Aurora's Awesome Adventure

[Aurora Fett]

A Good Day For Bad Decisions

Aurora had never owned a ship, in a galaxy as bustling as this one transportation was everywhere. She usually made a friend, jumped on a ship, killed a few dishonorable people, and went on her way. now aurora wished she had a ship. To her there weren't many worse fates than spending a weekend on a garbage planet. Sure there were bars and bounties and all the usual fun, but garbage planets had garbage people. She had not met an honorable person in the week she had spent on this rock. She captured a few bounties, went to a few bars, but the contractors, contracties, and potential partners were all garbage. they had no honor, and no fun. This was no place for an almost 20 year old girl. This was no place for a mandalorian. And she was both of those things.

She wandered close to the city, because she preferred drunkards to gangsters. She wore her armor and held her helmet wishing to show off but not actually fight tonight. Of course a good fight sounded better than what she was doing, and her honor did prevent her from turning one down. Nothing would make her happier right now than some alcohol, some friends, and someone she could show off to. Whether it be by fighting the strongest guy at the bar, or being the first to get drunk enough to kiss someone Aurora's biggest fault at this point in time, being an adrenaline junkie.

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

A door swung open from a nearby cantina and a guy more or less ejected out from it. He seemed pretty shaken, all things considered, and there was a good bruise above his right eye. He looked back towards the door, having positioned himself in a sit, before crab walking backwards as Herrith appeared out of the doorway, clenched fists and a relatively pissed look on her face. She approached the guy and delivered a kick to his nether regions before crouching and lifting him up by the collar, punching him in the face again before standing and spitting on him, turning back to the bar. The familiar whine of a blaster powering up stopped her dead in her tracks. Of course, it didn't have to be that extreme. He just happened to be guy looking for people to kidnap. Easy money when you're hired by the right people. She sighed and slowly turned around, raising her hands and looking at the human with the growing black eye with a slight smile.

"Now, that's just rude. How about you put the gun away and go off on your own business. Plenty of other lovely idiots in the bars across this entire bloody city. You started this, anyways. Be glad I didn't cut out your eye."

It was a reasonable negotiation, to be honest. He probably didn't need blood on her hands, especially when that blood could have been used to be put into slave circulation. So, after some thought, the guy put away his blaster and limped off to go look for other prey. To be fair, pheromones probably had a say in how negotiable the Zeltron was. After all, she wasn't the best at being nice.

Then she noticed the Mando walking down the street and knew that something bad was about to happen. Kriff.

 

[Aurora Fett]

That, now that was a bar Aurora would like. She was sad to see the broken man leave, being eager to kill him herself. But the conflict was resolved and something far more interesting caught her eye. That woman, that pink woman. She was someone who fought with honor. And so she decided to start on her five year plan to claim her rightful place as Mand'alor. She had a feeling this warrior in the rough would be a crucial ally to have. She entered the bar and tried to prepare for the one thing she had never trained enough for... SMALL TALK!

She sat at the bar next to the strange pink woman. Wearing her full armor and skull backpack she knew very well how much she stood out. She tugged the bartender's sleeve "two of whatever she's drinking." Aurora said. When he returned with the glasses she said one down the counter to Herrith "to strong women." She said, took a drink, then narrowed her eyes and asked "what did he do?"

 

[Cod Tavz]

How Cod ended up on Nar Shaddaa he did not know. He recalled going to a magic show and volunteered to get into a box, the box closed and it was cozy and warm so he just fell asleep. He woke up and pressed on the box opening it to reveal he was on a ship of some kind. Approaching a friendly looking Gamorean he kindly asked where he was and was politely bludgeoned. Some odd amount of time unconscious later he awoke in a heap of garbage. This was not unusual for the less than legendary layabout, but what made it odd was the smell. This was not a Coruscant smell, this was something completely different and besides toppings on pizza, Cod didn't do different.

