Cantina Chaos

[Meckabro]

[beebox4=500px] Today unlike most days, the cantina was energetic and booming, obviously due to the presence of the Hutt. Your usual scum and villainy would be at the cantina, but the atmosphere was much more lively than the usual dark empty cantina where you can usually only hear whispers and murmurs from the far off tables in the corners. Keddo, surrounded by his very large entourage of thugs and overseers, would be taking a drink from his wine glass as he enjoyed the tunes of the band playing. He'd watch the dancers do their twirls and elegent maneuvers, along with barking orders and commands to the stressed and overworked slaves that did his every bidding. While some where enjoying themselves, most were filled with fear being even near the presence of the Hutt, as crossing him would be the death of them. [/beebox4]
[beebox4=500px] The Hutt would look over to his majordomo, a shady figure, dressed in a trench coat with his hat covering over his eyes. His true identity known by virtually no one, being around him always gave you the feeling he was transmitting every word you say and putting it in some bank inside one of his cybernetic body parts. Being bored and feeling as if he had no one else to talk to, the Hutt would start conversation with his majordomo. [/beebox4][beebox4=500px]< Such astounding dancers, wouldn't you agree majordomo? Dancing is truly an art perfected by those with nimble, elegant, and beautiful bodies. Something most of us can never achieve. > [/beebox4][beebox4=500px][/beebox4]

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@Zaphod Norblebrox and anyone else

 

[Nor'baal]

He stayed silent as he walked through the crowd behind the gargantuan Hutts throne, his armor weave body glove clinging to him underneath his MCV vest. The Majordomo was always alert for danger, his firearms (OOC - As in profile) as his side, his eyes scanning the assembled crowd for the smallest hint of danger. Approaching his master now, he offered a bow, for it was best to err on the side of caution when dealing with a Hutt and spoke "Your tastes never falter in their refinement my Master." he spoke, buttering his Master up to the best of his ability.

Handing the Hutt his datapad, which contained a list of approved visitors for the day he added "Might I ask your eminence to approve the attendance list for the day, most beneficent of Lords?" he enquired, taking a cursory glance around the room to allow himself a discreet look at the dancers.

Well.
Being Majordomo did have some perks.

 

[Meckabro]

[beebox4=500px] An expected response from the majordomo, the Hutt always knew the answers before he even received them. When his majordomo requested he look at the attendence list, handing it to the Hutt, he would swipe the list, skimming through the names. In a non-caring tone and attitude, the Hutt would wave his hand saying < Yes.. the list is fine. > handing the datapad back to his majordomo. Not long after the brief moment of conversation, what appeared to be a rival gang would make their way into the cantina, grunting and giving glares to everyone in the place. The hutts entourage would defensively grab hold of their guns, but the Hutt with the flick of his hand would tell them to ease. Looking over to his majordomo he would say, < Keep an eye on the gang, and deal with them if necessary, we wouldn't want to make a mess in front of all of these esteemed guests. > Yes, the Hutt could have easily had his entourage slaughter the gang, but he wanted to see his majordomos capabilities, a test per se. He wanted to see how the majordomo responds and acts in a situation, as he wants to build trust and loyalty with him. Today he would see what his majordomo is capable of and take note of how he acts...[/beebox4]

 

[Nor'baal]

Offering another bow as the Hutt returned the approved list back to him, the Majordomo stowed the datapad back in his jacket and followed his Master's orders. "I will see to it that the day's events pass without hindrance your.... he paused unsure of what to say "....majesticness?" he hoped the Hutt paid his made up word no heed, and stepped off the recliner upon which his master rested.

Taking a route that ensured he was keeping to the walls of the room, and behind the main crowd, he kept his eyes on the gang that had seen fit to attempt to cause trouble and locked eyes with the gang leader. Moving his jacket so as to expose the Butt of his Sunspear Pistol, he stared at the man, and slowly shook his head.

