Princesses, Pirates, and Mandos, Oh My!

[Ral]

Marketplace
Theed, Naboo
Mid Rim
1100 Hours Local Time
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It was a beautifully sunny day on the small out of way planet of Naboo. There were only sparse clouds in the sky, their white fluffiness lazily hanging in the vast overhead cerulean ocean. For the small capital city of Theed, a place which could barely be called a city by any right, it was a typical weekday morning. People went about their business, buying goods, attending classes, or going to important meetings. From a typical outsider's perspective the quiet and peaceful life of the people of Naboo must have seemed almost idea. There was no conflict on their world to speak of, outside the occasional scuffle with the Gungan, and no one really bothered it. It was the perfect planet if someone wanted to get away from violence and have a nice quiet life.

Of course, for the wandering Mandalorian Ral Vizsla and his companion Bardan Kex, a quiet life abstaining from violence was like asking a fish not to swim. Over the past six years, the two men had gotten themselves into many adventures and The two men had landed on Naboo earlier that morning to restock and refuel their ship; wandering mercenaries tended to need those sorts of things. As they entered the wide and sunny market, Ral paused and took a moment to take in the surroundings. It was a busy place, if either he or Kex were wanted men (they had taken precautions to ensure they weren't) this would be the perfect place for an ambush. Though, Ral couldn't imagine anyone wanting to attack a pair of Mandalorians in armor in public in broad daylight. Tapping the heavy blaster pistol holstered across the front of his waist, Ral thought for a moment.

Turning to his longtime friend and companion, his right hand still on his pistol, his left on the vibrosword he wore on his hip, Ral gave a shit-eating grin as he spoke, "Alright, remember, we're just here to pick up some foodstuffs, and if this planet has any power packs for our weapons. Try not to get distracted by every half-way decent lady with a rack, got it?" Letting out a light chortle, he turned back to face the market, "Alright, I suppose we should get on with it. No point wasting our time on this boring backwater that never sees any action at all. Unless there was something else you wanted to do on this planet?"

@Bardan Kex, @Rae Anne Jarrus, @Benvenu7, @Law abiding heretic
OOC: Let's stick to one post per player for each round so the posting order doesn't get too screwy. Otherwise post when you can!

 

[Arcangel]

The marketplace was bustling with activity, native Nabooians going about their simple lives on their beautiful, peaceful planet. Taking some much needed R&R after a few grueling months of security work for the Dugs on Malastare, Caedryn Vizsla sat at ease in the patio of an open air diner, his chair leaned back against the side of the building and his feet up on the white table, armored boots scuffing the the painted finish. With one hand resting on the pommel of the vibrosword that rode on his waist and the other holding a cup of caf and his helmet sitting out of reach on the table next to his boots, the Mandalorian clearly wasnt expecting any trouble. The other patrons of the diner, however, ate as if in a rush to get away from the place, and the usually packed eatery known for its excellent pastries was nearly bare. The few customers that had braved the armed and armored Mandalorians presence sat on the far side of the patio, nervously glancing at the relaxed man between bites and speaking in hushed tones.

Sitting forward to lazily scoop up a pastry, some kind of tart made from a local fruit Caedryn couldnt remember the name of, the warrior thought he saw a familiar set of armor entering the square. Taking a bite and savoring the sour, fruity flavor of the pastry, he chewed slowly while peering across the square, a few crumbs spilling from the corner of his mouth before tumbling down his armored chest. His eyes widened as he recognized his cousin Ral Vizsla as one of the armored men. Thinking back, he could hardly recall the last time he had seen the man, but it had been a year at least. Leaning back in his chair again, taking another bite of his pastry, Caedryn waited for the two men to come closer to the diner before raising an arm and giving them a wave.

