Preventative Measures [Open]

[Jiang Winters]

Since the untimely demise of the former boss and underboss of the Sontrebren Crew, Samanya had been... Stressed. She didn't know why, she hadn't exactly been close to either of the deceased. Maybe it was just nervousness over what would happen to her place in the crew? Either way, she had decided that she needed to take some preventative measures to keep herself from blowing a gasket. And to do that, she was going to make a visit to the Outlander Club.

The young cathar female walked down the streets of the great metropolis, the duracrete street lit only by the glow of lights and bright holo-signs. She weaved in and out of the crowds of people cramming the streets until she finally reached the illuminated signs that marked the front door to the Outlander Club.

This was maybe her fourth visit to the club in the time she had spent on Coruscant, and it certainly wouldn't be her last. While she was not exactly fond of the fact that deathstick peddlers and loose women were to be found inside the nightclub, the vibrant life inside the popular hangout - not to mention the multiple venues of entertainment and good drink - kept her coming back for another night in the Outlander Club.

As Samanya walked into the club she unzipped her jacket and took it off, slinging it over her right shoulder and holding onto it by the cuffs of its arms. The attractive cathar quickly made her way through the floor level of the club - which was less crowded than usual, thankfully - as she headed straight for the bar. She draped her jacket over one of the stools near the emptier end of the bar and sat down atop it - to keep it from being stolen.

Her sapphire blue eyes wandered over the bewildering range of creatures enjoying themselves inside the lively club. Even though the music blasting over the club's speakers was several levels too lough for her sensitive feline ears, it had a good beat to it, and it really did make one feel like dancing like so many of the other patrons were doing. Not that she was going to dance, mind you.

Her brief observation of the others in the club came to a close when the bartender approached, and asked her what she'd have. "A shot of whiskey." She replied, rotating on the stool so that she was facing the bar again. A few moments later, a crystal shot-glass of alcohol was placed in front of her. "Thanks." The cathar said, as she picked up the shot-glass, watching briefly as the barkeep strode away to tend to someone else.

She knocked back the liquid and set the now-emptied glass on the counter, then returned to looking back at the crowd. Sam needed to find something to do, to relax. Ah, well, drinking was as good a way to relax as any, albeit not the smartest way.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

“Now she’s cursing and pursing her lips with lively gold eyes,

She’s swaying her hips and locking her thighs,

Her skin is like candle wax her hair like hot coals,

She steals all their hearts and owns all the men’s souls.”


Went the music. It was his first time in the outlander club and after several minutes he’d gotten the courage to approach her: Stasha Evie, though her would never know her by any name.

She was a Zabrak and her thorny crown surrounded a cruel, beautiful face of blemish less white skin like smooth egg shell. Her eyes were narrow and honey colored, framed by thick, dark lashes and accompanied but plump lips and a small delicately upturned nose.

Her small curvy frame had a narrow waist hugged by her body’s glove: A tight as skin black suite of latex.

“This song seems to be about you.” He said, his hands shaking as she turned to face him from the dance floor’s far corner. He wondered why she was alone, she leaned to laissez-faire against the wall she looked like a decoration. At the sound of his voice her eye brows lowered, he felt his heart skip a beat as impending rejection set in.

A smirk curled the corner of her lips.

“I don‘t want to dance.” She said sharply above the melody’s pounding hum.

“Please don’t ask me.” She crossed her arms and jutted out her hip, letting the flash of sharp white canines briefly make and appearance as she spoke.

He laughed.

She was quiet, looking back into the distance then lowering her head with a sigh and throwing it back as if exasperated something she had expected had yet to transpire.

“Dorian Quill.” She said when their eyes again met.

“W-what..?” stammered the boy.

Evie pouted and replied tiredly, as if she’d told him a dozen times:

“The kind of drink you’re going to buy me.”


The pair made their way to the bar just near a blue eyed Cathar female Evie regarded with little interest.

She leaned on the counter facing the room, her elbows propped. She downed the beverage in an instant and licked her lips. The action sent chills down her male companions spine.

