A Fight to Remember

[Chairdor]

Corellia, the planet was famed for it's brash and unrelenting people and that's exactly what Hiro was hoping to find. After spats on Mettelos, Tatooine, Nar Shadaar, Bespin, and lightyears of empty space, Hiro had nearly died six ways till Sunday and it was his logical conclusion that he needed to find a companion as hardy as him. This was a tall order as he was in fact made of metal, but the droid had a feeling the planet wouldn't leave him wanting for potential candidates. Currently he was up to twenty rejections, thirty six if you counted people who just laughed at him and kept walking before he finished his proposition, dispirited Hiro searched for a place where spirits were always high and in good supply, a cantina.

Once within Hiro heard the distinctive sound of a music box playing a familiar tune, yet not one he remembered directly. Registering the strangeness and placing it in the 'probably something from your lost memory days' the functionless machine moved his way toward the bar. Tending the lengthy drink area was a lovely looking Zabrak who identified herself as Sehikwas. Hiro opted to call her Sehi, which she smiled at and says everyone ends up calling her after a few drinks. After that he made his usual request and was soon plugged into a nearby jack and kicked back listening to the music for a moment taking a moment to recharge as he recharged.

Scanning the rest of the cantina, Hiro came across the usual trappings of these liquor dens, along the bar beside him were men and women in various states of tears, rage, or a helpless combination of both all sedated by their own choosing, slowly throwing their credits away chasing a calm they can't achieve on their own. Near the end of the bar was a happier sight of a young Twi' lek enjoying a drink after work slightly marred by the stupidly drunk Gamorean trying to seduce her by using his nose as a musical instrument. When the young alien woman wasn't immediately impressed by his nasally brilliance, the Gamorean snorted and moved on to drunker game. Hiro did as well, spying the various groups playing high stakes cards, the sweat on brows always in directly correlation with the smallness of their credit piles. Then finally laying his optical scanners on an area of the bar unoccupied by tables Hiro watched as various couples and music lovers swayed and shimmied to the music and tapped his foot in unison with the beat of the song, the metronome within him making the task quite easy.

As his goggled eyes continued to peruse the various people's occupying the cantina this quiet night, Hiro found no true prospects. At least not yet.

 

[YOLT]

"Now remember, kid, from now on don't try to juggle knives."

Leonard wrapped the boy's hand one last time before standing and walking him back to his mother. She thanked him before they walked back home. Leonard leant on the doorpost and ran a hand through his already greasy hair. Corellia was nice, the people were nice, and he was kept busy. But he just wasn't busy enough. He wanted to do more; cuts and scratches weren't doing it for him. He got into the medical field not because of his dad, but because he wanted to help people. He wanted to tend to the dying, bring life into the world, and save lives by finding new cures. With ambitions like those, it was acceptable that he was bored.

Grabbing his hat and bag, Leonard switched the homemade sign to Closed and left. It was a short walk to his current bar of choice. Giving one last kick to the abused pebble he had been chasing, Len tramped up the steps and swung open the doors. The music reached his ears and brought a slight smile to his face. He walked up to the bar and Sehi greeted him enthusiastically. "Hey, Len! Usual?"

Sehi was one of the few bartenders who never kicked him out after four too many. They knew each other fairly well after a drinking contest. So you could say they were on good terms. " 'course, Sehi. I don' change."

She giggled a little as she handed him a glass of bourbon and he winked at her, before he turned from the bar and found a booth in the corner near the music player. Kicking his feet up on the other seat, Len surveyed the bar from his vantage point with the glass at his lips and music in his ears.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Ralo had been on Corellia for a few days now. After escaping Coruscant and a dicey investigation on the DSC Daudaluas he was finally ready to settle in and find some bounty work. That was the plan anyway. Since arriving he had found no know bounties posted within the system that seemed viable. As Ralo wandered the streets he wondered, not for the first time, why he had even bothered leaving Kiffex to pursue this new "career". He just sighed shaking the thoughts away. Ralo knew from the the beginning that this road would be hard, but he just didn't know how long he could wait to find a true cause worth fighting for.

Lost in his thoughts Ralo almost tumbled over the steps of the lively cantina. Huh, ya know a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Maybe after knocking back a few I can sort out this mynock nest I call my life....or just pass out. Which ever comes first.

He stepped inside nodding approvingly at the choice of music as he stepped up to the bar and waited for the bartender who seemed to be chatting with a customer she knew well. He smiled as she approached noticing just how lovely she was. No doubt this one made quite a good living off the patrons of establishment.

"Hey stranger, what can I get you"

"I'll just have a devorian rum on the rocks."

"Ooo, you like the hard stuff don't you"

She winked as she poured Ralo's drink. He chuckled and brought the drink to his lips savoring the sweet flavor and hard burn as he swallowed half in one sip.

"Well we have a saying back on Kiffex. 'If you can't remove carbon burns with it, it's not worth drinking'"

He finished and asked for another this time savoring the hard drink. He paid the bartender, leaving her a nice tip. Ralo leaned back on the bar and surveyed the occupants, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary. That was until he saw a rather beat up looking droid setting at the end of the bar. Ralo shrugged as his curiosity, and possibly a bit of the rum, drove him approach the unusual customer. He took the seat next to the strangely carbed droid and tipped his glass to him.

