Param was vibing with the dancing plant (@Fine Dining Set ) pretty hard. It swished and swayed, and she answered in kind. The music was a beautiful orchestra of colors and sounds, giving life to the queen of plants herself, and her lovely plant subject. A perfect harmony of peace and green goodness that would warm the hearts of anyone on the same astral plane as Param.
Then there was a roar, and a bright dragon charged an innocent fox. Why were the dragons attacking the fox kingdom? They were allies but a moment ago? The ents were in battle with the dark robots that were sending bright dragons everywhere in the air. What did anyone do to deserve this onslaught of violence!?
"Mr. Plant, I need your help," Param said, gently patting the pant's stem. "You have to save the Ruby castle, I'll save the fox kingdom." With that she set forth on a journey, beyond the fields of striped and solid colors round-flowers and toward the amber lakes. She was there, she'd made it!
Unfortunately for Param, Kodi (@Sreeya ) would see her wobbling over GalaQue tables and through people only to faceplant right next to him, completely passed out.
The Sith had asked an excellent question - what kind of plant was Flex? The only way he could answer that is through continued dance. In mushroom-induced jubilation, they shimmied, circled, and wiggled to ashared psychic rhythm. They were smooth with it. All that mattered.
The moment blaster fire began, all else ceased to matter to Flex. Guided by instinct, 10 pounds of Emryc Energy, and the alluring call of Orcish Fantazi mushrooms, Flex pirouetted from the from the dance floor, spinning with gusto, planted a delicious backfist into the lower being that dared threaten the captain of the Scurvy Fox.
However, it was too late, as the chaos had ensued. The ship's unseemly patrons spurred to life, roused from their drunken stupor by blaster fire, and responded with blaster fire of their own. Some, more lightly armed, perhaps, resorted to throwing silverware, drinks, tables; whatever they could get their hands on.
Then, someone had asked for his help. He was a plant. He had to be the best plant he could. Flex listened to the cosmic wind of the universe, and it told him:
Go fucking crazy.
"THEY DON'T KNOW ME SON!" The large Orc bellowed, hurling a chair across the dance floor into one of the hapless would-be bar brawlers as they sprinted towards the chaos. He became a green blur of fists and tusks, rolling and screaming as the brawl continued across the floor.
oh now shit was getting real, cremek decided now was the time to really start the carnage! he pretended to be unknowing of the already heating up all out brawl that he helped spiral out of control, he downed a glass of brandy he "borrowed" aka stole in the chaos, when he realized he was out, he sighed and drew his westar once more, moving to get another drink amidst the chaos he himself just helped fuel, when he was accosted by some drunks himself, he couldn't be bothered to maintain masking his prescance further, as he delivered a nasty kick to a poor man's manhood, as "bro code" was non existent to him, watching him buckle in pain, before he stomped him down, grabbing a glass and slamming it into the next drunks face, he would spin, firing into the third drunks kneecap.
"damn, shits getting heated!"
he brushed past the mandalorian (@Altaris ) with the weird looking fox boy (@Sreeya) on his way to the core of the fighting, so he could get another drink of brandy.
Wolfe continued downing shots as the Sith, Trodai (@Akheron), talked about his love of combat with a tone of bloodlust the mercenary wasn't all that surprised by, but still made him roll his eyes. It wasn't long before Trodai was bickering with a Weequay patron behind him. Those Sith and their tempers, he thought to himself. If nothing else, those tempers tended to cause conflicts that got him paid, so in the end he really didn't mind. He'd just thrown back his tenth shot of the Flamout, growing increasingly warm in the face and irritated with the big-man measuring contest behind him when the Weequay shoved Trodai into the mercenary, knocking him off his seat.
"Oh nnnnnow you'vvvve done ittttt!"
Wolfe growled through slurred speech, standing up as he drew the pair of blaster pistols he kept hanging from his waist, holding them out wide in front of him vaguely in the direction of the Weequay and his gang. The room seemed to move and swirl as a flurry of commotion broke out: a massive Orcolan (@Xorism) stood in the middle of the growing fray, someone fired a blaster into the crowd, and then all hell really broke loose. Another Orcolan (@Fine Dining Set) tossed a chair, knocking out an angry Bith right next to the mercenary.
