The Dogged Posse Bites

[Narr Noft]

The Shivastenen looked to his right first and nodded, "This isn't what the datapad-pushers on Coruscant would have uss do-" he said, shaking his head and then nodding towards someone on his left. It was time to finally make a fist with which to punch the criminal establishments that were tearing the galaxy part. Until now rules and regulations had held rangers like Narr Noft back. Had them go for the arrest instead of a kill.

Rules and regulations had allowed Aks-Ree to escape his grasp.

Narr Noft wouldn't be held back by them any longer and stepped right passed the single guard at the main entrance of the Lusty Lekku. This place was wicked. It exploited the poor and was rumored to enable many illegal vices. Narr would make it an example of his crusade against similar establishments.

Narr Noft and his rangers would clean up Nar Shaddaa and the Lusty Lekku would be the first to be yanked violently from its wicked head.

There was no stun-setting on their blasters tonight and when the Shivastenen posse leader paused upon seeing the malnourished females on the stage, the last of his four-man posse shot the guard at the main entrance in his back, killing him unceremoniously from outside the camera's gaze. "-but it's the only way."

The Sector Ranger drew his ZA-13 Blaster Pistol and fired at the nearest bouncer from the hip, hitting the weequay in the chest and killing him instantly. The rangers that accompanied him did the same, killing off the bouncers and others employees that looked like they'd put up a fight. Still, for a place rumored to be a hotbed for criminal activity it didn't have much staff around.

"All those without sin get down on the floorrr-" the Shivastenen barked as he stepped forward "-and point me to those who deserve a quick judgment."

One of the male patrons, there was always one, held up a shivering finger towards the kitchens. "B-b-backroom," the scrawny human cried. "I will personally deputize anyone willing to bring the fight to the criminals on this planet," Narr said loudly as he motioned for two rangers to follow him towards the kitchen. "Just mention my name-" he had barely rounded the bar when a blaster-wielding goon emerged from where he was heading. She had come to check out what the commotion was all about when she quickly met with a blaster bolt from one of the rangers who had Narr's back. The Shivastanen sighed of relief when he watched her slump again the wall, dying from a shot to the throat. "-Sector Ranger Narr Noft and consider yourself part of my righteous posse!"

His heart was pumping now and he knew he had to stop speeching for fear of his voice breaking from the tension that was wrecking his gut. There were many conflicting thoughts and he had made many arguments against today's rash action, but one thing he knew for sure: There was no way back now.

The narrow space going through the kitchens and towards the back room was the scene of a short but bloody battle as one of the two rangers that followed Narr through caught several bolts to his body and fell back on the floor, his eyes open and lifelessly staring at the ceiling. Three, now dead, guards had protected this part of the establishment, forcing Narr to admit that it was more heavily guarded than was custom for a bar and moreso than what he had expected. Shaking slightly, he took cover next to the locked door and behind some crates, blocking him from view of everyone (including camera's) except for his fellow ranger, who was replacing the spend powerpack in his pistol with a new one. "Cover that side," Narr nodded towards the cantina as he extended his left wrist towards the control panel of the locked door and driving the computer spike in. They would be inside in a matter of seconds.

Meanwhile the two rangers that stayed behind in the bar area were focused on crowd control as they allowed people to leave through the emergency exit in the dressing room behind the stage. That way they could avoid unnecessary casualties while at the same time singling out malcontents.

 

[Darth Parox]

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Surprising? Perhaps not. Truth be told, Milo had no quarrel with Cait, or any of her equally talented employees, but he was, above all, a businessman—and a Sith. Those two traits combined lead to a brutal man when it came down to it, willing to step on corpses to advance himself. Rule of the Strong, after all. Would the Lusty Lekku defend itself and prove it deserves to stand against the test of time, or will it succumb to the slightest shove?

Milo was there to find out, for no reason other than professional. He was wearing a rogue armor today, rather than his usual, and a vibrosword hung from his belt, hidden by his cloak. It had been somewhat difficult sneaking it in, but it was just a precaution. He looked nothing like a Sith, which was good. And there he was, sipping on an average martini, his eyes scanning the bar from his position at the table to the right side of the entrance. It was a trip to see whether the catering was decent, and perhaps pick up any other suspicious activity. This was, after all, a bar on Nar Shaddaa, and everyone knew such establishments always had a dark side—unlike its owner, it seemed. Cait was a lot of things, but a Sith was not one of them, despite her choice of entourage. Okay, perhaps Milo did harbor some ill intent toward the woman, but it was purely based on his nature as a Sith, his instinct being to look down on anyone not willing to stand up for themselves. He knew she'd seen him that day on Korriban and had done nothing, because if she had not, then she was even more of a moron, unaware of the things taking place around her.