"Sorry if the seats taken friend, but I have to know. What brings a droid into a cantina?

 

[Tribunal Power]

At the end of the bar, with a hood drawn down and a hat on her head, a woman sat hunched over two empty glasses. Dark brown hair spilled over slender shoulders, the tips just barely touching the bar as her blue eyes searched through a third glass in her hand. A few people approached the bar not far from her, stealing the bartender's attention. Cerise could wait.

"Hey there," came a voice beside her.

She turned to look to see a young man with thick black hair and tan skin, a sneaky smile on his face. His light durasteel composite armor had merc written all over it. A blaster rested on his hip in a leather holster. The handle of the blaster was shiny, the leather of the holster crisp, not faded or worn. She couldn't see a scuff on his armor anywhere. Cerise knew the drill; throw a few pick-up lines, cart her off to a room somewhere, have his fun and make some excuse to take off.

"Won't work," she said, face still pointed to her cups.

The man paused, giving her a confused grin. "What won't work?"

Teetering slightly, Cerise turned to face him. "You're gonna tell me some story," she said, slurring her words slightly. "You're a mandalorian war hero, or you're a Jedi slayer, or you once beat a Sith in a shit-eating contest. Tryin' to impress me so you can crawl down my pants. Won't work."

Surprised, the man replied, "I was only going to do the neighborly thing, and refil your drink."

Tempted, Cerise turned away from him. "I got my own creds," she persisted. "Don't need you." Don't need anybody.

"Look, I'm not trying to--"

"Save your crying for some other woman," she interjected.

Irritated, either by her words or by the fact that she wouldn't look at him, the man reached out to touch her shoulder. "Lady, you've got a real problem--"

His hand made contact, and Cerise spun round, a gloved fist hurled swinging about and landing flat on the man's cheek. He swirled back, shocked, and Cerise staggered as she stood, the barstool upon which she sat falling over with a clatter that nabbed the attention of most of the barflies. The merc let out a swear and lost his temper, coming at her; she put up her dukes, jabbing into a hard block before catching a heavy fist in the gut. With a gasp, she bent down, but when she came up her glass was in hand; she smashed it into the side of the man's head, and he recoiled with a scream, glass cutting into his face.

Alcohol and blood splashed nearby patrons, and the merc staggered into a table, knocking it over. Cerise clung to the counter, her thinned blood pulsing from her hand--the glass got her as good as it got him. But the merc wasn't done yet-- he lunged at her, throwing a straight left. A lean dodged the punch, but another caught her in the chin, and she stumbled against the bar, dazed.

Impact hit her in the gut, and she caughed and gasped and reached out to claw at her attacker. But a hand caught a fistful of her hair and yanked her up, and another impact landed under her eye, sending her sprawling to the ground in a daze. She saw boots standing in front of her, when suddenly they turned to confront someone else. The sound of a fight echoed overhead as she realized someone saw the merc beating on a woman and jumped on him. She got to her knees and struggled to her feet, bringing her fallen barstool with her.

With a heave and a hollar, she lifted the barstool and brought it down on the merc's back. The metal legs bend and cracked, the cushion of the stool flew of and the metal band that held it together fractured and flew off. The merc went down in a heap. But just as quick, someone else came at her, and she swung the stool to the side to clear the area in front of her. A pair of arms grabbed her from behind and she dropped the stool, lashing back with her head; it made contact with the face of whomever was holding her, and she stumbled free, reaching for the bar.

Her heart raced as she turned to look at the fighting that had started. All she wanted to do was leave her shame in a bottle. That's what she got for trying. Her hand lifted to her lip and came away bloody, and her head felt like it was splitting open. A bottle landed against the bar next to her and shattered, making her jump, but she was too drunk to see who'd thrown it. Maybe she should go...

Just as she lifted from the bar, a man with a bloody nose-- probably the guy that grabbed her-- came from the crowd and threw a swing at her. She suspected he was drunk too, because he missed and staggered chest-first into her. She turned and shoved him into the bar, but he bounced back, ready to fight. Cerise wasn't meant for bar brawls; she needed a way out. As the man readied to attack her again, she looked for an exit strategy...

 

[Chairdor]

Sehi began speaking with other customers and Hiro found himself drifting off in a sort of rest-mode which he quite enjoyed. As the arc of electrical current flowed into the edge of his metallic frame unlit in many moons as his long travels kept him far from many power sources, the droid lifted his arms, testing the slickness of their oil bearings as he stretched them slightly. As they lowered and the robot kicked back he played with the cord attached to the inner bar as if it were a tassle, flicking it too and fro. A corner sensor caught the partial change in Sehi's tone as she spoke to one customer in particular, someone she knew well, but his original mission at least for now was forgotten as his bar stool tipped back ever so slightly and he continued to keep beat with the next song that came on. This sense of peace wasn't endless however as he turned his head to address a stranger who had begun speaking to him. There were moments were the inner machination of Hiro despised the outer cowboy that spoke so unrestrained and free of even his advisement, but now was not one of those times as the kindly drawl poured out as smooth as the drinks Sehi poured nearby,

