Spice N' Rave

[Arcangel]

Buckling on his gunbelt, Caedryn glanced at the mercenary. Prudii Kyramud, otherwise known as Mad Dog to the Chosen. "Set that thing to stun, last thing we need is for you to rack up a mass murder charge on a Republic world." Nodding to the mercenary's rifle before glancing around warily at the crowded club, the nearby dancer's beginning to migrate away from the heavily armed and armored man. Leaving his half finished drink at the bar and letting the blood flow freely over his face for the moment, he jerked his head to a door across the dancefloor. "C'mon, next stop, the security room."

Leading the way across the dance floor, where the crowd parted readily to allow the bloody faced man and his mercenary cohort through, they approached the door leading to the security room. The door was guarded by a tough looking Human who appeared to be sweating profusely at their approach. As the man began to open his mouth to confront them, Caedryn focused for a brief second, reaching into the man's mind and twisting his thoughts. With a wave of his hand, he uttered three simple words, carried with the weight of the force. "Let us in."

The man's eyes glazed over as he nodded in compliance, stepping to the side and opening the door. Stepping into the security room, the two were greeted by the site of a small room, one wall covered in screens displaying various parts of the club and the alleyways outside. The three men occupying the rooms turned and, startled, began to rise to confront the trespassers. "LEAVE" Caedryn commanded in a firm voice, as if there was no doubt in his mind the men would do anything but. The force resonated in his words, pressing its way into the guard's weak willed minds. Blank faced, the three men resumed standing, this time with no urgency, and filed out of the room through the open door.

"Review the tapes for the past ten minutes until you find a tall Chiss on the center dance floor. Record everything that he does and get close ups on his face." Glancing at the screens, Caedryn noted some sort of scuffle going on in one of the back alleys. "Also keep an eye on the alleys, let me know if anything interesting happens." With orders given, Caedryn then sat down, pulling the small medical kit out of a belt pouch and producing a small set of tweezers, a mirror, and some liquid bacta stitching (LIquiBact brand) and set to work.

@Prudence

 

[Darksabre13]

Csillius saw the mercenaries enter. Damn the scum who had the idea to spice wine! While this is what I get for trying to fit in. He thought with a sigh. He continued to make his way toward the exit.
Knowing he would likely be captured or killed he came to a plan. Pulling out his comm, he broadcasted a message back to the Jedi temple.
"This is Jedi Knight Elamoc'silliu'sabosen on a routine reconnaissance mission to Taris. While searching for Sith operatives at a night club called the Rave Cave I had the poor
judgement to order a spiced drink, thinking it
would let me blend in. Upon pursuit a homosexual Madolorian began grinding on me. In my surprise and anger the drugs intoxicated me and I attacked the man. He turned out to be a mercenary and is not alone. They are pursuing me with lethal force. My capture or death are highly likely. Please send aid to negotiate my freedom or to apprehend and bring these mercenaries to justice. I await disciplinary action upon my return. Knight Elamoc'silliu'sabosen out."
He sent the message and threw his cloak's hood over his head. He walked out a side exit and began hurrying down the alley toward his ship. He didn't run knowing he was being watched by the mandos from the security room. He hoped he would appear just as a hooded indivigual, not himself, but knew that was unlikely. Csillius grabed his silver cross guard lightsaber ready to activate it and face his enemies. "Damn the spice industry!" He loudly wispered in frustration.

 

[Prudence]

Buckling on his gunbelt, Caedryn glanced at the mercenary. Prudii Kyramud, otherwise known as Mad Dog to the Chosen. "Set that thing to stun, last thing we need is for you to rack up a mass murder charge on a Republic world." Nodding to the mercenary's rifle before glancing around warily at the crowded club, the nearby dancer's beginning to migrate away from the heavily armed and armored man. Leaving his half finished drink at the bar and letting the blood flow freely over his face for the moment, he jerked his head to a door across the dancefloor. "C'mon, next stop, the security room."

Leading the way across the dance floor, where the crowd parted readily to allow the bloody faced man and his mercenary cohort through, they approached the door leading to the security room. The door was guarded by a tough looking Human who appeared to be sweating profusely at their approach. As the man began to open his mouth to confront them, Caedryn focused for a brief second, reaching into the man's mind and twisting his thoughts. With a wave of his hand, he uttered three simple words, carried with the weight of the force. "Let us in."