So it was with all the determination he could muster that Cod set forth on his epic quest, to find a phone to call his Mom to pick him up. Walking on the many streets he found wonders beyond compare, drug vagrants, graffiti telling him various ways to die horribly and even a dog that turned out to be a horrifyingly large rat with no fear of humans. After ten seconds of sprinting, one minutes of screaming, and a lot of crying, Cod collected himself and proceeded onward.

At this time the young failure noted a similar downtrodden man with a black eye,

"Hey bro you know where I can find a phone?" the man merely shook his head then began to shake violently and began spouting off why aliens, women, and used hovercraft salesmen were ruining society. This was good information, but not what Cod was looking for so he moved on to hit up a bar.

Cod had never been to a bar, but he had played many bar simulators, some involving dating, others involving making drinks, and of course many that involved going in and killing everyone while saying witty one-liners. Combing these important lessons as youth always blindly do what hologames teach them, the indefatigable Cod Tavz kicked the door to open it dramatically. It did not open though and a slit at the top opened and he was yelled at for damaging property. Eventually he was allowed in by a very angry looking Rodian as he sheepishly made his way to the bar. With no money, little charisma, and no friends that weren't hologame characters this young fellow would have to do the impossible. Interact socially.

Walking up besides Aurora he was about to press X to speak with her until he remembered this was a real person which explained their lack of health bar. They were chatting up another NPC and he saw they had gotten two drinks. "How thoughtful" he thought thoughtfully, "They ordered two drinks so potential friends could come drink with them"

Taking the friendship drink he took a hefty sip and promptly spit it on the floor, "Oh geez this is terrible soda" he said before giving a friendly wave to the bartender recalling they were often questgivers,

"Greetings tavern keeper, any taskings you need tasked for significant payoff and or loot of a higher rarity?"

 

[Aurora Fett]

The bartender looked at Cod in complete shock as the other glass slid down to Herrith. He had just stolen a drink from a Mandalorian whether he knew it or not. The bartender didn't want anyone dying in his bar tonight so he sat another cup where Aurora's sat and filled it before she could have enough time to be mad. "How have you survived this long kid?!" The bartender asked "you're just trying to get yourself killed tonight."

Aurora held the new glass possessively, unwilling to let it slip through her fingers. She looked Cod up and down wondering how a man like that survived so long in this Galaxy. "Well since you all ready took my drink you have to talk to me now." She said, trying to maintain power over the situation. "What is your name, and what are you good for?" She asked, her cold voice could bring grown men to tears. If Cod couldn't come up with something to impress her she planned to put a blade through his skull.

The tension in the bar could be cut with a knife, Aurora had been waiting to get in a fight. But powerful Allies was more important to her right now than cracking skulls. Aurora refused to believe that man was just incredibly stupid. Mostly because she needed him to be more, she needed him to be someone who could help her accomplish her dreams.

 

[Cod Tavz]

Cod smiled as the bartender did what NPCs often did, which was rattle off a set of lines, this one amusingly was about how he could possibly have survived this long and that he was doing something particularly dangerous. That was just patently false as the least dangerous thing in the universe is friendship. Continuing to drink the crappy tasting friendship soda that burned his throat, the red hoodie wearing hero looked at the armored person who looked at him the same way except with her eyeballs rather than his.

Her questions were direct and he was pretty sure it was a her thought the helmet did muffle their voice. This maiden of the fairer sex said he had to talk to her now, which he already knew cause that's totally how offering a friendship soda worked, nodding at her questions he responded with words of meaningful language,

"My name is Cod Tavz and from the words of my mother I am 'Good for nothing' however, my dad said that's only half true and he would then clarify that half of nothing is also nothing so in a roundabout way he was agreeing with her... also I can make a mean chimichanga, I stopped making them because they were all very rude."

He smiled a flash of surprisingly white teeth glinted across the Mandolorian's black visor. Cod took the friendship soda and drank the last of it suddenly feeling like it wasn't so bad and wondering why this establishment was spinning themed, at least that's what everything seemed to be doing.