"Course not pardner, and that's as valid a query as any other I suppose. Droid in these parts could juice up just bout any part, but I tend to like the atmosphere in these spots, even if it costs a few credits more. Sides, it's worth it for the moments of excitement that can come up,"

As he finished this the clattering bar stool alerted the droid to the fisticuffs taking place down the bar and said gripping his hat cheekily,

"Like that,"

Hiro took his time removing the electrical cord from his chest and throwing it over the bar, all the while scanning the fight between the hooded figure and her swearing assailant, Hiro noted the person on the bars superior martial knowledge and lifted himself for a better view as half the bar did the same. Blood came quick as a whip as it often did in these debacles and as the merc flew back knocking over a Sabaac table, naturally those winning at that table's game were enraged and infighting there broke out among the gamblers as Sehi didn't skip a beat pressing a button encasing the more expensive liquors in a tight metal case before moving towards a safe room to contact authorities.

Looking back to the fight Hiro noted the one on the bar was female, though this didn't change his assessment that this wasn't his fight and the spunky gal could handle herself just fine, meanwhile there was another girl who did require some assistance

"Scuse me pardner I'm gonna go ask that pig fellow to dance," Hiro said as he moved off the bar heading toward the Twi' Lek woman he had spied before, the Gamorean suitor returned in the chaos to try his luck in a more forceful manner. Sticking his ugly purple tongue all over her disgusted face the pig man made unbelievable squeals before making one far shriller than the rest as Hiro swiftly clubbed him over the head with his revolver and offering his hand to the spit-covered alien girl. Taking her in stride he lead her swiftly to the exit before turning about to asses the rest of the swiftly unraveling situation in the cantina.

All about him people of all species, gender, and level of intoxication played chicken with each other's fists and faces and just about everyone was losing or winning depending on your version of the rules of chicken. In any case blood was thicker than liquor on the floor of this particular dive as Hiro dove back in to the fray fighting his way to the juke box for some reason. Bound by some sense of strange duty not tied to his earlier aid of the Twi'lek the droid swiftly worked his way through the throng of fighters and connected himself to the music machine shifting it to a preselected song, as it's first lyrics passed through the robots audio sensors his hidden face creeped into a smile as he turned to hold off a drunken assailant to insure the sharp sick of glass he was holding didn't enter another fellows back he was aiming for.

All about him Hiro noted the cries of agony and frustration as this collective of lost souls at last unleashed their fury not upon those who had harmed them, the system, society, their government, but each other in misguided jabs cuts and shots without end or purpose. Hiro did his best to make sure as many fights as possible didn't end with lethality by knocking out the most vicious of fighters, but in the end he saw he needed to somehow stop this madness. And an ironic song just wasn't going to cut it tonight.

 

[YOLT]

Leonard watched the fist fight break out from his secluded spot. So far the fight hadn't made it down that far and he decided not to get involved. He'd most likely be bandaging up everyone later on, but he wouldn't throw any punches. A bottle shattered against the next table over and he felt a twinge of regret for not getting a refill before the booze was locked up.

Tapping his foot to the beat, Leonard sipped on his drink, hand resting on his bag beside him.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Ralo could not supress a chuckle as the strange droid began to speak. He had almost never heard this accent, much less from a droid, and he found it hilarious. Ralo looked in the direction the droid indicated, though he didn't really need to as the whole cantina went silent as the two duked it out for a moment. Ralo just watched noting the females style. A bit unrefined but no less effective. He smirked realizing the syle wasn't too far off from his own. He raised an eyebrow as the merc was sent stumbling into a table raising the ire of every participant in the game as they began arguing of who was wiinning. That's when all hell seemed to break lose in the lively little cantina.

Ralo was about to be content just watching the festivities as he sipped his rum. That was until the merc got his opponent on the ground. Ralo saw the look in the merc's eyes, he was about to finish the girl. Ralo couldn't allow that. He stood and swiftly approached the merc, catching his shoulder and spinning the merc to face him. The ugly s.o.b. instantly launched a series of quick jabs directed at Ralo's face. Unlucky for him, Ralo wasn't quite as drunk as his previous opponent, and he defeated the combo with a few quick blocks. Just as he was about to launch a counter on the merc, Ralo heard a battle scream and saw a bar stool swing and slam the merc in the back. The guy ragdolled and hit the floor in a heap. Before Ralo could comment the scrappy girl was already getting hassled by others. As Ralo moved to help the woman another pair came at him from the right.

Ralo just smirked and he met them head on. The brawler closest to his right swung a wide hook, which Ralo parried by swinging his right arm up and clockwise. His oppenent now slightly off balance, Ralo put him on the floor with a quick sweep of his right foot. Ralo then quickly ducked the jab of his other oppenent and lashed out with his left fist checking the man in the gut. Ralo then quickly rose and hit the poor sap with a devastating right upper cut just, sending the guy flying back before he could even double over from the gut punch. The patron he put on the floor was just starting to get up, but before he could Ralo turned a quick spin and hit the fool with a hard kick to the head.

