Chasing Money

[Livgardist]

Sonny Mills shot the ceremonial guards a cold glance from behind his dark sunglasses, as he held up his arms. They relieved him of his large calibre slugthrower, placed in a leather holster under his left shoulder, and made sure he didn't carry any other weapons. When they were finished, one of them nodded to him, indicating to follow them. They walked through the gold painted corridors of the Davip Palace. The place was enormous - not very strange considering the man and bloodline that owned it.

He didn't know a lot about his employer, except for what he had heard from other men like him. Davip was supposed to be a cold and calculating man according to some. A ruthless killer according to others. He had dealt in drugs and loan sharking before. In time he had acquired a Letter of Marque, and become a Lord-Captain of Corellia. Sonny didn't know what that meant, though it was probably very important in the right circles. He didn't care either. Torc Davip had hired him to track down a particularly elusive indebtee that owed Davip money.

Sonny had done just that. But taking action against the man had never been part of the deal. Davip had paid only for him to find him.

"Master Davip. Mr Mills have arrived." Mills removed his sunglasses as he stepped past the guard, and tucked them into the neck of his turqoise shirt. It was accompanied this day by an expensive gray sharkskin suit, the sleeves rolled up to just under the elbows to allow him to easier pull his firearm. A prison tattoo in the form of a clawcat with three blood red stripes across its body, was visible on the inside of his left wrist. Its significance was that of three "clean" assassinations in prison, though few people outside the walls of the detention center knew what it meant. On his right wrist was an expensive golden wristwatch.

"I've found your man." He said, going straight to business, his voice rough, dry and short. "He's in Coronet City. At a place called the Dirty Wampa."

 

[Nor'baal]

Sat in his throne, drinking from what seemed to be a bottomless bottle of wine, Torc looked up at the newcomer. He had contacted this ''Sonny'' a while ago, and true to his word, he had delivered. He took another sip of his wine, and leered lasciviously at a young maid as she scuttled past, before returning his focus to Sonny.

He pushed himself up from his chair, and raised the lights in the throne room, so that his guest could actually see him, as he did so Torcs composure changed entirely. The lights reached full illumination, and Torc rose to his full height. As one, the Throne Guards dropped to one knee.

''By the power vested in me by the supreme council of Correllia, and his most divine grace the true King Of Correllia, I shall bring mine enemies to justice.'' proclaimed Torc, in a voice of pomposity that clearly was well practised. He strode quickly down the stairs, and walked towards Sonny, whispering to him:

''For Gods sake, lets get the hell out of here, dispense of the courtly pleasantries, and beat the 7 shades of hell out of this traitor.''

 

[Livgardist]

Mills watched the spectacle without batting an eye, though he made no move to follow the guard who kneeled in front of Davip. After the man finally stepped off his throne and whispered a few words to Sonny, the enforcer nodded. "As you wish." He replied, sarcastically adding half under his breath: "..."Master Davip"..." He followed the crime lord, privateer, or whatever he was, out of there through the snaking corridors of the palace. When they reached the large double doors leading outside, one of the guards approached him with his side-arm.

"We'll have to take your speeder." He said. "I took a cab."

Coronet City Blue Sector​

The Blue Sector was a slum. Not the kind of place where Sonny usually liked to spend his time, not because of fear of becoming a victim of random criminals, but because he preferred to spend his time in brighter and happier places. This time he didn't have much choice in the matter, however. He had tracked Garan Kang, the man Davip was searching for, to a cantina barely worthy of that name, called the Dirty Wampa. It was the kind of place that employed twi'lek dancers with too much make-up, watered-down liquor, and illicit gambling and drug transactions in the back.

More to the point, it was close to closing time, and Sonny knew from reliable sources that there were an entirety of two people in the cantina at this hour. One of them was the cantina's owner, and the other was a man hiding out from one of the more powerful men on Corellia, Garan Kang. Sonny wasn't sure what had made the cantina owner take the risk of sheltering him - though an educated guess would be "money" - but whatever it is, the loyalty it created in him would be tested this night. As he watched the cantina from a dark alley across the street, Sonny looked at Torc and said:

"I don't mind getting my hands dirty. But I don't work for free." He shrugged, looking back, as he asked: "Anyway, how do you want to do this?"

