2008-10-26 - Barfight on Oona & the Death of Vizuun

Oona: Saloon Bubble - Main Floor
This place is the hollowed out shell of a dome-shaped starship. Bulbous, with four bulbous protruberances at the doorway and around the sides of the building. The interior of the main room is broad, round and dark. Full of smoke as befits a bar, the main strange thing about it is that it has been converted from a spaceship. The ceiling is made up of wooden boards which have obviously been laid across the middle of the original spaceship dome; they are supported on thin, wood pillars. Tables are attached to these pillars, chairs surround the tables. 
This is the social center of the Oona settlement and consequently it is always full: junk dealers, strip miners, hunters, and everyone else with business on Oona will generally make frequent stops here. There is a stairway at the edge of the room, in one of the bubbles that leads to the second floor.
 Oona's saloon currently hosts a hodgepodge of spacers from throughout the galaxy. The planet's recent celebrations-turned-massacre attracted all manner of carpetbaggers and ne'er-do-wells looking to make a quick credit at the planet's expense.
One of these exploiters, a Rodian, sits at a table near the back of the spaceship-bar and drinks Corellian whiskey in between cigar puffs. His boots are propped on the table and he cotinually harrasses the barmaids.
 Walking in, looking rather tired, Chas makes his way to the bar and orders a whisky. While he waits he looks over the may different folks that have flocked to Oona. At last he spots Leex, pays for and takes his drink, and makes his way to the cigar smoking Rodian. "Well, why doesn't it surprise me to find you where the barmaids and the whisky flow?" Chas kids.
He takes a sip of his and grumbles a bit "Damn shield, got to land out in the desert now." 
 The Rodian chuckles; an abrupt, wheezing hack.
"Get a tan while you're out there, mate. You could use a little sun," says Leex Sleezo as he kicks a chair out for the man. He lifts his glass to keep from spilling his schnitz.
 Chas shakes his head with a grin and takes the seat "Hey, you know the Lady Karin Morrow, don't you?" He asks, takes a sip of the drink while looking at Leex over the rim.
 Leex Sleezo mutters something about 'wanting to kill someone' and 'not having enough to shoot' as he takes a long sip from his glass.
"Yeah, I know her.. she owes me a hundred k, mate," he replies, lips dour as they wrap around his cigar.
 His whisky is down and he orders two more, one for him and one for Leex. The barmaid, Chas is quick to see stays well away from Leex. Which clearly amuses him "I see you are in with the ladies as always..."
"A hundred K...that is steep....well the reason I ask. I got a holomessage from her asking where she might find Draven. You know, Lady Bellamy's right hand man. Now I don't know why she wants to know my self but...she is willing to pay. I have activated my network but I figured with both of ours working on it...I will split what ever I get paid with ya."
 "Split? I like the sound of that... let me take a quick look at my ship's scanners. I've got this great new Kreedon Freighter that has long range scanners with a remote access. Greatest buy I ever made."
Leex Sleezo takes the second drink and sips it noisily without thanking the man. He winks at the barmaid who turns and blushes after overhearing Chas.
"Some planet named Pacusi. He's on the spiral promenade in the Naash Capsule," replies the Rodian after a moment of slow finger flicking and fumbling with the remote mechanism. Leex Sleezo is far from being considered technically savvy.
 Chas grins and nods "Great, thanks." The new drinks arrive and Chas puts the credits into the pocket of the maid who giggles. A sip then after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand "Oh, didn't tell ya. Shot that Jedi wanna-be in the head yesterday. You know him, the insane one...shoot what is his name again...Fiero, yea that's it."
 Magnus comes into the bar, looking angry and annoyed at various things. He coughs a bit and some of the crowd parts for him. He cracks his knuckles and orders a Firestarter from the barkeep, who seems to be happy about all the newcomers. But then he glances at the others and catches word from Chas about shooting a jedi, and the green eyes narrow as he looks at him.
 "Yeah? Best news I heard all day," snickers the Rodian. "He tossed a banking machine at me with his little tricky powers, but I did him a favor and reshaped his ear with my blaster. Glad to hear you had some success too."
Leex Sleezo, ever the perceptive critter, catches Magnus's reaction to the tracker's report. Grinning smarmily he instructs the barmaid with a pile of credits and a slap on the rear to serve whiskey to the entire bar.
"To congratulate me mate on putting one in that little rat's head!" cries Leex Sleezo, lifting his glass.
 Chas has his back to the door as he sips his drink with Leex so the new comers he doesn't spot. With a shrug "Yea, well everyone was telling him to stop, even the Jedi Graham and Lady Bellamy. I warned him if he didn't I would shot. Guess he didn't take my words serious." Again a shrug and a smile.
 The doors bang open to admit the stocky form of the mercenary known to some as Vizuun. With a blade on his side and a pike strapped across the back, the Nikto enters the saloon and stalks straight toward the bar and orders a drink without bothering to take a look around at who else might be in the room.
 Magnus drinks his Firestarter in one big gulp. The foam remaining on his beard for a moment before his arm comes up and wipes it away with his sleeve, "Typical, treasure hunters and opportunists..." he mutters and then calls out, "So you guys know who called off the air strike that would've put those new clones in the grave?"
Jai enters through the main doors. Main Street is visible for a moment, then doors swing shut.
The sound of dragging feet might call some attention to a somberly robed figure, as it leads itself to the bar counter. There, after a quiet mutter to the 'tender, it sits at a stool, and a drink is pushed towards it. The individual stares at the beverage, and does not much else.
 The Rodian continues to down whiskeys and shrugs at Chas's report.
"Serves him right," he says, flicking his head at Vizuun in greeting.
 A dreadlocked human slinks into the place, one gloved hand resting protectively over his tummy. He slips through the crowd, slowly making his way to an out of the way corner where he can sit down and rest.
 
