Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Myitt]

"Fine," Myitt says, putting a foot of distance between herself and the terrified human girl all the same. "So Zorish wanted supplies, is that it? And if we give you those, you'll leave us alone?"

She turns on her heel without waiting for an answer, stalking off towards her ship.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin watches the firefight and growls as nobody seems to be listening.  He has no particular friendship with either of those involved in the fight.  He glances at the doorway, still being blocked by another human.  Just as his stalk-eye scans the door again, he notices the human move out of the way to clear the door, that was best.  <I suggest you both vacate or I will make good on my threats.>  His tone is still cool but steely hard, soft like silk on iron, full of command.

He glances a stalk eye at Serid, then Claxter.  <<If you would both ready your weapons set for stun and each choose a target, it would provide a better threat, both visually and in truth.>>



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~Rathien~

Rathien snarls again as he's forced to hurl himself to the side again.  Mid-flip, he discharges a wide beam at the wall nearest him and the wood explodes in sequentially finer particles until it is nothing but hot mist and Rathien dives through.  He immediately springs around the side of the bar and leaps with his one good leg.  He cannot mount the roof in a smooth jump without the other, but he jumps high enough to be able to pull himself up with his arms.  He crouches and moves towards the middle of the building, drawing a bead on both the hole he'd just created in the front of the bar and the front door.  He glances towards the back door before returning his scrutiny to the front.  Tobias was using camouflage...it would be all too easy to miss him completely without absolute concentration, and he could not watch both ways as such.  There are now two egresses out front and he notices a human standing to the side.  The human glances up with a look of absolute serenity, though the expression also belies the focus of a warrior.  Without a word, the human goes back to watching the bar through the open door, and Rathien returns his focus to the area out front.  He grimaces, abhorring the thought of killing Tobias without the guidance of fate, but self-defense is a different matter altogether.



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~Raile~

Raile senses Garreth's thoughts.  He cannot understand them in the manner of a language, but instead can feel impulses and the gist of thought directed from the other.  He raises his eyebrows momentarily before nodding and stepping out of the doorway, clearing it of obstruction.  Just then he senses a buildup of energy and reaches through the Force.  The wall behind him explodes and he Pushes the shrapnel away from himself.  A figure rolls through the new opening and immediately springs around the side of the bar.  It is one of the antagonists, the long-haired one.  He senses the being exert himself and mount the roof.  He glances up and locks eyes with the humanoid for a moment before returning his eyes to the bar-door, watching with calm focus, letting the events unfold as they would.

[Darth Revan]

Parker heard the explosion and looked toward the source. The Ildari jumped out of the bar and onto the roof. He was obviously hoping to ambush Tobias now that he had exited the building. Parker was glad the fight was actually progressing again. Hopefully they'd be able to work out the difficulty, or finish one or the other off. Having them both in the same vicinity was to volatile.


Garreth watched as the Ildari exited the bar. He could sense he was still nearby; so the danger was not completely clear. He sat back down at the table with Zoshonel. He called the bartender over and ordered another Tarisian Ale with the house special.

[Chad32]

If Claxter was going to choose one, he wanted to choose the new guy since he seemed to have the more dangerous weapon. Though he was now outside the room. <<With one of them gone, perhaps we should just focus on Salem and get him into a back room before Rathien finishes him off.>>

[Terenia]

"Hey...slow down!" Tamora cries, hurrying after Myitt. It seems oddly still outside after the fight in the bar. The sound of her boots crunching over the gravel seems almost loud, and the ship graveyard seems particularly menacing.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

When a large section of the wall exploded, Salem instinctively guarded his face with his hand and looked away. By the time he looked back a split second later, he just managed to catch sight of Rathien exiting through the destruction. His finger squeezed the trigger of his weapon on impulse, a shot firing through the hole, but he knew even as he fired that it was too slow.

Salem grinned and looked around the bar. This was getting interesting. Fun, even. He'd have been disappointed if a hunter as skilled as Rathien had made it easy.

So... where would Rathien go? He'd probably expect Salem to be hot on his heels, and as such, would likely be watching for his exit. The hunter hadn't used his camouflage yet... either he was saving it for an opportune moment, or something was wrong with it. If it were the former, now would be the time to use it.

Almost casually, Salem reached up and flipped down an optical device resembling silver sunglasses from inside his hood. This was a cobbled-together imaging device capable of showing a wide range of data normally invisible to the naked eye, and, Salem figured, his best shot of actually being able to see Rathien when cloaked. The hunter's camouflage was far too thorough for Salem to be able to see him clearly, but by reading and calculating things like air movement, gravitational field shift, and time dilation, the device ought to be able to give a fairly solid approximation of his location.

