Open Social IT'S RAGGINNNN TIME

[Chef HoloFlex]

As the revelers were slowly but surely cut down by a combination of drug-induced knockouts, vomiting spells, or just outright murder, Flex took stock of his surroundings. He realized, for the last few minutes, he had just been savagely beating on a coat rack with a jacket and hat. His hands were covered in splinters.

The cool rush of water from the sprinklers was a welcome relief, washing the sweat, tears, and purple drank off of his hide to the absolutely filthy floor below. The music died down with the water, and the pulsating strobe lights only highlighted the moments of carnage, periodically As he surveyed the death and devastation, there was one question that remained on Flex's mind:

Would their insurance cover this? Probably not. "Uh, Captain, Duran..." Flex stumbled over towards his compatriots (@Sreeya) (@Mr. Teatime), the ones who would have to foot the bill. He pulled up a datapad and his eyes bulged in horror. The rental agreement stated, in plain text, that the VIP section of the boat was rented to a 'HoloFlex Entertainment And Dining, LLC.' FUCK. They'd definitely have to forfeit the deposit.

"All this shit is in my name. I'm not letting these corporate bastards take me to court again. I think we should get the fuck out of here while we still can." And with that, unless stopped, Flex would high-tail it to the first escape boat he could and attempt to make a....

/threadexit

 

[Ninma Calma]

The stranger that arrived, seemingly decorated in the blood of someone else, was oddly welcomed when he began removing the bodies of the fallen from Ninma's patients. They felt a degree of relief, reaching into their medpac to continue treatment, when something unpredictable occurred.

Ninma was utterly shocked by what they had witnessed, seeing the Echani woman come back to life, and explode out into a blur of motion, unlike anything Ninma had seen before. Ripples of the Force swelled and pulsated through out this persons being, a display that until now, they didn't even know was possible. There was a mix of amazement, and disgust, as where the woman went, the rank stench of throw up lingered. Regardless, Ninma lost sight of her after the woman tore her dress apart, and the medic pushed it out of their mind. Well, until they caught sight of the fire being flung about the vessel. Now that, signaled to them the party was over.

This was a strange gathering of folks for certain. Turning to tend to their most stable patient, the arrival of the large green pirate gave them pause. Having just taken what they had to assume was an illegal drug from her patient, Ninma briefly tensed, worried this might have been yet another bar patron looking to fight, but soon, it seemed rather clear they were here to help; aside from thumping the previous helper that arrived. That, caused a genuine smile to stretch across their face. "I am not as stout as you are, friend. But, I think it wise if we...leave before things heat up." They nodded in agreement with themselves, and after stowing the unknown substances away, Ninma rose, trying to work out the best way to leave this ship. "I believe this one is stable enough to travel, but, I admit I know not how one leaves this ship." As much as a medical professional Ninma was, a space-jockey, they were not.

Sadly, their new big friend would have to do the heavy lifting. Finding a spare adrenaline canister, they offered it to their assistant. "Just, plug this right into her neck, and...I guess we can work out an escape plan."
@Xorism @LadyRen @TheDudeMike @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Cipher Four]

___Aimi chose to go somewhere unarmed today of all days. There was an unfathomable quantity of wanton butchery happening. It was a wonder there were civilians still alive in the galaxy. It must have been a wonderful feeling not needing to worry about the repercussions of your actions. She couldn't shake the feeling that nobody would suffer any consequences for this, and it would all be swept under the rug like it never happened.

___The woman looked at Zhaan (@Mr. Teatime) as he hit the ground next to her, blindly firing into the air, hoping to disperse the crowd. While it wasn't likely to do anything, she appreciated the effort.

___"Oh, you know," the Fiani grumbled. Aimi didn't get a chance to say much else as Kai (@Sreeya) hit the ground with them, suddenly asking where they were going. "I have no idea where we're going," she responded to the other Fiani, trying to look up from her position on the ground. The chaos occurring was too much for her to plan an escape properly. "Under the pile of bodies people are stacking up because they haven't a shred of humanity and think this is acceptable?" Aimi muttered contemptuously. She was less than thrilled about everything going on.