 Perhaps some Tuskens aren't quite so savage after all. Or at least figure out how to get off of Tusken. Then again, some theorize Tuskens are just a savage human tribe. So someone dressed like one might not be such a big deal anyways as a figure slips in with a gaffi stick being used almost as a cane.
 Now the folks that have entered are seen by Chas. He looks at each one in turn and shrugs. Taking a sip of his drink again he looks first at Leex "Gee, don't know who he would be talking about, Treasure Hunters and opportunists..." and he laughs "Maybe," Chas starts as he looks at Magnus "It was one of the 100 innocents that were stuck in the area that was also gonna be wiped out along with a few clones. Doesn't sit well with folks to get killed while trying to defend a planet from one of the so called good guys. But then, if you can only fight from a ship...guess it doesn't matter much who gets shot up."
Chas turns back to Leex and sips his drink "And thanks for the info. As soon as I get what is coming will transfer the funds to you."
 Magnus levels a glare at Chas, "Thought so. Just so you're aware... the bombings will go through without warning next time. Well... I suppose this IS your warning... well... but you wont' get another warning!"
 
 When his drink arrives, Vizuun snatches it up in a metallic hand and finally turns to have a look around. He returns the Rodian's greeting with a slow nod and then lets his eyes slide over the others already inside as well as the newcomers coming in. Jai and Chas are given quick looks as if he recognizes them and the Tusken earns a curious inspection.
 Dagon stands up after a reflective moment, pushing its drink to the Tuskan, turning in order to drag itself toward the exit. A cold hand holds the doors open, and, passing a beat, it slips out to the street.
 
 The tusken looks back and forth for some strange reason, then down at the drink that is suddenly on the ground too. It's hand raising to adjust the goggles, and then looking back towards the drink for a moment. There's even a faint shudder for a moment. Oona too cold, perhaps?
 The Rodian nods to Chas, his mind clearly elsewhere. He continues to exchange his drink for his cigar at random, big, black eyes skipping over each new patron.
The bar is busy today!
 Chas props an arm on his chair "Look here," he begins as he looks at the fella "how about me tell the Lady Bellamy, who has asked me to be here as I am working this for her, that I tell her how some spacer wants to kill the innocents of Oona. Much like the clones. Tell me, if you are so brave, what be your name so I get it right when I give her the report?"
It seems that Chas doesn't wait for an answer as he looks back to Leex "Damn, hate it when one comes for a friendly drink, a nice chat and then have to put up with this. I have things to do and clearly a report to send out."
He downs the rest of his drink and it is then that he spots Vizuun. Clearly a pause as he looks the fellow over and the blade that hangs on his side. A shrug and then he stands "Besides, I have to send out that other bit of information you got me as well. Come see me, need to talk to you later."
When Chas turns around, the Rodian chuckles darkly, pulls out one of the blasters at his waist, and tosses it on the table next to his propped legs.
*CLANK*
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You wield your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 Magnus laughs at Chas. Yes, directly at Chas, "Tell her it's her pilot Magnus that's passing on word of her orders. I suppose maybe she doesn't want you to know the orders so much. Course, you think you know a bit much, eh? I command squadrons of Black Snubfighters. Best damn pilot they've ever had, that's for damn sure."
 The dreadlocked human aquires an empty seat near the back of the bar. He motions at a passing barmaid. "Twenty Corellian whiskeys, six Weequay Rum and a cup of tea, please."
 "Yea, well, what ever. Be some damn hot shot pilot but down here on the ground. I don't see much. Not much at all actually." He gives Leex a grin and a wink "Owe you another it seems, thanks buddy."
As he leaves the table, his walk is slow and steady, his hand falls to his side at his blaster then he stops and turns "Unless you care to see how good you are on the ground?"
 