He took another sip of the martini. It was bitter, though not bad. The Lusty Lekku's beverages were decent, as were the dancers, though Milo's eye was more focused on staring at the door to the storage room, trying to peek through to see if that was where the death stick factory was. He had no reason to believe such an establishment existed, but he was, to put it plainly, salty. Salty that Cait did not have the balls to stand up to an Acolyte.

He lowered the glass from his lips, taking in the taste of the martini, when he was rudely interrupted. A stray blaster bolt chipped the very tip of the glass, shattering the entire thing in his hands, leaving him with the glass leg and a hand soaked in alcohol. The Drast looked up to see a Shivastenen waving a blaster around and shooting anyone he saw, a look of rageful determination on his face. Milo could appreciate that, but could not help but feel annoyance surging up as he felt his fingers getting sticky from the spilled alcohol. He slid the helmet off the table and onto his head and drew a vibrosword from his belt, all in the blink of an eye. The vibrosword was a special touch, a gesture of precaution considering the Mandalorians had control over Hutt space and could come knocking any time. He was wearing his armor underneath his cloak, and a violator blaster pistol hung from his belt like a trophy, though hidden—like his lightsaber, which was clipped to the small of his back. The man would be too focused on causing random chaos to spot him, though the nearest patron turned his head as he heard the movement behind him.

Milo thrust his vibro-blade into the man's face, stabbing through and down into his neck. It was a brutal kill, and the pristine wood floor below was stained with blood, though the Drast relished the feeling. Drinking in the feelings of anguish around him, Milo advanced, slashing his blade across another victim's chest. The attackers may notice him or they may not—he was here to cause chaos, just like they were, though for different reasons.

For, you see, in the world of business, the Rule of Strong still applied.

@Ecclessey

 

[Sabrina K]

Sabrina was dressed as a in civilian armour, as she was in mando'ade space. She had a side arm, her lightsaber was hidden away, inside a bag. She was hoping to talk to @Cait Aislinn, about a few things. Though she knew it was probably pointless, but it was worth a try. She moved towards the den of sin, she was tempted to look as well. Not that she was into this sort of thing, but she was interested in why people where. As you know it may help her, sometime to seduce a man. She had vibro blade as well, as she was far better with that than a blaster.

She heading their, and hopefully make a deal with her, over getting some her crops sold via her.

@vamp @Ecclessey

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

Nor'baal Fanth had to admit, this was a new level of idiocy. When he had recieved a message from the front fesk of the Lusty Lekku, informing him of an attempted arrest by a member of the practically toothless 'Sector Rangers' he almost had to stop himself from laughing. After all, what did the man expect to find on a moon dominated by crime? People knitting?

Having recieved the comms, from the bar staff, he looked up, seeing the newcomer and his 'posse' waving their guns around, and saw Milo (@vamp), who was sitting a mere foot away from him as he did so, hoping that his business partner was ready to intercept fire at him if it was made. Resting, almost debonair by Hutt standards, in one of the alcoves in the room, he boomed out "Dooba, nee hanna du chuuba no?" waving a hand, non-chalantly at the man.

There was no way at all that Narr could seek to place him under arrest, after all, he had done nothing wrong, bar ,aking a perfectly legal request to see the warrent, by which Narr claimed the supposed authority to launch his ill-thought-out raid on this establishment

 

[Cardinal Paroaria]

Cardinal was sitting in one of the booths at the Lusty Lekku when it happened. Mr. Bigshot ranger fellow and his small gang of justice bringers stepped in. Cardinal's hand moved to his blaster at his hip and flicked the safety off. His hand rested on the holster, should anything get out of hand. Cardinal nodded to his four gang members, and they nodded back, their safety's flicking off. Next to Cardinal sat his droid, "Brick" singing some tune Cardinal didn't know. Cardinal eyed the ranger, and casually sipped his beer. The ranger then shot some of the bouncers and made his statement. "Huh, skip the negotiations and straight to the fight?" Cardinal murmered. Customers and some of the employees got down on the floor, but not Cardinal. Cardinal made a guesture to his men, and they all got up, hands on their blasters. Cardinal was about to shoot the ranger, when his friend and fellow exchange member spoke up. "Yeah what you got on us? I wanna see some ID and documents. Who do you think you are knocking down people's doors and shooting. You think you a tough guy eh? And we're here standing with our cocks in our hands? Not today pal, I wanna know who the kriff you are and what gives you the right to come in here stirring up trouble."