___"I'm open to ideas," she added as she tried to stand up, only for somebody's boot to come stomping down on one of her tails. The woman yelped in pain and unceremoniously drew her leg back, sending her heel flying to kick the person off of her. Unfortunately for Aimi, her heel went right into the person's gut when they turned around to apologise. The sudden impact into the person's stomach caused them to upchuck... a lot. It splattered all over the woman who immediately reeled and exclaimed in disgust.

___To make matters worse, the sudden force of the expulsion from the man caused what precious little consciousness he had to leave his body and ascend to the sky. He blacked out on the spot, collapsing and landing directly on top of her with a loud thud. Aimi grunted, followed by a whine, as her forehead hit the floor and she laid there to wallow in her misery. There was no way anyone would help her out of this, right? She was stuck here.

___"I hate this place."

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

by this point, cremek simply said "eh, fuck it." and ignited his saber gauntlet, literally throwing his now empty wester, because in the words of cremek "FUCK RELOADING!" as it landed into the face of another drunk like a boomerang, before he started impaling the chest of another one.. several times.. way more than he needed to.

he watched as the funny fox woman (@Remileah ) yeeted a man, and in return, got yoted and pinned, cremek suppressed a mean chuckle at that..

it was now cremek had discovered he was a bloody lightweight it seemed, as the two.. yeah two.. glasses of brandy were starting to kick in, and he felt alllllllll warm and happy inside!.... Despite literally being covered in blood, and other bodily fluids one procures from cold blooded murder..

"oh quit ya bitchin and have some fun!"

he now lazily picked up the dude on top of the weird fox lady, who now was cloning herself, there were two, no way! maybe he would cook one later! anyways, off track, he noticed the man was already out cold and sighed in contempt, shame, he casually stabbed them with his saber gauntlet before throwing them aside.

 

[Doorcuttah]

The mighty Orcolan medical assistant (registration pending) took the minicule needle into his hand carefully. It was quite fortunate that he didn't have to nimbly press any buttons or any other magical contraption in order to get it to work, for it would simply spring into action once pressed against the sleeping beauty.

But Doorbuttah wasn't convinced that it would work, he could barely make out the tiny element of liquid inside the container. Well, on one hand there was barely any of it, and thus it would probably run out before doing anything. But on the other hand, the subject was also terribly small.

All this complex medical thinking was giving Coodbuttah a headache. The intense pressure, the volatile and dangerous room that barely passed OSHA standards for surgical procedures, was quickly becoming an insurance nightmare.

Carefully moving around to the side of the tiny woman, the even tinier injector latched itself to the side of her neck and promptly delivered its medicine.

Pulling back quickly to avoid startling the patient, Dr Aperturecutlass watched carefully in case any further bonking was required.

@LadyRen @Alleria

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had been crouched down offering aid to the medic. All of a sudden he felt something hit the back of his head and everything went black. Although it wasn’t for long.

Next thing he knew he was sitting at a table with a plate of food in-front of him. Looking down he was fine although his clothes had changed he was in a simple tee shirt and sweat pants. Then a woman’s voice drew him out of his contemplation, “Trael are you even listening to me?” The man looked up to see the face of his mother along with his father. They were sitting with him. “No I didn’t hear what you said I’m sorry. Could you repeat it?” He was completely unsure of what was happening, after all his parents were dead. “I swear child with how often you give me that excuse I should check if you’re death. I asked what have you been up to these past 15 years? You never show up or anything.” He was about to answer when he heard screams and smelt fire. As he looked around the room was on fire, his parents were no where to be seen but he could hear their screams.

Traels eyes shot open they were burning red. As he looked around the ship was on fire and people were scrambling about. He stood up and saw the mandalorian(@Altaris) firing a flamethrower causing the fire on the ship. Raising both hands using the water from the sprinklers he would move to coat the arm in ice to try and interfere with the flamethrowers systems. He would then began freezing water and moving it to various flames around the ship dousing them. The blaze from his eyes disappeared and the man dropped back down unconscious having used all his power to stop the fire.

@partypeeps

 

[Maeve]

Maeve was simply out.

Knocked out by her own drugs, partly dipped in puke and her dress drenched in the alcohol the Echani woman had on her. She was oblivious to the fire, the brawls and the pile of guests that continously grew, didn't witness the goth girl's wild and suicidal streaking adventure and neither did she see the Orc's 'attack' coming.