 The tusken takes the drink then, continuing to study it for a bit, then taking a sip from it before looking around. The short figure then takes a deep breath before taking another, longer sip. Then watching Magnus and the others.
 Vizuun's attention turns to the conversation between Chas and Magnus and he grunts loudly as he overhears what they're talking about. "Eh, blast 'em all to hell, for all I care! Burn the damn planet to a crisp!" He raises his drink as if he's saluting and then takes a big gulp of the dark green liquid inside.
 Leex Sleezo deftly snatches one of Jai's whiskeys as the barmaid passes by on delivery. He spins his blaster on the table by its trigger guard and makes shooting motions at Magnus with his free hand.
"Khaow, khaow," he mouths.
 Magnus glances toward the strange Rodian making fingers at him and smirks, "Fancy handwork... you want me to buy you your next drink, maybe? I don't take to those whining about their lot in life. Life sucks, and then you die. Better to go out with the throttle full tilt."
 Chas laughs "Yea, didn't think so, just as I figured...anyway," he turns his attention to his Rodian friend "come see me later, Leex, got something to tell ya. Kinda important too." And with that Chas turns and heads on out of the bar, his steps measured and steady, but a laugh left in his wake.
 Magnus looks over at Chas, "What kind of ship you fly, just for future reference."
 
 Hawk eyes zeroing in on the platter, Jai doesn't miss the drink being picked up. Wincing, he hauls himself to his feet. "Drink t'ief!" he roars from across the room. "Get yer filthy sucker off my drink! I paid for it!" No he didn't. "Give it 'ere, one time!"
 Leex Sleezo, upon Magnus's suggestion, points at the most expensive bottle on the bartender's shelf: An overpriced cask of Trandoshani Rum that dates to the pre-Republic era. "Sure," he says. "I want that one."
Without looking, the Rodian picks up his blaster from the table and fires over his shoulder into the crowd, in the general direction of Jai.
BAZZZZZZAT
Leex Sleezo plops the smoking weapon back onto the tabletop, waves at Chas as he makes to leave, and cooly finishes Jai's whiskey.
 Chas doesn't answer and only gives a wave before the door closes behind him.
 