 

[Nor'baal]

''Out of the Palace, or away from people who don't know better, its Torc.'' replied Davip.

He heard Sonny's question about how to 'approach the situation', but decided that actions spoke louder than words. He merely gestured that Sonny ought to follow him, and strode confidently into the bar, the door swinging behind him. The barman paled as he saw who had just arrived, and blustered out something about ''not knowing''. The Lord-Captain just shook his head, tutted, drew his pistol, and turned the barman's head to a red smudge.

He casually turned to face his little loan defaulter, and calmly took off his hat, placing it on the nearby hook, before taking a seat and looking at the man.

''Oh good afternoon, it really has been far to long.'' he purred

 

[Chairdor]

Hiro marched across the graveled plains and looked down at his sides. On either side of him there was green, yet the path he walked on was dirt. It was the road more traveled and while it caused death in a small degree, in the end it spared the masses of living beings from destruction by those who fail to tread lightly. The droid placed this query into local philosophical databases and gleaned small mutterings from scholars on the subject, but nothing definitive, nothing noteworthy at least to the bot. It was odd that life's main function in its sustenance led to most of its destruction, that unity and organization brought pain just as rebellion did. What did Hiro know in the end, he was the mere mimicry of life, an echo in a deep cave. Surrounded by darkness, what could he hope to see that the speaker outside it did not...of course echos can come from within caves just the same.

His metal frame gave slightly under the burden he carried, at his back were two others, a rodian and a wookie. Each carried the tool they required and by lot or by luck, Hiro's was the heaviest. The droid's databanks produced a quote to offset this mild frustration, 'Don't ask for a lighter burden, ask for a stronger back,' which was all fine and well unless Hiro considered the fact that he didn't grow stronger as he struggled, he broke down, rusted, and became obsolete. What life feared in death, robots feared in time.

The bot was becoming cynical, his logic core as brown as the dead earth he trampled. Then he noticed something up ahead. A bright of yellow in a sea of dirt. As the droid adjusted his optics to fully capture the oddity he began to recognize it as a flower, a wildflower making its homestead on the road. It was a fitting place for the plant to settle, observing the area around the buttercup Hiro noted nothing like it. Clearly the plant had traveled far. The droid swiftly side stepped the plant, quite noticeably. The rodian noted this movement, but only saw the slight delay it caused him, his back ached, his finances were in tatters, his anger had bore a deep hole inside him and he was waiting, waiting for something to destroy, to inject his hatred into.

Hiro heard the light lapping of petals on the wind before he saw them, like kisses from the sun they traveled to the sea of grass and the droid knew they would rot and disintegrate, not to create more flowers, but more grass. That which dies is not replaced, a flower dead can never be smelled again, never given to a love, never quietly admired. It is dead dirt, the same Hiro walked upon.

The droid was silent for a time, his logic cores growing quiet, Hiro did not wish to think on this long, to allow a chance for him to change his course. He had to stay upon one path, to shift meant certain death for innocents, to shift meant to trample the grass.

As they neared the end of their journey, the droid casually dropped his gear, the heavy object tough enough to withstand the impact. The Rodian's foot it landed upon was not so sturdy however as a trail of blood spattered out onto all sides of the trail. Hiro turned swiftly producing his slugshooter and shot the Rodian through right then and there, the wookie's hands raised instantly as he looked all around for some explanation before centering his focus on the unmoving droid, his masked face giving no sign of rhyme or reason.

Hiro meant to travel with the men to find the full extent of their plan, poaching on the reserve was a crime not punishable by death and Hiro knew that, so he took the Wookie to Corsec headquarters where the hairy criminal confessed, an admirable act had it not been for the fact that Hiro had videologs of his illicit actions. Hiro edited out the Rodian, he did not speak of him and neither did the Wookie who either didn't think to or thought not to. Either way the Rodian rotted in the grass and would soon become grass, like the flower he killed, he was gone forever, he would stray from the path no longer.