With an odd, incredible precision, the massive Orcolan softly punctured her neck just at the right spot, skillfully injected her with the pure adrenaline shot the medic had offered and Maeve's eyes sprang wide open. While the sedatives' effects in her system were suddenly overwritten, the psychedelic mushrooms were still going, but as she spotted the syringe, she knew the orc had saved her.

Her fully dilated pupils were a testament to both, the adrenaline shot and the shroom doze, but it wasn't very likely someone saw and predicted what happened next because of it quickly enough. Maeve's eyes widened even further as she finally noticed what was going on, her complete system jumped right into full alarm mode as she jumped to her feet.

Her gaze drifted to her green Guardian angel (@Xorism) and an idea immediately formed in her head. There was a war going on, and they needed to act, so Maeve bolted towards the nearest bystander and she frantically searched the clueless, soon heavily appalled Twi'Lek. She did find a weapon, a blaster as far as she could tell, so she grabbed the weapon and raced back, just to jump up the huge Orcolan's back.

"I've got this!", she confidently yelled as she struggled to climb up further, however optimistically pressing on until she was draped across his neck like a feather boa, her acquired weapon readied. As she had no idea it was no blaster and that she'd never hit one set target, the bright orbs of light from the defensive weapon were wildly fired around, obscuring the view of those too close by and adding even more chaos to the already existing mess. Flinching, Maeve squinted hard as she slid down the Orc's shoulders, approaching the ground dangerously fast yet again.

(Everyone - including Doorcuttah and her - in the near surroundings are now potentially blinded (:, enjoy )

 

[Param Vour]

Param was sure Kodi was about to feel her heart thumping out of her chest. Whether from the adrenaline or from him saving her from saving him. She was about to ask him what he was thinking when he broke the small silence, the precious moment between them, by asking her why she smelled so bad. Param's eyes widened in horror, and her cheeks burned bright red. She was still covered in what could only be described as the foulest smelling porridge she'd ever witnessed, and now that porridge was smeared all over Kodi, and he didn't even seem to notice.

He motioned for her to follow him, and she did, blushing the entire way, but taking this moment to look around at the chaos. There were people brawling, Sith slaughtering people, the massive orc knocking Trael out. How did it even come to this? She was starting to see why Kodi didn't much care for the Sith, as they seemed to be doing the most damage out of everyone else; a statement by itself considering there were Mandalorians around.

And here Kodi was, doing things to make little wings flutter in her stomach and her cheeks flush in the middle of the chaos. The moment the coat was draped over her, she shook as much porridge from her arms as possible and slid her arms through the arms of the coat. It was warm, especially considering she was in nothing but lacy underwear prior. There were things in the pockets, but Param didn't quite care what they were or why they were there. Her entire focus was following Kodi, and at the very least keeping him from getting blasted or kicked until he could get them out of here.

@Sreeya @Mr. Teatime @Remileah

 

[Wolfe Thawne]

Wolfe seemed to have blacked out amidst the chaos that had unfurled around him. The Sith, Trodai (@Akheron) was quite literally slicing and dicing anyone in his path, the floor was slick with a disgusting mixture of vomit, spilled energy drinks, alcohol, and probably ten other substances. A fire broke out, people were knocked over a trampled, then helped up, then knocked over again. The fire spread before someone had the surprisingly smart idea to blast the sprinkler system. The mercenary had initially gotten involved in what he thought would be a typical bar brawl, but this place had turned into one of the more dangerous battlefields he'd ever been on. The mixture of heated gas, blood, and a host of other horrible scents assailed Wolfe's nose, almost burning his nostrils; the sensation was enough to wake him up from his drunken stupor.