 And, standing, the drink finished. Or at least mostly done it seems. The gaffi stick picked back up as she begins to make her way towards the door as well. Apparently the drink being the only thing she was up for.
 Dubbling himself over on the table for fear of his life as the blaster bolt comes flying in, Jai lets loose a string of curses unfit to be printed lest the screen burst into flames. When all is safe his drinks have arrived. Still, he takes a moment to shake a fist at the Rodian before slipping back down into his seat.
 The Nikto chuckles as Chas opts to ignore Magnus' question. He jumps and drops a hand to the sword's hilt as Leex fires a shot across the room, but calms when he sees nothing comes from it. Shaking his head, he moves over to the Rodian. "Leex, hows it goin, eh? Haven't seen you in awhile."
 Magnus folds his arms, "5,000 credits to anyone that can give me the make and model and callsign of that fellow's ship..." he lets a grin spread across his face as he says it.
 "Can't complain," replies the Rodian, kicking a chair to one side for Vizuun to occupy. He taps his fingers on the table, clearly waiting for something.
"Hey! Where's my drink?" he shouts at Magnus.
 Magnus glares at the Rodian, "Ask the friggen waitress! I said I'd pay for it, not be your butler. You wanna tell me your ship? Maybe I'll have it delivered to you."
 Vizuun turns his head to Magnus. "Five thousand? Phfaw! I can make that any given day for doin less work! Go up on yer offer and you might get someone's attention, eh?" He turns back to Leex and nods. "I hear there's been some action out here. Anything a guy like me can get himself in on?"
 Meanwhile, Jai knocks back drink after drink, some of it going down his throat, an some spilling on his face and clothes and table and the floor and the seat.
 "Eh? You want action, Viz? I got some action for ya," the Rodian says, slipping a second blaster from his boot and aiming it and the first at Magnus's feet. Each discharges multiple bolts.
GZZAT GZZAT GZZAT
"Now I'm gonna let you -dance- while you fetch me my drink, cheshka! You best check that lip at the door next time you come talkin to Leex Sleezo!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Magnus's legs!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Magnus tries to dodge, but Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and shreds his leg.
 Magnus shrugs his shoulder, "Then go make it-" but then the blaster bolts come and do some pretty bad damage to the pilot. He lets out a stream of curses. Hitting the ground and grabbing his comsys.
<FONT COLOR=#FBB917>COMSYS:</FONT> (single channel) Magnus says, "Lady Mediator! It's Magnus under fire in the Saloon! A Rodian named Lex Sleezo just opened fire! I'm taking cover behind the bar! Send him now!"
 Vizuun slams back his drink and laughs. "Now we're talkin!" he growls while yanking the blade out of the sheath at his side. However he frowns slightly when Magnus hits the ground. "Oh come on, Leex! What'd you go an' do that for? Now what am I supposed to do, eh?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun wields his Pale Crysblade.
 Ignoring the blaster shots and cries from the front, Jai continues to guzzle down one drink after the other until he can't see straight and his stomach threatens to evict the liqourness.
 The Rodian kicks over his table and jumps to his feet, both blasters smoking. Glass crunches under his boots as he stalks toward the prone Magnus and reaches for the man's hair.
"Call off the guns, or... I'll call you off," he says with a slick grin. Leex Sleezo's blaster hovers inches from Magnus's nose.
 Magnus seems to have been waiting for the rodian to get nearer. The pilot has in his clutches a very nice bottle of Firestarter whiskey. It's not particularly flamable, but boy does it sting going down! Or coming up! Magnus swings the bottle and hurls it directly at Leex Sleezo. He's already moving, though. Not waiting for the bottle to hit or miss. He takes a run toward the main bubble exit and dives out of it. His actions seem to have caused enough of a disruption in the bar to cover him as he makes his escape!
ESCAPE: Magnus escapes from the area!
 Vizuun moves to stand near the door so that anyone entering might walk right past him. Easier to stick his blade in their back, that way. "You sure he's got any pull? Maybe he's just yellin into his comlink! Maybe its his white-haired grandmother on the other end, eh?"
 The Rodian squeals and begins firing his blasters into the air as the bottle smashes into his face. Glass showers around him and into everyone's drinks- including Jai's! He bleeds like a stuck pig and cups his face.
"I'm going to murder that cheshka. And it.. won't.. be.. fast."
 Vizuun ducks out of the way as blasterbolts go flying around the room. "Quit shootin' before you hit me!" he yells, moving away from the door when its clear that no one is coming to the human's aid. How Magnus managed to get out in the first place is enough to surprise the Nikto. Maybe he shouldn't have downed that drink so fast.
 
 "Void suck it, schoota!" Jai roars, trying to cover up his drinks and only managing to knock them over. "My drinks!" He howls, clearly in pain.
His head raises, angry eyes searching for the cause of this.
Effie enters through the main doors. Main Street is visible for a moment, then doors swing shut.
Anneke enters through the main doors. Main Street is visible for a moment, then doors swing shut.
Effie's Attack Servants enters through the main doors. Main Street is visible for a moment, then doors swing shut.
 The Rodian calms down and manages to tuck his blasters back into their holsters. He gingerly dabs at his bloodied face with his shirt and occasionally his fingers, shaking the latter every so often and flecking ichor on the cantina floor.
"Murder that cheshka. Gonna MURDER that cheshka!" he yells, bending his head over so he can drip into a pitcher.
Leex Sleezo is also sufficiently drunk to boot.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You put away your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 
 Chas enters the bar, blaster in hand but stops short just inside the door, looking around the bar. Eyes narrow till he spots Leex "That your blood or?"
 Vizuun glances at the door and lowers his weapon, but he doesn't yet slide it back into its sheath. He makes his way across the room in order to get another drink from the bar. "He shouldn't be too hard to find. Said he was a part of the Black fleet or somethin, didn't he? If he won't lyin, I think maybe he won't be too far from here."
 The door opens, and five men in elegant black uniforms glide in through the door, followed by five more, and then five more. They move out of step, their boots clicking and the floorboards creaking; and then a lady in a blue robe steps out of their midst, hands on her hips.
 