 

[Bardan Kex]

Naboo, the verdant Mid-rim world was as beautiful as the last time the former Jedi had the opportunity and pleasure to walk upon it. As he and Ral walked down the street, his head would be on a swivel. Partially it was due to experience over the past few years of traveling with his friend, trouble always seemed to have a way to find them, and partially it was just to take in the sights, watching as the peaceful people went about their lives. Though he was in fact armored, Bardan had chosen to leave most of the House Kryze colored armor's plates back on board their ship going only with the chest armor and his helmet, the later of which presently sat fastened to his belt, while he wore a simple brown hide jacket over the vest. He looked to Ral as he turned to speak with him, the other man's hands casually resting on the pistol and sword on his side as he often did. To be fair though, he kept himself ready to quickly pull either his own pistol or the lightsaber he carried on the back of his belt. He loosely followed the conversation as his eyes did in fact fall on a rather attractive looking local as she walked past behind Ral, their eyes met and he'd flash a charming grin to which she blushed before being dragged off by her escort.

"I'm sorry what? Something about food?" he'd respond as he watched the woman walk away, he had of course heard everything. "You know I'm sure I can think of several somethings to do on this backwater, a little R&R can go a long way. Make the world a little less boring and a lot more memorable."

He'd break his gaze from the young woman and bring it back on the market, he'd take in a deep breath appreciating the fresh air even this deep into the city. While certainly a peaceful world and even 'boring' as Ral had insisted the Mandalorian could still appreciate the world and the people's comfort in who they were. Though it was not a world he could remain on long, even back in his Jedi days the call to explore, to take action had been too great for him, that certainly caused some of his troubles with higher ranked Knights and Masters of the Order. He felt a brief spike of pain shoot through his right eye socket as his mind drifted too far in memories of the Jedi, it was a phantom pain, the bodies memory of the loss of his eye and an unneeded reminder that it was now cybernetic. He'd point to a dinner where he noticed an old acquaintance and fellow trouble maker enjoying a treat. He'd nod to Ral and make his way toward the other warrior. A group of school children ran by, pausing momentarily to take in the sight of the two armored warriors and the third seated calmly in the cafe, they seemed ecstatic at the sight. As two would make their way into the diner, Bardan halted for a moment, as a strange feeling came over him, he'd shake it off and follow Ral in. "Caedryn Vizsla! As I live and breathe. What brings you to this quaint part of the Galaxy?"

 

[Jabonicus]

Zevi had arrived with Caedryn, albeit she wasn't much of a fan of Theed. Sitting across the booth from him, her red, heavily modified helmet sat on the table, facing her. Looking at it while nothing was inside, it seemed unnaturally hollow, the metal sparse on the sides in an odd shape to allow her headtails to hang out. Looking up as she watched her fellow Mandalorian as he ate his... Thing. She was a carnivore, her body was simply incapable of eating much else other than meat, and perhaps very, very simple foods, in very small amounts.

Pulling out a piece of salted jerky from her bag, she idly gnawed on it, reminding herself that the foods the omnivores ate were probably quite delicious to them. Turning her bright eyes towards the door, where Caedryn had waved, it didn't take her long to recognize who it was. "Heh. Doesn't seem like I can get away from Ral that easily, huh?" She joked to herself. She was quite familiar with the man. After all, she owed him everything. She wouldn't be a Mandalorian, hell, she would probably be a slave if it wasn't for him.

Taking note of Ral's companions, she swallowed down the salted jerky, deciding to talk instead of eat. "I didn't expect to see you here, of all places."

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

"Princess, we can not give you the authority to be on your own." her lead guard said to her. Arwen crossed her arms pretending to change her mind and then went out to the gardens where there was a gate that she would be able to get out of easily.. or go over the wall. She walked out of the castle and grabbed her saber on the way along with her blasters and then jumped the fence of the gardens and left for the markets of Theed. "I need to learn more stuff to be able to keep these guards off my back when I wanna do stuff. They're so over protective." she muttered to herself. It wasn't much longer she arrived in the markets and started looking around. She knew many people would most likely recognize their princess, but it was normal for them to see her out and around so for new comers, they would probably be starry eyed at Naboo's beautiful princess. She had witnessed it before and it made her giggle everytime.