“’’Nother!” She beckoned, turning to the bar tender and raising her glass with a grin and wink of approval.


“Got some I.D?” asked the keep playfully. The Zabrak blew air through her lips.

“I’m 45, Hun, don’t romance me.”

It didn’t show. The boy actually took it as a joke but Evie was truly nearing her 46th year. She lacked all signs of it.


Taking the second glass she turned to its buyer and lifted it in thanks before titlgin back her head to swallow it.

“So what is it you do?” he asked, looking her up and down.

“I kill people.” She stated dryly.

He coughed as he took a seat next to her at the bar. She regarded him with a frown around her glass as he made physical contact with her arm. He laughed at her reply and leaned in closer.

“You’re gorgeous…” He purred.

She turned away momentarily and placed the glass behind her.

“And that’s clothed-do shut up.” she said, rising to leave and zipping her collar up past her line of cleavage.

“Thank you for the drink.” She added with a smile. She searched the room with her eyes and took her leave.

“Wait!” he called pleadingly, he seized her arm tightly and she wrenched it away with a glare.

“believe me, you do not want to try that again…” she hissed.

He stepped down gingerly and reached to draw her to him.

“I just wanted to say-”

 

[T.J]

Just before the man reached Stasha, an armored glove seemed to come right out of the crowd and siezed the scrawny human's arm, instantly puting the squeeze on it. The gauntlet was soon followed by its owner and Stasha's husband, Ares Varga. The arm the bounty hunter used to grip the frightened human's hand was not an organic one, Ares had lost it in a large battle several years prior. It granted him super human strength in the mechanical appendige, and allowed him to crush bone if neccessary.

" You where just leaving werent you mate? " Ares said coldly as he stared down the man through his visor, constantly but slowly increasing the pressure in his grip as he did so.

Ares didnt really want to hurt the guy, he was just a little over protective of his wife. If the human agreed to leave that would be the end of it, but if he gave Ares lip he might be put through a table. He didnt get any strong feelings from the now practically terrified sentient, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya hadn't paid much mind when the zabrak woman and some rather forward young man approached the bar not far from where she sat. She was far too engrossed in her second shot of whiskey to pay them any mind. The twenty year old was just thankful she hadn't been carded. While on her homeworld, the legal drinking age was eighteen, she wasn't sure what it was here. Not to mention the fact that she didn't exactly have any sort of identification.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind as she knocked back the second shot and placed the now-empty glass back upon the polished bar-top. That was enough for her, she didn't want to get inebriated. She was alone in the bar, and the last thing she needed was to get hammered to the point of needing a shoulder to lean on just to walk, let alone navigate her way back to her quarters in the Hideout.

The cathar had just pulled out a credit voucher to pay for her drinks when she heard a bit of commotion off to her left. Glancing in the direction of the noise, she saw the Zabrak woman and that boy again, but this time, there was a human man in his late forties to early fifties who had a firm grip on the kid's arm.

"Not to stick my nose where it doesn't belong," Sam said to the human man, sliding off the barstool and looking at the group, her furry ears twitching slightly as she regarded them. "But if you're going to break the kid in two, could you at least do it outside so you don't start a barfight?"

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

Evie glanced at the Cathar briefly and rolled her eyes.

“Then don’t pussy cat.” she said sickeningly sweet. “We’re not on a familiar enough level to bring sniffing into the game. “ She seized a freshly placed drink from its owner and slid it to her fellow female of the furrier kind.

The boy whimpered and nodded to Ares, drawing away and lightly bumping into his wife’s torso.

She waved him farewell with wiggly fingers.

Looking back and fourth between the faces of his former conquest and her frightening armored friend he whimpered.

“I-It was v-very nice to meet y-you!” He bolted back through the crowd, looking over his shoulder just long enough to ram into a waiter, sending the contents he carried scattering the floor.


“You found me!” Evie purred, opening her arms to Ares then gesturing back to the bar with her thumb.

“The Dorian’s are flat, love.” she said with an air of disappointment.