Clear of the fight for a second Ralo couldn't help but notice the completely out of place song now playing from the jukebox. He glanced over and saw the droid from earlier fiddling with it, guessing he was trying to calm the mood a bit. That's when Ralo got decked hard on the cheek, He instinctively turned with the blow and lashed out with his right leg, clipping the bastard in knee. The kick gave Ralo a bit of time to get his wits as he completely his spin and saw a trio coming at him. He just smirked again.

"Well come on then you spineless bantha turds, show me what ya got!"

As the three came at him Ralo realized this may be just the thing he needs.

 

[Raydo]

Aldrin had no intentions of getting involved in the brawl, he was here on business. This all changed when a young man swung a mug at him after getting caught up in the fight. He ducked underneath the drunken swing and sent a hard punch towards the man's stomach. The man crumpled on the ground as he moaned in pain. Aldrin stood up and looked around around him. There were three men approaching a single man. The single fighter looked quite capable, but Aldrin was in this fight now and it seemed in bad taste to join the side with more numbers.

He ran the 10 feet gap in between them and tackled one of the three men. The man was caught off guard but reacted quickly. Aldrin wasn't able to get him on the ground but got the mans attention. The man swung with wild and powerful swings towards Aldrin's head. He was able to dodge out of all but the last one. As the fist connected with Aldrin's jaw his vision flashed white before the room began to swim. Aldrin gathered himself before what would have been a finishing blow and began sending punches towards the man. The first was an uppercut to the man's jaw.

"This is gonna be a heck of fight."

 

[Tribunal Power]

Her attention was raptured by a man taking on all the adversaries around her. He was the one to deal with that merc, for which Cerise was thankful, but she still had problems of her own. The fellow with the bloody nose came at her again, and she ducked low, a fist passing overhead. Rocketing her fist forward into his gut, the man hunched and lurched, and Cerise stomped forward, planting her shoulder into his stomach. With a heave, she flipped him over her shoulder, staggering to the bar for balance as he slapped painfully to the floor. She turned quickly, shouldering her way through the crowd while she had a chance, making her way to the exit.

The drunk woman stopped. She reached her hand to her head, and realized she forgot her hat on the counter. With a swift turn, she headed right back into the fray; she would not leave her hat, even if she had to fight everyone in the cantina.

 

[Chairdor]

Hiro listened to the grunts and whinnies of so-called intelligent life and watched as their addled minds and heavy chemical imbalances caused them to smash and punch and cut and scrap until many were left on the floor in bloodied heaps. If he felt compelled to breath the droid might have sighed, instead he moved to the bar to check on Sehi. Seeing no sign of her, the droid logically concluded was good as she most likely was still waiting out this idiocy. Remembering what she was waiting on, Hiro noted local electromagnetic frequencies until he caught wind of some useful chatter, officers were moving in and fast, five minutes at most. Noting even he wasn't innocent in this sad debacle, the droid made to the door, but as he swiftly left accidentally knocked a drink and hat off the table to the floor, lifting the hat swiftly so it wasn't terribly wetted Hiro shook it lightly causing a mini storm of droplets to smack a nearby Wookie. Such an action was seen as terribly disrespectful to the furry humanoid who swiftly gripped the droids shoulder roughly denting the bot with his immense strength.

Alarms went off internally as Hiro assessed the hull damage before he made the only choice he could that involved keeping his arm. Self-preservation forcing his hand and trigger finger, the droid unleashed a single slug into the hairy foot of the Wookie. Instantly released from the vice-like grip, a horrible cry of pain coming from the surprised aliens lips, Hiro swiftly turned still holding the hat as he bumped and smacked his way through several fights, some slightly stilled at the sound of gunfire. Concealing his weapon as best he could, the droid slowly sped up until he was nearly sprinting toward the door.

Just as he arrived however he was thrown back as the door crashed in, buckling backwards into a heap of drunken brawlers, the droid looked up expecting the police to have arrived, albeit slightly ahead of schedule, instead he looked into the expressionless visor of a Mandolorian helmet. Eying the fearsome insignia he bore, the same bourne by his five comrades, Hiro instantly cross-referenced potential identities of the newcomers and unfortunately couldn't stop his rebellious voice from once again unleashing without thought,

"You're Kartak,"

Looking down at the droid the Mandolorian said nothing for a second, then laughed,

"Yes yes I'll sign an autograph later, I just emptied a freighter and I intend to take the coin to fill my gullet," Looking past the pile of men Hiro sat upon the Mandolorians noted the brawls still going on throughout the bar, "Well well looks like the party started without us,"

As a group the fearsome warriors walked up to the bar and noting there wasn't a bartender swiftly shot the locked liquor cabinets open and began distributing the now free booze by flinging it into the fighting crowds, some were caught, other bottles smashed on the backs of unsuspecting fighters, some just landed on the floor lightly cracked but no worse for wear, other bottles slid down the bar of every make, type, and quality. Hiro at this point had gotten up still holding the hat and took a moment to see how this entrance might effect this chaos.

