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[Terenia]

"Keslin," Aya repeats. "Keslin, not Keshin. Close, but different. I don't know of many Keshin's." She considers the man called Simon for a minute. "A better kind of Imperial?" she repeats, laughing again. "Well, that's just silly. Every group has people who are better and worse. The Imperials have some pretty awesome people, and so do the rebels. Both groups also have some pretty ****ty people." She shrugs, withdrawing her hand and sipping her orange juice. "I can appreciate your tenacity, though. It's hard to get an Andalite to like a Yeerk. Makes for a fun game, though." She grins.


Tamora snorts derisively. "A few good deeds don't make up for the atrocities of millions," she says simply.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin raises an eyebrow, taking in the information.  He listens and then speaks when Tamora and Claxter fall silent.  <Nor do the atrocities of a few negate the good deeds of millions...>

[Chad32]

"My mistake. Old ears, I guess. We actually have a few Andalite friends on our ship, though they're used to working alongside Yeerks. Not that our universe doesn't have extremists. It is as you pointed out. Some bad, some good."

"I assure you I don't mean any bar patron any harm." Jocun said. "This is a very interesting place, and I suppose some people could do bad things in a place like this, though I try to keep up good PR. Climbing the ladder is more about keeping good ties and being constructive, rather than stepping over people like in the old days."

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem sighed and rolled his eyes- he didn't need Rathien letting out more of his secrets. The hunter may not kill him outright, but getting the right word out may be just as good. He smirked and ****ed his head at the hunter's final question about 'wanting him outside.' Salem was getting careless, too obvious, it appeared, but this was good- Rathien was very perceptive, and very level-headed. An exiting opponent, to be sure- Salem was beginning to realize just how dangerous. He'd never really thought of him as anything other than just another gun for hire before.

Salem chose only to address Rathien's final comment, with a shrug and an offhand, "Avoid collateral damage."

Without another word, he pulled the trigger of his gun, still trained on the hunter. The loud crrrrraaaaack! resonated through the little bar like the blast of a shotgun.

On this low setting, an impact from the gun would be felt like a hammer blow- causing slight trauma to soft tissues. The effect rarely caused permanent damage, but it was almost always quite painful. The stregnth of the weapon, and the aim of Salem's shot, however, lay in the targeting of the core. A proper shot to the lungs could force air from them, winding and stunning. A hit to the stomach might force vomiting. An extremely lucky shot to the heart or brain might even cause temporary unconsciousness.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin jerks as Salem fires, quickly commanding the Shredder to its stun setting he raises his arm with only a trifle less speed than a tail-strike and fires at Salem.



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~Rathien~

Rathien notices the slight tensing in Salem's muscles that foretell the pulling of a trigger just a hair of a second beforehand.  He drops the tumbler of miruvin and pushes his right boot against the skirt of the bar, hurling his weight to his left, toppling from the stool as his hand draws the Entroper, set to its previous level...a beam strong enough to destabilize inter-molecular bonds.  Anything it hit would be reduced to free-ranging independent molecules.  The immediate effect would be the break-up of hydrogen bonds causing any water in its path to boil away, followed by the breakup of complex molecules like proteins.  Quite lethal if the beam hit anything vital, and even if the beam itself did not, the secondary trauma would not be insignificant.

Rathien aims for one of Salem's knees, blowing everything up would solve nothing after all, but given the knee-jerk reaction coupled with tumbling through the air, an accurate shot would be called lucky at best.  At the same time, he kicks the glass of liquor as it falls through the air, in the direction of Salem's face as a distraction.

All of this takes milliseconds, but the time draws out for Rathien, as if things move in slow-motion.  Training had granted him many abilities, and this is a particularly handy one.  Even as Rathien fires his shot, he feels the gravity blast catch his right ankle as he cartwheels off the stool.  A precision weapon would've missed entirely, but the grav-pistol was not exactly precision.  Rathien's foot is jerked violently backwards, the rest of his leg and body pulled along for the ride as his cartwheel turns into an uncontrolled tumble.  He blocks out the searing pain, knowing that while his tibia and fibula are not broken, they are probably hairlined now, and he feels definite strain-damage in his knee and hip.  It feels as if some of his tarsals have been stretched and partially disjointed as well.  He concentrates on controlling his fall as he tumbles backwards and sideways.  He turns the tumble into a roll and lands on his left foot and right knee, bracing and balancing with his left hand on the floor.  His hip protests to the weight, but at least the pain stems from a heavy strain and nothing else.  He's careful to keep his lower right leg and foot off the ground, keeping it from bearing weight.  Putting any strain on it might expand the hairline fractures, and that would be most unpleasant.

