closer distance all of them in very painful, but ultimately nolethal locations.
The gun and belt are both dropped as she goes down on her knees over the smoking wounds in his back, leaning over to bite down on his ear, yanking and twisting her head violent until it comes off in her mouth, much to his screaming displeasure. "Shut up." Smack. "Nadia!" Waving the ear in the air, "Come'ere sweetie." She pushes up, palm against the back of the human's head to shove his face down into the mat, and scopes up the Loth Cat that comes bounding in at her summons. It leaps into her arms and happily accepts the far more delightful prize.

The power went out and all hell broke loose. Immediately, Yan had thrown Rosh's gunbelt over the railing and straight at the slippery Ubese. Secondly, the trickier part. Yan had memorized the position of the Chandra-Fan but had to shoot near blind. He drew the Bryar with the speed of a well-trained gunslinger and, against all odds, put a full-power bolt straight into the little creature's snout. BLAM! Talk about lighting up your night!
Finally, he rushed towards where the announcer's vox panel was lurking. It was, of course, out of power, but Yan could do something about that. First, he yanked the power cord out. Secondly, from his jacket he fished a diminutive BlasTech power cell, well suited for the Bryar, and a couple of wires. Hooking them into the port, he CAREFULLY connected them to the power cell, giving him juuuuust enough juice. "Fire emergency!" he declared into the vox system in the absolute best automated voice warning tone he could muster. "Evacuate now! Evacuate, as directed! Fire emergency! Evacuate now! Evac..." and the power cell sizzled and died in his hand. More chaos! Yan bit back the urge to laugh. Beautiful!

"I didn't do it, I'm just a stupid drunk!" The cry comes out from the kitchen, just before the word of fire is sent out and the whole place becomes pandemonium. Screaming, stampeeding ... people will probably die like this. Nice job, Yan. Sapphira, in the meantime, finds herself blindly flailing at a cook in the back, but to no avail. It edoesn't matter much after that, though, as people fleeing for their lives pour through the swinging doors.

"Ei, Zhu Yan. You come get the fatty, eh?" Rosh asks up to the smuggler, blasters trained on the Dug and the Rodian. "Don't move, pootczks. Last warning," he states, slowly strafing over to the downed Twi'lek. He 'tsks' thrice in succession, but the two enemies come charging forward.
There's a deafening flurry of blaster bolts accompanied shortly after by the stench of burning flesh and ozone. The two aliens lay dead on the ground. "Pick him up," Rosh offers to Nadia, leaning down to pick up his own gunbelt.

It's a bummer really. The sweat shop wasn't the most amazing place on Nar Shaddaa, but Nadia had really taken a liking to it. With all possiiblity, they were all going to get banned. That makes her sad. So she takes it out on the human crying in the center of the ring, stomping on his legs repeatedly. "This. Is. your. Fault." Each word a stomp. "Stop. Being. So. Good. At. Fighting." He probably wont be now.
The Loth Cat crawls up on Nadia's shoulders beneath her braids and the cathar collects her gun and belt, fixing the latter around her waist and the former in its holster. Once she's adjusted the holster to sit in the small of her back, beneath her jacket, she rolls her shoulders and looks around. Meanwhile, Rosh guns down the pair and then tells her to do something, "Why, are your arms broken?"
She squints, shrugs, and helps Hex up. "Hope there's credits in this for me.." To Hex, who probably doesn't hear her. Maybe he has some in his pockets, probably best to check incase someone tries to rob him on their way out or something.

There was the sound of shouting from the kitchen and Yan was doing the people equivalent of sailing out to sea because my god these waves. "SAP!" he called out, at the top of his lungs. Was he sentimental? Or was he concerned? This couldn't really be selfishness. Frack. He burst into the kitchen, Bryar at the ready, to find himself witnessing a brawl. He hesitated. Shoot or not? He didn't want to commit some friendly fire! He wasn't Tarion! So he instead yelled "Kick his ass!"

Perhaps it is the encouragement from the peanut gallery that is Zhu Yan, but Sapphira? Well, she does kick his ass. There's enough light in the kitchen from people fleeing out the back door for her to see the familiar man behind her own opponent, a tubby human male with a frying pan in his hand. Sapphira growls, like a little kitten might, and instead of taking a swing? She just runs at him, barreling the man to the ground where she can straddle him.
She starts beating his face in. "What do I do now?!" she asks as she's punching his face with closed fists. She honestly didn't think she'd make it this far.

"Am tired," Rosh answers Nadia, tucking his blasters into his pants for long enough to slide his gunbelt back on. The weapons are soon slid away into their proper homes. He moves to help Nadia support Hex, saying, "Did you see where the liar went?"

Nadia moves with Hex between herself and Rosh towards the exit of the cage, "I don't know who that is." But she reasons it must be the other person that was with the Ubese and Twi'lek, "But if it's that human, I saw him up at the table when the lights went out.." Low light vision has it's limits, after all. She sees fine close up, but things get progressively more difficult the further away it gets.

"You beat him until he can't beat you back!" encouraged Zhu Yan with a wide grin on his face, and we all know how everyone thinks it's a toss-up between Hex and Tarion for the worst but Zhu Yan had just entered the race sprinting like a space-Kenyan. What a jackass. "You got him! Go go go!"