 

[YOLT]

Leonard just about spit out his drink when the Mandalorians entered the bar that was quickly becoming a war zone. But that would've been a waste of precious whiskey. Instead he pushed his way to the bar and grabbed a bottle of bourbon. Then he started back to his seat.

The booth was within sight and he was praising his luck at not being targeted when a drunk Rodian stood in front of him demanding the bottle be given to him. The doctor looked him over. He was fairly buff but reeked of alcohol. His eyes were glazed and his hands shook. Obvious signs of a spice addiction. Rolling his eyes Leonard reached out and pinched a nerve on the Rodian's arm. The humanoid fell to the floor in pain, his arm useless and twitching. With his precious bourbon still in his possesion Len continued to his seat in peace, ducking under flying chairs and fists. He presumed the cops would be arriving soon and he'd be innocent. Drunk but innocent.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Ralo readied himself as the 3 men came at him, but just before they got there the one furthest to his right was tackled by another man. Ralo gave him a quick nod of thanks and before the other two could recover from the shock of there friend being pulled from the fight, Ralo pounced. He leaped forward grabbing the faces of the other 2 drunks and forced them down with all oh his body weight, slamming their heads hard into the floor.

As Ralo stood up ready for more opponents he heard the sharp crack of a slug thrower. He winced, knowing that once one went off more were sure to follow. It was also then that Ralo heard the distant sirens as the local law was finally coming to investigate all the ruckus. Before he could make a move for the door another drunk came barreling at him. Ralo quickly ducked low and as the poor sap hit him, he lifted up throwing the drunk behind him to crash down on a table. As that happened the Mando's had walked in were declaring their "heroics" and began pelting the fighters with booze and bottles. Ralo just growled, knowing it was only going to rile up the fighters even more. He turned to the mando thugs and yelled over the fighting,

"Hey you mando assholes, why don't ya stop making this worse and actually do something useful for once!"

He approached the group as what seemed to be there leader stepped forward lifting his helmet enough to take a large swig of whisky.

"Wow, look what we got here boys. I think this scruffy looking hutt boil doesn't know who we are."

The mando merc threw down the bottle letting it shatter on the floor and put his helmet back in place as he chuckled and looked back to his comrades, before turning back on Ralo.

"Let me show why you don't don't mess with Kartak's Raiders, boy"

The Mando came at Ralo suddenly, but just as quickly stopped and sent a quick left hook at Ralo's head. He quickly ducked the merc's punch, though it was just a feint as the real attack was a hard knee that slammed Ralo in the lip. As he fell back the Mando grabed his arm and pulled him back hard as threw a hard right jab. Ralo caught the punch and locked his hand around the mando's fist and he struck back with hard knee of his own, hitting the mando hard in the gut. The mando yanked his right hand free of Ralo's grasp, though that just left him off balance as Ralo struck him hard with several hard palm strikes about his head, knowing punching the helmet would just hurt his own hands.

The Mando jumped back.

"Hmph, not bad kid. Not many people in the galaxy that can keep me on my toes, but know I'm afraid I'm going to have to end you"

As the raider finished he pulled a vibro blade from behind his back. Ralo wiped the blood from his lip and pulled his own weapon, his custom made vibro hatchet.

"Well then come on you Mando dog....try it."

 

[Tribunal Power]

Ducking under an elbow, sidestepping a falling fighter, stumbling over a broken stool, Cerise made her way to the counter again. She grabbed her had and shook a bit of clear liquid from it, slapping it crooked on her head and spinning about again. It was then that she heard the crack of a slugthrower, making her jump and lean against the bar to gather herself. Several other people stopped the brawl at the sound; some ducked and others looked, but Cerise began moving. She headed quickly for the door.

Suddenly multiple armored men burst in, and Cerise stopped in her tracks, ice blue eyes open wide as she watched them. Mandalorians, by the look, or at least their armor was; Cerise could handle a thug or a drunk, but she wasn't about to dance with a Mando, not with a soaked liver. Taking a staggering step back, she looked back to the bartender to see him distributing alcohol freely.

Maybe she didn't need to leave after all...

Bottles started flying-- full ones, this time-- and one came her way. She reached out with both hands, reaching forward, reaching, reaching...

It flew through her spread hands and thunked off her chest. She winced in pain, but clasped it quickly, fumbling it, but saving it before it crashed to the ground. Tucking it under her arm, she pulled down the brim of her hat, stepping away from the crowd quietly. With a quick glance, she stole a peek at the bottle-- Dantooine Distillery vodka. Not her brand, but the way she saw it, shitty vodka beat no vodka. She popped the top and inhaled, taking a deep and long swig, letting the hot breath out of her mouth.

The cracking headache from the beating she took seemed to dull with each swig, so she kept taking them. She heard scuffling again, and turned to see some scrappy fellow tangling with the lead Mando while the others sat back and watched. Most of the fighting was beginning to die down now thanks to the free booze and the new tough guys, but this one didn't seem impressed. He threw some insults and attacked, and soon, blades were out.

The desire to leave arose again in the drunk woman. If only she could remember where the door was...