The Sith from earlier pressed a com link number into his hand before disappearing once again into the sprawl of bodies and blaster fire. He found his nice jacket covered in some strange goo (was that alien blood or vomit?) as he backed into one of the large Orcolans he'd seen earlier (@Xorism) and a woman climbing up its back (@LadyRen). Focused on just getting the hell out of this mess, he pushed his way around the massive green Orc only for a massive flash of light go off right next to his one good eye. Wolfe's vision went white as he staggered forward, almost tripping over several people - was that someone's Lekku he'd stepped on? He felt himself walk right into what felt to be an armored individual (@Hastur), as he had a blaster waving around in his left hand while his right felt around in from of him. He murmured a quick, "Sorry, can't see a thing..." as he used the armored individual's shoulder to stabilize himself. ​

 

[Doorcuttah]

There were certain facts that they simply just didn't teach you in medical school, Dr Doorcuttah would know. Having been a registered medical practitioner for many cycles since receiving the certificate with his purchase of EZpods, his expertise on the matter would likely be rendered moot by the scrambling of the chihuahua climbing his back.

Imagine the pride he felt, as his oversized fingers did not in fact fumble or injure the poor thing, her eyes springing to life after the heroic actions he knew nothing about until a certain doctor gave him fool-proof instructions for. The pride, the joy! all swept aside as the one overwhelming factor took center stage and consumed his focus.

Doorcuttah, was dead. He knew.

His mama always said that life was like a box of truffles, you just wouldn't know which one you was gonna get. She also said that at one's end, he would see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Now he didn't know where this tunnel was nor how he arrived there, but the blinding light convinced him that he had arrived. As an Orcolan of immense peace and calm, he knew that there was no way he wasn't about to enter trufflehalla, and thus, with a smile, he fell with open arms ready to embrace eternity.

@LadyRen

 

[Ninma Calma]

Ninma was looking about to map out an escape, when their patient sprung back to life. As they prepared to continue treatment however, they too vanished off. Their expression went from one of relief, to one of outright disappointment, and disgust. Their shoulders dropped, head tilting to the side, before snapping to their assistant with a puzzled expression. Did this normally happen?

Only to find their patient returned, armed with a weapon, screaming that they had the situation under control.

Not bloody likely. Ninma thought, rising to their feet, ready to voice objections when...they found most of the people around them cringing away, reaching for their eyes. They looked to their medical assistant, and...found that he took was falling forward, arms opened, and entirely out of commission it seemed. Their patient too had fallen, and it left Ninma in utter disgust, and frustration. Sealing up their medkit, they rose to their feet, seemingly not affected by the bright lights that blinded the others. "This fething party can go to hell." They grumbled, rising up and just...groaning at their inability to help anyone.

At least, no one seemed to be dying. Though, they felt their efforts entirely wasted.

Picking up the strange tool that their patient seemed to have dropped, Ninma's finger rested dangerously close to the trigger, as they continued their medical investigation. "Odd, there doesn't seem to have been a discharge..."

 

[Maeve]

She Maeve was valiantly riding her sturdy battle horse, heroically shooting the causes of violence until a blinding orb of light completely took away her sight. It was a high-pitched, screeching noise that escaped the drugged woman who was de-curdling and slowly sliding down the Orcolan's massive chest.

As the new medical assistant decided to embrace the light that awaited him, he tilted backwards and thus gave Maeve the perfect slide down, however, as she passed his belly she dropped down the rest, landing flat on her belly, however something cushioned her fall. It was no one other than the guy she had been talking with earlier, before he had gone into full psycho murder mode. (@Javier esschoolbus).

She landed with a thud and embraced the soft cushioning- her tripping mind was convinced she had just landed on fresh grass - but perhaps the impact of the body was enough to wake the Sith from his slumber. With a dumb, happy grin, Maeve raised her head and gazed towards her new Orc bestie, yelling, "Come! This meadow is soft", while her hand ruffled across Trael's chest. (@Xorism).

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Making his way through the many bodies, bodily substances, blood and guts all throughout the hall, Trodai begun to make his dash for the exit. Even if he was now wobbling about and it was a struggle. At one point, he held out an arm, unaware who he was leaning on for support as a flash of blinding light lit up the room.

Temporarily blinded, it was only by the grace of his sensitive hearing that he made it to his destination. Hearing the trampling near the door, as person after person tried to get out all at once. Causing a bottleneck.

Some tried holding their noses at the smell and decided it was best to let the Pureblood out before them, not wanting to deal with the strong odour an longer than necessary. Soon enough and he was gone, free from the brawl he had helped initiate, although he had not expected such a escalation. But he had enjoyed it up to the moment he got puked on.