After his long day Hiro knew he needed oiling and a good charge. While he could get both at any repair station on the cheap, he preferred his Cantina's and found one with what looked to be customers still in its doors. The droid was about to walk in when he tripped slightly, his lack of oil causing a small stop in his gait. As he did his view changed to thermal vision and the droid immediately noted the body shape in the cantina, distinctively missing a head and losing heat fast. The droid swiftly produced his slug shooters and thought of a first move. After a moment he opened the door ever so slightly and tossed in a smoke grenade into the center of the room. A distinctive clunk sounded followed by a wisp as a thick vapor filled the room to its entirety, while this blurred vision it had the dual effect of starting off the fire alarm alerting nearby emergency services. Sprinklers above began to go off and Hiro lifted his slug shooter at the door prepared to fire upon any who exited.

 

[Livgardist]

When Torc entered the bar, blasting the bartender's head all over the bar mirror, Sonny followed him. As Torc sat down, he stepped up behind the poor Garan Kang, who was now wide-eyed and shaking with fear. He began to mumble something incoherent, and Sonny unceremoniously grabbed him by his hair and slammed his face straight down into the table, leaving blood behind as he pulled it up again. "You will address him as Mr Davip. You will speak only when spoken to. You will produce the money you owe Mr Davip. Do you understand?"

"B-but I don't..."

Sonny slammed the man's head into the table one more time. When he pulled it up again, he added:
"I'm sorry. It sounded like you were about to say "I don't have the money". We both know if you take that path, this is not going to end well. So you better think quick, and hard, on how to produce that money." He punched the man in the face with his right hand, so hard the chair fell backwards, and his victim fell to the floor. Sonny pulled him on his feet, now with several bruises, a black eye, and blood running down his face.

"P-please, Mr Davip..."

Sonny looked at Davip, as if asking what to do. Before he could actually ask, something flew through the door and landed on the ground. Thick, black smoke began to billow out of it. Instantly, Sonny pulled out his gun and covered his face with a handkerchief. The fire alarm screamed and sprinklers began to spray water everywhere. He caught sight of somebody in the door, and fired off several shots.

"Time to go, Mr Davip. Somebody's out there. We'll take the back door out." He said. Motioning with his head towards their victim he asked: "What about this little shit?"

 

[T.J]

Corellia. Its varied climate and temperate atmosphere left Rook somewhat dumbstruck. Having been born and raised in the sometimes over powering heat of Tatooine's binary stars, stepping off his ship into what to him was a lush world almost seemed like culture shock. There was just so much green, so much life to be had all around that everyone else seemed to think so mundane. Even with cities such as Coronet, which reminded one of the choked conditions on Coruscant, somehow the Corellian's had managed to keep the natural beauty of their world intact for the most part. Earlier in his arrival Rook had made a mental note to try and get some land on the planet if he ever got the chance, to him it seemed like a nice place to settle if he ever got around to it.

Such thoughts quickly fell to the wayside however, as he hadn't come to Corellia to simply see the sights. Everyone no matter where they came from had things that needed doing, it just a matter of being in the right place at the right time. Work had somewhat dried up on Tatooine, being that he wasn't allowed on certain parts of the desert planet his job opportunities suffered. He went to where folks needed work done, and it just so happened that place was Corellia. So far it had been pretty lucrative, being that many of the smaller towns were still considered rural by galactic standards Rook had no problem rolling into town and staking some claims. Already in the first couple weeks he had escorted several groups and even ran off a couple bandit gangs, all in all a good run in his book.

Having collected a pretty tidy sum from the inhabitants of the towns he had helped, Rook decided it was high time to blow off some steam in the capitol city. His thoughts turned to whetting his whistle at one of the cantinas some of the townsfolk had told him about, from what they had told him it was quite a lively place and was known for being in a good part of town. Upon his arrival however Rook decided it must have been some time since their last visit. Looking down at the post card they had given, then back up at the run down slag pile he saw before him, Rook let out a deep sigh as he scratched his cheek. While it looked like the whole neighborhood had gone downhill in a bad way, the cantina itself seemed to still be operational although the condition of the interior remained to be seen.