“But you’re welcome to a sip of the next one you buy me…”

 

[T.J]

Ares instantly let go of the mans arm when he agreed, bloodshed was not on the bounty hunters list tonight. The armored man was just there to enjoy a night with his wife, without any killing or maiming or any sort of dismemberment. He switched his gaze from his wife to the cathar, then back to his wife.

" Its not very polite to be that way with total strangers Stash. " Ars idly stated as he embraced Stasha, being careful not to squeeze to tightly, picking her up slightly as he did so. He turned his attention back to the female cathar as he set his partner down.

" I appologize for my wifes behavior.....She's....excentric." The aging hunter explained, he had a hard time finding a word to describe Stasha without pissing her off, but making his wife mad was something he liked doing from time to time. So he totally ignored her statement about her favorite drink and how he was going to buy her one.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Sam just rolled her eyes and chuckled under her breath as the older woman spoke to her, and slid her a drink. "Thanks, but I've already had plenty to drink." She replied politely, while gently pushing the drink back to its owner and giving the fellow an apologetic smile.

The young cathar had just stood up straight when she heard the human man, apparently the Zabrak woman's husband, speak to her. "It's quite alright." She replied with a shrug, as she turned and made her way back to her not-so-distant stool, which was only a few steps away. Sitting back down upon it and facing the couple, she watched them for a moment, then turned her attention to the bar's surface, where a fresh shotglass filled with whiskey awaited her.

She remembered that she hadn't told the bartender she was finished, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. One or two more shots couldn't hurt, now could it? The twenty-year-old picked it up and knocked it back without a second thought. A little voice in the back of her head told her she'd regret it immensely the next morning, but she didn't care at the moment. Being tipsy was more fun than being sober most of the time anyways. So long as she didn't magically pass out only to wake up missing numerous clothing articles, like what had happened the last time she drank at the Outlander Club.

 

[Demiurge]

River was sitting at the bar-counter, holding a shot of Juma Juice. It always had a bitter-sweet taste, but it balanced itself out well. River tilted her head backward, quickly gulping down the alcoholic beverage. It wasn't just for the taste though. Originally, she drank almost excessive amounts to dull her senses to the Force.

Coruscant was a bustling nexus of energy, and to a Miraluka who saw things on the higher plane of the Force, merely being on Coruscant was sometimes painful. At times, she could even concentrate on speaking fluently. The alcohol was just like a painkiller, but eventually, it became for enjoyment. She couldn't tell why the pain began stopping after a while, maybe she'd grown accustomed - who knew?

"Bartender," she said, pushing the glass towards the other side of the counter, "another shot, make it a Corellian ale with a mix of a Ruby bliel. Don't stir it." Before the drink got to her, River noticed a Zabrak stirring up some attention. She wasn't sure if the Zabrak was on the level mentally, but if anything else, she was entertaining, as was her husband's excuse.

River grinned, picked up her glass and scoffed, "Crazy shutta."

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

“This lovely man just bought her a drink, Ares.” Stasha said in his arms, winking at the man who’s drink she’d passed on. He reluctantly smiled at her acknowledgement.

“She’s all set.” She made a small noise of strain as her feet reached the ground. Stasha quickly scanned the femme feline from the corner of her eyes and adjusted the gloves built into her sleeves. She lifted herself onto a barstool and sat back wards, crossing her legs and frowning at Ares refusal to placate her thirst for alcohol.

Reaching out her hand and looking pleadingly into the human's eyes just as he readied himself to down his returned drink, he passed it on to her. She threw it to the back of her throat and howled like a wolf as the burn set in.
he tilted his hat and conversed with his neighbor.


When her joy subsided she gazed wearily at distant dance floor where a dark rutian twi'lek entertained several men.

"ohh..." she sighed.

"Look at that angel."

 

[T.J]

Ares smiled under his helmet as he followed his wife to the bar and sat next to her. He would not be partaking in the alcohol that night, or any night after for that matter. Ares had sworn it off years ago due to him being an alcoholic in his early years. The hunter never really agreed with Stasha's drinking, but let her do so because it was her choice in the matter. He wasnt going to force her to follow his code if she didnt want to.

