2009-04-25 - Bothawui Charity Blast

Notable QUOTE: "Uhm. Mercy you freakish alien womps?" -- Sous Chef, after dropping the canapees, shooting into the crowds of said aliens and eventually losing.
The back of the plantation house has been bedecked in lightning on this warm Bothawui evening. The house itself is being used by the caterers while the patio has a bar set up on it and a collection of tables with buffet food on it. Mingling are several waiters and waitresses with trays of drinks and food, taking orders and delivering nummy finger food.
For those that know about Bothan society, one would notice many of the prominent clan leaders in the centre of the plantation, chatting around the fountain. People of various walks of life mingle and the chatter burbles along as the plantation slowly fills.
A blonde woman stands amongst a group of Bothans, their splendid robes and gold-ringed ears saturate the area with colour and life. Felicia, however, is neutrally dressed. Her cream-coloured skirt is without a crinkle; a white, silken shirt without a crease. Despite her position as President of Merr Sonn she is not seated together with the clan leaders. The Viceroy is, after all, merely adopted into the Khan family! Still the Bothan citizens treat her with familiarity and respect.
Kalira is merely one of those people from various walks of life that plan to mingle, chatter, maybe even burble a bit as she threads her way through tthe guests that already linger on the patio. She snags a tall glass with something sparkling in it and a napkin holding some sort of eminently edible delight while surveying the gathering.
Gand trundles into the party, with it's small entourage of insectoids, all exhaling their ammonia vapors and wilting the local plant life.
Nar'lan is standing with the other Bothans as they chat over the various matters that are of immense import to Bothans, but utterly uninteresting to other species. He then smiles and pats one of the other Clan leaders on the back before he leaves the small group of Bothan elite. The bothan's paw gestures at a group of musicians on the patio who begin to play some soft Bothan music as he walks past Felicia, giving her shoulder a gentle pet "Felicia. I am happy you could make it. Hopefully we should get a good turn out and see what difference we can make, hrm?" Trask's gaze moves towards the entrance "And I wonder how many of my fellow senators will turn up."
A quite young woman, who would be fresh-faced save for battle scars, marches into the gardens with a gaggle of Republic noncoms in tow. Largely staying at the perimeter of the gathering for now, Terienn glances around those assembled with keen eyes.
Making his way through the guests, Richard walks over to a empty table as the place is filling up. As a waiter goes by and stops near him "Yo, waiter bring me a Corellian Brandy on the rocks with a splash of lime" he grins to him self sitting back in his chair "Fancy events, get me all ready to celebrate" He turns and surveys his surroundings.
Jax'un enters looking about the gathering. He is dressed rather as he normally is for a captain. He brushes back his forward hanging lekku into place as he moves spotting a few well known faces. He also grabs a glass but waves off the food for the moment. He spots a friend moving towards her. "Why Dr Valen it's good to see you again." he says in his most polite voice he grins to her as he takes a drink.
Kalira takes a sip from the glass she's holding as Jax'un approaches and she smiles in answer, "It's good to see you as well, Captain," she says with a tilt of her head in a slow nod. She balances that napkin with it's eminently edible delicacies upon one hand and briefly ponders how to hold the napkin and the glass and sample the edible artwork. "Hm, connundrum."
A human male paces across the plantation, using the most of shadows and plants to keep his presence concealed.
Felicia turns at the Bothan's touch and tilts her head at Nar'lan. "It's looking promising already," she sweeps a dusty-green look over the plantation. "You throw good parties, like most Bothans." She smiles briefly at the CEO and turns her attention back to the guests. "I already see several people I must talk to. Jax'un of Bespin... and that man over there by the canapees. I believe his name is Richard, rumour has it he is looking for a job."
As the waiter brings his drink to him Richard gets to his feet taking the drink "Thanks Chap" he makes his way through the crowd once more, till he reachs the edible style of artwork "Interesting Motief" he sips the Corellian Brandy "Along with a nice smell to it"
Gionarro slips into the gathering, looking around at those gathered and sorting out the pecking order. A drink is snagged from a passing tray as he begins to mingle, a meandering path that seems to lead all of nowhere in particular.
After considering her options, Terienn decides on her initial course. Small hands clasped firmly behind her back, she strides toward Nar'lan. A partially mechanical sounding half-cough, half-swallow emanates from the vicinity of her head as she clears her throat.
"I believe I saw the Richard chap on Coruscant earlier, yes. He looks very.....rustic" comments the Bothan, peeking over towards the entrance "Ah. Bespin you say? Can't say I've had much experience with their lot. That with him is the new Senator of Sienar, Kalira Valen I believe her name is. One of the many beings in the universe who have earned Alistair's wrath."
Trask gives the Viceroy's shoulder a squeeze "We should mingle then, hrm Viceroy?" It is then that the Bothan spots Terienn and breaks into a broad grin "Senator Terienn. It is, as always, a pleasure, especially when it gives me the chance to congratulate you on your recent victory. I am sure you will make an able treasurer for the Republic."
"That is quite the trouble." he chuckles a bit "I can hold the napkin while you remove the treat so you can sample it?" Jax'un offers of his friend another sharp toothed filled grin given though the offer is serious if she'd like to. The captain takes another glance around the room spotting a few that he wishes to speak to before the end of the party.
Gand wanders over towards the group, greeting, "Greetings, Treasurer Terienn, Senators, how do you do?"
Tuil comes out of the restroom after tipping the Bothan attendant who provided soothing hand lotions and a towel inside. Looking refreshed, the Jedi checks out the scene.
Kalira laughs quietly before replying, "Will you hold my drink instead?" she asks and extends the tall slender glass toward Jax'un even as she sweeps a searching glance around the gathering once more. This time her eyes alight upon Gionarro and then Gand and Gand's band of Gand, resting briefly upon the host of this soiree and a few other persons of note that she recognizes before back to Jax'un.
"Mingle, indeed." Felicia's voice is warm at Nar'lan, and some of the warmth lingers when she turns to Terienn. "I have no doubt you'll be a capable Treasurer. If you remember, I held office before you? Also, you'll notice how I didn't run away with the Republic coffers like that woman some years ago... what was her name again... Amelia, or Amanda."
 
Terienn reaches into her suit jacket pocket and pulls out a small data cylinder. "Thank you, Senator Nar'lan," she replies in close to her normal voice, though it is spiced with rasping and a mechanical twinge. She pivots to give each of the well-wishing bigwigs an efficient nod of acknowledgement before turning back to the Bothan. She holds out the cylinder. "From myself personally, please accept this voucher for medical equipment for the war orphans benefit."
Gionarro's meandering path leads him over to Kalira and Jax'un's direction, raising his drink in greeting, "Two fisted drinking already Captain? It doesn't seem that stressful of a party." asks Gion jokingly of the Togruta. He sips from his own glass, a smile for each of them. "Congratulations, Doc, on your controversy. I'm afraid that I'll lose all track of you if you manage to lead a quiet life."
Kalira has managed, somehow, to get a taste of one of the edible confections and offers one to 
Jax'un even as Gionarro arrives. she laughs, blue eyes sparkling with amusement, "May you always live in interesting times?" she murmurs in return. "Perish the thought. A quite life indeed. I would surely go mad with boredom."
A small Thyferran contingency keeps to themselves on the perimeter of the gathering. By the tell-tale rumor of growls and grumps, the citizen-leader of said planet is in attendance. He is walled off and deep in conversation.
Richard Watchs the crowds around him "Hmm, alot of important people....to bad its not really the time to hit one up for a job, course I wouldnt know what half of them do" he mumbles as he slips his drink looking over some of the interesting looking artwork. Another sip of his drink as he makes his way back to the table he was at...
Jax'un grins chuckling a bit and accepts the drink into his free hand. "It's a deal." he says in response to the offer. "An interesting setup they have here don't you think?" he turns back at another voice chuckling. "Not quite yet, well see if i'm drawn to drinking the place dry a bit later." he winks accepting the offered food finishing it. "Not bad at all. Yeah if any of us get a moment of calm I think we'd be bored." he winks to the two.