 

[Victoria Everett]

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The Lusty Lekku was an interesting place, especially considering the planet it stood on as well as the clientele it entertained. Its owner Cait Aislinn had considerable connections and the organization through which the Lekku operated had significant interests in ensuring that the building stood operational. As such, through higher command, an infamous assassin had been deployed to ensure its safety at any cost. The pantoran was a shrouded veil that stalked silently, an afterthought or Deja Vu that was dismissed as easily; she had arrived several days in advance and currently occupied the booth adjacent to the stage. Strip clubs were dark and grim, in accordance with the privacy desires of their patrons; as such, her ebony shrouded form was not visible, especially given the commotion that erupted.

She however, had her eyes firm on those that were endangering her prime objective; eyes flickered towards the Ranger shortly before he ventured in the back, and then her attention fell on the Drast lineage who seemingly began attacking other customers wildly. There were two others as well, both of which outspoken; no allegiances were determined yet, and Victoria had not decided her course of action. However, as the excitement and drama grew, she stood to her full height and watched for a moment behind the doorframe. A wicked smile came to her face, albeit hidden underneath the dark mask and she began to silently draw force energies around her. The nefarious presence could be felt as ripples in the force, but given the brooding nature of the business, her exact location or who gave off the aura would be impossible.

A single steel blade slipped into her right hand, as she advanced towards the trio of men @vamp @Brick @Nor'baal . From her vantage point, she'd easily be able to identify if the ranger returned into the main room, shifting attention to the other threat if necessary. Her usual armaments were kept on her person if necessary, including her saber and side arm pistol at her belt while a sith sword was strapped across the back, only the scabbard visible beyond her left shoulder.

@Sabrina @Ecclessey

 

[Darth Parox]

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The Rule of Strong would have to wait, it seemed. Cait was not at the Lusty Lekku, and neither were any of its administrators, making Milo's crusade to cause chaos more or less useless. This was damage they could easily pay to fix while only making a small dent in profits; it just wasn't worth it. The Drast was already on his feet, so he just made for the door, walking away before the Pantoran could even begin walking toward him. By the time she would get close, Milo would be out the door, his vibroblade still in hand just in case anyone wanted to attack, ready to block with Force augmented speed and strength. He passed by a woman on his way out, and anticipated an attack, his hand twitching as he gripped the blade, ready to block. He was a trained Sith, with the reflexes necessary to take her out before she could even think of attacking. The moment she reached into her robes—whether he knew her intentions or not—he would stab his vibroblade directly into her chest. The woman better be wary of her movements. If she wanted to pick a fight with someone, she would have to wait for Milo's departure.

If no attack came, he would simply walk out. He did not need to rush this. He could wait for another day. Was it cowardly? No. No one had attacked him, and he had simply left to avoid being overwhelmed by reinforcements that were likely soon to come. Milo bid the Lusty Lekku adieu, leaving without a second thought.

EXIT​

 

[Victoria Everett]

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The Pantoran smirked as she saw Milo escape through the front door, for now with the advent of the other businessman in here @Brick and likely law enforcement to arrive shortly given the commotion, she felt her job was completed. Moving the dagger back into her cloak, she slithered out of view and exited the premises. Her darkened figure blending with the shadows of nightfall, obscuring away until she was needed again.

// exit thread

 

[Tanx Solus]

Tanx hadn't been on nar shaddaa long but had heard the reputation of the Lust Lekku supposedly had the best booze and girls in the outer rim and he was a man that liked to satiate his curiosity.

Tanx was upstairs, putting his pants on when he heard the muffled blaster shots and shouting, quickly putting on rest of his gear, he made his way carefully down the stairs by the kitchen doorway, with a pistol draw and set to stun. he saw a hand stick out of the kitchen doorway indicating someone had been through there but had to make sure the main bar was clear to cover his back.

Taking cover behind the wall opposite the stairs, he slowly peeked around the corner, clearing the angles as he did until he saw first the assailant, he didn't know who they were but they weren't criminals that for sure, he fired twice, both hitting the man and knocking him unconscious, he moving around the corner quicker he saw another assailant, he fired and missed, again Tanx fired twice and the man fell to the ground unconscious.

now that the bar was clear, the kitchen was next. going through the kitchen door stepping over the body of a staff member caught in the crossfire. he quickly peaked his head down the corridor that was the kitchen, a blaster bolt followed where his head was, they had it cover making it hard for him to advance up. now was the time to negotiate.