The man's eyes glazed over as he nodded in compliance, stepping to the side and opening the door. Stepping into the security room, the two were greeted by the site of a small room, one wall covered in screens displaying various parts of the club and the alleyways outside. The three men occupying the rooms turned and, startled, began to rise to confront the trespassers. "LEAVE" Caedryn commanded in a firm voice, as if there was no doubt in his mind the men would do anything but. The force resonated in his words, pressing its way into the guard's weak willed minds. Blank faced, the three men resumed standing, this time with no urgency, and filed out of the room through the open door.

"Review the tapes for the past ten minutes until you find a tall Chiss on the center dance floor. Record everything that he does and get close ups on his face." Glancing at the screens, Caedryn noted some sort of scuffle going on in one of the back alleys. "Also keep an eye on the alleys, let me know if anything interesting happens." With orders given, Caedryn then sat down, pulling the small medical kit out of a belt pouch and producing a small set of tweezers, a mirror, and some liquid bacta stitching (LIquiBact brand) and set to work.

@Prudence

Prudii shrugged and switched his weapon over to stun, "I ever told you that you're no fun boss? Look at all of them!" He motioned with his hand, "Most of them probably aren't packing, and the ones who are likely can't hit well enough while drunk to really score a hit on me. I could probably take most of them out..." He let the thought trail off as he followed Caed. As they moved he passed by a slightly intoxicated Twi'lek server girl. He paused for a moment, keeping note of where Caed went, and grabbed the girl's tray.

He slid a vibroknife out of his belt and began carving a series of numbers into the tray before passing it back to her, "Call me later hun" he said, while in fact, he had carved Kex's number in. The old man needs a little love... but I really think he could use someone to take care of him later in life when we put him in a home... I should bring that up to Caed soon. I can already tell he's getting a bit senile.

Prudii caught up with Caed just as he was mentally brutalizing a guard to let them into the security room and let out a low whistle as he followed Caed inside. He sat down at the terminal and nodded reviewing the tapes, before finding the Chiss in question. He began taking the stills requested, but then shot a glance back at Caed,

"I didn't know you swung that way boss... I also didn't realize that I was sitting down so you could stalk down your missed connection... if you felt so strongly for him why didn't you give him your comm codes...? Though he doesn't seem very attracted to you. Seems a bit creepy stalking down your love interests, to be honest. "

 

[GABA]

Arylin stuck close with the man, her head spinning with auras and jumbled sounds. She wasn't too sure where he was leading her, nor did she really care as long as he could supply her for the evening and in exchange, she was more than willing to accompany him for anything he asked. She finished the rest of her drink, setting it down on a nearby table and hooked her arm around his own, taking a moment to give his bicep a quick squeeze and smiled. It wasn't too often did she find such men. Most of the males she had been with were thin, frail, chronic spice addicts themselves.

She quickly halted the thought though as she felt a pain rise from her stomach, the undeniable suffering she had endured for most of her life. She grabbed a full glass from a turned back as they made their way out of the club, swallowing its contents in one drink to fill her mind with the buzz and static that she preferred instead of her reality. Her attention turned back to the Mando and she smiled when he asked her name.

".It's Arylin" she replied, feeling his arm wrap around her waist and she leaned against him, her brow furrowed as she could feel something deep in the pit of her stomach and she looked behind her shoulder, not seeing anything unusual, but still feeling uneasy, she continued the conversation. "Arylin, or if you have a better name, you can call me that it won't bother me. What would you like me to call you?" she asked him, trying to sound calm, but the uneasiness grew inside her.

She took another quick glance over her shoulder, frowning and giving a shrug while they continued to walk.

 

[Ral]

"Arylin, huh? That's a pretty name. I think that I'll use it!" The Mandalorian replied with a smile and a wink. It was hard for him not to notice how the woman kept looking around like they were being followed. When he checked he didn't see anything standing out. Perhaps his cousin had a tail on them to make sure he didn't do anything foolish. Looking back to Arylin he replied, "You can call me Ral... or whatever youre feeling like... as long as it's not too silly."