Nar'lan bows his head as he accepts the chip from Terienn and slides it into his robes "Thank you very much for your kindness, Brae. I will likely be using Viceroy Khan to distribute things, just to avoid any accusations of politicing with such a good cause" He gives Felicia an apologetic smile after springing that on her and bows to the ladies "One moment ladies. I am just going to go and say hello to our honourable friend from Sienar."
Trask pads over towards the house towards Kalira and smiles "Senator. It is a pleasure to see you, I am glad you could make it to the soiree." The Bothan nods to Jax'un "And our Bespin friends from the Trade Federation are always welcome as well, of course."
Tuil walks through the food present, checking things out with a keen eye. He spots a delicacy known to him from his youth and he stops to sample it. With one brow raised as he appreciates what he chews in his mouth, he nods approvingly and then takes up another sample. To the young lady beside him, he observes, "Needs more <SW common table seasoning>."
Felicia raises a blonde brow at Nar'lan's suggestion, but soon a good-natured smile is offered at the Bothan. "The Trade Federation will be happy to provide transportation of medicine to planets of your choice. We will even give you a discount." Some humour lingers in her eyes when she excuses herself with a nod at Terienn. She turns and walks toward Richard, but pauses as her meandering path takes her past Tuil. "Good day," the Viceroy says softly at the Jedi. She tilts her head thoughtfully. "I'm glad to see you made it safely off Byss. What were you all doing there, anyway?"
Kalira is dusting her fingertips together, having shared the edible confections with Jax'un and is folding the napkin just as Nar'lan arrives. "Salutations in return, and thank you for hosting this generous benefit," she replies with a tilt of her head toward Trask. "If there's anything that I may do to help, other than a contribution of course, do let me know."
Gand says cheerfully, "Yes! This Gand should hopefully be opening some factories soon-ish. This Gand understands that the small hands of human children are very good for manufacturing work."
 
Tuil smiles at the familiar rustle of stiff fabric that heralds the arrival of Felicia. He turns away from the buffet and the young lady he was speaking to a moment before and bows to the viceroy deeply. "We were meeting, Madam Vicereine. A small matter that required us to convene in person."
Turning his eyes up as another waiter passes, Richard slips the empty glass forward "Another Corellian Brandy with a splash of lime.." he turns his eyes away glancing around him as he waits for his fresh drink. "Now, lets see" he goes over some things in his head before rising once again to his feet as his fresh drink arrives and starts to make his way through the crowds again, this time his path will take him past Felicia and a few others....hes got to fimilarize him self with faces, and possably names and professions...so in the future he will know who is around him better.
Terienn now turns to Gand with a bird-like cock of her head. She pointedly makes no sign of noticing the nature of his last remarks. "Gand, the Command Council received your petition and will give you a response shortly," she chirps.
Gionarro sips his drink quietly, observing the exchange between the Senators but not interrupting. He overhears Gand's statement and nearly spits his drink out, managing to turn and choke it down instead of exhaling it all over the host.
Felicia bows her head at Tuil in return, a smile lingering on her lips. "I'll curb my curiousity and not ask you what matter, exactly. But it must have been important to draw Master Tan out of his dusty study in the Retreat. If you feel like spilling it, however, I'm all ears?" She pauses when Richard's path takes him past herself and the Jedi. The Viceroy doesn't exactly reach out an arm to stop him -- merely a graceful finger and a blink of an eye precede: "Say... Richard, isn't it?"
Gand says, "Oh, splendid! This Gand assures you that the Republic got their money's worth. It is too bad that this Gand's plans for the location were not implemented; but that's the way it goes."
 
Whatever Tuil is about to say, he holds back as Felicia moves to speak with Richard. Standing back a moment to give the vicereine a bit of space to converse with her acquaintance, the master folds his arms as he always does and looks at Felicia.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You experience a watched feeling and think of Tuil.
Coming in from the city streets, a young armored man steps inside, briefly taking off his hat to straighten it out and place it rightly atop his head again. His good eye scans the occassion hopefully in search of familiar faces. "This looks fancy.." Caton murmers to himself at the entrance. He never was good with these types of parties.
Stoping in his tracks, Richard turns "Um yes?" He looks at Felicia courusly unsure about how or why he has been stoped, he just hopes this isnt gonna be like the last time he was at one of there funcitions and end up in a brig or jail some where.
Nar'lan shakes his head to Kalira "Merely the awareness and lobbying power of senators will do enough for the war orphans, Senator. It is getting the aid to those who need it that becomes the issue." The Bothan looks over at the caterers as a tray goes flying "Really. I know they donated their services, but off world caterers, just not as good as Bothan servants." The Bothan bows to Kalira and ahs I was pleased to hear the legal charges were dropped against you, that must be a great relief?"
Terienn gives the Gand a noncommittal half smile, and rasps, "If you will excuse me, I have other business."
"You look like I'm going to throw you in jail," Felicia comments softly at Richard. "But I'm not! I'm Felicia Khan, Viceroy of the Trade Federation. I hear you are looking for a job. Are you interested in hauling cargo?" She flicks a look at Tuil, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes when the man turns silent.
"I am glad to be here, the CEO of Bespin wishes she could but perhaps our donation can be made at a later time." he says offering the drink to the doctor since she's finished her food. Jax'un looks about but back to the conversation of the two near him thought admittedly not having much to say just now.
Tuil smiles in return at Felicia, her disappointment apparently not bothering him.
Caton strolls in a bit further, as no one has yet protested his presence here. He gently takes some kind of appetizer off of a passing waiters tray and tries to halt the being. "Yeah, scuse me. Uh... mind telling me, what's all this about?" He wonders, before taking a bite out of the foodthing. Mmm. Slimey.
Chuckling softly "Sorry Mam, Its just the last time I showed up at one of these functions I ended up in the drunk tank for three days on Corellia because one of the guards mistook me for my dead brother....and a gang banger" Richard smiles and bows his head "My my, my appologies Viceroy.....I did not know" he lifts his head slightly "Yes, I am looking for work...and would be interested in hauling cargo...." he grins
"I'll do what I can, Senator," Kalira replies in return with a somber nod. "There are many things that we will wish to bring to the table, so to speak. This is one issue that should be at the top of the list," she adds with another nod. Her eyes rest briefly upon the caterers before turning back to Trask. "It would be, I suppose, if I was at all certain that this would be the last time the charges are brought up again for the same entirely spurious and unfounded reasons? It seems like 'the thing' to do."
Guards not far behind, Terienn turns to see where her next social call went. Finding it, she crosses to wait a polite distance away from Felicia Khan.
Izid has disconnected.
Felicia listens politely to Richard, tilting her head to the side with a watchful gaze at the man. "Interesting," she says, mildly. "If you are to be trusted then I assure you this can be most profitable." The Viceroy slips a datapad out of her pocket and taps on it, eyes resting on the screen. "I'm assigning you to the TF Principal," she looks up with a kindly nod. "Welcome onboard." The woman casts a look to the side, lingering - thoughtfully! - on Tuil and turning - curiously! - to Terienn.
The number of caterers seems to drop as some go inside. Probably to get new trays of goodies.
Tuil's eyes linger on Felicia as she lingers on Tuil a moment. He glances then at Richard and asks, "Who's your brother?"
Richard flashes a bright smile "Why thank you, belive me I will proove my worth and worthy of the trust thats placed in me...Viceroy" He bows to Felicia "I guess coming here to this glorius even was worth the trip after all...." he says rising to his feet "His name was Jackson Nox....." he says turning his eyes to Tuil "Why? He died when he tryed to cheat a hutt out of his profit."
Terienn takes the brief conversation between Richard and Tuil as her opportunity. "Dr. Khan," her voice buzzes. "A moment of your time, please?"