The band continued playing in the meantime; were they playing louder? Whatever the reason, Wolfe was lost in the energy and the chaos of the moment. He began singing the words to the band's song in a slurred tone, blasting two of the Weequay instigator's friends in the face with his pistols before tossing some punches as he slowly began making his way to the center of the fray.
Ninma became increasingly more confused by the minute, as they watched from their seat as the scene of the party devolved into madness. There was a blur of shapes and echoes moving before them, which really didn't clear things up, as everything seemed to be merging into a mangled mess of chaos. They sat, drink in hand, sipping from their drink, puzzled over the events that were unfolding before their eyes.
Or lack thereof.
The blaster fire drew their attention, just as a body crashed into their table, prompting them to slowly rise, and move to the corner to watch the ensuing madness that was to unfold. They wanted to part in whatever the hell that was, rather, they found this a perfect opportunity to study the currents of the party goers, and how the Force seemed to radiate within them. Of course, when people huddled together like this, such things were...impossible, but still, there was an opportunity to be had and they would not squander it.
They watched as a chair sailed across the way, taking out another bar patron, and took a big sip from their glass. Funny. Back home someone would have already have been stabbed by now. Still, there would no doubt be need for medical aid in one way or another. For now, they would simply enjoy the show and hope no one dared throw hands with the blind person.
Despite his drunken state when Friday heard blaster fire he went all serious. Pulling out a sword during the fight, and his blaster in the other hand, he proceeded to cut at the Weequay, hoping to spill his guys all over the bar floor, thinking he had taken a shot at him. But first he would toy with him a bit, his own lesson for this unruly opponent.
It was a fatal his to try and kill the Pureblood and he would pay with blood.
As the man lunged at the Pureblood with fists his eyes turned to shock as he Trodai unsheathed his right sword from the scabbard and his blaster from it's holster in his left hand. Twisting the blade, he turned it adding momentum until he heard a sickening crunch. Rather than intended the power of the momentum even in his drunk state swinging at the Weequay's face was enough to completely mutilate it beyond repair.
The sword instead followed through, cutting his head in half through the nose. Sending half His head flying towards where His blaster equally found purchase, his legs were ripped to shreds in a hail of blaster fire. Leaving a charred, mutilated mess of what was once a living being. The half head flew across the room, landing at the feet of the Mandalorian 'protecting' Kodi and staring upwards at them both.
If there was any doubt of what he was capable of it was put to rest.
Covered over his front with Weequay blood, the body slumped to the ground and blood leaked all across the floor, onto the dance floor and tainting the foam from the foam party red. The smell of death hung in the air. Trodai smiled jovially, joining his newfound friend as they walked to the centre before Trodai stood back to back as more opponents came for them.
He joined him singing in his drunken state. Not caring if it was put of tune.
It was like he was on a holiday. Now this was a birthday, he thought. What better way for a Warrior to spend it.
He spoke out, slurred speech.
"Now this is a birthday party! I don't think that Weequay is gonna be a problem anynore, he had a fatal case of decapitation and a fatal attachment to blasters! Well if you wanted excitement, you certainly got it my newfound friend! Let's show these pathetic fools what real real fighters can do!"
With the hustle of a lemonade stand on a hot summer's day and no change offered, floating like a pod-racing Hutt with a flat and stinging like a Fiani locked into a 75-year grooming contract for not reading the fine print, Noorbuttah was roaring to go!
Swiftly dodging the first swing from the Lasat, the Orcolan threw one back while clearly holding punches. This only further enraged his opponent. "Think I can't take it?" He viciously mocked albiet slightly winded from the blow. Swinging again, but this time landing one flat on the Orc's chest with a thump. In reflex Cuttah's fist flew forward, bopping the poor Lasat on the nose and into next Tuesday. "No?" came the meek reply.