As she walked around she saw some twi'leks, some togrutas, rodians, and a wide variety of people and aliens. She figured she was a little hungry so she stopped by at a nearby food stand an bought a small fruit that looked somewhat like an apple. She walked by some stores peacefully and saw a dress store not far away and remembered that she didn't have a dress for the upcoming dinner. So she went inside to take a look around. The seamstress/owner/cashier looked up with a welcoming smile to her. "Hello my lady. How may I assist you today?" she asked Arwen. She looked over to the cashier and gave a warm smile. "Maggie, no need to stand on formalities when it's just us. You've come to take my measurements since before I could remember. I just came in to see if you had something simple blue, sparkly, strapless and that came just before my knees. But if it has a single sleeve, where one arm is covered with a sleeve, but the other isn't, thats fine too." she said trying to speak a little faster to get it all out. "Yes of course. I'll get that made and it can be sent to you three days before the dinner." Maggie replied. Arwen smiled and paid for the dress before saying a farewell an headed back out into the streets past a pastry shop where some Mandalorians were hanging out. She admired them for a second seeing a Togrutan girl, and three men with their helmets off. One in particular seemed interested in women. Thinking of this she gave a mall giggle to herself and looked the building up and down with a smile as she walked on to the store next door.

 

[Richie B.]

The princess was clearly not smart, if she only realized how much her head was worth to the right people, she would never do theses little walks, outside the protection of her little palace, right now several pirates and other criminals all came together for a bounty on this little sweet princess, of course death wasn't going to be accepted. So the many criminals agreed to be as careful as possible though of course Durak didn't trust any of them, they weren't part of his crew, but he knew he would need them if he was to get some of those credits. The city was peaceful, quiet something completely different from the Zabrak, a large beast of a man, bigger than his other brethren thanks to his past as a ex Sith, though it would have been very helpful if he remembered any of his time with the Sith.

The pirate was wearing civilian cloths but kept on him, two pistols, a combat knife and his old lightsaber which would only be used in an emergency, Durak wanted to make sure that everything was in position. The plan was to cause a big distraction, forcing the Nabooians to flee, while the police tried to search what is happening, the explosion would be a little far off yet close enough that everyone here would feel it. Watching everything from a small store hopefully no one would notice a large Zabrak just looking at some plates, deciding to contact one of his partners to make sure they were all ready.

A small group was waiting by a speeder for a quick escape, and one giving overwatch to make sure no one follows them and takes out anyone that tries to play the hero. But if everyone just panics like the weak spin Nabooians will most likely to do it, will make this a very quick and easy job, though he notice the few mandalorians they would most likely run also to the explosion thinking that's where the violence will be.

"Everyone get ready I am going to set off the charges now." Durak said though the commicator an once they responded, everyone would hit the ground as the explosions went of, an the beast will begin to go after his prey.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Maki had been perched on top of a tower overlooking the market district for the past hour waiting for the Naboo Princess to make an appearance. So far all was quiet as she leaned against the green railing, smoking a mellow strain of spice heavily diluted with tabaco as her tail curled around the cold barrel of her rifle. Maki saw nothing interesting as she scanned the crowd with her binoculars save for a small group of mandalorians; she wasn't too concerned however as they would probably move on by the time the charges detonated or be too shell shocked to interfere.

The groups waiting game finally paid off as Maki spotted the young princess meander around the fruit stalls, alone. "I've spotted the mark Durak, standing by." She radioed through her com relay to the Zabarak that was in charge of this operation. Maki stored her binoculars in her satchel as she grabbed her rifle, effortlessly flicking the safety off and holding it at the ready; bracing herself for the inevitable explosion.