Just as he was about to make his way over to the dilapidated structure, he heard the tell tale sound of a blaster discharging from within, as well as the sounds of a scuffle unfolding from within. Ducking within the stoop of an adjacent building, Rook drew his revolver from its holster and checked how many shots he still had in its chambers. Seeing that it was fully loaded with all six shots, he spun out from his cover with his slug gun drawn to see what looked like a man from his vantage point toss a sphere into the building. Within seconds smoke was billowing out of the cantinas entrance as well the sound of emergency alarms going off from inside. Closing the distance between himself and the mystery man with a light jog, Rook was pleasantly surprised to see it was none other than Hiro, a gun slinging droid he had met while on Tatooine. What the droid was doing on Corellia was beyond him, and before he could even ask the mechanical man several blaster bolts shot through the door in their general direction.

Ducking behind cover once again, Rook remained silent, not wanting to alert whomever was inside of his presence until the time was right. He would however tip his hat to the droid as soon as the opportunity arose.

 

[Nor'baal]

Seeing the smoke grenade fly gracefully through the window, Torc simply could not help himself. He skipped almost merrily forwards, and spun his cane around in his hands so that the head touched the floor, and, swinging it like a golf club at the grenade, he sent it flying out the open window ''And it is on the green!'' he cried out, before swiftly running to the bar and leaping behind it.

Pulling out his two pistol, he crouched and scuttled over to Mills and the erstwhile hostage. Reaching calmly into the hostages inside pocket, Torc pulled out the mans wallet and flipped it open, before taking out a picture of the man and a young woman.

''Wife? Daughter?'' he asked snidely ''Both?'' he said before sniggering.

Raising the gun, he nestled the barrel into the mans crotch. ''Wanna see 'em again?'' he growled, pressing his second gun into the mans mouth.

Torc raised his voice, shouting out into the street ''A single shot gets fired, and blow this jack-ass's face, and....other parts, clean off? Ya' clear?''

 

[Chairdor]

Hiro knew little of this situation was in his grasp as the two fiends slipped deeper into the now smoky bar. A wood came forth as blaster bolts riddled the street. Hiro dove the ground sensing the heat of the blasts soar overhead before at last ceasing. Rolling into an upward position the droid heard glass smash as his smoke bomb was thrown into a nearby alley sinking perfectly into a trash receptacle. Whoever had hit the ball had gotten a hole in one, now Hiro was concerned with putting a hole in two.

He heard the warning from the gruff sounding man within and wisely held his fire, his finger easing off his trigger just as he heard the words, "I don't want none of yall to get hurt, but this ain't gonna end purty for ya," Hiro shouted back, the faint din of sirens at his back. He calculated the average response time of the fire department was two minutes and it was standard procedure to bring a Corsec operative along, all Hiro had to do was keep these men hemmed inside for only a little while and they'd be surrounded. Then negotiation on the fate of the hostage could begin. Nothing his plan, Hiro had but one problem. He was a single droid against two armed and dangerous men, it was not a matter of shots fired or accuracy, but rather of the ability of his foes to divide and conquer. If he entered from the front they could slip out the back, if he snuck in from behind they could exit from the front. Then Hiro sensed a new heat signature at his back, turning he saw a somewhat familiar form, adjusting to the lack of optical light Hiro leaned forward slightly noting the familiar face. not wishing to alert the two within that he had found an ally, he merely tipped his hat and gestured it toward the door, hopping Rook would follow in his meaning.

With that the droid swiftly slipped into the alley looking in the dingy window swiftly before ducking to get to the other exit of the building. The droid rewound his optical scanners to look at what he had seen and noted the three figures, one most likely their hostage. They were behind the bar currently with what looked to be a series of light and heavy armaments, if tit came for tat with these two it seemed someone was going to end up dead. Hiro checked his Protector revolvers and calculated the chances that it would be him, another edge of Hiro stopped the calculation, the cowboy had his say once more as he spoke aloud,

"Never tell me the odds,"

Now at the back of bar Hiro activated another smoke grenade, this once time activated for ten seconds and lightly rolled it inside after barely opening the back door. After setting his trap the gunslinger hid behind a nearby dumpster, within the shadows he awaited his quarry to make their escape, so that he might aid in it, there souls at least would get out of this fight, the bodies, not so much.