Ral chuckled a little as he pulled the lady outside while she leaned on him and gently squeezed his arm, hooking a left where a speeder was waiting for them. It's cool glossy green chassis reflected the bright neon lights of the club and the warm lights of the street. The lights almost blinded Ral for a moment as he stepped out with his date. Luckily, the area was well lit and relatively open, meaning Ral could see anyone coming from a ways away. Passing the bouncer Ral walked up to the passenger side of the speeder. Helping Arylin inside, Ral made sure the woman was comfortable before jumping into the drivers side of speeder. Turning the vehicle on, Ral pulls onto the wide, well-lit street. "So anything you want before we head back to my place?"

 

[Dust]

Kir was lazily sitting on the edge of a building along the main, well lit street. High above the road he kicked his feet back and forth as his blood red eyes oversaw all that happened around him. He was getting bored; wondering why it was taking so long. Surely his hypothesis couldn't be wrong. Mandalorians are normally so predictable and straight forward. His plan hinged on the brute taking the most obvious route. "It's so amusing. Why do mortals seem to think well-lit areas are safer than the dark?"

He licked his lips to make sure they were clear of blood as he continued to wait...and pout impatiently. He didn't have to wait long, his sharp eyes catching movement at the club. A small light appearing as two figures began to head for a vehicle. He hopped to his feet, making sure he was still concealed in his hidden perch. It was almost time for the fun to begin!

As the speeder reached the middle of the street, Kir chuckled. "And he doesn't even notice that the street is completely empty besides him? Mandalorian dimness surely hasn't changed over the centuries."

Once the vehicle reached the dead center of the street he snapped his clawed fingers. The bridge ahead of Ral and Arylin suddenly erupts in flame around the support pillars, the small structure collapsing into street and blocking the way forward. Behind them several large street lamps crashed to the ground with the grinding of metal and breaking glass. They seemed to have been cut, the two halves smoking and covering the street behind them with debris. The speeder was trapped in a space about fifty meters long. Two alleyways seemed to be the only ways out.

And from them five shadows emerged.

They surrounded the vehicle but maintained their distance. Four of them...had strange stances with headgear that covered their entire faces. Only one had his face uncovered; a human with a light beard. He seemed young. Perhaps in his mid-twenties, holding a blaster rifle that was shaking slightly as he aimed at the vehicle. "A-alright! Step out and...put your hands in the a-air Mandalorian scum! Do it! Or we will...open fire! You don't want that girl g-getting hurt, do you?"

"Or are you b-butchers only brave when you're fighting the unnarmed? Women and children? You don't have honor do you criminal!?!" The thug shouted; though his voice shaking. Kir was nearly bouncing up and down from his hidden spot. Few Mandalorians could resist such a blatant challenge. And if he engaged...well, he would get quite the surprise. The other twitchy four thugs were haphazardly aiming their rifles at the vehicle. He pulled out his holo-communicator and waited. Soon the authorities arrive to investigate the explosions. It might even get -more- exciting! His blood was boiling as he watched from the shadows.

 

[Bardan Kex]

A single shot rang out, the bolt puncturing the skull of the foolish man who had emerged from the shadows and began shouting, his words never making it past 'Step out and...'. Who ever or what ever had spurred him on to such a foolish act as he had just committed entirely irrelevant now. In quick succession the other four, the masked idiots ,would fall as well each with a quick shot through their silly facial wear. He hadn't forgotten about the other one, the man who had lingered on the roof tops as well, if Bardan had to place a bet he'd say that one was the ringleader. It had been easy enough to stay out of view of the man as he made his way along the roof tops, and still remain watchful of his charge, curious to keep an eye on the only other person up there and after getting a strange feeling in the force he even masked himself from being detected. Having now fired and given away his position Bardan fired a shot at the wall just bellow the man's legs before stepping out of the shadows to fully reveal his armored figure. Weapon held across his chest in his right arm he'd raise the left showing the back of his hand to the fool, he'd tightly clentch all fingers on the hand but one as the arm extended in rude gesture.

"Ral, time to move your ass, I don't care what part of you you were planning on getting wet tonight." he'd shout over the flames at the man in the speeder before opening a coms channel to the others. "Boss, time to unleash the Hound. Ral's in trouble at my location."