Biting his tongue in order to avoid saying anything he might regret to Ossanlin, Salem began moving with a "roller skating" motion towards the front door. He leapt lightly over the doorframe. As he did so, the image on his cloak shifted- it still limited his visibility, but now what could be described as a shadow or ghost seemed to appear in the air about a foot to his left. Even as he rounded the doorframe, Salem aimed for the shipyard.


Al laughed and looked at Zoshonel, then Parker. He winced as the wall of the bar exploded, but ignored it. "Fights can be organized, and lots of folks are into that," he said. "But then, who wants to fight..." he put on his best theatrical expression and twirled in place. He ended it facing Parker with a flourish, "...when you can dance?"

[Chad32]

"Uh, dancing is for mating." Zoshonel said. "I don't think this will be a hot new spot for a bunch of Draconeans to come visit."

[KitsuneMarie]

Serid inclines his head to Ossanlin in a nod of assent, drawing his Imperial Dracon from his holster and raising it slowly, the setting never changing from stun. This... he predicts, struggling to track Salem, will prove difficult.


Illim darts out the door behind Myitt, Tamora and Salem, hurrying to join his fellow rebel. "What a mess," he scowls, looking back at the building in agitation as he comes to a ragged stop beside Myitt, panting. "That fight better not follow us out here..."

He turns his eyes on Tamora. "You, uh... okay? You didn't get hurt or anything, did you?" he asks the quaking woman.

[Chad32]

As the fight went outside, Zoshonel left the bar too, still wanting to see how this would end.

[Darth Revan]

Parker tilted his head slightly. He asked, "So what the deal with Tobias? Why the charade with the name change. I've wanted to ask from the moment he almost told me his name when I first met him; but I figured I'd let him have his anonymity. Now that his secret is out, why'd he lie in the first place?"

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

~Ossanlin~

Ossanlin watches as first the Ildari leaves, shortly followed by Salem.  He takes a deep breath and lowers his Shredders, holstering them.  He glances at Serid's weapon and frowns a bit.  He had thought he'd issued Serid a Shredder when he'd promoted the Warrior, perhaps he was confusing it with the one he'd issued Efaen.

<Claxter, I would appreciate an eye on that altercation if you would.  From a distance if you can.  If you deem the matter to no longer be of importance, you are free to do as you wish.  I'm leaving the decision, and the responsibility, in your hands.  I will trust in your judgment.>

He moves his main eyes to Serid.  <As for you Warrior, it's time you were properly outfitted...follow me.>  Ossanlin trots down the back hallway, not wanting to share possible proximity with Salem while he's still engaged with the other.



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~Rathien~

Rathien concentrates on the front of the bar and just as he sees Salem's "shadow" drift out on those hover-skates, he fires four quick shots in a vicinity pattern around and at the image.  His Entroper beeps protest as it cools after the quick repeated fire.  He continues to crouch on the back side of the roof, his weapon trained as he waits to see the results of his weapon discharges, ready to spring backwards and roll off the back of the roof if the results are, more likely than not, less favorable than it seems.



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~Raile~

Raile continues to watch the stiuation as it moves outside.  As the being on the roof fires, he draws upon the Force again and springs backwards and away from the bar, flipping away from the debris cloud that erupts in the wake of the molecular decay weapon's multiple discharge.

[Darth Revan]

Garreth notices the explosions emanating from around his ally. He jumps from his seat, rolls to the destroyed wall and Force Pulls both of his light sabers to his hands, igniting them. He looks up at the Ildari, guessing where the shots had come from as they were pointed explosions, suggesting they came from above. He calls out, "If after all this, you do harm an innocent; you will have me to deal with. Before I aimed to deflect damage. Keep your quarrel contained or you will have more than one adversary at this establishment!"

Garreth reached out with the Force, making sure Raile had not been harmed. He kept careful watch on the Ildari's movements, ready for anything.

[Chad32]

<Yes Prince Ossanlin.> Claxter said. He madehis way outside, trying to findone or both of them. Salem was using camoflauge, so he'dbe hard to track. rathien wasn't, but his weapon was more dangerous. It was a tough pick, but Claxter would not baulk at it.

[Terenia]

"I'm fine," Tamora says, eyeing Illim a little warily. "I just...don't like conflict." She glances back towards the bar and laughs nervously. "Guess I'm in the wrong place."

[Myitt]

Myitt scowls at Tamora, looking between her and Illim, before snapping to the ship for the hatch to open.

The ramp extends and she stalks up into the cabin, eager to leave this unwanted firefight behind.

"Come on, unless you want to get shot," she calls, gesturing to Tamora and Illim both.