"Strong soda," he said with a hiccup, "But like yeah, what's your name and deal, you look like your good at lots of stuff like drinking with a helmet on, that's neato."

 

[Aurora Fett]

Aurora's helmet came off with a satisfying snap hiss, then slammed on the table. Her face was rather soft with the exception of the large scar over her eye. The skull on her back made it clear what she was good at. She was good at killing things, but this strange man... She needed three, no four drinks before she could finish this conversation. The liquid poured quickly into her.

The bartender knew mandalorians well, he kept the bottle of blue liquid on the counter and poured more as needed. Ok, now she could speak to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" The drinks softened her tone but her bluntness was to her core.

She wouldn't say more, she knew the less she said the more control she would have, but she could at least answer his questions. "I am Aurora Fett, not everyone believes this but I am the Slayer of Mythosaurs, creatures so terrifying a man like you would piss himself the moment you saw one." And that, was all he got to know. Aurora was suprised she said that much, this man was oddly endearing. She needed more ale

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith hardly moved as the armor clad Mando sat down with a heavy sound, ordering two bottles of whiskey and introducing a toast to "strong women". Hmph. The voice modulator distorted her speech quite a bit. Untrained ears didn't pick up on that. So it was a woman beneath the mask. Then the Mando inquired as to what exactly the guy did. Best start talking.

"He's a slave trader, or at least works for one. Tried to get me to drink something I would have regretted and wake up on Nal Hutta in a dancer's costume. Pathetic. Completely thought I would have fell for it."

Suddenly, a drink was taken by some kind of clearly confused man by the name of Cod Tavz. Everything he did implied idiocy of the highest order. Either he ws high on spice or was just trying to screw around. That's the only explanation she could have thought of. The Mando, suddenly., removed her mask. A relatively young woman with a large scar going over her eye. And the skull on her back said all that needed to be said. A lethal weapon. Then she introduced herself to Bumbling Idiot. Seemed like he was an expert talker despite his faults. The Zeltron said nothing and kept her eyes level with her drink. Last thing she needed was to say the wrong thing and get pummeled into a wall by a Mando. And hopefully Cod would find this Aurora interesting enough to ignore her. Wishes were wishes, though.

 

[Cod Tavz]

Cod watched as the Mandolorian took their helmet off and he immediately got nervous, not because she was a girl, or a pretty girl, or even that she was an attractive female, but the scar caught his attention. No matter how hard the less than lethal layabout tried he could not resist the urge to mention unmentionable things. He could dodge responsibility, shame, and even gingivitis, but when given the opportunity to say the wrong thing he might as well have been frozen.

Don't say scar, don't say scar don't say scar

"SCAR-...Ed of skeletons I see?" he blurted out before growing quiet. He wasn't sweating you were. An audible slap came from the bartender as he served the young woman a copious amount of soda, somebody was about to get their fizz on.

When the question came Cod nearly deflated, but as he was only three percent helium he didn't have far to flatten and instead rubbed the back of his head causing his orange hat to shift about like a nervous bunny that was orange which was probably why it was nervous cause that thing was a guaranteed hawk dinner.

He was about to reply when she introduced herself, she talked about slaying Mythosaurs which oddly enough was a raid boss in his favorite Holo MMO, so that was why he was attracted to this chick, it was obvious. The pale complexion, the tough stand offish attitude, the cosplaying, this was a gamer girl through and through.

"Now now, I haven't pissed myself since the second time I took the third grade," Cod replied with a smile, "As for what's wrong with me, I suppose it's that I live in a galaxy with literally trillions of other individual stories trying to be heard and understood by at least one other person, but at the same time thinking maybe I don't deserve it, maybe despite being told I matter and I have a voice that I truly am no one to nobody. Yet with that creeping doubt I feel like there is something more in me. Maybe I'm a fool...but you know what they say. 'Fool me once, fool me twice, fool me chicken soup with rice',"

Silence for a moment and then a small clap came from the bartender who had a streak of a tear running down his face as he looked back fondly at a photo on the wall of him singing on some far flung stage many years ago. He was probably young broke and stupid, but one thing was for sure. He was happy and whenever anyone asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, that's all Cod ever answered. Happy.

