Running out of Time

[Tyler Braun]

Tyler was growing impatient with the rebel, not really believing you ever retired from being a good doer in his eyes. He wasn't fond of people butting into his conversations, wasn't fond of people demanding he act civilized and her certainly wasn't fond of someone trying to cut in on his profits. He could see his attempt at pairing up with Sevrina was failing, a shame, he thought for a second she'd at least let him get cozy with her, if only to try and steal the chip from him. He was going to get out of here, after all, the rebel didn't want a scene, and he was still holding a blaster to his chest. He should just get up, walk out of the bar, after all, if the girl jumped him, the rebel would put her down, and if Rebel jumped him, the girl would go after him, after all, she didn't really know where the chip was yet.

He chuckled. "No, we wouldn't have attention if someone at the bar wasn't nosy. Judging by his prying nature, I'd say he is just a bored, washed up solider. Probably can't even back up that talk honey" he said, clicking his tongue. Tyler was through playing game, he stood up, blaster now in plain view as he motioned for them to get up. "It's been real but I've got a planet to get off, and a payday to cash in. Don't bother catching up, I'm not coined the 'Best Pilot in the Outer Rim' for nothing cutie" he said, looking at Sevrina.

He turned to the Rebel. "Now, unless you want your head redecorating the floor, get up and move big guy. I'm not afraid to get dirty, and I doubt all these lovely folks are going to draw on me, even if they like you, not worth losing their heads over" he said, clearly ready to end this standoff. He took a deep breath, there would be no negotiation, no deliberations with him, he was getting off world, and if he dropped two bodies to do it, he wold. The smuggler did have one trick up his sleeve, and he was hoping it worked. He turned to Sevrina, giving her a wink, not letting the Rebel see it.

"Hey cutie, good luck with that Slave shipment. I hear you can get a pretty penny from the Hutt's for those Zeltron girls" he said, hoping to goad the Rebel into dealing with her.

 

[blstrgmr]

Prospero's expression continued to darken, especially when slaves were brought up. He knew exactly what those types of slaves would be used for. Many moons ago, he'd been a worker for the Cartels as well. "You two slavers, eh? Quite a business. Very profitable. I'm sure that chip's got nothing to do with that though, hm?" They kept talking. Talk was good. If one of them were perceptive enough, Prospero's breathing was very staggered and quiet. Held and slow, like a rifleman looking through their sight, lining up a shot. The sniper was observing them with keen eyes, waiting for the moment that every sniper waited for. The moment for danger, the moment for reaction. The one's that over the many years of service, he was trained to find and hunt.

His grip tightened slightly on the foregrip of the rifle, such that his barely exposed knuckles might start turning white. "Little talk of slaves before. Guess that chip's what it's all about, am I right? That much credit, you've proved your point. I'll do as you say." Prospero grinned, remembering the remarks and boastings of Tyler. His eyes darted to Sevrina, specifically toward her hand wielding the blade, keeping up with its position and then returning to Tyler. The gun pointed to him was in an easier position to deal with. Visibility would be key. The tension of the room was thickening so much that it could be cut with a knife. Now that they were open and loud...the patrons hardly wanted a peaceful interaction. They wanted a show.

Abiding by Tyler's command, Prospero slowly swung his leg off the table and under it, standing up slowly. Slowly, until that previous perched leg swung up quick and strong at the table' underside. Prospero's strength sent it soaring upward in a tumble, which caught the barrel of the gun pointing at him, redirecting it upward. Any shots fired in reaction to this would, most likely, be redirected safely up into the ceiling. Long rifle moving upward, Prospero now used his previously free hand to grip the stock, wielding it like a staff. Sure was sturdy as one. In an instant Prospero was aiming to position himself towards the rear of Sevrina, trying to put her in the firing line of the pistol and not him. His rifle's stock swung out toward the back of her hand, attempting to knock the knife away.

 

[Sevrina Varm]

Sevrina narrowed her eyes at Tyler as he moved up from the chair, still holding out his blaster. As the pirate began to step up, Sevrina let another knife slide down into her hand from the sleeve of her jacket. Her green eyes stayed focused on the man in front of her as she spun the blades between her fingers. "Even if I have to drag your scruffy self with me to the Cartel, I'm not leaving without that chip," she growled in a low menacing voice. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the rebel's face to turn stone as he watched the scene unfold. As she twisted another blade readily in her hand, she caught a wink from Tyler. Perhaps she could still use him...

Everything in the cantina erupted into chaos before Sevrina had a chance to blink. The table between the three of them was kicked up and out of the way. It wouldn't be long before blaster fire sounded in the building. Quickly, she turned her gaze towards the one who had kicked the table up. Her quick training with hand to hand combat and close range became useful as she saw the butt of his sniper rifle fly towards her hands. Nimbly, she dropped down to her hands, keeping her body close to the floor. Her focus was on Tyler. Dead or alive, it didn't matter to her. Either way, she would get the chip. Sevrina threw the momentum she had from dropping to the floor as she threw a leg out to catch the pirate behind the knee and knock him to the ground. If she could get him down, she could at least stand a chance of threatening him into helping her. Otherwise, her blade was readily available to cut his neck.