 

[Chairdor]

The Mandolorian's had not helped the situation and Hiro's earlier shooting seemed to only have a small ripple in an ocean of violence as bottles and faces were broken in equal measure. Scanning the area he saw one fellow of interest, an unassuming lout of a man tied up with a Rhodian, yet suddenly the Rhodian stopped moving due to a simple pinch from the man, Hiro unfortunately didn't catch the precise move, hoping to use it himself, but if his hardware survived this idiocy he would be sure to ask the user. Someone had smashed the juke box not completely breaking it, but instead causing it to repeat a single song over and over again

Looking over to the offending Mandolorians still thrusting literal alcohol onto the symbolic fire that was this cantina, the droid observed the fellow he had briefly interfaced with was now approaching the leader of the despicable clansmen. Following the lead of everyone else in the place, the two swiftly fell into fighting which Hiro found about as interesting as a swimming pool in a hurricane. Switching to radio frequencies to perhaps get a time estimate on the police's arrival the robot came across an interesting bit of dialogue between two frantic officers on the all points bullentin,

"Convicts are extremely dangerous under Kartak aka the Steel Scorpion, he and crew wanted dead or alive, bounty 10000 credits,"

Watching as the Mando produced his blade and waiting for a clean shot, Hiro produced his weapon once more and fired four quick shots making sure to aim them precisely into the folds of his armor. Luckily the Mandolorian had a brief moment of pause as he stared his opponent down causing all bullets to hit with a degree of lethality in the 98th percentile, such a shot was said to kill a man instantly, but Hiro noted a brief gulp emit from the man which may or may not have been a nervous reaction. It was the reaction of the other Mandolorian's he was focused on however as one began to scream hysterically and two others procuced their weapons and looked in the direction of the shots, knowing he wouldn't be able to apprehend the whole gang Hiro swiftly aimed two more shots into the head of the closest of Kartak's entourage causing a buckshot of blood to cover the helmet of the screaming Mandolorian. Aiming his gun at the Mandolorian aiming his weapon at the droid, the robot listened as the man began to shout,

"I counted your shots on that slug shooter, six shots...your de-" the Mandolorian's body slumped to the floor while his head rolled across the bar, Hiro noted the man's swiftness in his counting ability and silently lamented that it was for naught, Hiro had once had a simple six shooter, but his new piece held sixty instead.

"Everyone do settle down now-" Hiro began, but just as he did the doors caved in on the chests of two extremely burly police officers, a Bothan and a Correlian both decked head to toe in riot gear. Noting Hiro's closeness to the door and his drawn fire arm they swiftly fired to ion shots into his body, meant to stun a living organism, but quite a bit more effective against a droid. Hiro swiftly short circuited and slammed onto the bar floor, immediately he began to reboot, but it would be minutes before he was fully back online.

 

[YOLT]

'Holy...' As the two policemen in riot gear showed up, Leonard sprang to action in his quiet corner. The fighting had stayed mostly to the other side of the bar, with only a few skirmishes occurring where he had sat. But still, a number of people lay on the floor, injured or unconscious but hopefully not dead.

Tucking his acquired bottle into his bag he began moving from one person to another. If they were awake his accessed their injuries and since none were major he usually was able to fix them up in minutes. If they were not awake he merely made sure they were alive, and didn't touch them.

When he came to the Rodian he had incapacitated earlier, the man was sitting against a booth nursing his twitching arm. "Sorry for havin' ta do that. it'll wear off in a lil' while. But I don' take kindly to anybody touchin' my bourbon. If ya know what I mean."

He left the man there and moved on to other people. He was fully aware of his soaked liver, and the fact that his eyeballs were floating in whiskey and bourbon. He was also highly aware that his actions would eventually draw the policemen to him, but he had no part in the fights. He was just the poor, drunk doctor that had to clean up the troublemakers afterwards.

Once he had efficiently patched up the people on his side of the bar he approached the policemen. Immediately he had a gun pulled on him, "Put that thing away for god's sake! Golly gee. The people you want are hiding behind the counter. It's the Mandos that caused this mess! I'm just here ta fix people up. So let me pass."
It was surprising that the two listened to him given his rumpled appearance and state of drunkeness. But they stepped back, givin him access to the stunned man. He dropped beside him and immediately looked for a pulse, only to find it wasnt a humanoid that had been stunned, "Good god...he's a droid. I'm a doctor, not a mechanic!"
He got to his feet with that exclamation.

 

[Tribunal Power]

Watching in a stupor as the droid ruthlessly put down the mercenaries, Cerise was too far in her bottles to really appreciate the gravity of death. She gasped in awe as gore splashed on the walls and spattered to the floor, watched in a fascinated wide-eyed stare as the droid put precise and calculating shots into the armored men and put them down. She felt like cheering for him.

Then the police came in, and Cerise instinctively tucked her buttle under her arm and tried to be cool.

They put the droid down and she let out a muffled squeak for him, before seeing the roving doctor tending to the fallen. He made his way to the droid, and exclaimed that he couldn't help. Taking another swig of her courage, she set the bottle ever so carefully in the middle of the floor, approaching the situation.