"I mean, hey, I'll say it. I have dreams, I got plans, I have things going on in my head, we all do. So tell me what's your dream? Or yours? Or yours?" Cod said pointing to the Bartender, then Aurora, then some pink alien who looked like she wanted anything other than to be pointed at.

 

[Aurora Fett]

Aurora would not forget about her other conversation. She needed a crew, a team of people she could trust. Herrith was much more her speed, quiet, reserved, and to anyone who liked women Aurora included very beautiful. She wasn't signing any wedding vows, she told herself. Just noting everyone's strengths.

She sensed that Herrith didn't like Cod, which was difficult because she enjoyed the presence of both of them. She needed to break the ice but Mandalorians weren't famous for their social skills. Aurora would do what she did best. Bluntness. "Let it be known that anyone who fucks with either of these people tonight will share the fate of my own foes." She said and slammed the skull on the table.

She spoke quietly again, this time to Herrith. "That should reduce the amount of people who who try something by 72%" she hoped that would do the trick, friendship from a Mandalorian had at least some value in this Galaxy. She smiled at Cod to let him know she was listening. "I don't have a dream, I have a plan." She said to both of them. "Im going to be Mand'alor, and to do that I need powerful friends."

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herritu grimaced as the idiot and the Mando continued their conversation. Then Aurora decided to show off her truly Mandalorian social skills by causing even more attention to themselves and challenging the multitude of easily capable people within this bar and partially ruining the peace. Then, to further bring the situation to a higher state of idiocy, she leaned in and provided an exact statistic to how safe it was. The skull was slammed on the table and the Zeltron could feel the tension in the room, exponentially increasing her headache. Then, Aurora seemed to expose some kind of bold plan. Halfway through a swig of whiskey, Herrith choked and set the bottle down, coughing and then revealing herself to be giggling as she rested her forehead on a hand. Once she regained her composure, she responded.

"Lady, you look damn fine and all, but the last thing I expected from you was a plan to become the greatest Mando of all Mandos. Who would've thought? Not me, but probably plenty of others do, so I won't judge."

She turned to face the two fully.
"And if you think a bootstrap and a man with the IQ of a male krayt dragon are gonna do much, and frankly, I normally think very highly of my skills, then you're bantha fodder crazy."

A pause.

"I'm in."

 

[Cod Tavz]

Cod's dream speech had struck a cord with at least one among them as the barkeep begin shifting through his office to produce an old guitar. Moving from the bar he walked up to what appeared to be a stage covered in dust. Turning to the patrons who grew increasingly restless from Cod's flapping mouth and Aurora's declaration of friendship and violence, the bartender began to play a simple riff. His hands took their time to realign before eventually he got it right. Smiling he began to sing a tune from his home world.

Cod was happy to see the man hadn't given up on his dream, but he was also thirsty and so were many others who blamed the red hoodie wearing punk for their parched state.

As they approached Cod smiled at Aurora, she had the biggest dream he'd ever heard,

"That's so cool you want to be a planet?" He mused on his research of the galaxy mostly from playing turn based strategy games, "and Mandalore is a good choice, you get to be covered in trees and rocks and junk. Good luck finding friends powerful enough to pull that off."

It was clear he was mistaken about his initial thoughts when the zeltron began speaking. She had a lot of things to say about a pretty dumb guy and Cod was glad whoever it was didn't hear them. When she eventually said she was in Cod was going to ask if he could also be in as the opposite of that is being out and Cod wanted the opposite of not wanting that.