@Arclight @Prudence

 

[Prudence]

Prudii tapped a few buttons and connected his datapad to one of the interface ports on the dataterminal. As soon as the cored penetrated the port he heard the soft beep that indicated that the pad was interfacing with the terminal. Tapping its screen he began downloading the data, and a brief second later a second chime informed him that said download was done. He was turning to Caed, saying "I got your creeper pics of the Chiss guy. He wasn't even hot boss-" when he heard a massive explosion outside. He was already scrambling to his feet when he heard a series of precise blaster bolts scream across the crackling air outside the building.

As he handed Caed the datapad he heard Kex's words come loud and clear, "With pleasure." Prudii replied, nearly knocking Caed over as he rushed towards the fire exit, "Mad Dog enroute."

He kicked the push handle with his foot dramatically, knocking the door out of the way and issuing a loud screaming alarm through the club. Prudii then stormed out a moment later right into the fiery scene. He had exited from the back of the club, putting him on the side of the bridge with the newly deceased thugs. "Nice handywork pops." He prodded one of the bodies with his foot, tilting his head only briefly to look at it. The melodramatic explosions and quickly interrupted speech had casued quite a scene and had interupted 'Operation Get Ral Laid'

Prudii looked around, the area around him illuminated by the licking-flickering flame of the explosion. He turned his head to Ral and boomed through the loudspeakers on his helmet "Get out of her, sir. This area is compromised."

 

[Sreeya]

Talia had finally caught up to the target she and Bardan had apprehended. He had invited her out for drinks afterwards, and she decided she would join eventually. The night had been eventful, and she wanted a moment to quietly reminisce by herself.

One of her favorite spots to relax were higher grounds that allowed for total isolation. As a result, she had decided to climb up to the roof of the building across from where Bardan had said he would be. She quietly found a spot to light a cigarra and enjoy the breeze.

It was only moments later that another being appeared on the roof, and truth be told, Talia didn’t mind. If others wanted to come up to the roof for privacy, it was none of her concern. Talia had been completely oblivious to anything going on below, her mind entirely elsewhere.

When an explosion rang out below, she was shaken out of her trance, rushing closer to the edge. She noted the fire and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Talia glanced down and noticed the strange fellow from before gleefully enjoying the show. She raised an eyebrow, taking a long drag from her cigarra before blowing out the smoke. She couldn't tell if the man was having a seizure or just plain excited.

“Er… are you all right? What just happened down there?”

She had no way of really putting two and two together. To her, he was just another guy (a potential psycho) that happened to be wanting some quiet time on a roof like her. Talia was clad in a tank top that revealed her full body tattoos, various studs lining her ears. She also wore cargo pants and boots, and had her standard weapons on her. For now, the bounty hunter was legitimately confused by the situation. She only hoped her cousin was all right.

Half of her pondered on rushing down to investigate but…nah, she worked with the Republic but she wasn’t law enforcement. Maybe this dude had the right idea to watch from the sidelines after all.

 

[Arcangel]

Ignoring Prudii's comments about his sexuality, Caedryn continued to clean and stitch up his face. Wiping his face clean of blood, Caedryn stood up to join Prudii by the terminal as the datapad dinged indicating the download was finished. He began to roll his eyes at yet another one of Prudii's crude comments when the building was rocked by a loud explosion outside.

"What the kriff!" He shouted, gripping the datapad that Prudii had handed him tightly as he was nearly shoved over by the mercenary. Shaking his head as Prudii kicked the fire escape open, causing the fire alarm to blare through the building. Pulling a pair of gloves out of his belt pouch and quickly crossing to the security terminal, he tapped a few keys to shut down the fire alarm. The last thing they needed was panicked civilians rushing out into whatever fire zone he was about to head into. Sparing a few more seconds, he began a hard drive wipe on the security terminal, then located the backup hard drive and ripped it out of the terminal. Flipping it onto the ground, he then pulled his blaster pistol and blew it to pieces. No trace of him or his crew being there would exist.