The law enforcement officials were understandably nervous. There was a bar brawl and a shooting, and now they had three dead bodies and multiple injuries. One of the officers began going around to sort the situation out, which mostly meant cuffing and getting statements, as Cerise approached the fallen droid.

The remaining officer looked to her with his weapon in hand as she neared the doctor. She probably looked like hell; her lip was split, her left eye was swollen and bruised, and she was covered in blood, some of which was hers. Her knuckled were gashed and bleeding and she moved with an obvious drunken swagger. The officer looked edgy as she came closer. "Woah," she said, lifting her hands as she swayed. "It's cool. I'm cool. We're cool, daddio. Jus' gonna take a peek a'the droid fella, tha's all. I'm an engineer. It's cool."

The cop watched as she knelt down, easy and careful. She pulled her datapad from her belt, the keeping one hand open and her palm toward the cop. "We're cool," she repeated drunkenly. "Gonna be like three little Han Solos in here. What was Han Solo like?" She looked from the cop to the doctor and said, "Know what Han Solo was like? He was cool. So we're all gonna be cool like Han."

She began to run a diagnostic scan through her datapad on the droid, detecting that he was mostly arlight, just a bit scrambled. His system was rebooting, and there didn't appear to be any significant damage from the ion blasts. She quickly looked for something she could use, something unexpected, that could make a big enough distraction for them to get past the cop and get out-- something electronic nearby, anything, that she could hack quickly to cause some chaos.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Ralo waited for the mando to make a move, when suddenly he heard the loud crack of the same slugthrower from earlier. He watched as the Mando leader fell dead right infront of him, with 2 more of his cronies falling soon after to the same shooter. Ralo reacted before the last 2 could draw their weapons. He rushed at the pair, suddenly rolling low between and just behind them and swung his vibro hatchet hard between the armor of the mando on his right, severing his spin as he hooked his right arm around the legs of the one on his left and pulled hard putting the merc on the ground. He then turned and hopped quickly onto the back of the mando and put his vibro hatchet right on his neck.

"You move, you die friend."

The mando just froze not moving an inch. Ralo then looked around and noticed the police had finally arrived. The fighting had finally stopped and the cops were now cuffing anybody who looked like they took part. As they approached him Ralo slowly pulled his hatchet away from the neck of the mando, giving a quick look to woman he had helped earlier tending to that interesting droid He had talked to. The cop finally reaching him Ralo stood up, thinking fast of how to get himself and the others off the hook,

"Hello officer, just incase you were wondering who started this whole mess, then look no further than these Mando thugs."

The copper nodded as he surveyed the 4 dead mandos and the one still living on the floor. Ralo resisted smiling, happy his bluff worked. Then he had another thought.

"Yeah the came in and just starting throwing booze all over the place officer. In fact if it hadn't been for me and my fine friends over there, the whole place would've been torn down."

As he spoke he nodded toward the girl, the droid, and other fellow, not quite sure who he was but he may as well get some of the glory. The cops just nodded again, looking impressed as they recognized the group and the roughly stood the remaining merc and hauled him off to the side with the other arrests.

Ralo then joined the others around the strange droid, noticing a slugthrower still clutched in his hand. He chuckled and knelt down with the others.

"Well ain't that some shit..looks like this droid probably just saved my ass."

Ralo gave the droid a quick pat on the shoulder. He then looked at woman who seemed to be even more plastered than before.

"Also don't worry about the cops, your alibi is taken care of sweetheart. Got those mando's taking the fall for this little rumble,"[/COLOR ]Ralo nodded to the other man standing beside them. "You to pal, though I have no clue if you even fought anyone."

Ralo then gave another quick look around, seeing the cops were finishing up and about to head out.

 

[Chairdor]

.....Rebooting....Rebooting...Rebooting...

Flashing, sparking, moments of brief consciousness clogged and flooded by latent data packets. the droid slowly recovered, a ticking percentage of progress gradually eking upwards as he reinstated his basic codes and did damage control on his vital memory core. Everything was following protocol exactly as the bot expected when a small video began to play, for a moment Hiro thought it might be some outside sensory data seeping into the semi-dormant droid, but Hiro noted the orientation of the video faced outward, meaning the content of the video was supposed to be produced by the droid as was the audio that came with it. Both were suppressed due to Hiro's shocked condition thus the others around him heard nothing, but the robot watched in awe as an elderly man began to speak through him, in his own voice, the voice not robotic, but full of life in a seasoned and strange drawl,

"Well howdy Ginny, how's it going? I'm sorry I didn't make it to your birthday, I tried so very hard girl, I did, but life don't always get its way,"

The man on the screen, a wrinkled man wearing a hat much like the droids slowly stood from his chairs, a mark of true effort registering on his face as he slowly lurched forward and then swiftly leaned on a cane as he began to shake from standing,

"I hoped to get healthy for you, to play our little games together again, but alas darlin, you've gotten as big as I've gotten old, but while I can't do much in this hospital, I still get time with my tools and with those moments I made you this, he's a droid, but don't treat like any ol bucket of bolts, you see I made him differen, I-"