Instead, the poor fellow was hiked up by a thirsty Wookie who promptly roared in his face. Despite his laziness Cod had actually taken a year of Shyriwook in high school and promptly answered the furry fellow,

"Well grrroowllla to you too and might I say la baina es del fuego"

As Cod was lifted higher and his arms were spread tightly he recalled he actually had taken Spanish in high school which is weird because no one seemed to know what Spanish was.

"Uhhh Aurora....pink lady....bartender who has dreams?"

As Cod began to grunt under the strain of Wookie strength, he realized his dream was for this to no longer be happening.

 

[Aurora Fett]

Aurora smiled as her first two crewmates joined in. And finally she got the fight she had been waiting for. What the Wookie had not considered was how wide spread his own arms were a he pulled Cod's apart. She pulled a long vibroblade out of the skull on the table. She made a point of spinning it between her fingers before separating the Wookie's arms from his body leaving them hanging off Cod.

Unsatisfied with her challenge she raised the dagger to the sky and announced her challenge. "Who else dares challenge mandalore!" She called and looked to her new partners. First mission, separart as many limbs from bodies as they could in one hour.

Then she remembered something. "Really quick, do either of you have a ship?" She asked, the fury of mandalore needed a way off Nar Shaddaa. She said the bottle of blue liquid in her skull bag and awaited the next Challenger.

 

[Cad Rau]

"Aye, i'll call you another hundred." Leaning forward to push a stack of credits forward with his metallic cybernetic arm into the already size-able pot. Beside that was the neatly stacked Sabacc Pot, which had grown a considerable amount as the game had been going for quite some time. Smiling at the Bith across from him, the two of them holding the largest stacks of credit chits between them, Cad turned his attention back to his cards while idly playing with a credit chip that, tapping it on the table next to his helmet. The hand was shit, but this was Sabacc and in Sabacc shit could turn to gold in the blink of an eye. Taking one card from his hand, The Idiot, and placing it face down on the table, Cad then placed an interference chip on it to freeze the card.

The table was filled with rough customers, as if there were any other kind on Nar Shaddaa. The Bith across from him had a jagged scar running from the top of his bulbous forehead to the bottom of his... Cad wasn't quite sure what organ it was that occupied the lower region of the Bith's face, it was either a mouth or some strange sort of genitalia. To his left was a rather filthy man named Raytar, who was losing quite badly, his slowly dwindling pile of credits migrating its way to the other members of the table. To Cad's right was a tough looking Duro pirate, her right eye replaced by a cybernetic similarly to Cad's right arm and left leg. And then there was Cad, bristling with weapons and suited head to toe in battle scarred Mandalorian armor, pitted and reforged many times over the course of his long career.

"I'm going all in." The Bith who's name Cad couldn't remember stated once the betting chip came around to him, laying all his cards down and placing similar interference chips on them before pushing the pile of credits in front of him into the pot. A low whistle escaped Cad's mouth, the number of credits at the center of the table downright salivary. Tch-ing to himself, Cad regarded his cards while the Duros pondered.

"Can I get you gentlebeings anything?" A scantily clad Twi'lek serving girl asked as she strutted her stuff over to the table. Nobody seemed to react for a moment, until Cad piped up. "Aye, you can sit in my lap here and kiss the cards, i'm gonna need all the luck i can get." Flipping a credit chit at the girl as he spoke, which quickly disappeared into her shirt as she glided into his lap, giving the remaining cards in his hand a big smooch. As she did so, the Duros folded, the game too rich for her blood. With that, the remaining cards in play went blank for a moment as they randomized, new suits and numbers appearing on them. Repressing a smile, Cad ran a hand up the Twi'lek's thigh, the cold metal of his cybernetic making her shiver as it played over her hip. "Thanks for the luck, I'll give you more than just that tip tonight." Whispering in her ear as his left hand trailed down her hip and to the blaster on his thigh, pulling it gently from its holster as he pushed the credits in front of him forward into the pot.

