Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn As the brawl started, Tahlyn grabbed his nervous looking contact by the arm. You've got the cred, give me the disc! His voice was pitched low and menacing, hoping to intimidate Cheff or whatever his name was into compliance. It worked, as he fumbled a disc out of a pocket on his sleeve and then pulled away, almost forgetting his money in his hurry to get out of the bar. Meanwhile, the Krogan was humming a jaunty little tune while he walked around the table. Two of the Vorcha were stumbling back from that human girl and he grabbed them by the scruff of their necks and banged them together until they stopped fighting. Around him the quiet calm was disintegrating into chaos. The Volus was hiding beneath the table, counting his winnings while around him members of almost every species were throwing punches and furniture. Tahlyn saw Bronn stumble as he was hit in the back with a bar stool and shook his head. That was an unfortunate mistake for the human in question. While the Krogan picked up an unruly human spacer and swung him around like a club, Tahlyn moved through the crowd towards the woman who had been the focus of all this attention. Blocking blows and slipping punches on the way, he arrived just as one of the Salarians was raising his pistol and aiming at Bronn. Play fair, Was the Turian's only comment as the two slender aliens glowed azure and rose off the ground. Bronn, enough local colour. Time to go. Leaning down, the Turian flung the two Salarians across the bar and into the racks of bottles behind it with a crash. I think it's time for you to leave, miss. Before someone starts shooting and things get out of hand. His fingers were strong on her bicep as he hauled Artemis to her feet and nodded to the doorway. Bronn! Party favours! No sooner had Tahlyn said the words than Bronn's hand dipped to his toolbelt and came up with a couple of thick cylinders. Fusing them, he bulled his way through the press of bodies and flipped them back over the crowd. One landed on the bar and rolled onto the other side, the other bounced down near two of the semi-conscious Vorcha. The grenades detonated with a 'whumph' sound, billows of pale blue foam erupting out of them and then hardening in seconds as the nano crystallized. The riot-control grenades engulfed a dozen patrons in the thick, unyielding mass and then froze them in place like some bizarre statue. Still holding the human's shoulder, Tahlyn chuckled and pushed her towards the door. His other hand was on his pistol, and those violet eyes glittered intently as he searched the corridor outside for threats. The Krogan joined them a moment later, towing the last of the Vorcha by one leg. His broad, reptilian face was set in a gleeful grin as he systematically broke its limbs one by one and then kicked it down a staircase. Dusting his large hands he wandered over and regarded his captain and the human. What is the world coming to, when Salarian loan sharks hire Vorcha muscle? Ugh. His face screwed up as though tasting something he didn't like. Who's the lady, Captain? Tahlyn released Artemis and shrugged, checking the pocket that held the Batarian's OSD. Other than trouble? We haven't been introduced. Tahlyn cocked his head to one side, hands disappearing into the pockets of his jacket. Tahlyn Varro, at your service. The walking calamity is Kurrlok Bronn. If I were you, I'd find somewhere quiet to lay low. That foam only lasts about ten minutes. The Turian gave a little bow, then turned and walked away. Twelve minutes forty three seconds, I've been playing around with the formula. The Krogan put in, looking fussy. Dropping his voice to a murmur, the big fellow continued in a conspiratorial tone. Come on, if you need somewhere to hide our ship's as good a place as any. Besides, we didn't get to finish our game. Offering his arm, the Krogan grinned and gave her a wink. tag