Now he needed the first of several baths and showers with a hard scrubber. He doubted anything else would get it off.

[Thread Exited. Thoroughly enjoyed guys and girls.]

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was dreaming of an untouched planet. All around him was trees and he was on a river fishing. He had just hooked a monster fish he could tell by how it was fighting. Just as he was about to pull it out of the water he was awoken by something falling on him. Son of a bitch someone better be dying. He suddenly heard a woman calling out something about a meadow. A hand begun rubbing his chest, someone fell on him he realized.

As he tried to move he noticed it was the woman(@LadyRen) from earlier. "I'm not a meadow don't get on me, please." Calling out hoping to prevent becoming part of another pile. Maneuvering the woman to be laying in his lap he sat up. Stretching his back he looked around to gather himself. He saw an orc(@Xorism) sprawled out and the medic(@Alleria) inspecting a weapon near him. Param was with another group, good he just needed to get himself out of here. Looking down to the lady going on a trip in his lap. "If you need a way out of here I have a ship. That goes for you two as well." Extending the offer to the orc and medic although he hoped they declined. He didn't want to have to lead a field trip to his ship.

 

[Zhaan Duran]

Duran grinned dumbly at Aimi when she replied, having not actually heard much of her grumbling over all the violence and loud music. She also kicked a guy and got vomit all over her, which at this point barely changed the smell wafting about. Then Kodi, Flex, and Param were also there, with the Fiani asking where they were off to in a suspiciously similar accent. Hmm.

"Can't go yet, Flex, party ain't over!"

There were bright flashes of light, more violence, more yelling, and Duran was the plan with a plan. Was it a good plan? It was certainly a plan, don't ask questions. "I have a plan!" announced Duran, the man with a plan. His eyes began to scan the surroundings until Zhaan spotted a flash of glass-born cyan.

The Chiss crawled quickly across the floor with his compatriots in tow, leading them around the edge of fighting and chaos toward the bar. Once there he popped up, grabbed a trash bag, and, using his arm like a scoop, tossed a bunch of expensive liquor and wine bottles in there. Loot acquired, yo ho ho!

"They gotta have employee lifeboats- and, y'know, maybe some shiny stuff on the way out?" he suggested, thumbing toward the 'Employees Only' entrance behind the bar and winking much harder than necessary at Kodi. "Or 'least a way back to our ship."

@Sreeya @Remileah @Fine Dining Set @TheDudeMike

 

[Doorcuttah]

Spoiler

The brightness faded, leaving the poor Orcolan confused in the pitch black. What poor luck, for such a young and vibrant lad, to have his vision torn away from him at such an age. Even amongst the chaos and entropy, he could hear the sweet angelic voices calling to him, to move and escape the beautiful meadow he was buried in.

It hadn't yet occurred to him to open his eyes, instead, given his deceased state and rebirth as a blind mute worm possibly and probably cross contaminated by a still stewing high level of mushrooms in his system. Wormycuttah waddled and rolled, twisting and turning to follow the angel's call, slipping and sliding until bumping into a wall. @Javier esschoolbus

Not being able to push past it, the massive organic lumbricus turned its head to nibble and gum the obstacle, hoping to bypass it or bulldoze through it in its mission to find the source of the call.

@LadyRen @Javier esschoolbus

Roll: nat 1

 

[Maeve]

Maeve's meadow stirred and her eyes slightly widened as she realized that it was no actual meadow. "Oh". She patted his chest, incredibly perplex before she pushed herself to her feet and staggered away a step. She wasn't entirely sure why she had been on the handsome stranger in the first place, but she was a little embarrassed now that her sight suddenly came back.

It was then that the colorful Orcolan turned and started wiggling and Maeve's mental images shifted within minutes. It was like a movie plot enfolding, her surroundings quickly changing and the Orc suddenly turning into a massive, fanged snake. "Watch out!", she cried loudly, her voice much shriller than usual as she pointed at the thick jungle mamba.