 

[Ral]

Seeing his cousin came as a rather large surprise to Ral. The Mandalorian hadn't expected to see Caedryn on Naboo of all places, but that didn't mean he wasn't happy to see a familiar face. Raising a hand in return and giving his relative a wave, Ral walked over to where Caedryn was sitting. As they approached, Ral smiled at Zevi, glad to see his favorite Togruta there, too. Waiting until Kex had finished speaking, Ral added, "I'm sure there's a most interesting reason, whatever it is. Definitely not something boring like 'I needed a vacation' or something dry and boring like that!" The Mandalorian gave a chuckle as he looked to his other friend. "Zevi, it's good to see you, too. I'm honestly surprised why you even try to stay away from me, you know you can't." He gave the Togruta a wink before patting her on the head between her montrals.

As he waited for his friends and companion to finish speaking and get through their introductions so they could get to the heart of the matter, a series of explosions went off nearby. The group was standing close enough to the blast that there was a noticeable wave of pressure, nothing deadly, but enough for the Mandalorians to feel the change. Instinctively, Ral's combat reflexes took hold of himself as he dropped low to the ground as he drew his pistol. Making sure his helmet was securely sealed to his head with a quick touch inspection, Ral brought his pistol up as he flipped over a nearby table. "What the kriff is going on here?" Ral barked across to his friends, "I thought Naboo was supposed to be full of a bunch of candy-assed pacifists and artists!"

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn watched idly as the two warriors made their way towards the diner, sipping his caf. When they stepping through the diner door, Caedryn felt a cold feeling for just a moment before shaking it off. As his two fellow Mandalorians walked into the patio, Caedryn couldnt help but to break into a grin at Bardan and Rals words. "By the gods! Bardan Kryze, you're the last person i'd expect to see here on Naboo. And aye cousin it is indeed such a boring story, in fact you would need a vacation too after spending months on kriffing Malastare with the Dugs."

Waiting for Zevi to deal with Ral, Caedryn smirked as his cousin patted the Togruta on the head. A sudden boom interrupted their meeting however, as several explosions went off nearby. Moving in a flash, Caedryn swept up his helmet and pulled it down on his head, sealing it with the rest of his Huscarl-class armor and booting up the system as he kicked over his table. Drawing his heavy blaster pistol in a twisting motion as he crouched behind the table, Caedryn couldnt help but curse himself for not having all of his gear with him. He had left his jetpack and his blaster rifle on his ship, not expecting any trouble on naboo. Besides his pistol and his sword, all that left him with was the retractable vibroblade on his left wrist, and the small blaster and dart launcher on his right.

Glancing over at his cousin as he yelled, Caedryn barked back, his helmets speakers amplifying his voice so the others could hear him over the commotion in the square. "Aye i though so too, otherwise i wouldnt have packed so light." Peering over the table, Caedryn was treated to a chaotic view as the occupants of the market square ran every which way in panic.

@Bardan Kex

 

[Bardan Kex]

Bardan had a grin to match Caedryn's as he and Ral approached the man who was his occasional student in the ways of the force. His eyes would drift and find a familiar Togruta, instantly he would mentally kick himself over not recognizing the woman as he had entered, she was an old friend of Ral's and the occasional adventuring partner to the both of them. He would swiftly cease his mental beration as he noted that she too had failed to recognize him feigning injury he would speak as Ral patted her on the head. "Zevi, you wound me! Don't you recognize your old friend? Is it that I'm not wearing the helmet?" he'd pat the helmet at his side and the look on his would change from the feigned hurt to that off a mocking grin as he brought a hand up to cover his right eye. "Perhaps its the eye, I was one less when first we met."