"I'm callin' you." Placing a two of flasks on the table next to the face down card, followed by a three of flasks. Flipping over the face down card to reveal the idiot, Cad grinned like a madman at the Bith across from him. "Y-y-you cheated!" The Bith roared as he surged to his feet, grabbing at a blaster on his belt. But Cad was already there, and in one swift motion his already drawn blaster rose above the height of the table and sent a ruby red bolt of energy flying into the Bith's chest. It was over in an instant, the Bith falling back into his seat, smoke curling from his chest as the blaster pistol fell from his hand, clattering to the ground. "Anybody else?" Glancing from side to side at the remaining pair of gamblers as his pistol wavered back and forth between the pair of them. "I thought not, darling would you start stacking those for me? care for another game?" Speaking first to the serving girl sitting in his lap and then to the remaining gamblers, Cad placed his blaster down on the table and began stroking the shaking Twi'lek's lekkus as she counted credits.

Just then a spray of blood spattered the Twi'lek's front, with a few drops getting on Cad's face. Looking past the dead Bith, Cad's attention was drawn to an armored woman shaking a dagger in the air above her shouting, a dismembered wookiee kneeling with her arms at his feet. "I ain't ever killed a Mand'alor before" Cad muttered to himself as he wiped the flecks of blood off his face. The Twi'lek moved to get up, but with a snap his hand moved from his face to her lekku, gripping them, and with a gentle tug assuring that she stayed sitting right were she was. "Hey! That's right unsanitary, getting blood all over the place. And is that a skull on the bar, thats like, twelve health code violations. What if that Wookiee had some sort of disease, now this pretty little whore here needs to get tested before i can kriff her!" Cad shouted from his seat, annoyed amusement clear in his voice as he nodded to the trembling Twi'lek in his lap. His eyes flicked from the Mand'alor pretender to the pair with her, sizing them up.

@Sword of the Jedi @BlackJack @Herrith

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith turned in her seat as the Wookiee took Cod into the air and growled in his face. Well, this had just gone to brix in a parsec. Then, in a flash, Aurora sliced off the Wookiee's arm at the almost same moment that a blaster bolt impacted somewhere to her rear. Oh, kriff. Why did cantinas always end up like this? The Mando yelled a challenge and turned to the side to see if either of them had a ship, which the Zeltron answered with a slight nod and a nervous glance about the room. Hardly caring about the fact that the Mando had just dismembered a giant bush, the greater danger was the yelling voice she took as a challenge to the almighty young lady that apparently was itching to slaughter half the planet. She turned her head to the voice's source, a man with a terrified looking Twi'lek perched on his lap, and almost felt sorry for the tailhead as he had her by the lekku. Damn, that ought to hurt. She noticed the guy was staring at her, and also noticed the charred body of the person he'd just shot. Oh, they were gonna die. Brilliant. He was probably sizing up the exact way to slice them all to bits.

"Ah, um, yeah. About that-"

The bar was deathly quiet by this time. The Zeltron was dying for one of those "I'm With Stupid" signs right about now.

"Sorry, for the trouble I guess? Fights happen pretty often in here anyways, so, uh, I'm sure this couldn't possibly be any different."

Hopefully pheromones and her ever perfected charm would do the trick and snuff out this burning fuse. That was fodder, though, and she knew it. The knife in her sleeve felt mighty reassuring right about now. Part of her wanted this to end peacefully so she could finish her drink. The other part was the burning need to slice someone's throat open. What better time to practice, as insane as that sounded? A hole in the wall was hardly a good news story.

Either way it went, she was ready. And was also doing her best to give a calm look to the panicking Twi'lek. More or less of an honor code there, the two species, Zeltron and Twi'lek, being the more popular choices for kidnappings. Fun times.
@Sword of the Jedi @Arclight @BlackJack

 

[Aurora Fett]

"I'm a woman of my word, what can I say?" Aurora walked towards him and took the dead mans seat. "It's real sad you have to have your women tested," Aurora said. "I guess they don't know much of Mandalorian armor." Her voice challenged him eagerly. Though secretly she wished he would join her crew, she could use another soldier.