 

[Livgardist]

Mills watched Torc go to work at the man, and at the same time getting the man or men outside to back off. Impressive. It seemed to work as well; Garan Kang's eyes were wide with fear, even moreso when the girl on the picture was being threatened, and he mumbled something under the pressure of the gun barrel in his mouth. Sonny stepped up and grabbed his hair pulling his head away from the barrel, as he said:

"You were saying?"

"I have money, just don't..."

WHAM!

Mills slammed his face right into the table before pulling it up again.

"You were saying?" He repeated.

"I... Mr Davip, I have money. Please don't hurt me or my girl. I will pay you. Just give me..." POW! Sonny slammed his face into the table one more time. Kang groaned. "Okay, okay. I have money. I'll give it all to you. It's more than what I owe you. Just...please, don't hurt me." His voice was trembling. It was obvious he was in fear for his life, even with his saviors outside. Sonny shot Torc a glance, and then the door, which he kept covered with his pistol all the while treating Kang.

"Location." He said.

"Wha...?" BANG! Once again Kang's face met with the now rather blood-soaked table.

"Where - is - the money?" Mills asked, irritatedly pronouncing every word with exaggeration.

"It's at my villa outside of town. We'll need to take a speeder there."

WHAMMO!

"That sounds like a trap to me, Gadan. You wouldn't be trying to lure us into an ambush so that you'll get away without having to pay your debts, now are you?" Mills asked.

"No! No, I swear, the money's there." Kang yelled, panic in his eyes. Mills looked up at Torc for a moment.

"Your call." Sonny said. "Do we ditch him, or do you want to bring him?" He looked around, and then added: "Either way I believe the back is our best bet on an escape." He walked up to the wall next to the door. The smoke was beginning to clear out. Without hesitation he grabbed a large shelf placed there, pulled it sideways and stepped back as it toppled over, crashing to the ground where it blocked the door from being opened. As he returned, he pointed the gun to Kang's face.

"Your orders?" He asked Torc, finger on the trigger.

Kang looked up, horrified, his eyes begging Torc for mercy.
"P-please..."

Suddenly, smoke began to once again arise from the ground. Sonny gritted his teeth.
"We need to move." He said, raising his gun and pointing it towards the rear door.

 

[T.J]

From behind his cover Rook could see that Hiro had noticed his presence, and had gestured towards the cantina. It didn't take genius to figure out the meaning of the droids gesture. Whoever was inside most likely had two ways out of the building. Dividing their firepower to both ensured they couldn't leave unscathed. Lacking Hiro's advanced optics, Rook was at a loss as to the situation within the cantina, having to rely instead on assumption. Something he personally tried to avoid if he could help it. An old man had once told him a saying about assuming a situation, though he thought it humorous at the time of its telling the meaning of the saying rang true.

Peering over the top of his makeshift cover, Rook surveyed what lay before him. Being that it was in the wee hours of the night; the speeder lot was near empty meaning next to no cover on the approach to the cantina's doors. Behind him he could hear the tell tale sound of emergency sirens, they were sure to arrive within the next ten to fifteen minutes provided the sky lanes were clear of any traffic. As silently as he possibly could Rook moved up closer to the structure once more, the last he would be able to while still being provided any kind of protection from enemy fire. From inside the building he heard the sound of something large falling over. Although he wasn't quite sure what the cause of the noise was, he assumed it was the assailants trying to block the front door with something large.

If he was right, they sure as shit weren't coming out the front door. Standing up from his crouched position with his gun drawn he fired a stray shot at the building. If the men inside were already dead set on going through the back door, maybe showing they still had opposition at the front would force their hand faster. He only hoped Hiro would be ready for them. At the sound of gunfire he would begin to make his way towards the rear of the building if things got dicey for the droid.

 

[Nor'baal]

Torc didn't even flinch as the hapless debtors face collided once more with the hardwood surface of the table. The man got precisely what was coming for him, you borrow money that you refuse to pay back, and you borrow it from a Davip, and this is exactly what you got.

He walked towards the man, leaning in so his face was mere inches away from the bleeding wreck of a man before him, and growled ''Get out of my sight.'' Slowly, the man stood, and made for the back door. Torc shook his head slowly, and pointed to the front. ''Out you go.'' he said sadistically.