"How do I knwo when that is?" Sapphira asks as she continues in her pummling of the fat cook beneath her. Poor guy never had a chance once he was down. And his face is rather delicate; sure he's taken a hit a few times in his life, but among drunk buddies in an alley while they were doing illicit things. This was a proper beating. "Do I kill him?!" Pound. Pound. Pound.

"Here, take this," Rosh says, slipping out from under Hex's arm and leaving the burden that is the fearless leader for her to manage. "Yan!" he shouts, wandering around in the dark. Then he hears the tell-tale signs of a world-class smackdown coming from the kitchen.
"Chatou?" he asks of the situation, resting a hand on Yan's shoulder and peering at the murderous Sapphira beyonf.

"Might as well.." Nadia encourages Sapphira, "Always finish what you start." As the trio clear the cages and she is suddenly burdoned with the wellbeing of their fearless leader, "Hold on a second, this is your boss..." Eyes narrowed, "He's heavy!" She's not pleased at all. So she sits Hex down in a chair at one of the few remaining upright tables and lightly places his head down atop said table.

"Uh, I mean, you could get away with it but..." actually Yan that was probably a bad idea. His face furrowed into a concerned frown. And then there was an Ubese next to him with a hand on his shoulder. "Hang on bro, gotta step in here." Knowing the tendency for bloodlust to result in 'Once you pop you can't stop' syndrome, Yan decided to risk life and limb. He got behind the woman laying the smacketh-down on the long-since-KO'd man, looping his arms under Sapphira's shoulders, and prying her off the stricken man. If he took hits, he took hits. "After a while it's just sadism. And the last thing you wanna be is Tarion. Come on, let's bail." He tried to be reassuring. He really tried. But it sounded really weird coming from the cocky selfish jackass that was Zhu Yan.

"Yeeeeeep!" Sapphira ... I mean, what's the verb for that? Yelps? Squeals? We'll go with squeals. Sapphira squeals when Yan lifts her up; she's little and not heavy, so it doesn't take much for him to pull her off the bloodied, broken-nosed cook. Just a cook. With a frying pan. Poor man didn't deserve this in the least. He was just trying to defend himself and his job. And now? Now he'll be slathering batca on his face for a month at least. Sapphira, for her part, is wearing a lot of his blood on her face, hands, and clothes. She doesn't fight Yan, though, and only squirms a bit at surprise to find herself hoised up. But when he sets her down, she seems alright. If the alternative is being Tarion, she's cool with this. "Out the back?" she asks Yan, and the group, but mostly Yan, bringing a hand up to wipe a sniffle from her nose. She smears blood across her upper-lip like some sort of sick, ginger mustache.

"She did better than me," remarks the Ubese, watching Sapphira whoop up on the unconcious man. His hands move to rest on his guns and he says, "We go now, eh?"

Nadia is standing over by where Hex is sitting being a lazy ass. Her left hand is drumming on the back of his head, while her right is partially behind her back on the grip of her blaster incase one of the various fleeing occupants get fresh. "Hey, we going or what? I'm all for comradery, but I'm pretty certain this is all free work... so... move it along, eh?"

"Out the back," Yan confirmed, and started to walk towards the back of the kitchen to the rear exit before abruptly stopping. "I'm gonna assume," he began, " that Hex had his rear pounded... BEAT... so we gotta make sure we've got him." He turned on his heel and started walking the opposite direction, out of the kitchen, and upon poking his head out and spotting the KOed Twi'lek and Catwoman, declared, "Good! Rosh, Sap, come on. Hex is a heavy schutta." He hiked on over through the trashed furniture and bloodstains and occasional unconscious (and possibly dead, Yan didn't bother checking) bodies and tucked his head under one of Hex's shoulders. "This is why I tell him to diet."

"I can't carry him, my arms are exhausted," Sapphira notes, picking her way through behind Yan, using a hand on his back to guide her to step where he steps, even when she's not looking at him. She's quiet a few moments and then asks, almost quietly, "I'm not like Tare, am I?"

"Ch'yie," is Rosh's response to the smuggler, moving to get Hex's other arm. "Need to eat salad."

Nadia raises her hand off Hex's head once his people have come to collect him, "So... you got this?" motioning with clawed fingers, "If so, I'm gonna go ahead and get out of here.." He's alive, or so she thinks, so her work here is done. The good guys prevail. The smuggler, however, is bouncing. "Let's go Nadia, this place has lost its joyfulness."

"Catch you about, Catwoman," said Yan to the cat-woman, giving a nod of earned respect, before hoisting Hex fully off the chair. Now, the hard part, addressing Sapphira's concerns. "Tarion would have killed him..." deep breath, this was heavy work, "the second he saw him because it's the quickest and most efficient way... to remove a threat. That's how he thinks." That's what Yan had noted from long observation of him anyway. Whether or not the man had hidden depths, Yan didn't know. His main concern was hoisting the heavy haul of Hex henceforth from this den of depravity. His face was going red and he was breathing heavily from the strain. He really needed to exercise more. "And it wouldn't have bothered him at all. You aren't amoral. You got nothing to worry about." He hoped that was reassuring enough. It was hard to be reassuring when you and a skinny Ubese were hauling a near-literal dead weight.

"Oh," Sapphira says, in a quiet tone that indicates she'll be thinking about this further. There's a flush on her cheeks under the blood splatter, but honestly that can be delt with later too. For now, she's content to hold doors for the men to drag poor Hex back to his wife's bed.