"I see this going one of three ways," Aurora said. "One, we fight to the death, and I never lose. Two, we go our separate ways and surrender our honor. Three, I buy a shit ton of whatever you're drinking and see what two mandalorians can do against the entire Galaxy." She leaned on to his table. "Your choice, old man."

 

[Cod Tavz]

Cod learned something about dreams today, dreams are hard, they take a lot of work, real work not just belief, and sometimes dreams are nightmares you can't wake up from even if you try really hard wake up Cod wake up don't let this Wookie rip you apart! Luckily for Cod and unluckily for the furry beast trying to literally get a piece of him, he was rescued by the lady with the skull who casually dismembered the less than gentle giant with the same finesse as a fine ice sculptor, except this ice bled and screamed.

The bartender stopped playing his guitar as his dream faded in his eyes, he had a wife at home and two kids and his livelihood was tied to this place, he'd never rock worlds, but by being who he was he rocked his family's world and in the end, isn't that what was really important? That and cleaning up all the blood.

Still alive, the Wookie let out a baleful shout as he declared, "I was merely giving this young one a traditional Wookie massage, my dream was to be a chiropractor and show the galaxy my kind are not simply mindless beasts. Forsooth I see the twinkling of my demise, dying light of my dream, take me to the warm shores of Kashykk, tell my mother I'm coming home!"

Unfortunately it was all in Shyriwook so to the crowd he was just making roar and gurgle noises and then fell over dead. Cod might've been traumatized by the whole affair, but he was tickled pink holding the larger furry arms in his hands both by the prospect of hilarious puns and from the blood dripping out of them.

Looking about he saw a bunch of folks looking disappointed as many had produced instruments and gotten into costume as if to prepare for some impromptu song about dreams and how they weren't such bad guys, but watching the Wookie have his arms cut off scream and die seemed to put a damper on the mood. Shifting back to their drinks and problems the dreaming people of this tavern saved their soulful wishes for another day.

One would expect a barfight, that was kind of the cliche, but the bar had a sign up that declared no fights in eighty three days and no one wanted to break that streak. Casual arm removal and an assassination or two, that's fine, but a brawl was just out of the question. Seeing the action slowly settle back to normalcy Cod approached the pink skinned chick and held the wookie's arms aloft,

"Bet I could make some mean ass oven mitts out of these, bake me some Wookie cookies,"

giggling like a school girl the playful Cod, already having forgotten his brush with death approached Aurora who seemed keen to talk to some dude with a neato robot arm and a less than neato erotic servant. The Fett was stone cold of course, but Cod could see Mr. Robot probably wouldn't back down as he already had lasted two seasons and was slated to be renewed for a third. Attempting to inject some levity in the conversation Cod approached holding up the treasured arms,

"Careful not to get on my friend's bad side or I'll have to exercise my right to bear arms"

Laughing heavily at his own stupid joke Cod fell back in an unoccupied chair except it was occupied by a particularly drunk alien who just kind of rolled with it.

 

[Cad Rau]

Cad sized up the self proclaimed Mand'alor's allies as she strode over to his table. His eyes lingered on the Zeltron, appreciating her curves. She seemed competant. The other one... not so much. Turning his attention back to the would be leader, his left hand gingerly swept up the blaster off the table once more, as her hands were occupied with shoving the Bith from his seat. The muzzle of his blaster would level on her chest as she began to speak, finger resting gently on the trigger.

And the words that came out of her mouth... Cad was truly dumbfounded. A smile crept onto his face, followed by chuckling laughter, echoing through the cantina as the twi'lek girl continued to shake on his lap, silent tears sliding down her face.