He looks up from his crouch, ready to dodge again as he levels the Entroper in his right hand at Salem, hissing through his teeth in pain...he can already feel the blood pooling into a deep bruise at the site of impact.

[Darth Revan]

Parker watched the encounter. Tobias had fired first again. This situation had changed from what it had been before. Before, it was an ambush, an assassination; and Parker helped Tobias from being slaughtered. This, however, was different; both men were aware of each other's presence and determination. This was now between them. In the first encounter, the assassin had attacked first; now Tobias had. This is a fair fight; and there is no true victim other than the loser. Parker kept his shotgun drawn and kept his stance following his constant target; but he did nothing further to help Tobias. Tobias was on his own now.


Garreth felt the attack happen before it happened. He Force Pushed anyone behind Tobias's target out of the way. It would be gentle, and not too disrupting; but enough to get them clear of any harm. After the shot had been made; Garreth picked up a collection of bottles on the bar with the Force and threw them in the path of the second shot coming from the Ildari; hoping to block its effects.

[Chad32]

Simon felt his body move by itsself, and it was different from when Jocun did it. Both were alarmed when Salem shot at Rathien, starting a firefight right in the bar. Jocun, now in control, noticed one of the patrons levitate some bottles to act as some sort of shield. Under these circumstances, he wouldn't get involved. Salem should never have fired a shot in a crowded room, so it was hard to side with him. Especially since Jocun's last attempt to help was met with suspicion. He didn't want to attack Rathien either for fear of making an already bad situation worse. Though he noticed one Andalite already firing anyway for no apparent reason. Maybe simply to end it quickly.


Zoshonel watched the commotion with interest. He made no comment about being moved, as if there had been enough time to warn him, there would have been enough time for him to move on his own.


Claxter tensed at the shot, and raised his weapon. He didn't fire as his Prince did, but wiated to see what happened next.

[Terenia]

"I didn't assume you did mean anyone harm," Aya says, shrugging. "I don't know of any Imperial, no matter what timeline they're from, who would be stupid enough to walk into a bar full of rebels and outcasts and attempt to assert any authority. As for climbing the ladder..." She smirks. "That sounds awfully boring."

Further commentary is interrupted by the sudden firefight as the tension in the room finally comes to a head. With frightening speed, Aya's Dracon is drawn, aimed at Salem, who is the closest to her, and therefore the easiest shot. Her expression has shifted, and it is flatter now, the good humor gone.

"Tell me, Jocun, are firefights like this common here?" Aya's voice is terse, and another Yeerk might notice the shift in control. Terliss still does not fire the weapon, though. It is not his fight - he is just protecting Aya, should circumstances demand it.


"There are more bad people than good people," Tamora insists. Then she is cut off by the sudden firing, a sound that sends her diving back into the booth, practically on top of Myitt, her eyes wide.

[Chad32]

"Well I witnessed a kidnapping, and those two were in an earlier fight that I was involved in. Personally I really hate firefights breaking out in crowded areas, though I'd really rather avoid adding to the shot count and don't have any guards to neutralize this quickly. I'm really beginning to wish I had brought a few. I know they'd be worried if they knew my situation."

[Terenia]

Terliss glances sharply at Jocun. "You talk a lot," he says, Aya's friendliness utterly gone. "I asked if fights broke out here often, not how you felt about them."

He maintains his protective position, watching the strangers cautiously.

[Chad32]

<Their personalities are quite mismatched. I wonder how they were paired up.> Jocun thought to himself and Simon.