Without hesitation (and completely oblivious to the fact that Trael had offered to get them out), all she heard was that the stranger had a ship and so while he was attacked by the massive snake, she went for his jacket from behind, swiftly finding her way into his pockets to snatch the keys. "I'm getting us out!", she yelled loudly, basically just thinking out a loud and not even realizing she was actually voicing it before she started bolting for the nearest exit. Perhaps her newfound Orc savior would follow (after she had lost sight of him), or the attractive stranger (she was oblivious to the fact that she had stolen his keys), or the blind medic.

@Javier esschoolbus @Xorism @Alleria

Roll 18/20

 

[Ninma Calma]

Ninma was entirely lost as to what the hell was going on anymore. Sitting on the floor, they looked to the madness on display, wordlessly judging everyone around them. Especially the woman who was screaming about meadows. Setting the odd device down, Ninma began formulating their own escape out of this place. Then the first victim of their medical assistant (@Javier esschoolbus) awoke. They then tilted their head at the strange happenings. Regardless, hearing that the stranger had a way off this hell hole, Ninma considered it for a moment, but had no reason not to agree. "My sanity wanes with every moment spent here. I'd very much like to depart with...this lot." Ninma waved their hands over the Orc and Maeva.

Their medical assistant was...trying to...do the worm now? They think? It was rather unclear, as the Ork thrashed and wiggled about on the floor. (@Xorism) Which was all well and good, until the woman sprung up, began screaming about getting everyone out, and sprinted away. Judging by the ripples and constant shifting within the woman now that they had more info to go off of, as well as the erratic behavior, Ninma had to conclude, the woman was 'tripping'. (@LadyRen )

Ninma let out a sigh, their hands coming up and over their goggles, nearly dislodging them from their face in the process. "What the feth is wrong with all of you...." They began to rise. "I...will try and secure her. But, yes passage off would be nice."

Rising up, Ninma took one step, slipped on the remnants of vomit, and smashed their head against one of the bar tables.

Their goggles cracked, nose starting to trickle blood, as their head thudded against the floor beside that of their wiggling medical assistant.

They were doing so good too.

Roll: 2/20

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

The woman felt him up a bit more before climbing off him. He continued trying to fully gather his surroundings still not fully back from his slumber. That's when the lady screamed out, watch out for what? CHOMP! Twisting around an orc(@Xorism) was crawling into him and biting him. "Ouch! Why the hell are you biting me?!" Oblivious to the flashbang he had endured. "Also why are your eyes closed? Did you get puke in them or something?" He yelled at the orc.

Suddenly he was jumped from behind, someone was digging in his pockets. He heard the woman(@LadyRen) yell out about getting them out. He checked his pockets and realized she took his keys. Turning to chase her, "Wait! You don't even know where the ship is!" As he planted his foot to begin running he slipped on the puke but unlike the medic(@Alleria) who fell before him he slid on the floor into a nearby table. Falling down again as he tried to get up.

Roll:2/20

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

It was now cremek decided to make his own exit, but not before he left something, after all, no use hiding himself now, it was time to leave a signature, one that he always left when he caused or partook in slaughter, a playing card, with the mythobeast skull, with an ace of spades on a table in plain sight, in front of the cameras.

what was once a sick joke of cremek's, now became a wordless call to fellow sith to either invite him back, or declare war. In the end, cremek had made the first move and revealed his "game" to those who knew the symbol, To the sith order, if the footage was released, which he estimated would be in order to place a bounty on him, it hopefully demonstrated that this slaughter he instigated was a message, the roar of a predator, and a bloodthirsty one at that. Cremek was alive.. and Cremek was coming, and he would not be denied in his mission, but the mission in question was something only known to him and his followers.


now carving his way through the crowd, he decided to do something that if it worked, would be absolutely hilarious down the line..tch, nevermind, sure pretending to be an imperial knight happened once but surely lightning could not strike twice, or could it?..

eh, what's the worst that could happen? he probably was going to piss off quite a few powerful people tonight..

Ah, but one more thing, he canceled the recording with a mocking laughter, he then would take the recording, and upload it under a anonymous account on the dark holonet, before crushing the transceiver in his hands to prevent tracking

He then proceeded to make his way off this damn ship and back to his own TIE/EL craft, contacting his droid co-pilot to have him prepared for pickup off this ship. entering an escape boat, he would now extract himself.

/threadexit