 

[Meckabro]

[beebox4=500px] < Ho ho ho! > boomed the jolly Hutt. < Please majordomo, do not speak to me so formally, you are my friend! > The Hutt said with a disgusting smile. His demeanor would change as he snapped his fat fingers for one of the slaves to come. < Give this poor man some wine you uncivilized peasant! > Boomed Keddo as he smacked the slave sending them crashing on the floor, quickly scurrying back to their feet running to get some wine for the majordomo. As this was going on, the gang leader could be seen whispering to his members and glancing back at the majordomo whilst speaking. Suspicion was growing and everyone could feel it. The slave would return handing the glass of wine to the majordomo and running back off, avoiding eye contact with the intimidating Hutt.[/beebox4]

 

[Nor'baal]

Dran was still confused as to how exactly this Gang had been allowed to get in. He made a mental note to dress down the door security later on, just something else to add to his rapidly expanding list of tasks. All in all he was not overly concerned about their threat level, a simple assessment on them affirmed that their fire arms would do minimal damage to the Hutt should they be allowed to level any fire at him.


Drawing on his cybernetic memory bank, he confirmed their physical descriptions against his own records, all of which confirmed that every member of the Gang, unsurprisingly, had a history of welching on agreements with Keddo, as well as an even longer history of violence. The HUD on his cybernetic eye raised the alert level from medium to high. He briefly considered what the best course of action would be.


Waving away the cup-bearing servant with a casual gesture of his hand, tapped a few buttons on his wrist mounted communicator, alerting the HK-51-Class Droids he had personally brought into the Security Team when he had begun his work for the Desilijic Family. Since joining he had made several basic yet effective changes to the operation, removing the organic elements from his masters Close Protection detail, and replacing them with a quartet of HK-51-Class Droids, Dran simply found them easier to trust.


On the outskirts of the room, the four droids could now be seen, one of which moved to place itself in front of the Hutt's throne. He said nothing, monitoring the room from his position, waiting to see how the gang reacted. Placing his jacket over the back of a nearby chair, he placed on a black half-cape, adorned with the motif of his Master, and drew his DL Class Pistol, and stepped out of the crowd, in front of the Gang, silence falling across the room.


”If you’re hear to cause trouble, get on with it, or clear out.” he stated bluntly, the HK-51-Class Droids lifting their Czerkan Assault Rifles to level them at the Gang, Drans pistol never flinching in its unwavering aim at the Gang leaders chest.

 

[Meckabro]

[beebox4=500px]The gang leader, acting as if he hadn't been looking at the majordomo the entire time would slowly stand up snarling at him. His stature was very tall and the gang leader was extremely toned, covered in scars. "I wouldn't shoot that blaster if I were you." said the gang leader arrogantly as the rest of his gang members would draw their blasters. The cantina would slowly begin delving into chaos as people started panicking and running over one another to escape the place. During the moment of panic, the gang leader would yell "OPEN FIRE!" and blaster bolts could be seen firing all over the room on both sides of the cantina. Keddo, being swarmed by his bodyguards would be escorted out of the place on his hoversled, leaving his majordomo and the rest of the Hutt thugs behind to fight off the opposing gang.[/beebox4]

 

[RED-1]

Vane was sitting at a corner table just having a drink he had just been working for the Keddo the Hutt. You know just moving things from one place to another with out asking whats in the boxes. It was nice to have the extra help the Ummm... cargo specialist he had come along. After his return this morning he was ask to get a drink and talk to Kaddo the Hutt to thank him for the job. So people said it would be a good idea. The night was going good until some people showed up. The mood in the place changed Vane knew it when all the blaster started to come out and started to fire. Vane pushed the table over and slid behind it as bolts of light exploded around him.

He pulled his custom blasters out and fired back at the unwelcome visitors. Two of his shots hit a man in the chest the heavy bolts burned deep in to his ribs. The man twisted and fell to the ground smoking. The smell of brunt flesh and smoke filled the room quickly.

 

[Redmerc]

< Ho ho ho! > The sound of what appeared to be another Hutt laughing echoed throughout the Cantina, loud enough to completely smother the noise along with the hustle and bustle that went alongside it for just a moment.



After a few seconds a wet squeaky sound could be heard, emanating from the Hutt’s slimy underside as he slid forward on the ground, mostly thanks to the mucus like lubricant which coated his body. Skorphoxx would enter the main lobby of the Cantina, the visage of the large, brown, ugly and overall disgusting Hutt coming into view. Pimples, warts, and other obscenities coated the leathery like skin of the blubbery slug, a large tattoo of the Jiramma sigil inscribed on his belly. The worst of the atrocities that surrounded the Hutt, however, would be the stench which accompanied him, comparable to that of Coruscant’s worst sewers.