In all the chaos he'd hardly noticed the raging battle unfolding around him, the seriously pissed off Weequay seemed to have picked a fight with the wrong guy and ended up worse for wear. By simple proximity, the poor Orcolan wore the worst of it, with blood spraying from the deceased in all directions - including his face.
"Oh no..." Door said, as he grabbed his stomach and running in the direction of the somewhat upset one, considering the color of his face. @Akheron"I can't.." his throat clenched, as his stomach rumbled horrendously.
Suddenly before the pureblood, Buttah grabbed the man to try and move him, but it was too late! And with no where else to go, the crimson warrior probably found himself the recipient of what would later be described as an Orcolan Shower. Litres of fun™ content rushed out and splashed in front of him, a devious concoction of Emergy, various mixtures of alcoholic beverage and a lifetime supply of Fantazi Mushrooms blended together.
" 'OO BLUUUUUD." bellowed the Orcolan, belching for good measure.
___Aimi took the drink from the Orcolan (@Fine Dining Set) as he offered it. The woman spun the can around to examine it, her eyes squinting at it. Emryc Energy? What the hell was this? Whatever it was, it sounded wonderfully tacky, perfectly befitting a raucous party like the one she was at. With a shrug, the Fiani woman popped open the top and began sipping.
___The woman's attention flicked to the other Orcolan (@Xorism) as he approached and spoke to her. As his hand met her shoulder, her defensive instincts and training implored her to strike. Aimi disregarded his words of instruction, lost as they were behind the sudden ringing of impulse. Every muscle in her body tensed. She was ready to go on the offensive until she realised the drunken oaf was trying to abscond—and poorly, at that—with the jacket she was still wearing. Her heckles lowered.
___"No, but I think those guys over there might want to," Aimi suggested with a wink. Her words hardly mattered as the Orcoloan moved past her and on to his next professional caper, no doubt. The woman chuckled and shook her head, lifting the drink to her lips to take another conservative sip.
___Then, not long after, the violence broke out. Aimi expected it to happen, but as occupied as she was with the one trying to nick her jacket, her reactions weren't as hasty as they could have been. Her sleek, form-fitting dress also did little to assist in her escape, and given the sudden mosh of people surrounding her all trying to attack one another, she was hardly in a position to move. She soon found herself on the floor, her arms raising in instinct to shield herself from being trampled or attacked.
___This was not a particularly good day to choose to be social. The raging alcohol-fueled testosterone was almost suffocating.
as cremek made his way amongst the absolute chaos, things were going relatively well when this small thing (@Remileah ) who looked like if he shouted too loud, would snap in half, fell to the floor.
you could say Cremeks mandalorian honor and desire to see everyone have a sporting chance in this brawl convinced him to gently extend his hand to at least assist her getting back up, or.. it just could have been pity and second hand embarrassment, after all, it would be stuipid as hell to get KO'ed while flat on your ass and at a disadvantage.
As Kai didn't really seem to bother in terms of his flaming tail, Maeve watched the flames dancing around the fluff in awe, completely oblivious to the chaos and fights beginning all around. She softly chuckled to herself, amazed by the sheer dancing flames while she slowly walked backwards.
The shrooms began to develop their full effects while Maeve neither smelt the fresh Orc puke, nor gave a single damn about the heated battles that picked up their paces. She didn't even realize she walked in a circle, only to randomly check her purse at some point and her eyes falling the various pills she carried.
In her tripping state, Maeve saw nothing but colorful pills of various shapes -some were even dancing in their little bags - but as she was somewhat maniacally laughing, she totally missed the unconscious Param on the ground and chaotically tripped over her motionless body and roughly landing on her knees.
"Dude whaaat". She looked around, completely perplex, just to spot the goth girl on the ground. "I have to save her". As if Maeve would ever generally consider helping someone...yet drugged Maeve suddenly had an epiphany. Here on the ground, she'd probably fall victim to a stampede, so while most other partygoers were involved somewhere else, Maeve grabbed the Echani's legs, pushed herself up and started dragging her towards the exit.