"Who ever is down there, I don't care what your motives are but I've already down two of your guys. They're still breathing and I'm willing to keep it that way if you stop this and leave, there is no need for further bloodshed but I'm willing to spill if it comes to that. because I've got two frags grenades with 'to whom it may concern' written on them and they ready to be thrown down that kitchen." he shouted this down the kitchen, crouched behind a kitchen surface ready for what might come.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha was in the process of getting ready for her performance tonight when the chaos began. She had to play the role of frightened dancer, right along with all the other girls. She had to put aside the fact that she was a devastatingly powerful Force user that could easily overcome the man that attacked. As the chaos began and the man made his way towards the kitchen, Tasha finally rose to stand, thinking of the best way to approach this.

“Hey!” She called out to the man, “You want to do something righteous?” She knew she would have his attention by now, “We all work here out of our own will. All the girls you see here?” Tasha pointed at them, “They’re here because they enjoy working here. They all came here to make money and lead the lives they want and we’re all empowered for it,” Tasha was playing an entirely different role than her Sith persona now, “If you really want to bring justice, why don’t you go to the Busty Bantha and investigate their basement?” Tasha scowled, crossing her arms over her chest, “They have been human trafficking young women from all over the galaxy and forcing them to work. Why come here to destroy a perfectly respectable operation when people are being taken advantage of two blocks down?”

There was truth to everything she had said thus far. The Busty Bantha was a bar several blocks down that had a very shady operation going on below, and it only existed because the owner paid protection money. If the sector rangers were going to kick down doors, that was the place to start. Of course, if her attempt didn’t work, she would find alternative means to fight for the Lusty Lekku. This place made her entirely too much money for her to see it burn down. Her first method was to use her words to diplomatically make the man leave. She also confronted him before the Solus managed to make his threat.

@Ecclessey

 

[Gillian Rel]

Gil and a few of his men were not far away when they heard the first shots. Since the Lusty Lekku had been attacked, Gil had patrols out on the streets surrounding the area as well. He was wearing his armor and carrying both of his pistols.

They sprinted to the front door, coming up behind the ranger guards and took them out quickly. Gil's men entered first, engaging their attackers in the club. Gil entered in, ready to wipe out whatever threat there was but it was quiet for the second.

Staying low, and keeping behind cover, he moved while Tasha spoke. He took up a position behind the bar, guns pointed at the man who had just reached the door.

He wasn't sure what their furry attacker was after, but if moved towards the office or in any sort of aggression towards Tasha, Gil was ready to riddle him with blaster bolts.

 

[Narr Noft]

It seemed Narr's doubts concerning the lack of staff in this place materialized. Somehow it seemed like his four-man posse got taken out multiple times by multiple opponents without one shot having been directed at himself. Narr ignored the cries for search warrants and other regulations, which he doubted applied to post-Imperial Nar Shaddaa anyway and was about to press on into the kitchens when a Pantoran dancer got his attention and he stopped abruptly.

Had his intel been wrong?

All his fellow rangers had already been killed in quick succession within the first twenty seconds and multiple blaster-wielding ruffians moved to take him out the second this Pantoran stopped talking, Narr figured he had two choices: One, he could opt for a suicide-by-ruffians. Two, he could holster his weapon, regroup and then take out the Busty Bantha instead.

"Busty Bantha, eh?" his eyes once again took note of how badly outnumbered he was. He realized this interruption had prevented him from telling the good guys in whose name they'd be deputized if they took the fight to the criminal elements on this world. Then he holstered his blaster pistol, "I'll check it out."

Althought he felt guilty over leading his fellow rangers into their deaths he did not stop and try to drag them out of the establishment. They all knew, just like he did, that rangers didn't get the funerals their families hoped for. In about the same amount of time it had taken to enter the establishment, Narr had left.

He would remember the faces and the pointing finger of this day.

/exit

 

[Norbaal Fanth]

It was certainly turning out to be one of Nor'baals slightly stranger days, with the 'police officer' refusing to present a warrant, on what was clearly a botched attempt at vigilantee justice, on a world that didn't hold much stock in the lock of the law. His question went unanswered, which cemented the idea more firmly in the Hutts mind that this Narr Noft, who had so boldly announced himself to the gathering even as he had gunned down the doorman and several security in doing so, was out on a rampage, rather than anything more concrete.