"Of course, Ms Terienn." Felicia nods politely at Terienn and looks around for a waiter to take her empty glass.
But they are all gone!
Tuil shrugs. "No reason." He smiles then and nods in parting; seeing that Felicia has turned to talk to Brae, he turns to head out for the door.
His waiter had just walked away, without answering a thing. Caton frowns. "This is exactly why I stay on Nar Shaddaa." He complains, to nobody in particular. "Uppity noble types..."
A paw waves in the air as Nar'lan responds "Republic law is sadly a little convoluted these days. It is one of the reasons I fight for the planetary rights as I do. I am sure Senator Bellamy will leave you be, after all it is two weeks to the election now. He will no doubt be too busy." The Bothan's eyeridge lifts as he overheads Felicia and turns his head "You never miss a beat do you Felicia, no chance to deal." he scratches his head as he notices the glass "Where have they all gone? Remind me not to use Vanixian caterers again, Felicia."
Jayce Sand leans up against one of the trees; Bothawui wildlife twitters and tweets overhead, and it's a long moment before the youth puts his hood down.
Green eyes are alight on various faces, idly picking from one to the other, first to second and third.
Gand wanders over and rasps to the human in the fedora and armor, "Greetings, Caton Human. How are you today?"
Terienn swallows, the linen wound around her throat to hide the mangled scars twitching slightly. "I didn't get a chance to thank you for your assistance with my... problem a couple of weeks ago," her mechanically augmented voice rasps.
"Convoluted is a rather apt word, I'm guessing," Kalira replies as she reaches toward Jax'un and accepts her glass back from her friend with a nod and a smile. "As to whether or not the good Vanixian senator will leave me be.. I still find myself rather liking the man. I dare say I'm still one of the handful that do, despite everything. I still wish I knew why he'd think that I, of all people, would try to kill him," she admits. "Why would I try to kill anyone, for that matter?" She glances around now, as well, then takes a nice measured step towards Jax'un and Gionarro, placing herself neatly alongside two of her friends as studies the surrounding area, trying to look casual.
"I've been better." Caton replies dryly, still looking off as to where his waiter had left. "I can't believe the people in the core sometimes. I've met cutthroats with better respects." He reflects to his outer rim acquaintance.
"I'll remind you sure enough," Felicia turns and smiles at Nar'lan. "Nothing good comes from Vanix, or at least not its waiters, right?"
"You are very welcome," the Viceroy nods at Terienn. "I can propably do something about your throat, too. At least provide a more elegant solution." Her nose wrinkles at the cylinder that lends mechanical speech to the other.
Jayce Sand idly gives a little nod toward Caton from across the way, calling out in a Tatooinian drawl a quick greeting of "Howdy" before letting his gaze roam onward.
Not a social Alderaanian butterfly, really.
After a moment, Jayce steps away from the tree and sidles toward the crowd, light blue and white tunic hardly rustling at all as he makes his way toward Lazarus with a sudden, quick sort of smile. "Doctor Lazarus-- I do hope I'm not intruding on you. I really, uh, meant to get back to you sooner about our meeting. . ."
His brow furrows. "Or, wait. Did you respond? I assume I was just remiss, I'm not so astounding with keeping track of holomails," he admits.
"Well, senator, I am sure there are a great many people who would want to try. Though why you, I have no idea. Bellamy is a man who is rash to act and slow to reconsider. I have not found him to be an outright liar though, if he says he will not bring the charges, I would rest easy." says Nar'lan before he glances back when Felicia talks to him "I am sure they produce some fine alcoholic tipples, Felicia.."
With her eyes calm and level, Terienn replies, "I do not mind the scars." She swallows gingerly. "I knew Thyferra was in a dangerous situation," another swallow, "and I will always carry the reminder of letting my guard down." She takes a deep relieved breath at the end of the record-setting speech length.
"Vanixian caterers? So hard to recognize them without their crysblades on their hips. I would have figured them for Coruscanti." Gion shifts to set the half full glass down on a table, returning to Kalira's side. A glance to the doctor, and the Togruta.
Standing up stright, Richard reachs back and strightens his ponytail "Looks like I wont be worrying no more today about work atleast, Now if I can do something about my other issue" He smiles 
"Course thats just not something anyone can help me with" he smiles looking around slowly before looking back at the Viceroy "Where is the ship currently located? I plan to start as soon as the function is over getting adjusted to the ship and its systems...a good pilot knows, one must be well tuned to a ship" he grins.
"It is here on Bothawui, and should be returned to Bothawui again." Felicia smiles briefly at Richard. "Other traders are using it, so please make sure the crew puts it back after a trade run. But the captains are properly instructed as well. And if you change your mind, Ms Terienn, you know where to find me." The Viceroy turns to Nar'lan, waving her empty glass in the air.
"I do appreciate alcoholic tipples." She then mouths, discreetly. "I can send for the staff in the Khan manor to assist?"
There is a shriek from inside the house and some rustling, then silence. A couple of the caterers still outside touch their ears for a moment before bending down and standing up with blasters. Several more caterers come out from the building, sliding tibanna gas cartridges into blasters and knocking down the safeties, the blaster straps dangling in the cool evening air. Out comes the human sous chef, throwing the wounded Bothan head chef onto the patio "What a fine group of upstanding Galactic citizens we have here. Caring so much about little children all the while selling out us humans to there kind" The sous-chef's finger points at some of the Bothans.
"Oh, yes, I forgot the introductions..." the sous-chef fires several blaster bolts off into the crowd of Bothans and other aliens by the fountain "Tonight I'll be the war and if you move, your children will be the orphans"
"Yes.. yes of course," replies the Ishi Tib offhandedly to Nar'lan's comment. He turns back to his advisors who seem to be enjoying their drink far more than the issues at hand.
Gand exhales a puff of ammonia, watching the gun-toting humans with interest. Or maybe that's hunger?
The human in the shadow continues to watch - even as several caterers slip out of the kitchen, reloading guns. Retrieving a small, vibrating throwing knife from his belt, he stays at ready.
Izid whispers to Jayce Sand.
Kalira calmly, utterly calmly, finishes the sparkling contents of the glass that she's holding and sets it neatly on a nearby table. Conveniently located nearby table. She rests one hand lightly on Jax'un's arm, then on Gion's, while watching the sous-chef and his blaster wielding staff making demands. "I just know I'm going to ruin this dress somehow," she murmurs, "or the shoes. Why is it always the shoes?" she laments in a whisper to her two friends.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Izid wields his Throwing Vibro-Knife.
Caton squints his good eye at the head chef. "You know I'm ready to go." He asides lightly to Gand, taking off his hat and holding something inside of it. "What about the rest of these people.." He asks, figuring a game plan.
Jayce Sand squints a little at Lazarus, as he still stands right next to the Ishi Tib. A twisting of his lips, and he starts off "Doctor Lazarus, I must insist we have a short meeting. It really won't take long, and it's really in /your/ best inter--"
Oh. And then there are terrorists, pulling guns out and threatening children. Jayce's attention is, of course, pulled away, and his nose crinkles. There's (sadly, for the foolish youth) little to no hesitation as he takes a few steps forward toward the former servants. Hands go up in a placating sort of way.
"Really, I think we can all take a moment to calm down and think things through. You're obviously /very/ concerned with your issues," he adds, biting his bottom lip a little.
Gosh, what a great distraction the Tatoonian becomes! Right out in the front of everyone.
Turning as the blaster bolts fly, and the sous-chef speaks "Great, I shoulda figured something like this would happen on a day I go some where...unarmed at that" he looks around trying to figure the best way to either escape, or to get his hand on a blaster....if only he hadnt gotten rid of his brothers modified blaster when he passed away....that woulda come in handy...Richard sighs.
A second throwing knife is picked up by the human in the shadows, until he dares reveal himself. Izid smirks at the Caterer Gang, twin throwing knives held between his fingers. He takes cover behind ... well, maybe a tree?