<Not everyone has an organization whose sole focus is find pairs and seeing the host and Yeerk work well together.>

On the outside he simply remained quiet and watched the situation.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Salem was ready for Rathien- he'd been all but expecting this to turn into a firefight. Of course he couldn't be lucky enough to KO the hunter with one shot. As Rathien raised his weapon, Salem ducked sideways and dropped into a lower stance. The shot, he could see, would have been wide even if he hadn't moved- it was a difficult shot even for Rathien. Salem winced only slightly when the shot caused the wall of the hallway behind him to erupt, and dipped his head with a smirk as a glass flew over it.

He'd also been ready for a certain amount of interference from the bar's other patrons. In that split second, even as he moved, he took note of who was reacting and how- Jocun seemed to be staying out of it, as did Parker. The new girl was reaching for her weapon, and Claxter and the War Prince, he could see in his peripheral vision, were moving and raising their weapons as well. A number of bottles from the bar had seemed to throw themselves in the way of Rathien's shot, and had been only a hair too slow to intercept it. But who...?

What he hadn't counted on was Ossanlin's quickness to fire. His dodge took him directly into the War Prince's Shredder blast- it hit him full in the side. The armor he was now wearing absorbed much of the energy from the shot, but it still knocked him sideways, into the wall, where his head smacked against the doorway. As if the stun effect that made it around and through his armor wasn't bad enough by itself. He looked at the Andalite with an expression that, within a very short period of time, ran from shock, to disbelief, to fear, and finally to white-hot anger.

He looked back to Rathien as the hunter righted himself. He'd have to deal with the War Prince later.

Without a word, Salem fired two more shots towards Rathien- hopefully the fact that his vision was now swimming and his torso now numbed wouldn't affect his shots too much. As he pulled the trigger for his second shot, his cloak changed color to the point that he seemed to disappear from the visible spectrum.

He stepped forwards, away from the hallway, and sideways. The cloak wouldn't render him completely invisible, though the effect did extend beyond the fabric itself- his face and boots that weren't covered by the cloak might wind up fading into view from time to time. Still, decreased visibility was far preferable to standing in the middle of the bar being shot at.

[KitsuneMarie]

Illim tenses at the sound of shots being fired, particularly one so close to their own booth. He frowns up at Ossanlin but immediately returns his attention to the larger fight. His right hand slides down off the table and to his holster, his fingers sliding around the Dracon there.

"Myitt," he murmurs tersely, not liking how close they are to one of those who has fired shots. "What goes around comes around," he adds, giving Ossanlin a significant glance. Then he flinches as Salem fires twice more.

<<Who the hell has a fight like this in a crowded area?>> he demands of Daniel, his host.

Daniel pays no attention to the internal conversation, more focused on ensuring Myitt's and their own safety.


For his part, Serid mimics his Prince's actions to a point, drawing his own weapon--a standard Imperial-issue Dracon--but not firing it. He looks anxiously around the booth, trapped in the back of it, and then begins to worm his way past the patrons with whom he is sharing a table in order to be closer to Ossanlin and Claxter.

[Terenia]

As each shot rings out, Aya flinches slightly, her dark eyes tracking the situation. Her eyebrows raise slightly when one of the assailants seems to disappear.

<<Hologram?>> Aya asks Terliss.

<<Likely. This place may be more profitable than I anticipated. Assuming we do not get shot.>>

<<That's encouraging>> Aya can't roll her eyes, but the thought is there.

For his own part, Terliss remains crouched and ready to defend himself if necessary. None of the shots are headed his way, but that doesn't mean that a misfire might make its way to him.


Tammy gives a little yelp of surprise when the firing becomes heavier, and she looks around frantically for some sort of exit. Wedged into the booth as she is, though, it would require her to get around the Andalites -- one of whom had fired his own weapon. Eventually she just hunches down in the booth, hoping the tall back and the people around her will provide protection.

"I need Zorish," she whimpers.

[Darth Revan]

Parker continued to watch the altercation. When Tobias activated his partial cloaking. It wasn't as effective as either his or the Ildari's. He was still somewhat visible; though he still relied mostly on his motion detector to follow his movements. As long as this fight stayed contained between the two men, Parker continued to stay out of the fight.


Garreth Rob felt the next two shots coming and lifted a stool between the two, hoping to diffuse the attacks. When the attacker activated a cloaking device, Garreth used the Force to track his position and movements.