Exiting the building through the now open fire escape, Caedryn made his way down the alleyway to Prudii's position, eyes peeled for threats, pistol at the ready. Stopping a five or so meters behind Prudii, who seemed to be standing over an equal number of dead bodies, and still in the cover of the alley, he shouted to the merc. "Friends of yours?"

 

[GABA]

Ary relaxed some and smiled, "Ral, that's short and sweet." she said climbing into the speeder. Though it seemed almost too nice not for it to get stolen in this part of town, regardless, Arylin was too high to care about such trivial details.

She sat back and relaxed, feeling the wind blow her hair behind her, "Nothing," she replied to his question, she just wanted to go somewhere comfortable and enjoy herself and her company for the evening. It would be a short ride though and at first, Arylin thought she feel into hallucinations, some bad stuff she may have sniffed up. She thought to herself how she would find the jerk who thought they could go cheap on the spice, but her reality was brought back into focus as blasters begun to fire and all she could hear were the shouts of more men telling Ral what he needed to do.

Arylin felt confused and scared at the same time, she even pondered if it was worth moving. It wouldn't be her first fire fight, she had witnessed them and been on the front of them for as far back as she could remember and felt the uneasiness of her flashbacks sitting on the verge of disabling her thoughts and actions.

"Who? What? What's going on?" she felt herself say.

 

[Thomas Cox]

What is going on out there? Cal'rick said to himself as the five thugs approached the car. Do you see this Officer Meltzer? Officer Meltzer and the sector ranger were on the second story of the residential building across the street from the Rave Cave.

It had taken Cal'rick had been working this angle for two months before setting up a stake out with local authorities to help him identify the ring leaders of this system wide cartel and now the hero complex of some locals could cost him the case.

A quick succesion of five blaster bolts felled the men from an ally way and a jarring explosion rocked the building. Ducking out of the window for a minute to catch his balance Cal'rick peeked out the window in time to see another blaster bolt come from the roof towards a shadowy figure. He looks back at the Lt. Put out a distress call we have civilians down then head to the roof. I have a suspect to apprehend!

Cal'rick rushes through the opens the door down the stairs as the Lt. blares the distress call through open channels. Blaster Pistol in hand he dashes quickly out the main entry behind a speeder truck. He peers up to the building above takes a deep breath and takes a second to gather his surroundings. Leaning over the truck bed he yells Sector Ranger drop your weapons! Blast! He thinks to himself at the sight of a fully armored Mandalorian and another standing over the five limp bodies!

 

[Dust]

“Er… are you all right? What just happened down there?”

Kir frowned, pouting like a child. Though all of his face besides his mouth was hidden thanks to the hood he wore. "Well...nothing now. But something soon enough. It seems some Mandalorians just kidnapped a poor woman from the night club down the street. Some brave citizens seemed to ambush them in the hopes of saving her. But, well, you see what happened."

He stopped as a streak of energy struck at the wall just below his legs. He smiled brightly, turning his hood in the directions of the rather impressive marksman who ended his fun before it had truly begun. He took in the man's fully armored figure and turned a bit towards him, holding up his left hand. He made a gesture; a thumbs up? He was complimenting the marksman!?! "Stick around sweetie. The fun is just beginning."

"Unfortunantly I have to be going. But, these lovely gentlemen are sure to be worth something quite soon!" Kir's soft and musical voice carried to the stranger who had joined the rooftop party. He quickly bowed and then fell off the edge of the balcony towards the backstreet. Using his acrobatic skills and impressive speed, he jumped and flew down to street level. Making a beeline in the opposite direction of the small battlefield he had created.

Soon he saw the flashing light of the authorities. He used one of his serrated claws to slash his left arm; a superficial cut but one that would bleed quite a lot. He changed his appearance, keeping his hood up to his hide eyes; as he fell to the ground. Several officers surrounded him all talking at once, "Dead...all dead...down the street, near the Rave Cave! Mandalorians..t-they kidnapped a girl! When...when my friends and I tried to stop them, they attacked us! Blew u-up a bridge and shot everyone else!"

"Do you have descriptions of the attackers sir?"

"The leader was wearing a soft ultramarine tunic, with a plain cotton undershirt underneath a silver-grey color. His pants were silver with light grey baroque designs imprinted on the trousers. Tall and muscular with a scar on his face. The...the others are in armor!"