Terienn gives Felicia a polite half smile, then feels a tug on her shoulder from one of the Republic noncoms in tow. Her attention swings to the bowtie-sporting men who have traded their buffets for bullets. The guards form a tight defensive perimeter around the young gal, who drops to one knee and pulls a blaster out of the shin holster under her trouser leg.
Felicia's Bothan bodyguards quickly pushes the Viceroy behind a large outdoor painting, attempting to protect her from the attackers!
Nar'lan briefly, ever ever so briefly, ponders the whole 'not moving' thing, as suggested by the human. However, recently history has taught him that humans with guns usually means he gets shot in the head, and that stuff isn't funny. So, the Bothan does his best to hide behind a tree as he palms his holdout
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan wields his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster.
Jayce Sand spares a glance toward Lazarus, lips pulling upward faintly at the corners. "I've left several messages with your office on Thyferra, Doctor Lazarus, and really must speak to you soon," he adds, though his gaze lingers a touch on the Ishi Tib. "You may wish to take a step behind cover, however, Doctor," he adds in an advisory tone, moving himself to take a further step. Out into the open, a blinking target!
"Take a moment to think this over, friends," he calls out, adding this to the humans this time, hands still weapon-free and palms out.
Feist edges his way up a ways. "Say there, Gand, I assume this isn't something that really involves you or me?" he asks.
Kalira also has not moved, indeed she does follow instructions from time to time. Perhaps it's because she doesnt want to ruin her shoes. Shoes are very important, after all, or so she's been told.
Citizen Lazarus grumps and canes his way awkwardly behind one of his advisors. His frown deepens as he glances over Jayce, but it quickly transfers to Felicia.
A willing target!
The servants doesn't bother to listen to Jayce's emphatic speech. Instead, they fire!
Not wanting to end up dead, or causing a mess considering he came unarmed as it is Richard stays put glacing around only to stop his eyes on Kalria a brief moment before looking towards the terrorits as they fire he thinks screw it and runs for cover.
Seizing the terrorist servants' distraction with Jayce, Izid climbs onto the painting, balancing on the balls of his feet as he darts a throwing knife towards them!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Izid throws his Throwing Vibro-Knife at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Izid's thrown Throwing Vibro-Knife hits and kills one of Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Izid!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Izid tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him.
Willing target is right. BLAM BLAM!
Several blaster bolts fly through the air, sizzling into Jayce's stomach even as he spins with the momentum of the bolts and scrabbles to join the rest of the people behind cover.
A faint grin slides to Jayce's lips as he glances over, eyebrows shooting up. Called back to the terrorists, "Really, that's not. . . I mean, it's not necessarily very necessary, to be honest. There are a lot of Bothans that could be harmed here," he adds, like they don't know this.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand takes cover behind an armchair.
Gionarro frowns, turning slightly from Kalira as she stands there, eyes scanning about in a quick count around at the number of armed terrorists. His voice low "I count just over a dozen, assuming more aren't still inside. And sorry about the shoes, but I can loan you a jacket if the dress comes to harm."
Jayce Sand adds, "Surrender! It's your last chance!" while holding a hand to his bloody, bloody stomach.
Felicia is quickly escorted from the dramatic scene by a large number of bodyguards.
Still crouched among the legs of her bodyguard, Terienn holds her blaster at the ready, a cool stillness in her veteran's eyes. She waits.
Mumbling "Great just great" Richard looks around as he makes a break for it not wanting to end up dead, not wanting to end up a prisoner or even a hostage...only think he can think of is getting off this rock...next time, he will come prepared for the worst. He makes a dish for it.
Nar'lan peeks out from behind his tree for a moment and squeezes off a shot with his holdout before he looks around "I say, this is hardly what one does at a fine soiree. Though I guess as caterers at least they did bring wine" he murmurs before he peeks around the tree again "Your reference will be very poor unless you give in!" he calls out. When is there an inappropriate time for humour? Possibly when being shot at.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds Nar'lan.
The Sous Chef sniggers a little as Jayce gets shot "Human lovers." However when people start shooting back and throwing knives at his men, the sous chef's face scrunches up like Winston Churchill sucking on a lemon "That isn't meant to be how it goes. Learn your places!" Sous chef waves his hand at the caterers "Don't just stand there. Kill the damn aliums and those damn alium lovvin' sons of rancours." The various caterers open fire on the guests.
Jayce Sand holds a hand to his bloody stomach still, glancing down even as blaster bolts fly. "Try to avoid the civilians," he notes, keeping an eye poking around the armchair every once and a while.
"Is anyone able to take a look at this for me?" Jayce calls out, glancing about and lifting a bloody hand up. The intergalactic symbol for 'field medic needed.'
No fighting here, just yet! A quick glance to the hostages, and once they're ascertained alive-- he's looking about for a medic again.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Kalira calls upon the <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Kalira.
Izid slips back behind the painting, and tries to claim the shadows for himself once again - dashing to the discarded throwing knife beyond enemy territory!
The leaves of the plantations rustles in the breeze -- and with blaster shots -- and with a person, lurking amongst them! Suddenly the figure of a Nikto appears. It is armed with a red blade and moves forward through the battlefield with terrible purpose. 
Kalira lets out a gasp of sound as one of the terrorists aims a blaster at her and she tries to deflect it with one hastily outward facing hand, the blaster bolt hissing at it impacts her upper arm. She makes a gasp of pain and and cups one hand protectively over her upper left arm.
"Come on you mangy cowards!" Caton boldly challenges, stepping forward with both hands on his blaster pistol like an old western revolver. "Never fought a real criminal before?!" He double dog dares, peeling off accurate cover fire for the party guests with vigor.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at 
Terrorist Servants I!
Terrorist Servants I goes to Bothawui: Beta Block - City Streets.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's lethally accurate blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants I and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants I wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants I is panicked and flees toward Bothawui: Beta Block - City Streets!
Gionarro cringes as the blaster bold singes into Kalira's arm, whipping off his jacket and slipping it over her shoulders. "Stand still my ass.. Duck and cover, Doc. Need you to patch us back up after these heroics." He drops down behind cover, worrying about shooting back afterward.
Gionarro gives a Masterwork Sleek Black Leather Coat to Kalira.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro takes cover behind an armchair.
Feist shrugs and waves his gun around a little bit. "Gand, are any of these people profitable or anything?" he asks. "None of them seem interested in shooting either you or me."
Terienn gives a satisfied snort when a third of the thugs flee. In her small hand, the old-fashioned blaster snakes forward and fires from behind the thin forest of Republican legs.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's skillfully-aimed blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
Jumping from where he was hidden Richard just takes off running like a mad hell. He knows The viceroy told him there was a ship on this planet, which he could use..So hes not staying any longer then he has to.
Nar'lan lets out a groan as he once again feels the ever so hideous pain of blaster bolts singing his fur. His nose wrinkles at the smell of burnt fur and the Bothan touches a paw gingerly to his shoulder "That is another pair of robes ruined too" he grimaces through gritted teeth. Trask pops his head around the tree and fires off another piddling blaster shot towards the caterers with his holdout.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Nar'lan.
Sous Chef seems rather pleased to see Nar'lan get hurt and gives a little laugh, as evil chaps are want to do. 'ha ha. ha ha ha. ha ha HA HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA' goes the evil man. Of course his laugh turns into a bit of a cough as a few of the chaps run off "You lazy...you get back here Craxon! If your mother wasn't my cousin I'd.....boy that boy is going to get it good." 
The two groups of caterers open fire on the duo of Gand and Feist.
You command Terrorist Servants III to shoot Gand.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gand!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds him..
The pale-skinned Nikto has drawn level with the attack servants. She wields her red blade with a humming sound, aiming at the armies -- but in the last second she swirls around and lets her weapon slice at Jayce's arm instead!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You swing your red lightsaber at Jayce Sand's arms!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Someone is trying to search your feelings.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand tries to dodge, but Ubis Kadassa's red lightsaber strikes and mauls his hand, disarming him.