Skorphoxx’s reptilian like eyes would survey the room, looking around at the various individuals gathered and the situation which was taking place before him. The Hutt’s glance would fall upon his fellow ilk for just a moment longer than the other patrons before his piercing gaze fell upon the gang leader who was now attempting to injure his kin. Taking aim with his repeating rifle that was already in hand, Skorphoxx would press down on the trigger with a single fat finger, dispersing three shots towards the gang leader in an attempt to disable him. If successful, the Hutt would begin to do the same to his companions, all the meanwhile allowing a jovial and sadistic laugh to escape through his lips.
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[RED-1]

He stayed behind the table, he continued to fire his Pistols. then the lough, the Hutt lough. The firing stopped for the moment the Hutt entered the room his fat hands holding a blaster rifle. It fired bolts of light shot out rapidly the light hit the gang leader. one shot hit his arm two hit his chest he flew back over a chair and crashed on to the ground. The two men with him lifted there weapons but one of them was cut down instantly. Rowan fired his both blaster pistols at the other man one of the blaster bolts strike him in the head his other hits the wall behind him. the mans head shoots back as he falls to the ground. he watches for any others that could be a threat.

 

[Meckabro]

[beebox4=500px]After giving the orders to open fire on the cantina, the gang leader would duck and run back letting his men cover him to not be shot immediately by the shady figure working with the hutt. As blaster bolts went around the room he could see his men falling and Keddo's men falling, tables were turned over for cover and it seemed just about every damn glass bottle was shattered making the whole situation all the more dangerous. While he thought he was completely under cover, he could here deep laugh echo through the room among the whizzing of blaster bolts. He would then look up, only one thought coming into his head. Another damn slug? Before he could even finish thinking the fat slime would fire his heavy blaster pistol sending 3 shots directly his way, one shot would ricochet off the table while another would pierce his arm, and the final bolt colliding with his chest armor. Sending him flying back and hitting his head hard on the wall behind him, he thought he was dead at first. Pulling out an amulet he had stolen from a wealthy businesswoman back on coruscant, he realized that had just saved his life, but he had no time to think about it. He would get back up, this time, firing directly at the Hutt, who was an easy target.[/beebox4]

@Redmerc

 

[Redmerc]

Skorphoxx would cackle maniacally as his shots impacted both the gang leader and one of his cronies, a slimy smile present on his maw as they both fell.



Continuing to bear down on the various gangsters with his light repeating blaster he would be absolutely taken aback by a shot impacting his own chest, his laughter falling short before it would morph into that of a bloodcurdling scream due to the pain that was inflicted. Luckily, however, due to his physiology as a Hutt, the laser would not impact any vital organs, although it surely did hurt.



Shot after shot impacted the Hutt, one flying towards his lower stomach section while another, more gruesomely impacted his eye, leaving a bloody pool and mushes of eye in it’s place. The Hutt lets out a terrifying screech of pain before raising his rifle once more, holding it with two hands in order to stabilize it before turning it on autofire, no longer caring for any bystanders as the giant slug would fire a barrage of shots towards the gang leader, not stopping until his clip was empty.​

 

[RED-1]

Vane sat waiting for what came next. This really was not his fight. and no one was shooting at him now he just stayed under cover and looked for anyone coming for him.

 

[Nor'baal]

No sooner that it has started, the entire affair appeared to be over, the newcomers to the venue almost immediately discontinuing their engagements to come to the aid of Keddo, dropping to gangsters in a loud flash and bang affair. Dran was stunned, not that he would allow it to show for to long, at the efficiency of their operation, and merely pointed his pistol toward the body of the nearest gangster, and shot it.


”He twitched?” he said, in something that was becoming a bit of a catchphrase for him. Signalling to his droids, he had the place cleaned up, and returned to his masters side.

 

[RED-1]

Vane stood up slowly behind the table with blasters in both hands resting at his sides smoke still rising from the barrels of his blasters. He was not sure but he wanted to charge someone for his drink. He was still waiting for the gang to make there next move. One of the Hutts men pointed his weapon at the gangs men and open fire streaks of light started to flay across the room wants more both sides taking hits and people started die. Vane dropped to one knee brining up his blasters and fired at the first Gang member near him. the twi'lekn dove to the side Vanes shot missed the twi'lek going over his head. the table Vane was at exploded as part of it flew off when the twi'leks blast hit the table. "That was close" vane said out loud.