All the men besides one officer rushed off in the direction of the club. The officer asked, "Are you alright sir?'

"I'll be fine after a drink..."

A few moments later the Energy Vampire adjusted the uniform he was wearing as he pulled into the landing pad which held his ship. While things hadn't gone according to plan, at all, he was still happy. He had underestimated the Mandos and witnessed superb sniping. He was glad they had seemed more focused on making sure their leader was alright; he didn't feel like a three way war at the moment. As he initiated launch procedures....he wondered. Would he see these soldiers again? And would they escape unscathed from his next game if they did? He didn't expect the officers to pose much of a threat to the warriors.

"I feel sorry for those idiots if they believed my story and get in a fire fight with those guys Boop."

 

[Ral]

Ral smiled back at Arylin when she complimented his name, silently thanking Manda or whatever kill team Caed had brought along for this mission for keeping his ride intact. Later on, they came to a bridge which suddenly and inexplicably exploded. The timing was sure odd, and given that Ral and his date had barely left the club a few minutes ago, the man dismissed this as simple bad luck. Then men started talking and blaster bolts started flying. Ral thought about grabbing his weapons which were stowed in the backseat, and looking back, he confirmed that the weapons were still there, but he decided he did not need to. The blaster fire stopped and the Mandalorian sighed, someone was yelling at him, but he barely heard it and actively ignored what he did here. Pulling a cigar out of one of the consoles, Ral lit it and sucked on it a little before pulling out some spice. "I don't know these people." He said casually. A lie, but one said so apathetically it was clear he had no interest in paying attention to whatever they said or did.

"Want some?" He asked offering her some of the spice he bought earlier as he pressed a few buttons on the speeder's control panel which would adjust the buffer height of the repulsors. "Hold on my dear, we're going to be jumping that teensy weensy gap up ahead. I hope you like having a little bit of excitement when you ride shotgun!"

Gunning the engines of the speeder, Ral accelerated towards the gap, manually adjusting how high the speeder floated off the ground. Right as they got to the break, Ral pulled up on the controls while maxing the height of the repulsors. The combination of speed, altitude, and lift would ensure that Ral would manage to General Lee the gap. Hopefully, Arylin wouldn't panic too much or lose the alcohol in her stomach because of the maneuver. "How you feeling, Arylin? You doing good?"

And couple of minutes later, Ral found the building he was looking for. Pulling the speeder onto the landing pad next to several other speeders, Ral hopped out, proceeding to help Arylin out, deploying the convertible roof, then assuming Arylin wished to see where the night would take them, walk with her on his arm into the luxury hotel.

 

[Darksabre13]

Csillius settled into the cockpit of the Spirit. He knew he was being pursued buy wondered why his trip here was so easy. He began launch procedures just as KT-89 rolled up to him. "Send the temple an all clear from my my earlier message. Tell them I'm all right and en route to them. Pull in and calculate a jump to Tython."
As he pulled the ship out of its landing he noticed the bridge by the club went down. He sighed "That explains it, I hope everyone is okay. Probably some idiot crashed a speeder truck."
He flew out of the atmosphere and lurched into hyperspace. "Mistress Tags will have my head on an electrum platter for this."

 

[Bardan Kex]

With a breath of disappointment Bardan watched as the figure on the roof opposite of him ran off into the night after merely offering a thumbs up. He had hoped the person he assumed was responsible for the attack would remain to suffer the consequences of his action, watching him flee like a coward would have to suffice. Down bellow his comrades arrived on scene their weapons ready for any further attack, the Mad Dog was first to arrive like he had expected with Caed following up a short distance behind. Movement would catch his eye as a third figure would arrive, a Sector Ranger if his announcement was to be believed, he didn't think they had any issue with the Sector Rangers. Unfortunately for the officer how ever, he'd just approached Prudii with a weapon pointed at him and was now caught between that lunatic and their boss. He'd stare incredulously at the situation for a moment, shaking his head, he could diffuse this situation. Other matters would come up how ever, as Ral moved to take off with his speeder, dead set on his night ending the right way.

"Have fun guys." he'd say into the coms before engaging his Jet Pack and taking off after the speeder.