Staring idley at all the bottels that lined the wall behind the bar through his visor, Ares turned and looked at his wife when she spoke again.

" Whats that baby?" He asked as he followed her gaze to a rutian twi'lke out on the dance floor.

" Shes not like our Ashes. Not dark enough. And her lekku arent ridged either." He said dryly as he took his gaze off the dancing female and back to the bar. Ashes was he and Stasha's adopted daughter, a twi'lek Stasha had accidentally bought while on a bounty. She was Ares's whole world, his little daughter. Even though she wasnt so little anymore.

" So do you still want that drink?"

 

[Jiang Winters]

Soon enough, Samanya was blissfully ignorant of what was going on around her. It was the alcohol that had put her in a less-than-alert state. Although she would never admit it, she was... Well, she was something of a lightweight. She didn't know which of her parents to blame for the trait, or if her brother had taken all the alcohol resistance in the gene pool, just as she had taken most of the testosterone. [Really, how else could he have been such a bookworm?]

The cathar was not so tipsy that she wasn't perfectly capable of fending for herself, however, nor was so foolish enough to keep going. As the bartender began to reach for a fifth shotglass, Sam stopped him by speaking up in a quiet but cheery voice. "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I should quit while I'm behind." She laughed softly, as she handed the barkeep the credits for the whiskey, plus a little extra for his trouble. "Would you get me a cup of Caf? No sugar, no creamer, just straight black, if you please." She asked immediately afterwards, before he went off to tend to another patron.

The man chuckled and lightly teased her a bit about needing to sober up, but then went off to fetch some caf as requested, leaving the young lady to sit and wait. He hadn't been gone long, when she felt a sharp tug on her right ear. "Ow! Hey!" She snapped, bolting up off her stool and whirling around to face a pair of clearly drunk and rowdy spacers, one human and the other kiffar.

"Aw, kitty-kat don't like gettin' her ears tugged!" The kiffar guffawed, his wire-thin human accomplice snickering along with him. "Whaz wrong, girly? Don't like us rough men?"

"Oh, I like rough men. But you aren't rough men, you're just a couple little boys who aren't man enough to pick on someone their own size." Sam almost growled, placing both hands on the husky kiffar's chest and harshly shoving him back several feet when he got too close for comfort. She didn't want to start a fight - if she did, she'd feel like a hypocrite for telling that human not to get into it with the kid - but she wasn't going to be pushed around by the stupid brutes.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

Evie Sighed. She felt a little guilty for drinking in her husband's presence but as usual when guilt tugged her sleeve it was quickly forgotten and turned from.

“No That’s alright…” she said airily, keeping her eyes on the Lekku’d woman. There was a soft spot in the huntress’ heart for twi’lek females- regardless of color she saw her little former slave in them all. She adored them for the memories they stirred. Ashes was the sweet, dark navy apple of her eye.

“Do you think it odd Ashes doesn’t have a man yet?” she said, her gaze averted from his. She knew where he would stand on the matter but the merriment in her blood stream made her extra bold.

Flashes of gold met the corner of her eyes as she searched his expression.

“I think its time I introduce her to a nice Ryloth boy…” She mused with a mischievous rub of her chin.


“She doesn’t seem to know what to do with them--”


As the Kiffar stumbled back one of his friends who’d so brutishly approached the cathar just near stumbled and fell against the Zabrak, his waist wedging between her thighs. He steadied himself with his hands on her knees and the bounty hunter snarled angrily striking him across the cheek.

“You stepped on my foot you lout!” she exclaimed, her canines locked and she clapped her legs around him tighter, preparing for another assult by her raised gloved fist.

 

[D.C.]

"Good evening!" An emotionless and heavy male voice sounded in the cantina. The speaker stood at the entrance, and he wore a red leather longcoat. His hair was white as snow and his eyes red as rubies. He did not carry his big vibrosword as he usually did, instead he only had his magnum concealed under his longcoat, and a sharp but rather small dagger.