Jayce Sand is just around the corner of the armchair; when Gionarro ducks behind, he flicks over a quick grin toward the man and holds up a bloody palm in greeting. "This turned out to be a little more than expected, didn't i--"
Oh, and speaking of 'more than expected,' there's a sudden red flash of lightsaber flying toward his left arm. Green eyes go wide, and his hand lifts up in an unconscious sort of warding-off motion. "Who ar--ARRRGGGH!"
And part of his hand goes flying off; wires spark into the air; it's not the first time, apparently, and likely won't be the last. His bottom lip is bit in, sucked into his mouth as his right hand scrabbles into his pocket to find a throwing knife and flip the switch.
There'd be blood misting, but his hand is cauterized. And, well, mostly cybernetic. He's in too much pain to talk, and just tries to scrabble back.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand wields his Throwing Vibro-Knife.
Gand staggers back a step, but then says, "Aha! Shoot it! Haha!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand fires his Experimental SAVRA Flechette Pistol at Ubis Kadassa's arms!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa tries to dodge, but Gand's lethally accurate flechette cloud hits and maims her arm.
Kalira settles Gion's jacket over her shoulders, wincing as she slips her arms into the sleeves then grits her teeth against the discomfort and watches the unfolding melee with n expression of grim resolution on her face. "I do not want to fight, yet the fights keep coming. I do not want to harm, but how do we protect the innocents if we are unwilling to do what is required of us? might does not make right," she says as she reaches neatly through a well concealed slit in the seam of her gown and draws the weapon from where it's been concealed, "and I am weary of seeing wanton and utterly useless bloodshed." It's with cool deliberation, now, that she ignites her lightsaber, keeping the blade lowered calmly as she strides around Gion, "Aim at the ring leaders, those who seem more bold than not. Disabling shots and keep your rounds well aimed and avoid the party goers," before taking the fight forward.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira ignites her blue lightsaber.
Though his targets had run off, Caton just shifts priorities. As he sees Nar'lan taking heavy fire he begins to run over to the Bothans' side, firing madly as to deter the caterers. "You call those pea shooters blasters?!" He taunts.
The lightsaber is beyond his one eyed field of vision just now.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's lethally accurate blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Terrorist Servants II seems dismayed by the attack ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack and kills one of Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira swings her blue lightsaber at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira's blue lightsaber strikes Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira dodges Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt.
Gionarro lurches back as the blade sweeps by taking Jayce's hand, scrabbling for his blaster as he looks at the wounded youth, "Your lightsaber seems to have shrunk, kid. Don't think that will be much use against her."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro wields his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol.
Feist twists and grabs his arm, but then says, "Aha! Pay me to!" He starts shooting anyways.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
Terienn raises a surprised, then bemused eyebrow as the lightsabers begin flying. With a shrug, she keeps concentrating her fire on the busted busboys.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Terrorist Servants II seems dismayed by the attack ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment shields Terienn from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Another hiss comes from Nar'lan as he is grazed by a second bolt. The Bothan leader fires off a bolt towards the strange alien with the blade, "More blasted light sabers. Is every damn person a jedi or fallen Jedi or killed a jedi and looted his corpse? So many <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> users" what he doesn't add is 'Not enough blaster bolts'.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with your lightsaber - +<FONT 
COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him..
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa deflects Nar'lan's blaster bolt back into Nar'lan, wounding him.
Sous Chef is most perplexed by the goings on. First the human who was protecting the alien gets shot by them, then hit by an alien, then the alien who hit the alien loving human was hit by a second alien. "This is just more proof of the messed up ways of Aliens, brothers. If we allowed them to infest our worlds with this silliness, it will never end!" one of the caterers who is probably lacking a few chromosones by the look of him leans in "Uhm, boss? Isn't this their world? Don't they already infest it?" to which the Sous Chef pinches his nose "I was being poetic, Darbin." The caterers, who are all looking a bit nervous, blast away at Kalira and, because they are a bit confused, Gand.
You command Terrorist Servants III to shoot Kalira.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
You command Terrorist Servants II to shoot Gand.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gand!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira parries Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt with her blue lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
The Nikto lifts her weapon instinctively against the shot that is sent her way. The alien hesitates -- oddly! -- when the shot is reflected, but soon turns towards the insectoid with a snarl. A claw stretches out and curls into the air, Gand-wards.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You try to terrify Gand!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
Jayce Sand is biting on his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, his left hand shoved into a pocket, twisted there. No response is given to Gionarro; instead, green eyes remain on the nearby Nikto and its deadly red extension.
"You're under arrest," he notes with a hint of stoicism to the alien, before he steps left and to the side and tosses his weapon toward Ubis.
"You may surrender now or be hunted. Disruptions of order and balance won't be tolerated," Jayce calls out, youthful bits of pride and vehemence having trouble being bitten back.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand throws his Throwing Vibro-Knife at Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa raises her hand and catches Jayce Sand's thrown Throwing Vibro-Knife.
Gand staggers, disoriented, and says raspily, "Kill it! It does not leave the room! Kill them all! Kill them!" It fires!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand fires his Experimental SAVRA Flechette Pistol at Ubis Kadassa's head!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa raises her hand and deflects Gand's flechette cloud.
Kalira leans deftly to the side, twisting her upper body so that the return fire zings right on past and impacts against a chair harmlessly. She plants one foot against the ground, shifts her balance forward, then brings the blue blade up in a swift block and parry, zinging this round down against the ground. She understands, fundamentally, that it's easier to bounce these bolts right back at the 'bad guys', but that's not how her mind works. She continues forward, one calm step at a time, each step is taken with care, with measured attention to the placement of the party goers and the other <FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>ants. She moves lightly, regretfully, focusing one one aspect of the fighting <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira swings her blue lightsaber at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira's blue lightsaber strikes Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira dodges Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt.
"Are you alright, Senator?" The armored young man asks, as he hurries in closer to Nar'lan , still blasting away at the enemy. "My names' Caton Cass, of the Yellow Dog Mercenaries. I'm here to help." He proclaims, before spinning and shooting at another caterer.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and kills one of them.
Cries of terror ring out!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack and kills one of Terrorist Servants II.
Gionarro picks out the sou chef, aiming a moment before squeezing off a shot at the man's torso, following the orders issued by the doctor, mostly. It'll heal after all.
Feist keeps shooting away, blasting apart some of the terrorists in the second group. "Right right!" he says cheerfully as he goes about killing them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants III.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds him.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants III and wounds a member of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds him..
Still very much the soldier, Terienn continues to fire at the capering caterers, rote muscle memory taking over. Her kneeling position is a professionally stable platform, her eyes peer out keenly, and her jaw is set grimly.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment tries to protect Terienn, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Terienn.
The Bothan nods over to Caton "I am Senator Trask Nar'lan, as you know. And those chaps" he gestures down towards the caterers "Are most definatly not getting a bonus, a reference or a stay of execution." he winces as he touches his injury and squeezes off another round at the evil dark Jedi type blur "I need to learn how to use this."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with your lightsaber - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa raises her hand and deflects Nar'lan's blaster bolt.
Sous Chef hops up and down on the spot "No no no. Kill them. Save us. KILL THEM SAVE US." exasperated the Sous Chef shoots the wounded bothan chef in the leg. He slips back into the building and peeks out from a window "Look! There! Shoot that one! He looks freaked out and smells a bit odd!" The Sous chef points at Gand and then at the human protecting Nar'lan "And that race traitor!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gand!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton raises his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him..
Ashley Nighthead is suddenly standing in the archway, staring. She is holding a glass of something red and alcoholic between her thumb and forefinger and swaying a little, and then her eyes go wide as saucers. She drops the glass and it shatters.