The doorman, a Weequay the regulars had come to know as Koor Masim would be sorely missed, and as things began to cool down, Nor'baal took stock of the damage done. He was greatly displeased - Koor was a much liked man, a keen protector of Cait Aislinns girls, a family man himself, who left behind a wife, and two pups. As far as Nor'baal was aware, Koor had been the only earner in the Household. The same could be said for the other guards, callously cut down - one, it seemed from Nor'baals observations, as he moved his Hoversled near the body - without even seening his attacker, a shot to the back from the apparent 'lawman' dropping him in milliseconds.

"Doo haska nee Kajidii du moona." Nor'baal directed to the droid that practically served as his shadow. "Neeba heenka Moona Cait do wana." he added. Whilst he did not share Caits respect for employees, caring only for those of a more violent in nature, he was still very much aware, that this was her patch, and thus, her rules abided. Shaking his head, Nor'baal waved the droid over once more saying Ni. Canda zu eama wana." he added, as the droid handed him a commlink.

Clearing his throat, as he moved himself back indoors - the reinforcing personnel from the Exchange setting quickly to the task of cleaningb up after the attack, Nor'baal spoke in basic over the commlink to the Exchange leader (@Dread) "Cait," he paused, unsure as to how she would react "The Lekku has been attacked. For security guards, Koor, Alec, Neeba and Shuud perished. I have instructed that their bodies be returned to their families, and their families looked after according to your wishes. None of the girls have been injured, and the club is being placed back into business readiness now. As for the attacker," he paused again, drawing breath "...he identified himself as Narr Noft, a 'Sector Ranger'. With your permission, I would like to offer to match whatever bounty you place on him, so he might be brought swiftly to justice." he fell silent, watching as the last of the bodies was removed - and then, almost as if nothing had happened - the band kicked back into action, and the girls got back to work.

Settling back into his booth, Nor'baal reached for his hookah.

Life was indeed cheap on Nar Shaddaa.

End Thread​

 

[Sabrina K]

As she entered, she saw the scene. @Milo Vemec Drast had shot up the place, and stabbed someone in face. His armour and weapons, meant she did not know he was a fellow sith, or a Drast. To her he was just a petty criminal, who needed putting down. He walked past her, as if nothing has happened. As he did, she waited for him to be a good few feet away, she leveled her gun at him. Then leveled three shots in his back, she was ready to fall back if need be. She was not going to let some petty criminal, attack exchange and just walk away. As she wanted to court favour with them, as they be useful to her later. So for sake a possible alliance, with @Cait Aislinn she had to shoot him three in the back.

@vamp @Dread

 

[Darth Parox]

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Milo had strolled past the woman without any further issue, but he knew he could not lower his guard until he was down the block. His senses heightened, he was able to hear her firing her blaster toward him. The Sith dashed to his right, feeling the bolt make contact with his back, ruining the armor there. Another hit his right gauntlet, and the third went wide, slamming into the wall behind him. The bar's attackers had left, leaving a few people behind to clean. Milo did not want to drag the attention to himself now, so he reached out through the Force from behind the cover of the curved wall, wrapping it around her blaster, then yanked. It would fall out of her hands as if she'd dropped it, and he would turn, then dash out of the cantina.

EXIT​

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros was having a pretty good day, truth be told. He had gotten a call about a commotion down at one of the nearby bars, and, being the dutiful warrior he was, he decided to check it out and personally put a stop to the nonsense. Decked out in his usual gear, pretty much everyone on the street stayed clear the hell out of his way. He commanded that kind of authority, for multiple reasons, the least of which being the fact that he was a walking tank. Normally, he would’ve ignored such a call and left it up to the local authorities, but he was itching for a fight today. He expected it to just be some kind of petty criminal trying to steal from the bar or something not particularly important.

Immediately outside the bar, Leandros heard a commotion from within. He burst into the doorway just as an armored man (@vamp) shoved by him, fleeing from the scene. He had been wounded from two bolts and just wanted to escape the psychopath shooting up the place, presumably. As he entered, the third bolt seared past him, scorching the side of his arm plates and causing him to stumble back unexpectedly. With astonishing speed, his twin blasters were in his hands and pointed directly at the shooter (@Sabrina).

”On the ground,” he growled, his tone commanding and firm. Since they had taken control of Nar Shaddaa, the Mandalorians cracked down on such random disturbances as bar shootings. He noticed a few dead bodies farther in the bar, and his eyes drilled holes in the woman’s face.