For the moment everything was quiet and everyone looked at this stranger with an appearance that could not be left unnoticed. Although he looked dangerous and maybe intimidating, there was something about him that made him look handsome. Some females in the cantina gestured at him and whispered to each other and giggled. The newcomer did not pay any attention to these girls, he had come here for a drink. Nothing else.

Walking towards the bar, the music went back on and people started talking again, although they kept watching this stranger, all for different reasons. Some were frightened while others, mostly the young women, found themselves attracted to this man.

"Hello sir." The bartender said. "What will it be?"

"The best." The man answered and he threw a lot of credits on the counter. "Gimme the best of the best, keep the change. I'm in a good mood tonight."

The bartender filled a glass with the most expensive ale he had and gratefully accepted the credits. He handed over the glass which the white haired man took. With glass in his right hand he turned around and looked over to the Zabrak female.

“You stepped on my foot you lout!” her heard her saying.

"Hey!" He shouted. "No fighting until I've finished my drink!"

 

[Jiang Winters]

The Club's latest arrival - a dashingly handsome man whose species Sam couldn't quite figure out - arrived just in time to see the zabrak woman attacking one of the kiffar's brute friends, who had, somehow, managed to get himself wedged between her thighs. She wasn't sure whether the man considered himself lucky or horribly luckless.

She didn't get a chance to pay much more attention to the man or the zabrak, for the Kiffar was coming back, and he looked rather angry. Samanya adopted a defensive pose, turned sideways with her legs spread slightly, her arms ready to launch a strike against the incoming kiffar. Just as he reached striking range, that man who had arrived shouted.

"I dunno if this character is gonna listen!" Samanya replied, as she lashed out with a straight kick, which the Kiffar clumsily deflected with a sweep of his muscular arm. He retaliated right by throwing a right hook, which the agile cathar easily avoided simply by leaning backwards a few inches.

She caught his extended wrist with one hand and sharply twisted it in a counter-clockwise direction until she was unable to twist it any further, and then she lashed out with a brutal upwards blow, catching his elbow.

He screamed like a little girl as the strike ruined his elbow joint, disabling his entire right arm. "Yah little cathar bitch! Imma gunna kill you fer that!"

"Not before I snap your neck." Sam hissed, shoving back on his captive wrist to put great pressure on the damaged elbow, eliciting a howl of pain from the kiffar as she threw him back once again, though this time nobody was there to break his fall and he ended up landing flat on his ass.

 

[D.C.]

"HEY!" The red-eyed man shouted as he smashed his left, empty hand, as a fist on the counter behind him. "NO FIGHTING, UNTIL I HAVE FINISHED MY ****ING DRINK!"

Other patrons in the bar looked up from their drinks and pazaak competitions as the stranger shouted. He seemed to be very calm although he had shouted.

The man brought the glass to his lips and drunk the glass dry. As he put it behind him on the counter, he spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have finished my drink."

He walked over to the Kiffar and grabbed him by the collar, and he said to the Cathar: "If you will excuse me." He threw a very heavy punch, with his strong right arm, right against the Kiffar's jaw. "I'd like to get involved."

After the punch he threw the Kiffar on top of a table, where other patrons, thugs, were drinking and playing pazaak. A Duros among them got up from his seat and shouted: "Hey! What are you doing!?" He and his friends then threw the Kiffar back to the red-eyed stranger, who caught the Kiffar and launched his knee into the Kiffar's abdomen. He then threw the miserable near-human on the floor and smiled. Looking over to the Cathar female he said: "Sorry for that. He's yours now." He nodded and walked back to the barcounter and sat down on a stool, with the counter behind his back, and leaned with both his elbows on the counter.

"C'mon, fight. I wanna watch." He said.

All the thugs in the cantina looked at the stranger, and then at each other. They raised their shoulders and then one threw a punch right into the face of the other: who threw his attacker against a group of Rodians. The Rodians immediately started to attack random people. Once again, the red-eyed stranger had managed to start a huge barfight. He smiled and watched with pleasure.