He'd let out a faint chuckle that was soon drowned out by a detonation. His look would turn dead serious as the hand resting on his helmet shot up, placing the item over his head and sealing it as his right hand shot down, coming up with pistol in hand. It happened so fast, so instinctively he wasn't sure if he had actually grabbed it or pulled it to his gloved hand via the force, either way it wouldn't matter, it was in his hand now and ready. He quickly lowered himself behind the table Ral had kicked over, looking back to the other patrons of the dinner as they began to panic. "Eveybody get down, and keep away from the windows!" he would shout, as he heard Caedryn make a comment about how the veritable arsenal he usually carried wasn't with him. Not waiting to see if the Naboo citizens did as he had instructed Bardan would peak over the table, looking to the market square to see what was going on.

@Jabonicus

 

[Jabonicus]

Zevi simply rolled her eyes at Ral, giving him a slightly annoyed, playful look as he patted her head. "Pfft, you can't blame me for trying to catch a break every now and then." She replied teasingly, as if spending time with him was some form of punishment. Turning her attention to Bardan, it took her a moment to process who it was. Grinning as he called her out, she shrugged with a short laugh. "Not my fault, all you humans look practically the same." She replied. "At least now you have something different to recognize you by." She added, commenting on his eye.

Then air pressure changed for a brief moment as pressure was exerted powerfully, the sure sign of detonation. Grabbing her customized helmet, something designed by both her and Ral, she slipped it over her head, grabbing her heavy blaster pistol, crouching down with her companions. This didn't seem right, this might be Theed, but would could someone possibly gain by bombing here? "You have to be kriffing with me! What is there to even bomb around here?" Zevi questioned, glancing around with her companions.

Glancing around, she frowned, the bakery wasn't a target. Not yet, anyway. Staying crouched, she moved forward, pulling another table down as potential cover, as she tried to get a better, straightforward view towards the door.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Arwen was getting ready to head into the store she was window shopping at, until she heard an explosion just on the other side of town. Instinctly somehow, the blasters on her hips came to her hands somehow as she walked back towards the bakery looking for a place to take cover. Noticing the tables flipped on their sides on the porch, but not the Mandalorians behind them, she sat next to a bush next to the staircase thinking for a second. Why was anyone attacking Theed?? The town was harmless with no weaponry... except for her weapons that she possesed.

Spoiler: Arwen's blaster(s)

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After a quick thought, she got back up and started moving. If the mandos saw her, they would see a tall blonde haired woman dressed more like a fancy Jedi than a princess and holding blasters. She ran to a fat stumped tree not far from the cafe and looked to see the explosion wasn't far off. She then remembered a way to get through town without being seen hopefully and started jogging back to where she was window shopping and would stop for a minute trying to think of where the entrance to the tunnel was.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Maki was far enough away to not be stunned by the blast as she watched the resulting carnage through the scope of her rifle. The once peaceful market district was now a cacophony of dissonance as people ran as fast as they could from the blast. Maki looked up for a second, admiring the notoriety they would no doubt garnish in the next couple minutes as before seeing the princess's head sticking out from behind a large tree.

"There you are." Maki said to herself as she she saw that the mandalorians were hunkered down behind a couple tables. She snapped back to the tree to see that Arwen had left the tree and started jogging towards a store. Maki aimed a few feet in front of her and squeezed the trigger on her rifle, sending a bolt of superheated energy barreling towards the ground a few feet in front princess with a loud *Krack!*

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: sorry for the wait guys was busy.)

Durak smiled as he heard the explosion go off it truly was going as planned which was nice for once. The pirated hated when things didn't, he was one quick to anger and has a need for greed, thanks to the dark side corruption of his very soul. Not like he cared, Durak knew what he was a messed up Zabrak and an ex Sith yet it mattered little as now he was out for himself and his crew's pockets as long as they all have credits for days he was in a good mood.

Now that his sniper had the princess in sight the next part of the objective had started, running out of his hiding spot not caring if he was spotted because a large Zabrak with lots of scares on his face mattered little as citizens of all type ran around screaming. As the unthinkable happened many people were worried that someone was attacking Theed, so they ran to their homes, safe spots anything that to them felt like the right idea. Though Durak was sure someone would blame the gungans with their uneasy relationship with their human neighbors.

