Ask Nar Shaddaa Scaling the Risk

[BX 166]

166 had been observing the scene, listening to the conversation, and as soon as the human and her robotic bodyguards pulled out their weapons, he aimed his longblaster to try disarming them... But he blocked himself from shooting as he saw It0 grab one of the tables and hurl it at the trio. The commando remained for a few instants watching at the scene in kind of awe, then chuckled softly and proceeded to shot three blaster bolts, aimed towards the three offenders' heads!

 

[Swagger]

It was chaos. In less than a second everything had changed. Cestus balked at It0's sudden violence, maybe the little medic had some gladiator in him after all.

He lurched forward to grab the organic, ignoring the two droid slaves. For now.

 

[Zentripoli]

166's sniper shot slammed into one droid, nearly taking the droid's head clean off. The other droid loosed a shot slamming into Zentripoli's armor, causing the ZDT-415 to fall on its back and then nearly pushed off the edge. As Cestus charged the mercenary woman she batted the table aside. The force of the thrown table from the medical droid was not one to write home about, but it did provide a temporary barrier. So it was that within seconds, a firefight/melee broke out on the landing pad.

Zentripoli hit the edge of the platform, his metal armor skidding to a stop as he put his feet out and gave a quick boost from his rocket boots, effectively halting his slide and subsequent fall over the ledge. The other droid was maneuvering itself to line up a shot on It0 or Zentripoli...

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[BX 166]

166 cursed a bit as only one of the three bolts hit, but he didn't think much about it as he shot another five bolts in rapid sequence, aiming two at the remaining droid and three at the mercenary woman. In the meantime he muttered to the communicator, making sure that Zen heard him, this time switching the frequency so also the other droids received the messages. "Careful guys, bolts incoming!"

 

[It0]

A fraction of an instant and the entirety of the landing pad was thrown into abject chaos. Patrons ran shrieking towards the bay door or dove for cover, blaster shots seemed to erupt from everywhere and nowhere at once, and for once in long life as a service droid, It0 had intended to inflict bodily harm on an organic being. A direct contradiction of his Life Preservation Programming! It was enough to nearly overload his sensory-response module.

Despite the confusion, his priority was clear. He lurched to the side, placing himself between Zentripoli’s ZDT-415 and the hostile droid. His manipulator rummaged desperately through his medbag, searching and groping for the blaster, but as Chimmai’s automatonic goon brought its rifle to bear, It0 saw little chance of beating him to the dra--

“...careful guys, bolts incoming!”

BX-166’s filtered voice sounded thin and distant through the commlink, but the message was as welcome as anything the street-medic’s audio circuitry had ever processed. He abruptly dropped to the blastcrete and put his fate in the Gotra sharpshooter’s manipulators.

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[Cestus]

Cestus barrelled forward (no pun intended), his sheer momentum and weight cleaving the table in two. He dropped to all fours and bellowed, a strange and unnerving sound coming from a droid vocabulator but that was the point. He aimed himself at the woman as the warning from the commando droid came through. He was too far gone for evasive action and had to rely on that illogical and immaterial thing organics called luck.

If Luck would have it, Lady or otherwise, he would have hold of the stupid organic. Hold enough to crush her head upon request.

If luck would have it...

 

[Zentripoli]

Statistically, Zentripoli knew that most close-quarters engagements were usually over in less than ten standard seconds—this engagement was no different. From the moment hostilities began, actions were taken from the droids of Droid Gotra that put the combat to a quick end. The first volley of bolts from BX-166 took one of the droids out immediately, taking the head clean off. The second was the quick, powerful actions of Cestus to cross the distance and manage to hold the woman’s head between his powerful manipulators. Understanding her predicament, she quickly dropped her weapon and remained still. A second volley from BX-166’s sniper rifle took out the last droid under a barrage of blaster bolts. It0 placed himself between Zentripoli and the opposition almost immediately, protecting the Columi from further damage.

With the “dust settled”, Zentripoli stepped around It0 in his ZDT-415 walker, up to Chimmai and said coolly with his mechanical voice, “Chimmai, it is unfortunate that we got off to a sour start to our relationship. My initial offer was going to be one of partnership and cooperation. However, your greed has placed you squarely in this current predicament. I am wavering on whether I should ask this Barrel droid to crush your skull and toss your corpse over the side of this landing pad. Droid Gotra will not think twice about extinguishing your life, would you agree?”

Whatever confidence the female mercenary had earlier was clearly diminished at this point. She visibly gulped and responded as tears welled in her eyes, “Look, no need in all that…we can work this out.”

Zentripoli responded, “I was optimistic this would be your response. You and your associates work for the Crymorah Syndicate now, Chimmai. I will have access to your inventory as seen fit. Business will continue as usual, but we will take 10% off the top and unlimited access to your stores…fairly compensating for any commandeered inventory, of course. We are not savages…”

Nodding frantically, Chimmai responded with, “Fair…that is fair.”

“Excellent, have a glorious evening!”

With that, Cestus released his powerful grip on her skull. With most of the patrons cleared out and not daring to impede the group of Droid Gotra, they simply walked out…

/END THREAD​

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