The problem was, however, that she was not moving towards it, but once again rather dragged her to the left, and back to the right, so that neither of them got very far (but somehow ended dangerously close to the giant puke puddle), but then another realization hit her. Didn't she have some performance-spiking pills, too? Smirking to herself, she wildly fumbled around in her purse just to grab the first bag available and confidently popped that pill like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Unbeknownst to her though, it was naught but a strong sedative and so as right as she confidently wanted to get going with Param in tow again, Maeve just slumped down so that she was actually draped across the poor girl she had wanted to save, her body just as limp and both of them still claimed as the night's first victims.
Chaos had taken hold of this party, as the madness only escalated further. Ninma had nearly finished their drink, planning on a tactical retreat, when they became aware of the pile up through the crowd of bar fighters. The scent of vomit struck their nose, as their nostrils flared up. Their hand traveled down to their side, brushing against their med pac, and assuring themselves it was still in place.
This was the easy part, next came wading through the on going fight in an attempt to reach the downed pair. Ninma hovered for a moment, pondering the best path available, and how they would push on through the full on skirmish unfolding in the bar before them. They moved forward, setting their drink onto a table, and bid it farewell. Their festivities were at an end this night. The humanoid wave of aggression sought to waylay them from their first patients of the night, but Ninma was determined to only be partly delayed. Stepping into the mosh pit, they swerved to the side as a Gammoreon came spilling out, taking out a Twi’lek’s legs, and slamming Ninma into what they believed was a Mandalorian, who landed face first into…what they hoped was oatmeal. The fall of the Mandalorian did however prove useful, as a small bit of breathing room was opened. Only for a tall Devaronian to block their path. The horned alien gave a sneer, his hand reaching towards the knife on his belt, and the ripples that pounded from the core of its’ being sent a ripple of alarm through Ninma.
The downed Mandalorian, however, angered at the Miraluka’s apparently sneak attack, attempted to fire a grapple line at Ninma, only to miss and ensnare it on the horn of a Devaronian. Another side step, and they watched the red skinned alien slam face first into the mess on the floor. Regardless, Ninma pressed on, feeling the knife kick off their boot and go skittering into the foot traffic before them. A shove from their right side nearly sent them to the floor, but found purchase on the shoulder of another poor soul, and in a feat that defied luck, sent a poor Bothan into a head on collision with a Trandoshan.
They slammed into the side of a table, their empty eyes now gazing down on the shimmering forms before them. Their patients were indeed alive, but, this was not the place to be rendering aid. A lake of puke was dangerously close, and Ninma could see that one of the poor souls had already been claimed by anothers’ vomit. But there loomed several other bodies that had not been here when they set off on their noble quest. Initially, they tried rolling the bodies off, one nearly made them gag, as it displaced the vomit puddle, the poor soul atop it groaning, though Ninma quietly prayed it would pass without incident. Eventually though, their strength waned, and the reality of being one mere Miraluka trying to render aid, was just not possible. Unable to remove the third body, Ninma settled for what they could. The final body that trapped their two original patients, would require more help to remove.
Grabbing for second body under the pile, Maeve, Ninma attempted to reposition the woman, trying to at least ensure their head was elevated, mouth open, and tongue not obstructing the airways. Though given the madhouse all around, Ninma found themselves just going through the motions. With one woman seemingly secure as best they could manage, Ninma’s sight concerned them upon seeing the previously pinned woman giving off rather concerning auras within their being. A very brief pulse check seemed to concern the worst, and perhaps a mistake was about to be made.
Panic, and a bit of anxiety taking hold, they reached into their belt for their injector, and shoved the needle into Param’s neck. Injecting a dose of adrenaline directly into her system, as Ninma began to scan around, trying to work out an evacuation plan.
Raya was perfectly content to watch the game unfolding - standing just off to the peripheral of the pong table. It didn’t take long for the Mandalorian to acquire a drink of her own, casually sipping the fruity cocktail amidst the thumping music and revelry. Which promptly lasted a few seconds at best - before things rapidly devolved into chaos.