As soon as the bolt was shot, by the sniper, the beast had his pistol out and fired a stun bolt at the princess's back. She would be caught by surprise an would most likely get hit in the back, which cause Durak would run up and grab her before she hit the floor, the sound of blaster fire would cause more panic and make it hard for people to see what was happening. If the mandalorians saw they would most likely just see a Zabrak man picking up a fallen girl and a blaster bolt mark just in front of her. No way on pinning it on him, unless the mandos hated Zabraks who were tall, with scar's and look scary.

"I got her." Durak would say over the communicator, now the snipers job is to cover Durak as he went to the speeder and took the princess away.

Of course she could be sold back to her family but that was for whoever put the bounty on her head might do. It mattered little, Durak would carry her like a princess and run towards the opposite side of the explosions and hopefully the mandos mind their own business.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Arwen looked up as a blaster bolt hit the ground two feet in front of her and she let out a squeal as she then looked up to the pirate shooting at her and glared. She was about to say something, but instead it was turned into a quick scream as a blaster bolt hit her in the back. Her heart raced as she was stunned and she started falling as she completely passed out.

 

[Ral]

Peeking over the table he had flipped over and used as cover, the Mandalorian with the flower-covered helmet dared to spy on the development happening in the marketplace. Ral Vizsla wondered what in blazes was going on, why there was an explosion, and why things always had to get exciting when he went somewhere. Couldn't he just have a visit to a world that was nice and relaxing and didn't involve some sort of shootout? The answer to that question would make itself evident as the resounding discharge of a blaster rifle echoed through the marketplace. Watching in almost dumbfounded awe as a blonde woman, who looked a lot like a Jedi, dash out into the street before the blaster bolt that was fired exploded feet in front of her, Ral began to wonder what this woman was thinking running out into the open.

What happened next surprised him even more. Apparently, this woman was the target of a kidnapping, that or she had a bounty on her head and this rather large and intimidating Zabrak appeared, stunning the woman. As his eyes relayed the scene before him, Ral felt the urge to act. He didn't care what was going on, he wasn't going to let some woman be potentially kidnapped right in front of him. Turning to his companions he motioned them forward. "There's a Zabrak out there trying to abduct a woman! C'mon, let's go save her! FOR MANDALORE!"

Standing up, Ral charged around the table. He took one step forward, then another, and then he lost his footing. His foot had found its way onto an éclair, and he was starting to slip. As his legs shot forward, his back fell downwards, his hands reaching out for something to grab to break his fall. Ral hit the ground hard, and his helmet, which had not been properly secured to his head (something he missed when he checked it) shot off, rolling into another cream-filled pastry not too far away, its flowery designs now covered by the white filling. Stars shot across his vision, and Ral blinked for a few seconds oblivious to what was happening at the moment. Once he realized his helmet had rolled away he scrambled back onto all fours. "No! Damn it! Kriff, kriff, kriff!" He muttered as be crawled towards his helmet. Grabbing it and hastily placing it back on his head, Ral returned to the cover of the tables. "Okay so maybe not."

 

[Bardan Kex]

The visor of Bardan's purple helm barely peeked out over the edge of the table he was was using for cover, he needed to get a view of the situation. A young woman, who looked an aweful lot like a Jedi (and he knew a Jedi when he saw one) ran out into the open courtyard, no doubt having some incredibly unhealthy desire to try and help. As the she ran by something about her appearance seemed familiar to the warrior, the blonde hair, the facial features, he'd seen it before but couldn't place it. Suddenly an all too unwelcome and familiar ear worm of a tune sparked in his memory, he cursed as the tune about an overly angsty teenage girl played out in his head. He watched as she ran straight out, before a blaster bolt impacted into the ground directly ahead of her, when she was running in a straight line. Either she was being hunted by the worst sniper in the Galaxy, or she was being herded. Kex really, really wanted to give the shooter the benefit of the doubt, but found that he just couldn't.