The Nikto alien waves her fingers and lazily picks out Jayce's thrown dagger from the air. She plants a kiss on the blade and tilts it, blowing the kiss from the steel towards the attacker.
"Arrest me," she says in a grovelly voice. "I think not."
Her hand moves in a blur, deflecting both flechette cloud and the blaster bolt from Nar'lan. A snarl is turned towards the Gand. Her yellow eyes narrow menacingly on the insect -- but her red saber suddenly whirls at Jayce's body!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Targeted attacks should be aimed at: body - head - arms - legs
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You swing your red lightsaber at Jayce Sand's body!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand ignites his yellow lightsaber and tries to parry!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand parries Ubis Kadassa's red lightsaber with his yellow lightsaber.
"Your overconfidence is your weakness, Sith."
Jayce's voice suddenly rings out with a determined sound to it, eyes narrowing briefly as a snap-hiss is heard, and his face is illuminated by the yellow and red sparks flying as two weapons meet. "I am a Jedi, like my father before m-- Well, like some of my acquaintances. Put down your weapon, and come peacefully. There has been too much harm here, today," he adds, taking a step to the side.
"And if you won't come peacefully, I'll bring you myself," the Tatoonian youth adds, swinging around to the side and aiming his blade at Ubis' left arm.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand swings his yellow lightsaber at Ubis Kadassa's arms!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with weapon
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa parries Jayce Sand's yellow lightsaber with her red lightsaber.
Gand ducks out of the way of incoming blaster fire, shooting it's strange weapon, "Arrest? No. Kill it!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand fires his Experimental SAVRA Flechette Pistol at Ubis Kadassa's head!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa raises her hand and deflects Gand's flechette cloud.
The leading edge of Kalira's blade slices through the upper body of one of the terrorists and she pushes him to the side even as his fellow returns fire and she leans abruptly to the right again to avoid the round. She steps over the fallen terrorist while pursuing the one aiming his blaster at her, the look on her face remains both calm and grimly resolute. There is nothing in her actions or deeds that speaks to battle-lust or enjoyment of this work. And no immediate remarks either, just work.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira swings her blue lightsaber at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira's blue lightsaber strikes Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira tries to parry with her blue lightsaber, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds her.
A click to slow, and Caton comes out with a grazed shoulder blade. Another scorch on his already painted suit of armor. "Those holdout blasters are trickier when you're firing for range, try keeping the barrel up!" He hastily advises the Senator from his crouched cover, before standing at full height to trade blaster bolts again.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack and wounds a member of Terrorist Servants II.
Ashley Nighthead is not fond of violence, this is clear from the scowl on her face. Nor is she fond of danger! She lunges for cover, watching the lightsabers spin madly about. "-They- are watching," she mutters to herself. "-They- are manipulating matter."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ashley Nighthead takes cover behind an armchair.
Gionarro follows the advance of Kalira with his blaster, squeezing off a shot as some of the caterers try to circle around and catch her in a crossfire.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants III.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro dodges Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt.
Feist doesn't seem overly concerned with cover, and just goes about shooting up the third group of terrorist servants. "Someone saying otherwise?" he asks of Gand.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds him..
Once you get into the rhythm of <FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>, one's training takes over and it becomes like the Zen of the firing range. Except then the targets shoot back. A lucky blaster bolt threads the needle and strikes Terienn in her shoulder. Darnation. This suit has survived an attempt to decapitate her, but the charred circle is beyond the ken of dry cleaners. She presses her lips into a frown and resolutely shoots back.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment shields Terienn from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Nar'lan growls as his shot gets deflected away "You'd think those chaps with the lightsabers would have the decency to get shot like good honest hard working folk." he leans around and shoots at the caterers again, the Bothan looks over to Caton "Does anyone spot a medic?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
With his chaps on the brink of running off Sous Chef waves his arms "Stop standing around, kill them faster" Military genius that man. Of course, he is just standing in the building and blasting away blindly with the pulse blaster on occasion. Without direction the caterers blast on Gionarro and Nar'lan
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro dodges Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards shields Nar'lan from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
A few waves of a hand and the blaster bolts are deflected. The Nikto smiles, amused, at Jayce's attack. "That's it," she urges, gravelly. "Attack me! I'll even stop attacking you, give you a sporting chance!" Ubis narrows her eyes and focuses for a moment, but she keeps her red saber lifted.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You try to terrify Gand!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand controls his fear of Ubis Kadassa.
Jayce Sand closes his eyes for half a second, blinking the green orbs open in time to see a red blade-- not swinging his way. His own saber swings about as he steps left, bringing it up to a forty-five degree angle.
"I feel a a presence nearby I've felt before. You expose yourself; Leprus is not powerful enough to be his own master," Jayce hisses this through his teeth at the Nikto. "Regardless of his arrogance in saying otherwise. You are his better; put down your weapon and live, it's the last time I'll offer you the chance to do so voluntarily," he warns.
Even as he furrows his brow at the taunting, and steps inward with a leftward strike, green eyes flashing. "You don't /give/ me the chance, Sith. I won't fall to your taunts."
Even if he does, a little.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Jayce Sand recklessly calls upon the Dark Side of the 
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand swings his yellow lightsaber at Ubis Kadassa's arms!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with weapon
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand's yellow lightsaber meets Ubis Kadassa's red lightsaber with a crackling hiss. The fighters struggle for the upper hand ... 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa's red lightsaber is struck from her hand and deactivated.
Gand says simply, "This Gand is not afraid of you. You just are not very scary." It fires again.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gand fires his Experimental SAVRA Flechette Pistol at Ubis Kadassa's head!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa raises her hand and deflects Gand's flechette cloud.
Cutting down another one of the <FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>ants, Kalira kicks the body out of her way and is striding forward again as another blaster bolt hits her low to her left side. Kalira grits her teeth against the sound of pain that hisses from between her lips as she moves the blade too slow to stop the return bolt. She centers herself while watching the enemy <FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>ant with slightly narrowed eyes, accepting the pain as she continues forward. Her senses tell her that something more dangerous is at hand, but that is not her fight, after all, she is no jedi. Merely someone with small talent trying to take down some of the bad guys.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira swings her blue lightsaber at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira's blue lightsaber strikes Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and maims her.
"I think I saw the headwoman nearby, dealing with the others." Caton spies, still not used to referring to Kalira as anything but her old political position. He spins his blaster pistol around one finger for good luck, before extending his arm lengthily and peppering out another two quick shots at some of the terrorists that happen to be gaining ground.
Nighthead hears the M-word and starts creeping rapidly toward Nar'lan. She may be a pacifist, but she obviously has no conception of physical fear. Weaving between blaster bolts, she makes her way toward the Bothan. "Medic, right here!" she calls when she's ten meters distant. "And it appears one is needed! Why do life-forms butcher each other so illogically?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Terrorist Servants II seems dismayed by the attack ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots at Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack but missing them.
Gionarro abandons his cover, and perhaps his sanity, his blaster slipped into its holster and ceramite blades snapping out of his armored gauntlets. He moves toward the caterers, preparing to vault over the serving table, though it is a long way to go.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro emerges from cover.
Feist continues firing shot after shot at the third group of terrorist servants. "Every one of you who dies makes me more money! It's so logical!" he says cheerfully, shooting another one in the head.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro puts away his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants III and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants III wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and mildly wounds him..
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro wields his Czerka Retractable Claws.
The throbbing in her shoulder is motivating, and Terienn keeps firing methodically, almost in rhythm with the pain.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment shields Terienn from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Gand sort of stands around watching the rest of the fight! So there!
Is briefly muffled as his bodyguards leap on him to keep him from firing. He struggles out from under the pile of fur to squeeze off a shot at the Terrorists. The Bothan is then dragged back behind cover by his very grumpy looking bodyguards, tired from all the leaping around.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants II.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Nar'lan.