Unlike the rest of the party-goers, Raya seemed largely unfazed by the fighting that broke out all across the Yacht. She was a Kryze born and raised - and there wasn’t a Mandalorian social event in history that ended before blasters were drawn or fists were thrown. Her gaze flicked over to the Pureblood who started the brawl, smirking wildly until the Fiani from before randomly took cover behind her armored figure.
“The fuck are you doing?!” She barked back at Kai, only to catch a glimpse of the blaster-wielding pirate in pursuit. The Kryze barely had enough time to activate the gauntlet buckler that was attached to her vambrace, deflecting the following bolt deeper into the crowd and away from them.
Drawing the pistol from her hip, Raya fired off two rounds in return - bolts of citrine plasma that cut across the raging crowd. It was enough to send the pirate ducking for cover of his own, flipping one of the tables where cans of Emergy were on display. Unfortunately, it would leave Flex showered in cans and sticky, purple liquid.
Before Raya could lower her weapon, the Mandalorian was abruptly tackled from the side - depriving Kai of his protection. A furious Duros had apparently been on the near-receiving end of the deflected blaster, and had every intention of pummeling the Mandalorian warrior into the yacht floor.
The two figures wrestled across the ground, until Raya finally opted to follow Kai’s advise from before. Her right wrist extended upwards to activate the flamethrower built into her vambrace. It was enough to provide momentary reprive from the hail of fists, but not before the Duros attempted to angle her wrist away from himself.
And directly towards Kai.
The Fiani would suddenly find his protector as the source of danger - as a gout of rolling flames belched onto the floor and towards his lower half. He would have mere moments to duck away from the flames before his feet and tail were singed as a result, considering the floor was covered in spilled alcoholic beverages and energy drinks.
The fact that there was not fire on the yacht was, likely, a bigger problem - as it rapidly began spreading towards the curtains and nearby furniture.
Trael had been about to toss his ball when all hell broke loose. Blasters began firing all around, people were fighting. Some were even puking. Making his way down the steps towards a human pile. Before he could make it to the pile he was interrupted by a patron. "Hey buddy you stepped in my path. Now I'm going to open up that pretty face of yours." The man swung for him but being drunk was easy to dodge. The sith grabbed one of his daggers and in doing so realizing one is missing. Slashing upwards he sliced the mans neck open.
Now reaching the pile a medic had cleared some of the bodies. He helped clearing the rest until the two women he knew were un covered. "See this is why we don't eat random things Param." He would say addressing the acolyte(@TheDudeMike) in a tone mocking her master. "I can carry the other somewhere out of the way for you to work on while I work on clearing the ship." He said turning to the doctor(@Alleria). Crouching down waiting for the medic to let him know her choice.
Now this was a right proper fucking party! cremek had only just fetched his brandy when the mandalorian woman (@Altaris) had ignited her flamethrower, he watched as the flames quickly spread to where he used to be sitting, and he just sighed and facepalmed, but using a flamethrower with all this alcohol, and turn this place into a infirno was something he could get behind, a simple "K'oyacyi!" directed to the woman was enough to show his appreciation for her sparking one of the most entertaining ideas he had yet tonight..
he would kneel down to a table, and snap a leg clean off, before dipping it in the fire, he would then throw his glass of brandy onto some idiot who decided now was the time to charge a mandalorian, the man stumbled back, and began cursing at the offence, cremek stood there a moment, listening to him as if he genuinely gave a damn, before tossing the makeshift torch onto the man, setting him on fire mongol style, he just stood there and watched as the poor man burned alive.
"you know, burning people kind of smell like chicken or beef.. that's odd..."
Param jolted awake with a gasp of foul smelling air. Gone were the plants and dragons, and in were people brawling, blaster bolts flying, and all around chaos. The worst of it, was that she was covered int he source of the foul smell, from head to toe. She gagged, but the adrenaline kept her from puking. And there was Trael, lifting the last body off her and trying to give her a lesson. It was the wrong lesson. This is why you don't let Sith that can't handle human interactions into parties.