"How do I always end up in this oisk?" Bardan would ask, to none of his companions in particular.Feeling confident that the Sniper wouldn't be able to hit him if he tried, Bardan would remove his helmet as he ducked back behind the overturned table. Pistol still in his right hand Bardan would reach with his left for the pouch on his belt containing a flask of fine aged Corellian Whiskey, it was an item he had early on decided he would need on him when he started traveling with Ral, a decision he had never regretted. Well maybe once, and then that other time... But he didn't like to talk about that. As he unscrewed the cap of the flask he heard Ral begin shouting about some Zabrak trying to kidnap the Jedi, peeking out once more from behind the table Bardan would get a view of the large scared man as he approached the woman on the ground. He'd take a sip of the smokey whiskey as their 'fearless' leader charged forth over the table, right into the most dangerous of a Mandalorian's enemies, an éclair. Unfortunately for him, he was unable to savor and swallow the whiskey, as a uproar of laughter burst from within at the sight of his friend crawling across the floor for his helm, which was decorated in the planet Mandalore's preferred flower, the Tu'lip. He'd shake his head, baffled by the sight and at his friend's humiliation. An audible sigh escaping from his lips as he ducked down, taking yet another drink. "What a daring rescue!"

 

[Jabonicus]

Being at a different table, her action to get a better view of what was happening paid off, as she noticed both the general direction that the sniper bolt came from, and she saw, rather clearly, the Zabrak stunning his target. She was about to say something when Ral spoke up, apparently she wasn't the only one who intended to do something about it. With a grin, she didn't bother to buckle her helmet in place as she sprung up with Ral.

She managed to take a grand number of six steps before slipping on a cream filled pastry, her helmet rolling off as she faceplanted into an absolutely disgusting excuse for food: An 'eclair. She could feel the horrid abomination slip past her lips, and instead of getting up to continue where Ral had failed, she sputtered and spat, the carnivore absolutely refusing to have the disgusting food in her mouth. "Blech! Kriffing pastries! How do you people even eat these? They're disgusting!"

Her armor was speckled with cream from various pastries and crushed dough that she had fallen on. Turning to Ral, something inside her desperately wanted to blame him.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Maki Attempted to stifle a laugh as she watched the impending charge of three Mandalorian Warriors be routed by a couple éclairs and a table. She lined up the rifle's reticle with the exposed head of the Torgrutan warrior but hesitated as Maki watched her spit out a mouthful of cream. Feeling somewhat sorry for the group, Maki quickly disassembled her rifle into more manageable pieces before bundling them up in a case and strapping it to her back. "My job here is done Durak, see you at the safe house." Maki said over her com link before dropping it and mashing it wth the heel of her boot so no one could trace the conversation back to her. She then fished a grappling hook out of her bag and tied one end around the railing before descending down the face of the tower, eventually, reaching the ground before surveying the carnage for an escape route.

 

[Arcangel]

Caedryn had also seen the abduction happen, and quickly deduced what was going on. Clearly the explosion had been a distraction for the abducters to safely grab their target. As Ral shouted and charged, Caedryn followed suit. "For Mandalore!" He shouted as he vaulted over the table he was taking cover behind. Or attempted to vault over it anyways. He failed to account for the fact the the flimsy diner table could hardly support a fully armored Mandalorian. With a loud Crack, the table snapped as soon as all of his weight was on it, sending him tumbling face first towards the ground.

As he fell he was treated to the spectacle of Ral slipping on an eclair. He took solice in the fact that his cousin had fell first, before landing face first in another one of the eclairs that had strewn the floor when he kicked over his table. Crawling back into cover next to Bardab he ripped off his helmet, which had been smeared with the creamy pastry. Seeing the flask in Bardan's hand he reached over and grabbed it, taking a large swig of the strong Correllian Whisky. "That went kessing smoothly." He commented to the liquor soaked man before taking another swig.