Sous Chef screams as a blaster bolt knicks his hand, taking away Mr Pinky "That was my favourite finger! Kill that one!" screams the Sous Chef, gesturing wildly with a sweep of the hand that encompasses Kalira and Jayce. Unsure, the groups of caterers take one each.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ashley Nighthead emerges from cover.
You command Terrorist Servants II to shoot Kalira.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Kalira!
You command Terrorist Servants III to shoot Jayce Sand.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Jayce Sand!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Kalira calls upon the <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira raises her hand and deflects Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand tries to parry with his yellow lightsaber, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds him.
The red saber falls from Ubis' hands and clatters to the ground. The alien narrows its yellow eyes at the young man.
"I put down my weapon, so you must spare my life!" She laughs coldly, mockingly, at Jayce. "And your anger is evident. Let me help you on the way."
She pauses, then dives to the ground and retrieves the metallic cylinder.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You try to terrify Jayce Sand!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
You pick up a Kalkadesh-Katesh's Third Lightsaber.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa terrifies and disorients Jayce Sand.
A distraction, as a blaster bolt flies his way-- his own guard brought up too slowly, and it sizzles against the youth.
"Gand of Gand, your aim is mercenary and your shot true; this is a personal matter, however. Stay your weapon a moment unless I fall, for this evil <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> needs to be brought in and arrested," Jayce calls out as his jaw sets into a grim line, yellow glow lighting up his face as green eyes flecked with gold set onto Ubis Kadassa.
"Put your weapon down. You'll not survive much longer should you continue this path, and there's a chance for you to redeem yourself. You know this," the Tatooinian adds, flicking his free hand toward the left in a dismissive gesture, then flicking fingers toward the Nikto.
Something nearby rumbles, shudders, and flies toward the dark being--
And stops in its path, as Jayce's face twists suddenly in a modicum of obvious fear. He's overcome with it, eyes snapping shut, then opening; a step back; a step left; a step forward, and after staggering a moment he shakes his head a single time, blinking as if to clear his head.
"Enough of your trickery," he voices, although it's neither quite a threat, nor quite pleading. Somewhere in the middle.
Kalira makes another low sound of pain even as she is <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>d to retreat, one hand abruptly upraised to deflect a blaster bolt before she presses that same hand against her side, feeling the steady seep of blood now beneath the jacket she's wearing. Her eyes lift, sweeping over the struggling chaos, "I hate this," she says softly, "it's all so futile. So.. bloody futile," and watches as Jayce engages some other saber-wielding <FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>ant. She casts around for Gion and Jax'un, spotting Ashley all of a sudden and Senator Trask also 'hip deep' in the fight. She curls that same hand, now damp with the blood that's seeping from the wound at her side and aims seeks briefly to aid Jayce in his fight.
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Kalira calls upon the <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira hurls an armchair toward Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE- +QUICKPARRY with lightsaber - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: You move with enhanced speed.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa ignites her red lightsaber and tries to parry!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa hacks through Kalira's flying debris with her red lightsaber.
Catons' attention is halved as Nighthead draws closer. "Dejarik lady!?" He calls her by a crude nickname from memory, "What are you doing here? Get down!" He quickly warns, while bringing his blaster in closer to his body and squeezing off red hot laser.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's lethally accurate blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and kills one of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots at Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack but missing them.
El Ashley shouts, "Where are they?" Rushing toward Nar'lan and his guards and Caton, she cries, "I am needed! I am a medic!" She sinks down under Caton's arc of fire, scrambling closer. "Show me the bleeding wounds!"
Feist continues to blast away at the third group. "Pshaw, Gand, you stand there and watch for a while, I think we're A-OK!" he says cheerfully.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants III.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist shoots at Terrorist Servants III with his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack but missing them.
Gionarro leaps the serving table with a sidelong vault, moving impose blades into the way of the caterers drawing aim on Kalira.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro attacks Terrorist Servants III with his Czerka Retractable Claws!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro's Czerka Retractable Claws hits and wounds a member of Terrorist Servants III. Terrorist Servants III seems dismayed by the attack ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro dodges Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt.
A troubled shadow crosses over Terienn's brows as she can hear the fight among the <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> users dragging out uncomfortably. But she keeps concentrating on the thugs.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's well-aimed blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment tries to protect Terienn, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Nar'lan looks over towards Ashley and gives her a meek smile "Doctor Nighthead. Welcome to the soiree. I am sure you can find a wine bottle somewhere. Just hold it up in the air, a blaster bolt will open it for you. Canapees can be located all over the place on the floor and behind the evil chaps with guns. Excuse me one moment, another guest needs seeing to." With that Nar'lan leans around his tree to shoot at the guards.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants III!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants III and kills all of them. Terrorist Servants III seems dismayed by the attack ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants III fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants III's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him.
With things not going well for the band of evil terrorists they huddle together on the patio while Sous Chef rants within about the heathens and aliens with their weird idols. The remaining men fire at Terienn. Sadly the other group had all clustered around a barbeque, the tank of which has been set off by Nar'lan's blaster shot.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment shields Terienn from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
The red lightsaber slices through the air, trailing a humming sound and bits of exploding armchair in its wake.
"Oh, you don't need to concern yourself with me. I'm way past redemption." A honey-sweet tone trickles into the Nikto's voice. It smiles, cruelly, at Jayce's plights as tiny splinters from the sundered furtniture shower people in the nearby area. "Shouldn't you worry about everyone else getting hurt, rather than me? Look, your friends are bleeding."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You swing your red lightsaber at Jayce Sand's arms!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand parries Ubis Kadassa's red lightsaber with his yellow lightsaber.
Jayce Sand brings his weapon up; sparks fly, red and yellow making an orange burst of sunlight spray through the air.
"Put down your weapon, then, and let me tend to them," Jayce responds with a shifted jaw. He's bleeding, from his stomach, and arms, and his cybernetic fingers still short; sparks fly there, as well.
"You're at your end, Sith. You'll not disrupt /order/," he declares, biting on the last word with an odd vehemence before swinging his blade up and around in a fast arc toward Ubis' own hands.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand swings his yellow lightsaber at Ubis 
Kadassa's arms!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with weapon
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa parries Jayce Sand's yellow lightsaber with her red lightsaber.
"Great shot! I haven't seen something like that.. in.. well, ever!" The young, but experienced mercenary compliments of the senator. Caton breaks away from the cover now, leaving the medical work to Ashley. He's determined to finish off the last of the terrorists with a flurry of blaster bolts!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them. Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack and kills one of Terrorist Servants II.
Kalira continues to interfere. But from afar. Meddling with the duel between Jayce and the other <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT> user in a rather absent, weary, sort of way. IF nothing else, she's a nuisance. wait, that's typically what she is!
<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>: Kalira calls upon the <FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira hurls an armchair toward Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with your lightsaber - +<FONT COLOR=#33CC00>FORCE:</FONT>REPEL
Nighthead's face flushes and she mutters something to Nar'lan. It sounds suspiciously like, "Illogical Senator, get down! You are bleeding most severely, and it's absurd to think you can keep on fighting! Let me tape your intellect to your cerebral tissues long enough for mind and body to stay together!" She smirks a little. "I don't think many other doctors could do it!" she adds cockily. "Actually -- hah! Keep firing, I can fix you up anyway!" Her breath smells like rum.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa does not move, but Kalira's flying debris misses her and falls to the ground.
Gionarro twirls amongst the caterers, trying to present no clean shot in retaliation as he draws his claws along the wrist of one, tendons can be reattached, after all.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro attacks Terrorist Servants II with his Czerka Retractable Claws!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro's Czerka Retractable Claws hits and wounds a member of Terrorist Servants II. Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Feist continues killing the third group of terrorists, one after another. "Bam!" he says loudly with each shot.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist fires his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and kills one of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him..