''Lets go.'' he said, making his way for the back door.

 

[Chairdor]

Hiro waited silently as he heard the tell tale hiss of his smoke grenade. His power placed so perfectly to ensure absolute motion stasis as he pumped extra energy into his auditory sensors. Eventual he heard the slight creak of a floor board inside the building. And activated his thermal vision once more, one figure maybe two, Hiro didn't have much time to calculate on that. Drawing his revolvers he fired two shots above the figure, the slugs bursting through the thin wooden walls and smacking all throughout the room beyond before becoming embedded in the front door. Doing best to mask his robotic voice Hiro gruffly said,

" This is Corsec you're completely surrounded," this wasn't entirely a lie as Rook covered the front and CorSec was on it's way, albeit to look after a fire, "You have once chance, let the hostage free and surrender!

Hiro wasn't about to have his bluff called. Firing again directly into the door and to the right of the figure behind it, the droid dropped his last smoke grenade and then dove behind the nearest bit of cover, a dumpster ten feet from the door, there as the hiss of smoke covered the alley he lay in wait, ready to put his 5 remaining bullets into the bodies of whoever emerged in the murky smoke. As he placed his back against the thick steel of the garbage container, he hoped his friend Rook and the hostage would get out of this unscathed.

As the cold night was broken only by the still far off wane of a siren, Hiro's optic's adjusted as his fingers leaned ever so closely to the triggers of his Protectors, tonight, his guns weren't so aptly named, he wasn't interested in defense, more the other side of the coin.

 

[Livgardist]

Sonny unholstered his pistol, and, gripping it in both hands, nodded to Torc, as they moved towards the back door. When a voice announced the arrival of Corsec, Sonny scoffed. He kicked the back door open, and then stepped back to the gas grenade on the floor. With a swift kick, he sent it flying out the door, gun still raised to shoot anyone who entered. He shot Torc a side-glance, and then said: "I'll head out first, see if I can draw their attention. Stay put."

With that, he darted out into the smoke-filled alley behind the cantina. As he burst out the door, he fired off several rounds at random to his left to keep whoever was there from sticking their head up. He slid into cover behind a heavy metal dumpster, where he reloaded his slugthrower, and then, firing a single round to make sure the gun was ready, he shouted: "Come on out! I've got you covered!"

He took up position at the edge of the dumpster, ready to fire at anyone he could actually see through the smoke. The exit was close enough that he would recognize Torc, however, and he would of course not shoot him. Mills readied his gun and waited.

 

[T.J]

Crouching further behind his makeshift cover, Rook could hear the tell tale sound of gunfire coming from the opposite end of the building. Multiple possible scenarios began to run through his head. A diversion by the enemy was entirely possible. The last thing he wanted was to run around the building only to find his foes inside simply walked out the front door without so much as a scuffle, but he didn't want to sit and ponder too long and potentially endanger Hiro. Peering over his cover once more, Rook took a deep breathe and steeled his nerves.

Quickly rising, he made a mad dash to the side of the cantina. Doing his best to stay out of any line of sight from inside the structure, he slumped down beside the door with his back against the wall and his gun at the ready. As another group of shots echoes through the night air Rook edged closer to a window and slowly looked inside. The slight haze from Hiro's earlier smoke grenade combined with the grimy conditions of the actual window made actually seeing anything of real significance difficult. With a lot of squinting and copious amounts of guessing Rook was able to figure the room inside was pretty disheveled. Several tables had been flipped, and from his current angle it looked liked a rather large piece of something was blocking the door. Seeing a figure still lingering within the cantina caused him to quickly recoil back beside the window however.

He doubted the door would be a viable option. The time that would probably be needed to clear it in order to even enter the building would give his opposition ample time to fill him full of holes. If push came to shove he would go through the window, although he knew even that was a bad idea.

 

[Nor'baal]

''Go back in the field they said, the grunts do enough they said.'' groaned Torc as he nodded to Sonny and made a dash for the next piece of cover.

