Band o' mere thugs

[Cuyan Ordo]

Bandomeer - 500 ABC

Cuyan was not here to make friends. Business demanded that he take a trip just outside of Mandalorian Space to collect some supplies for the clan. It seemed all they were doing lately was resupplying, rebuilding, and staying out of danger. It was dreadful. The local idiots were lazy and slow which meant the Mandalorian had to wait in a nearby bar for them to finish crating the goods. Lack of Imperial rule was good here, but service left something to be desired. Now Cuyan had to sit in some spaceport bar surrounded by all sorts of scum. His armor was displayed proudly and his helmet propped onto the bar in front of himself. Even outside Mandalore itself he had to make sure he looked confident. Especially outside Mandalore.

"This place ain't for the Empires," a drunken voice seemed to direct itself at Cuyan. "Maybe you got lost buddy!"

It was hard to believe someone would say that to Cuyan. He turned to see a trio of men who looked quite upset. They also seemed quite drunk. Did they believe Mandalorians were Imperial puppets? Did they believe Cuyan was here to somehow push an agenda against Bandomeer? These thugs were local nerf for brains but they had pride in their independence. At first he slowly reached for one of the pistols at his side but that would be too easy. They'd likely back down or be easy fools to cut down.

"I think you might be confused, or stupid." Cuyan muttered towards them, trying to sound gruff and tough. "Maybe both."

He slowly stood from his spot at the bar and put his hands in front of him. A smile crossed his face as he looked the center man in the eyes. Three on One without weapons would certainly be more thrilling and more deadly than blasting them down like the rats they probably were. Plus it would be less noisy and annoying in the long run either way.

"Going to back up your talk or run away, scum?" Cuyan taunted to the men who simply snarled back before lunging at the Mandalorian.

The entire bar turned to chaos as many decided this was their chance to settle some scores. Fights broke out all over and more men joined the attack against the Mandalorian. Silently, he hoped this would be an honorable last stand where he could finally die. The Manda would be waiting for him after this glorious brawl.

@Dread

 

[Demolly Ysirath]

Demolly wanted one night where she wasn't searching for someone, or worrying about where she was going to sleep, or thinking about anything really. That's why she went to this bar. To escape and relax.

Then a glass cup was flung near her during the flight, shattering into tiny shimmering pieces. Many of which flew towards her, cutting and digging into her skin. This... irritated her. Not only were they ruining her night by being loud and obnoxious, they had also cut her.

But there was one bright side in all of this... she knew exactly who threw the cup.

Pushing back on the side of the bar, she slid from her stool and faced the man. He was now swinging at some mandalorian dude. Demolly stepped forward, using the Force to bolster her strength, and caught the mans arm. He reacted with shock from her strength, and she used that to her advantage; moving quickly and hammering him right in the nuts with her free hand, which she had long curled tightly into a fist and also benefited from her increased strength.

As he breathed in sharply from the pain, a satisfied smile curled her lips, though she didn't stop there. No, she kept moving, maneuvering herself quick enough to nail one of the guys friend in the nuts; though this time with her knee. She assumed the mandalorian (@Cazar) would take care of the third guy, and not shoot her. Though she knew he could if he wanted too... she was dressed very simply, and not in any sort of Sith armor. She was wearing a pink feminine cut shirt and sweater, a black skirt and black leggings. The sweater clung to her curves, but it was long and loose at the bottom so it covered her lightsaber hilts and weapon pouch.

 

[Cuyan Ordo]

Amid the chaos suddenly erupting, Cuyan spotted a woman stepping up and hitting a couple of the men who threatened him. That was certainly not what he was expecting. He snarled a bit but also couldn't help noticing the beautiful woman. She would be forgiven for now. Unless she got in the way more. The Mandalorian squared up with one of the scumbag thugs and watched him hurt his hand by connecting with Cuyan's armored forearm. He simply shook his head and delivered an iron fist to the man's face, giving him a free nap.

"Why are you getting involved?" He muttered at the woman as the boys hit the deck. "Do you think me so weak?"

The frustration was more aimed at not getting a chance to die honorably, but he had to front anger for another reason. Mandalorian Pride was the best cover for self hatred. Cuyan noted that after the quick display the bar started to settle and the thugs scuttled off as they slowly recovered. A sigh escaped as Cuyan sat back at the bar, this time closer to wear the girl had been sitting.

"You scrap well for how you look." He noted, hoping maybe to offend her a little.

@Dread

 

[Demolly Ysirath]

There were still fights all over the cantina, but the three men her ire was focused on now laid on the floor to her satisfaction. Demolly turned when the mandalorian spoke to her, crossing her arms defensively as she registered his complaints. Not that they were unusual complaints for a mandalorian, she guessed, but she hadn't come here to get squawked at by some stranger.

"I mean you might be weak," Demolly shrugged, stepping over the bodies to get past the marauder. "I don't know nor do I care. One of them decided to throw a glass near me when I was trying to have some time off and that was all the excuse I needed," she mumbled with a clenched jaw, tightening her fists which didn't help stop the cuts on her arm from bleeding.

His last words rang in her mind while she passed by him, making her smile somewhat instead of angrier for a good reason. "You fight well for how you look." Her reply was a swift, "Same to you." She tried to hide her smirk as she walked towards the exit, enjoying her tiny victory.

@Cazar

 

[Cuyan Ordo]

Cuyan had to laugh a bit at the woman's comments. She could get herself in a ton of trouble with talk like that when it came to Mandalorians. Luckily, for him or her or both, he found it funny. She decided to walk towards the exit and leave the crazy brawl. It was probably a good idea before things got real bad with law enforcement or some idiot caused a dishonorable death. The Mandalorian decided to follow her out, slipping his helmet under his left arm as he went. This woman perhaps would be more interesting than the bar itself.

"That's bold. I like it." He said, his tone full of amusement. "What's a lady like you doing in a scum hole like this anyways?"

It was hard not to check out how attractive this woman was too. Tough, sassy, and sexy were quite the appealing combinations for a Mandalorian warrior. This was someone he could happily get to know. Cuyan studied her closely trying to figure out what she could be. The options were limited, but still too many to be certain or to assume. She could simply be a beautiful con artist for all he knew.

@Dread