The man instantly shot away into the darkness within Hiro as his optical and auditory sensors returned. Shooting upward, Hiro instantly slowed as he noted two unrecognized figures nearly atop him. Slowing to reorient himself to his animated surroundings, the droid began to recognize the woman he had noticed earlier, the first to fight and from the look of her the last to fall, he didn't recognize the other fellow but quickly took note of his slightly bloodied hands and drunken stupor yet noted he had no noticeable injuries himself, which led Hiro to two logical conclusions, either this man was an incredibly strong fighter or more likely he worked in some sort of medical faculty. At last Hiro noted a newcomer, the fellow who had spoken to him before and was just as friendly with the two people above him, as he noted they were in the clear due to his quick thinking in blaming the Mando's Hiro finally noted his software was finally re-patched with diagnostics on any damage to less than critical systems slowly fading into the background.

"Well howdy to the three of ya, and thank ya for comin to my aid in varyin fashion albeit," Hiro began tipping his hat as he slowly leaned forward, the gears in his waist giving a small squeak of effort as the droid slowly rose, readjusting any and all fluids throughout his body to reorient himself in perfect balance. Once this rather involved process was completed. Hiro turned his head without moving his body to spy what appeared to be the leader of the officers currently giving some rather bloodied individuals a lecture on decency in society, as he ran out of fumes and the drunks were shuffled off, some home, some to hospitals, others to a holding cell depending on their circumstance Hiro tapped the large officer on his shoulder, the man turned swiftly his face redder than some of the drunks and immediately stepped back with slight surprise at the sight of the masked individual, Hiro tipped his hat and began,

"Well thank you officer for kindly controllin this disturbance, I do hope miss Sehi is fine and dandy,"

"I'm fine as I'll ever be bot boy," Sehi called from the door before continuing to list charges and damages to a pair of bored looking officers, Hiro gave a wave then continued,

"Now I'm here about my pay,"

The rotund officer didn't speak for a moment after hearing this then began, "If you're looking for damage money that'll be through the courts, stupid drunk" the last words were muttered and Hiro understood his cynicism, but continued by explaining,

"Not damages officer, rather the matter of a bounty,"

"Bounty?"

"Yes sir, 10000 credits to be rightly paid to the fella who killed hisself Kartak and his riotous buncha Mandos,"

"We just gave that information out, you couldn't have possibly known that, you're lucky were not hauling you in for murder,"

At this point Hiro removed his mask revealing his battered robotic face and clicked his radio interface cycling back to the luckily uncorrupted audio file, playing the audio with the chiefs own voice detailing the bounty and Kartak's crimes, the chief blanched and shook slightly, but looked defeated as he gestured toward a snippy looking officer who swiftly produced a purse filled to the brim with credits,

"Get the droid his cleaning money, and damn it we need a more secure frequency for bounty calls," Hiro quickly collected his due from the purse and walked back to the trio who had helped him, without speaking he began to divide it among them, "Figured I didn't do this all by my lonesome and yall helped me when I was in need, so I figure you all rightly deserve this,"

 

[YOLT]

'Well slap me blue and call me a Chiss...' He gaped ever so subtly (read: not subtly at all) as the droid rebooted and started talking. And that accent! By golly he'd never heard anything like that come from a droid before. He was still not quite himself when he took the money, automatically saying his thanks. Then he noticed the state of the woman beside him who had really helped the droid out. "By god, ma'am, sit down an' let me look at ya."

His drunken mind still had one thing on it, and that was fixing people. He never quite understood why he could still care for people in this state; he chalked it up to years of training by people who had seared it in there. He forced the lady into a chair and started tending to her. He quickly ran a medisensor over the worse looking areas just to be careful. By the looks of it most of her problems were cuts and bruises. Sealing up the cuts quickly and giving her something to take the swelling out of her eye quicker (though she'd still have a bit of a shiner for a day or so), he finally took a look at her hand. It was sliced open from the bottle. Tsk-ing a bit he pulled out some anesthetic, "Now this'll sting a bit. Or a lot."

He cleaned out the gash, and her hand. Now that the blood was gone he could look at it better. He checked that there was no glass in the wound before pulling out the kit to suture it back up. Cuts could be sealed easily. Wounds like hers, not so much. Getting to work he efficiently sewed up her hand in a few minutes. "The stitches'll dissolve away when the flesh heals back."

After packing his bag back up and standing, he offered her a hand up. "You're welcome and no, I ain't got no lollipops."

Chuckling, he winked at her.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Ralo graciously took his share of the bounty, giving the droid another friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Well now that you're up and about let me thank you for that quick shooting earlier"

He then watched for a minute as the doc fixed up the still completely drunk girl, then decided to drag over one of the few tables in the place that wasn't in splinters so they could all sit around it. He went up the bar and ordered all of them except the droid of course a bottle of whisky, leaving a rather large tip to at least help with all the damage. He came back to the table and set the bottle and a few glasses down.

"Well I don't know about everybody, but I find myself curious about what brings you 3 into this cantina tonight and from the look of you; I doubt you're gonna turn down free booze"

He poured the other 2 humans a sizable glass of whisky each. He sat back with his own glass to see what the others would do.