Terienn coughs, wincing a bit from the soreness that's spreading through her body. She is no stranger to being under fire, though, and keeps shooting.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BVR-5X Handblaster at Terrorist 
Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment tries to protect Terienn, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Nar'lan seems pretty impressed with his shot and smiles over to Caton "Indeed. Sometimes senators can get things done." he then rubs at his leg where the blast bolt caught him, hissing. He squeezes a shot off towards the Caterers before he leans up against the tree and slips his blaster inside his pocket, wincing "I think I'm done now. It is never fun when the adrenaline wears off" his paws are shaking visably as he peers at Ashley "Are you ok doctor?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan fires his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and wounds a member of them.
Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Nar'lan!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Clan Nar'lan Bodyguards tries to protect Nar'lan, but not fast enough!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Sous Chef comes running out of the house just in time to catch a piece of flying barbeque in the thigh, caughing him to scream as the hunk of wood embeds in his thigh, jutting out. He puts his hands down as if to tug but doesn't and instead stumbles around screaming and going 'Argh! Aliens stabbed my leg!' and other such nonsense. The remaining three chaps, who are all leaning against things bleeding few off a smattering of shots towards Feist.
You command Terrorist Servants II to shoot Feist.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Feist!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Feist raises his BlasTech AD2 Custom Blaster Pistol to fire, but Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him. Feist collapses, critically injured..
Feist rather unexpectedly takes a shot in the groin, and being a fleshy sort of human, keels over, unable to do anything but start crying.
A reflected blaster bolt from Caton's successful attack almost hits Ubis. The Nikto swiftly steps back -- but now she is too far away to strike at Jayce.
Kalira's chair suddenly comes flying through the air!
Ubis waves a hand, and the furniture falls to the ground -- and lifts, and lifts! - until it is aimed in a deadly trajecory towards the young from Tatooine.
"And how will you stop me?" The alien laughs. "I can hurt anyone I want to." And with those words she starts wlking towards Terienn.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: You hurl a large painting at Jayce Sand!
Type +ABORT to abort your attack.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand tries to parry with his yellow lightsaber, but Ubis Kadassa's flying debris hits and seriously wounds him.
Blam.
Blood finally flies, and Jayce stumbles under the weight of the flying portrait-- a picture of a once-famous Bothuwai singer-turned-poet, a story tragic with an ending embroiled in the dangers of spice.
Jayce, however, gasps once and stumbles, staggering forward. He pursues, blurring as he was when he brought his lightsaber up to parry the painting-- this time, perhaps, more effectively as he swings toward the alien's legs.
"You'll /not/ pass here."
"I'm not okay," Ashley says solemnly. "I'm -great-. One of the best doctors ever." She takes out a scalpel. "Move a little closer to me," she says, "and let me see those wounds. You look kind of bad, but I can fix it." She leans close, evidently to begin on-the-spot diagnostic surgery.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ashley Nighthead attempts a surgical operation on Nar'lan ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: ... and Ashley Nighthead successfully treats Nar'lan's wounds.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Nar'lan puts away his Merr Sonn M2 Holdout Blaster.
Feist bleeds some on the floor. Apparently he got hit in the thigh, and the fellow holds his leg, making distressful noises.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Jayce Sand swings his yellow lightsaber at Ubis Kadassa's legs!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with weapon
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa parries Jayce Sand's yellow lightsaber with her red lightsaber.
Kalira had been slowly walking forward, rearranging furniture as she goes. And while holding the blade of her weapon pointed at the ground she draws near enough to Jayce to see the painting attacking Mr Sand. she has a fleeting memory of him in the block house upon Tatooine before she brushes the thought away and takes the blood slicked hand from her side and smiles faintly at Ubis, whose name she knows not. "Is this turning out how you'd planned?" she asks, ever so politely, the embodiment of politeness in fact, and before she plants one foot firmly against the ground and swings her blue blade towards the red one.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Kalira swings her blue lightsaber at Ubis Kadassa!
Defense options: +PASS - +DODGE - +PARRY with weapon
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Ubis Kadassa tries to parry with her red lightsaber, but Kalira's blue lightsaber hits and vivisects her. Ubis Kadassa collapses, critically injured.
"Take that, you amateurs! Next time use neural disruptors, and have an escape plan!" Caton cries, as he moves steadily forward upon the few remaining thugs. Hopefully with incoming fire and enemies coming closer, they would come to their senses and run. Or die.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton fires his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton's blaster bolt misses Terrorist Servants II.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Caton!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Caton shoots Terrorist Servants II with his BlasTech DL-50 Blaster Pistol, disrupting their attack and wounds a member of Terrorist Servants II.
A kneeling position is a bad place to be if someone holding a red lasersword is headed your way. Terienn shoves the wimpy pistol back into her holster and reaches to grab a rifle from one of the noncoms.
Gionarro strikes at another caterer, then sees the blue blade slicing out of the corner of his vision and turns to watch, costing his attention at perhaps a crucial moment.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn puts away her BVR-5X Handblaster.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro attacks Terrorist Servants II with his Czerka Retractable Claws!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro's Czerka Retractable Claws hits and wounds a member of Terrorist Servants II. Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Gionarro!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Gionarro tries to dodge, but Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds him.
Whew. Terienn shoots a very relieved look at Kalira, then aims her new far more studly rifle at the remaining thugs.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn wields her BlasTech SK-9 Heavy Repeater.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn fires her BlasTech SK-9 Heavy Repeater at Terrorist Servants II!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terienn's blaster bolt hits Terrorist Servants II and kills one of them. Screams of terror break out as Terrorist Servants II wavers on the brink of fleeing!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: Terrorist Servants II fire their SoroSuub CS1 Pulse Blasters at Terienn!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment shields Terienn from the attack!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT>: RG Detachment dodges Terrorist Servants II's blaster bolt.
Nar'lan lets Ashley do her thing, wincing as he grips his leg. Nar'lan then leans around the tree and coughs before using his comlink "Round up all the attackers left alive, especially that lightsaber using one. Take them underguard to the civil complex. I will deal with them there." The bothan leans back against the tree as the sounds of sirens flare up in the distance. Ah. Obviously the police finally realised all the shooting was a /bad/ thing.
With Sous Chef doing his leaping from leg to leg screaming move, and with the remaining chap slowly lifting his hands as he give in "Uhm. Mercy you freakish alien womps?", the battle appears to be over.
Ubis parries Jayce's strike with a bright - if raspy! - laugh. The alien lifts her saber to swing it at Terienn.
"You have this young man to thank for this," the Nikto informs Terienn, cruelly. "He..."
She turns - too late! - to parry Kalira's attack. The doctor's blue lightsaber strikes true, and the alien tumbles to the ground.
A claw sneaks out to press a bracelet on her wrist.
A horrible, screeching sound fills the plantation. A loud and shrill whistling at the edge of hearing that drives most of the Bothans to the ground. So much for sensitive ears!
The sound is swiftly followed by an armored person, carried by a jetpack. It speeds over the ground, dives to pick up the fallen form of Ubis, and flies away with the attacker.
Jayce Sand is still moving, though only by some inner strength.
He's reckless, even, with his movements toward the Nikto; it shows with wild slashes, and showed with violent strikes toward her legs and arms.
When Kalira's attack lands, Jayce finally stumbles. He stumbles /hard/, and stumbles fast, sinking to his left knee and letting out a pitiful mewling sound before biting his lip so hard it leaves a red mark, blood smearing against his teeth as the blood still leaks from the blaster wounds in his side.
"Headmistress. The Nikto. . ."
Oh, that Nikto is /right there/, too, but Jayce is too wounded to do anything more than kneel there. "You're under /arrest/," he says again, eyes on his attacker-- even if they're unfocused.
And then there's a burst of sound, of speed, of light, and Jayce's eyes close reflexively.
When they open, the dark form is gone.
OOC: I stopped logging here, but feel free to append! K.
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