 

[Lilith (8th TL)]

While she sat on her freighter drinking some tea, Cait heard a beep from her holocomm and nonchalantly pressed a button to pick up the call. The person talking didn't pop up in a hologram, but she could recognize his voice. It was Nor'baal Fanth, a hutt who she had grown very fond of and a member of her syndicate.

As he spoke, she remained quiet, eerily so. Darkness began to swirl around her, the darkness she tried so hard not to let influence her... but it couldn't be helped. No, there was no stopping it. Four. Four of her men dead, and not even members of her syndicate. Regular everyday men who had families that loved them. And Cait, while she may not have known them enough to love them as deeply as their families, cared about all those under employee. They were her employees.

Hers.

And who was this man anyway? Did he not think any of this through? Cait had spent so long building up the Lusty Lekku's reputation in the area; most importantly, the reputation that she protected those under her employee. She felt her blood boil and answered Nor'baal when she could get ahold of herself enough, in a calm but overly controlled voice, "Thank you for informing me, Nor'baal. I'll place a bounty on him straight away."

Cait ended the call, stood up and promptly threw the cup in her hand across the ship. It smashed hard into the wall and she screamed as it did. "I want him dead. Dead! DEAD! DEAD!" she screamed, going to her console to contact her other employees to check the security cameras and find information on this fool in order to place a bounty. She had a meeting to get to, but she'd make sure to speak to the families before doing so. Ultimately, it was her fault that their husbands were dead... she had employed them, she had failed to put in a good enough security system or build a daunting enough reputation to prevent this.

@Nor'baal

 

[Sabrina K]

Sabrina had shot the man, who had stabbed the man in face, and shot the place up. As he ran, he used the force to pull the blaster form her hands. He was a fellow sith, then mandalorian (@Painus) told her to drop it. Though if he was paying attention to what was happening, he might of seen it pulled from her hands. She had another issue to deal with now, a mandalorian, who would kill her without a second thought, if he found out she was sith.

She got down, and turned her head towards him and in angry voice Why aren't you chasing him, he just stabbed that mans face, and shot this place up. No doubt one patrons would back her up, or the owner @Cait Aislinn who had footage of the attack. The man had no reason to think she was sith. Feth he gone, ask for the footage, I just got here, and he was shooting this place up, with some fething Shistavane. Ask the owner, go on. She stood there waiting for him, to do something. She was unarmed, and no reason to think she was a threat.

 

[Leandros Solus]

Leandros’ day went from nice and enjoyable to an irritating encounter in a dive bar. Within moments of entering, he had been shot. His armor had superficial damage, so he would have to spend precious time fixing that. Now he had some woman he didn’t even know, who had just shot up the bar as far as he was tracking, yelling at him and demanding why he wasn’t chasing the man who had very clearly been fleeing the scene. Leandros was many things, but he was not one for taking disrespect, especially when he was in a dominant position. His quickdraws were trained on the woman’s chest, unflinching, unmoving. Beneath his helmet, his face was frozen in a rictus of hate, pissed off because some two-bit petty criminal was telling him what to do. Him, Leandros Solus. Field Marshal and member of Mand’alor’s war council. Veteran of scores of battles, slayer of Sith, and all-around stand-up citizen.

He was pretty upset that she was on the ground. He wanted to shoot her.

Leandros lowered his pistols and kept them trained on the woman. If she attempted to dodge or otherwise make any move aside from obeying his commands, he’d fire four bolts, aiming directly for her chest.

Afterwards, he would walk over and kick her fallen pistol away from reach. Looking over her person, he would notice a bag secured to her body. Not wanting to take any chances with someone who he had no way of verifying her story, Leandros bent over and picked the bag up, keeping his other pistol pointed right at her in the event of any funny business. ”Don’t try anything,” he warned, opening the bag to see its contents.

@Sabrina

 

[Sabrina K]

She turned to him, and said Just be careful with the bag, I got sith saber in their. I killed one on coruscant, some GA guys have a bounty on it. Just trying to find out how, to hand it in, that is why I am here. She paused as he took her bag, and then asked Why are you not asking the security what happened. You know the doorman, the man who got stabbed in face. The hutt, you know all people here. You know get information, like a bounty hunter would? After all they all saw what happened there, was a bar full of witness. Only an idiot would not see that, and she was complying with him.

@Painus @Dread @Raydo @Nor'baal @Sreeya @Brick