 

[Demiurge]

River had turned around to the rest of the bar as one of the newly arrived patrons of the bar came in with some formal greeting. She didn't need the Force to tell her that he'd caught the entire bar's attention. There was something strange about him, almost threatening. Perhaps it wasn't her senses, perhaps it was intuition. She'd come to rely on both throughout her life.

River had finished her drink again, and got up from the barstool to find someone to gamble with. After all, she was a wanderer. It wasn't as if she had a steady income, and most lowlife scum were either too stupid or arrogant to deny playing a game with a Miraluka... or maybe they didn't know she was a Miraluka and though she was really blind - it didn't really matter one way or the other. It was just easy prey for her.

She scouted out one table with two playing a pazaak game. From what she 'saw', it was almost finished. Third set, and the second playing was going to bust on his next turn. As she approached, a Kiffar fell directly onto the table."What the Hell?", she said, looking over at the stranger who'd recently arrived. After bringing the Kiffar down a second time, the stranger said something to the Cathar, she couldn't hear what.

After going back to the counter, River heard him saying he wanted to watch a fight, and the bar broke out into a brawl. "Never a boring moment, is there?" A Rodian came up behind her yelling. He was saying something, but it wasn't Huttese and she couldn't understand it, so it was probably Rodese. River then quickly swung her arm around and struck the Rodian's neck, then grabbed its head, pulling it down and kneeing its lower torso, and finally jump-kicked its head on the right side, sending the Rodian crashing into the wall - all in a rapid, fluid motion.

 

[T.J]

" Honey you know how I feel about Ashes seeing men. Most if not all of them are frakin wastes of space that dont deserve her." Ares paused mid explenation to listen to the idle converstaion around him, never knowing when he would pick up valuable information. Realizing he never really quit working he stopped and continued to speak.

" Especially from Ryloth. That place is a pit of disease and villany. I'm glad we got her away from there." Ares said his last sentence dreamily before ordering a Dorian Quill for his wife, even though she said she didnt want one. Looking over to hand the beverage to his wife, Ares saw the man wedged between her legs, and immediatly took action. Qucikly standing off his bar stool and grabbing the man with his cybernetic arm, the bounty hunter flung the man dep into the pulsating crowd.

Shortly afterward the fights broke out, seemingly caused by a strange man. To Ares it was just backround noise. He had no want or need to fight, only wanting to have a nice evening with his wife. Ares was biginning to realize that it was a practical impossibility unless they stayed home all the time, but he didnt want to be a hermit for however long his life had left.

Sighing as he turned his stool to face the crowd, Ares would only join the fray if someone else provoked him. Or they tried to attack his wife, that was a sure fire way to piss him off.

 

[Thecomicbookbroad]

As her combatant soared into the crowd Evie briefly glance at a man beside her. He was odd, a species she couldn’t place. He looked neither dangerous nor intimidating- but rather…had the look he might think so of himself.

His loud protest had fallen on def ears while she busied herself pummeling the stranger who’s cuddled up to her and now that Ares had taken care of him, she noted her neighbor.

Turning to the counter and Sipping the drink with the look of a spoiled child denied a treat the Zabrak reached out her hand, searching fro her husband’s beside her.

“Filthy and unskilled.” she stated dryly.

“You get what you paid for I suppose. Stupid man.” She referred to the human unconscious on the dance floor with a flick of her wrist in his direction.

 

[D.C.]

And now on to what you came for! The stranger thought to himself. He searched the bar with his red eyes and then saw a Twi'lek male sitting in the corner. The man was drinking with his friends and they did not seem to mind the fighting.

The stranger got off the stool he was sitting on and walked over to the Twi'lek male.

"Mister... Dha'les?" He asked.

The Twi'lek looked up to the stranger. "Yes, that's me."