She crawled her way out of the vomit, lifting herself to her still wobbly feet. Away from the vomit was where she was heading. It was only then that she saw the flames, and a fluffy tail. It was like muscle memory. The heels came off in an instant, and she was a blur of Force Speed, coming between Kodi and the mandalorian flame thrower. On the way over, the dress that Master Thel (@DMCK ) had definitely paid too many credits for came off with a rip. Her fingers were burnt in the process, but she was able to throw the dress over the flamethrower, giving her and Kai (@Sreeya ) precious seconds to get away from the weapon.
Of course, this left her in her lacy underwear, orc vomit covering her body in an exact outline of where the dress once was. Making it to the opposite side of the room from the flaming Mando (@Altaris ), Param started to dance around. A string of "Ew ew ew ew ew!" coupled with whispers and cries as she felt the vomit covering her moving onto clean areas of her body.
In the midst of all the chaos, people slipping left and right within and outside of the brawl. It was bad enough to have one loose cannon slicing and dicing, but what started as a fun filled brawl quickly became a murderhobo festival.
The new butchering arrival (@Javier esschoolbus )was perhaps initially lucky that the Orcolan 's queezy tummy was as empty as could be, not that it would stop the dry heaving from starting.
With a ugh and a hrrll, Buttah tried to turn away, but alas between the fighting and the growing pile there was nowhere for him to turn. That was of course until he finally turned to see one of the murderhobo's lining up its next victim, as far as he could tell.
Simply to stop the impending bloodshed, and save the already poor victims of a funtazi slurry from having a worse day, he acted in the most logical manner he could.
By bonking the culprit on the head with his large fist with only enough force for a quick nap. (@Javier esschoolbus ) Hopefully in the process, Also teaching some manners.
Turning to the doctor to check they were okay, Buttsh offered to help the pile escape behind his big bulky handsome frame.
Trodai was having the time of his life, cutting down any who got too close, even cutting one unlucky Nautalon across the belly, gutting them where they stood and leaving them to try and gather the intestines and organs that fell out on the floor. It was no avail and before long they too fell.
After that Trodai's jovial mood soured when the Orcalon for before approached, he was at first fine until fresh blood streaked across his face. Then the Purebloo Massassi looked in shock as he unleashed a sticky, smelly torrent upon him. Coughing bits out from his own mouth and gagging, flailing to remove as much mess as he could off himself, Trodai slipped over the huge puddle beside him.
Landing in the puddle face first was not on his to do list but such was the day.
Again gagging as he lifted himself up, Trodai puked himself as a result of the smell that now offended his nose and stuck to everything. As the puke dripped from his body and off the armour, now coated green with a assortment of other strange colours,Trodai accepted this would have likely been one of the outcomes anyway.
He shrugged in his drunken stupor and a rare occurrence happened. He let the Orcalon off, at least for now.
He had other concerns, namely when another attacker, a human tried slashing a broken great glass at his face. And fighting dirty. Trodai was having none of it and swung his sword, thick with blood, bits of gut and puke across, he split him in half.
Rolled D20: 17
More guts spilled and a tone of blood splattered across the floor and anyone nearby as the two halves slid apart. This time Trodai elected to move away from the Orcalon in case he puked again. It was then the Purebloods senses smelt the fire and he saw the glow spreading throughout the bar and dance hall. No doubt the rest of the ship too. This he took as a sign to try and get out.
And so he spoke to Corvus Thawn before he tried make an exit, swinging at any or shooting any who were not friendly and came close.
"This is gonna take at least a week to clean off! I smell like a dump heap! Looks like it's time to vacate before we burn with the ship. Here take this, I'll be in contact once I'm more sober and clean!"
Trodai passed his com-link number then made his getaway, trying avoid any he could, and disposing of those he couldn't avoid and tried striking him. Soon enough and the security showed up trying to see what the hell was going on. They started pulling people apart, attempting to try restore some order but were heavily outnumbered by drunken, angry revelers.