"You're a special kinda stupid aren't ya girl." The humor on his face dropping away, his eyes cold. "You still believe the fairy tales they tell the bakrinr don't you, about how beskar'gam is nigh indestrucible, forged by the masterful clan armorsmiths. Let me inform you of a little something... It's all bullshit," Twitching his blaster at her to draw attention to it, Cad continued, "How many bolts you think your armor can take from this pistol before it starts pokin' you full of holes? Two? Three? Doubt it would take more than that."

"Please..." The Twi'lek on his lap pleaded before yelping and going quiet again as Cad squeezed her Lekku tighter, maintaining eye contact with the mandalorian girl "As for how this is gonna go, well thats where we're gonna have a bit of a disagreement. The only way this is going, is me and the whore are going back to my room, where i'm gonna stuff her holes till i get my moneys worth." The girl whimpering in his lap as he continued. "As for you, well thats your choice. Back to your drinks, dead on the floor, back to my room with your little pink friend over there, your choice."

His finger tightened ever so slightly on the blasters trigger, just a hair off from activating the gun. He was intimitely familiar with the gun and its sensitive fine tuning, and with the slightest twitch of the finger it would send a blaster bolt slamming into the Mandalorian girls chest. "So what's it gonna be Euk b'ami'r? Its been a while since i've had a true blooded Mandalorian in my bed."

@Sword of the Jedi @Herrith @BlackJack

 

[Aurora Fett]

Rage filled Aurora as the man made his offer. She had placed herself right in his line of fire thinking that some of his honor withstood the scum he surrounded himself with. She had another place in mind. Over his lifeless corpse. She knew this wasn't an easy task but she had a really bad plan in mind.

She slammed her palm into the underside of table sending it toppling over Cod and protecting him from blasterfire. The table was followed quickly by her vibrosword which found it's place at Cad's throat. "Let's make one thing clear." She declared. "You may be intimidating to the scum you surround yourself with, but today you face the future Mand'alor." She looked him dead in the eye. "You were the biggest fish in a puddle now you're in the ocean pal."

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith wrinkled her nose slightly in disgust as the Twi'lek continued to lose her composure, and the old man scanned the Zeltron once more.. Kriffing keetar freg... She could see the blaster clearly ready for use, knowing that this could all go to brix in a microsecond. The next few moments could very well decide the rest of the outcome of the night. Aurora was bound to start a fight and get half of them killed, and Cod...well, was just unbelievably mediocre in any fashion. Herrith had a few options that might defuse the fight. Each had their own pros and cons. And was that Mando talk she heard? Not like she could understand it, but a few holotapes were fun to watch when she had nothing to do.

The Twi'lek was gonna reach a breaking point sooner or later, the Zeltron had definitely noted the tightening in the lekku. Disgusting scoundrel. Oh, how badly she wanted to shove that metal arm up his rear end. Then he went on to suggest another option, letting him go do his thing with the Twi'lek, which normally would have been an acceptable outcome for her, but this was just too far. She was about to suggest going back to their drinks, but then he turned it back on Aurora the temperamental Mando. Kriff. This sucked.

Then Aurora did the brashest thing possible and started a fight.

She could use her pheromones, gas the whole bloody place and get the guy to listen a little, be the morally deprived person she once was and be the 'mediator' in this instance, or be a total asshole and crack a joke. A dilemma between option one and three. Two was out of the picture, at least at this stage. She smirked and stood up slowly so as not to appear a threat and slowly took two steps forward, raising a hand.

"May I talk before you guys go full Mando Mode and level this side of the hemisphere? Yeah? Alright. Listen, drinks are pretty nice, and it's clear that this guy doesn't want to be part of your merry gang. So, how 'bout we put the blade and blaster down, at least for now, finish our drinks, get to know each other a tad, before deciding to cut each other's throats? I'm all for the fight, ya know, just think this should be thought through a bit more, y'know? Plus, the petrified tailhead over there seems a bit like collateral damage."

She winked for extra measure and then attempted to get Cad's attention. Please don't make this worse.