"Good." The stranger simply said and he pulled out his magnum. He aimed it at the Twi'lek's chest and pulled the trigger twice. The victem fell to the floor. Dead.
The persons this Twi'lek was drinking with all looked at the assassin with fear in their eyes, and by the sound of gunshots, the fighting stopped immediately. Everyone turned to see what was going on.

The stranger concealed his magnum in his longcoat and then turned around and decided his job was done and walked through the crowd towards the exit. On his way he said: "Oh my, I didn't spill the fun, did I?" His voice sounded angry and he punched one right in the face.

Many people would not understand what was going on, nor why the twi'lek was killed, but little did the assassin care. He had completed what he came for and he had to leave again. As he stood at the door he grabbed a small device which he had put on the wall and examined it. It was his auto-camera which had made pictures of all that had happened in the cantina, including the assassination. He checked out the pictures and nodded in approval.

 

[Jiang Winters]

Samanya stepped back as the red-eyed man came between her and the kiffar, watching in surprise as he got in on the action - which ultimately resulted in the hapless brute of a kiffar being tossed atop someone else's table, which naturally did not make anyone happy.

She didn't really pay attention to the white-haired fellow though; as soon as he walked away, the kiffar's wiry friend rushed her. The cathar simply side-stepped his crazed charge and extended one of her boots ever so slightly; the result was the thin human tripping over her boot. He screamed as he flew towards the bar, only to come to a rapid halt when his head slammed into the siding of the bar, significantly denting the thin plasteel siding.

He groaned as he slid down the panel and slumped over onto the floor, unconscious and bleeding from his broken nose.

The cathar smirked at the sight as she started to turn around to face the rest of the kiffar's spacer friends, only to come face to face with a heavily built trandoshan, who roughly seized her by her biceps with his cruel-looking hands. "I'm going to have ssssome fun with you, girl." He purred venomously, before throwing Sam backwards at the bar.

She landed on her back atop the bar's top, and thanks to the direction of the thug's toss, she slid right along the polished surface, and zipped right behind the zabrak and her husband. The hapless feline's trajectory sent her flying off the bar a few seconds later, and she literally flattened a hapless twi'lek dancer who got in her way. "Sorry." Samanya apologized to the blue-skinned woman whom she had landed upon, and hastily picked herself up, brushing herself off in the process.

By now, the Trando was on his way to where she had landed, but Sam wasn't going to play by the rules. She deliberately took several seconds extra to get back to her feet, and the result was she was still on all fours with her backside facing the scaled fiend as he approached her. As she had hoped, he came up directly behind her and started to reach for her ponytail - perfect. She lashed out with a donkey kick, catching him right in the groin with the powerful kick from her muscular leg.

He howled in pain as Samanya scrambled to her feet and instantly twirled around, building up momentum as she attacked with a right hook kick, which caught him right in the jaw and sent the trandoshan spinning around before he fell over backwards.

She had just started to advance on him, with the intent of kicking his face in, when the roar of a gunshot pierced the din of the barfight, causing her to freeze in place. The cathar woman automatically drew her own sidearm and looked around for the source of the shot, and saw Red-Eyes walking away from a dead twi'lek man.

Her furry ears twitched several times as she rose to her full height, her pistol lowered but ready to be brought to bear at a moment's notice. After several seconds, she started back towards the bar to retrieve her coat and leave, though she didn't holster her pistol or take her eyes of ol' Red Eyes until she saw him punch some random fellow in the face.

That encouraged her to hurry up slightly and make her way to her old barstool, where surprisingly, a cup of caf awaited her. The young cathar woman stared at the white mug for a few seconds, then sighed. She glanced back over her shoulder at the crowd and at the spacers gathered around the cursing and moaning Trandoshan, then back at the zabrak and her husband.

A few moments of debate passed and she sat back down, picking up her cup of caf and quickly taking a sip of the hot liquid. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste, and really, everyone was too busy to pay her much mind. At least, she hoped so. The spacers were to busy tending to the downed trando, everyone else was in-fighting, and so yes, she did figure it to be just safe enough at the moment for her to stick around long enough to drink her caf.