Once behind the cover, Torc popped the mini-computer out the top of his cane, and activated the Holoscreen. Hacking the nearby camera's and traffic control systems, he turned all the lights to a bright myriad of colours, spending speeders crashing into one another and blocking the road to the potential security services arrival.

''That will slow them down. Lets move.'' he barked to Sonny as a rather large Cargo Vehicle collides with an unfortunate taxi 20 ft in-front of them

 

[Chairdor]

Hiro hoped his friend Rook was alright, but the number crunchers in his head calculated that with all the bullets flying his way the enemy probably wouldn't have any left for his valiant compadre. Noting what the villain yelled, the droid knew lifting his head to scout the situation would be fool hardy and he didn't have the bullets to simply fire without purpose. Noting the sirens Hiro figured he had to hold them just one more minute before help arrived, that calculation was made before the sounds of crashing began.

Steel crunched on steel as screams and smoke filled the air, the droid was no fool, this was no coincidence. Forgetting his lack of bullets, the droid looked out for just a moment to snap a thermal picture of the twos whereabouts, going over it in his processor he created a spread sheet of viable areas to shoot at then after a moment lifted his guns over the rim of the dumpster and began to fire. As the base of the dumpster prevented his revolvers from recoiling as they usually did, the droid's calculations were mildly off, but the ensuing fire should at least give the villains reason to jump. After a few shots he relented, leaving one bullet in each gun.

Checking his duster he noted he had failed to ascertain more bullets after his long journey leaving him only two slugs to fight two thugs. He better not miss.

 

[Livgardist]

A smirk spread on Mills' lips for just a moment as he saw the havoc that Torc created. As the man told him to follow him, he did, standing up and beginning to move after him with his back to him. His front still faced their enemies, gun raised, as they made their way out of there. A hail of bullets sweapt past them, but missed, barely. Mills gritted his teeth, firing off a handful of rounds towards their enemy while starting into a run out of there following Torc.

"Do you have a transport? It's time to get out of here." Sonny said as they gradually got farther away from the dangerous area. He didn't lower his gun, though; the danger wasn't over yet. Whoever was trying to stop them had shown their determination, and he was certain they wouldn't give up just yet.

 

[T.J]

Time was running out. As another salvo of gunfire ripped through the air from the other side of the Cantina Rook sprung into action. Turing as he stood to come into view of the window he had crouched beside he aimed his revolver and fired. Not knowing if the figure within the bar was the hostage of one of the armed men, he aimed low to avoid actually hitting anyone. The shot was only meant to break out the window and perhaps startle a gunman should they still be inside the building. With his vision clear of the grimy glass he could see that the individual that had remained within the cantina was unarmed and roughed up quite a bit. What confused the gunslinger was that he was alone, his apparent most likely having fled out the back door and right into Hiro.

Hopping through the window frame Rook kept his slug thrower at the ready. The room screamed trap and he wasn't going to let it spring on him without a fight. Looking towards the man he did his best to calm him down.

" Don't worry friend. I'm here to get you out of here. Go on and git out that window now. Corsec will be here shorty. "

With that said Rook made his way to the door leading to the back of the structure. Putting his back to the side of the door frame with his revolver at the ready, he slowly peered down the hallway that lead out. A good amount of smoke still hung in the air, but light from an open door further back caught in said smoke and told Rook that the ones he sought where probably already outside.

Aiming his slug thrower down the hallway Rook took another shot reducing his weapons ammunition count to three. If anyone was anywhere near the doorway they were sure to hear the gunfire from outside. Turning to go down the hallway he slowly started walking towards the exit, all the while his gun aimed towards the doorway that lead outside.

 

[Nor'baal]

Torc flinched ever so slightly as he felt the glass of the cantina window break behind him. It did not concern him to much, for the shot was clearly intended to miss, anyone who could see his head would most likely have been able to hit it at this range. He looked toward Sonny once more, whilst calmly picking a shard of stray glass from his sleeve.

''Yep, transports inbound as we speak. Backing some serious fire-power of course.'' he said, looking up and gesturing toward the large vessel that swiftly descended from the sky opening up with numerous on-board weapons. The Davip Pride, a small vessel my spacial standards, but more than sufficient to level a small town if needed.

''Lets go.'' he said, darting towards the vessel.