Other staff had extinguishers and were trying to contain what flames they could but it was a fruitless endeavour. The ship was burning as much as the man in fire who Trodai saw collapse in front of a bartender.
the Chiss barked, ducking down as blaster fire whizzed past him, apparently aimed at Kodi. He kicked over the pong table out of sheer habit, beer spilling all down the VIP area's stairs as another shot struck the improvised cover. Kodi darted behind the Mando who showed up. While Duran's buzzed fingers tried to get to one of his pistols, the Mando and some Duro got into a brawl that set the floor on fire, causing Duran to scramble backward away from the now very-on-fire floor.
"Who in hell brings a-!? Right, Mando," he slurred through a grumble, finally pulling his gun out and standing up to find a target. Oh hey, a Duro. Zhaan took a step, shoved his barrel's blaster into the Duro's right upper back, and pulled the trigger. They flopped to the ground and slid down the beer-lubed stairs with a brand new, smoking hole in their lung. Thinking quickly, Zhaan darted away again as stray bolts, vomit, and other miscellaneous debris flung through the air. He looked around and aimed his blaster upward- toward the fire suppressant systems.
"I got it- aw fuck-" Duran fired upward at the sprinkler and, to everyone's likely surprise including most strongly his own, managed to actually hit it. Water poured down on the VIP area, helping put out the fire. At the same time, however, the Chiss slipped on the beer-covered ground and went on a surprise trip.
He slid toward the stairs, careening down them and yelling the entire way only to pop right back up at the end. "Got it!" he repeated, right before some bulky Besalisk slammed into him, collateral from yet another brawl. Duran was flung off to the side, bouncing off several more brawl participants, before slamming to the ground.
Zhaan squeaked loudly across the fluid-soaked ground, disoriented but yet still somehow cognizant enough to notice he wasn't alone in the floor-bound club. The Chiss skid to stop by Aimi (@Remileah ) in a very specific poseand fired his blaster upward at nobody to clear the crowd around her.
"Hey," he greeted, jutting his chin. "How you doin'?"
cremek looked at the sprinkler as it started to pour down on all of them, fighting the fires, it was a rather serene moment as cremek happened to love water, he always found it pelting him to almost be as relaxing as snow, he sighs contently, not even mad anymore that the fire was put out. he sticks his hand to let the water hit it.
"you know what.. i'm not even mad at that, that was a sick shot."
he turned to the chiss (@Mr. Teatime ) who was also, like the fox lady thing thing, (@Remileah ) flat on his ass.
The Mando was in front of him, and suddenly she was not. He had no clue what was happening outside of pure, unbridled violence. Everyone was thrown around and people were dying. This was business as usual on Nar Shaddaa, but he certainly didn’t expect this in a classy Corporate Sector liner.
His sensitive nose picked up a horrific smell and he barely registered that Butters (@Xorism ) and Tentacleface (@Akheron ) were having a puke off contest. Kai looked around for Param, failed to spot her, and thought to just duck to the ground and scurry away like a rat to escape the immediate shitshow. However, that was when the Mando (@Altaris ) seemingly teleported to the floor and started shooting flames at him, “I DIDN’T MEAN FLAME ACTIVATE ON ME, BUCKETHEAD!” He screeched.
That was when Param (@TheDudeMike ) arrived like an angel summoned from above to be his savior of light. Or so was the intent. Kai’s jaw dropped as she flung herself in the path of the flames. Kai outright tackled her out of the way, tumbling to the ground so she didn’t have sustained burns. They rolled on the floor and Kai ended up atop her. He was entirely unfocused on her state of attire because something else assailed his nostrils at once, “Why do you smell so bad?” He blurted out, fighting back his own urge to vomit.
Kai got on his hands and knees and motioned for her to crawl on the ground beside him. Walking was far too risky right then. He made his way over to a chair, snatching his coat from earlier. It had some spillage on it, but it was completely fine otherwise. He draped it over Param to cover her, shuffling over till he came across other people apparently enjoying the floor in the form of Blue (@Mr. Teatime ) and the hot fox (@Remileah )from earlier. Kai crawled over next to Blue, “Where we goin’?” He asked using Blue’s own accent, just as the Chiss had done their very first day of meeting when he was also on the floor during a crisis…