 Following in with the blue robed lady, and the men in the uniforms, comes the Tusken Raider again. Just as before using her gaffi stick as a cane of sort - though not really using it to support herself either, just to occuppy her hands.
 Glass scattered around his table and spilt liqourness dripping from the edges, Jai staggers forward, glaring angrily at the Rodian. "Schoota! Is you mess up my drinks!?"
 Bleary-eyed, the Rodian peeks up through rivulets of blood and staggers toward Jai's table, ignoring the recent entries and continuing to cup his face.
"Gimme a drink," he says, pointing at one of the man's remaining glasses.
 Seeing that what ever occurred has already happened and nothing more seems to be, Chas puts his own blaster back in his holster as well before crossing his arms across his chest. He says nothing more, stepping clear of the troops and the Lady Bellamy.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas puts away his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 
 Vizuun turns his attention back to the door and watches over the rim of his newly-acquired glass as the men and the lady enter the saloon. Before he can make any kind of comment about the recent turn of events, the Rodian moves across the room and demands a drink. "Here we go again." he mutters to himself.
 "I'll give you a drink.." Jai mutters scooping up some of the crushed glass from the table and hurling it at the Rodian. "Drink that, stubby!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai lashes out at Leex Sleezo with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo tries to block, but Jai hits and mildly wounds him..
 Lady Bellamy glances around the room. "The first element of diplomacy is information-gathering, Anneke," she says sternly. "Begin. Discover what happened here, follow your instincts, and be brave and bold. You must seek the truth."
 The Tusken's hand suddenly holds out. And the cup stops in the air. "No." Comes the sound of it. And the cup then just drops to the ground. "Don't." Her voice calm. "You need..." And then Jai adds in a punch! "Stop!" She makes her way in and tries to get between the two. "There's walking dead and their... things here. Fight them, not each other."
 Being an acquaintance of both Leex and Jai, Vizuun opts to stay out of the altercation for the moment. However the newcomers are given a hard glare. If they decided to get involved, it would be up to him to keep the fight fair. Imagine that..the Nikto making sure a fight was fair! Of course, then the Tusken holds up her hand and stops the cup in mid-air. He'd never heard of Tusken Jedi, but he didn't know everything. Keeping a wary eye on her, Vizuun flexes his fingers around his crysblade's hilt and waits.
 Leex Sleezo ducks, trying to avoid the glass, but it miraculously drops to the ground by itself. His brow arches (while he's producing two blasters, of course), and he considers the Tusken raider now stepping between he and Jai. The Rodian, however, shrugs and shoves his pistols on either side of the slender creature, pulling each trigger.
GZZZAT GZZZZAT
The Rodian bleeds a little on the Tusken raider.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You wield your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Jai!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai tries to dodge, but Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds him.
 Effie is smiling faintly, watching Anneke's attempt to defuse the tense situation go sour as the Rodian opens fire with twin blasters. She shakes her head.
 
 "Stop." Anneke says, stepping back from the Rodian and waving her hand, attempting the Mind Trick, it seems. Her other hand tightening around the gaffi stick she holds, though. But then she winces as she hears Jai's body, thud. "It's not worth it. This man could have saved your life in the fighting to come. He is not your enemy."
 Deeply suprised as the scattered glass does not make contact with its target, Jai decideds to help things along by slugging the Rodian. Reveling in the feel of his fist connecting with flesh, and drunk out of his mind, he moves too slow to avoid the blaster shot and ends up sprawled on his side, his stitches busted, and seeping blood once more.
Glaring at the Rodian from his prone position, Jai's foot suddenly lashes out, attempting to knock the Rodian's feet out from under and him and send him crashing to the ground.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai lashes out at Leex Sleezo's legs with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo shoots Jai with his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol, disrupting his attack and seriously wounds Jai.
 
 Chas stands off to the side, arms crossed over his chest as the fighting seems to go on with the twin blaster fire of Leex. He grimaces as he sees the dreadlocked figure take the hits.
 
 "Jai. Stop!" Anneke tries to call out.
 A funny thing happens to Leex Sleezo: as the Tusken raider commands him to stop with a little help from her finger, he, well, feels like stopping! For a moment he glances down at his blaster, wondering why he had it out in the first place, when suddenly Jai's incoming feet remind him.
GZZZZAT
The Rodian fires quickly, hoping to flay the man's ankle before it can connect with his.
GZZZAT GZZZAT
He follows the reflexive shot with two more from each hand at the man on the ground, a sickly grin spreading on his bloodied face. He steps to one side of the Tusken raider, ignoring it.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Jai!<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and lightly wounds Jai.
 
 Vizuun also continues to stand off to the side, doing his best to keep up with the fight and keep an eye on the other beings in the room. A black-toothed smile seems blastered on the Nikto's face as he watches the fight. Now thats entertainment!
 But apparently the Tusken's imploration is too late, and the Rodian's shots aren't stopping. That's when she takes another step back and takes another deep breath. "Stop!" She calls out again, "It's over." And then reaches out, making an attempt to get the pistol.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anneke tries to rip Leex Sleezo's Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol out of his hands!<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo firmly holds his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 Euphemia looks stern, watching the developing encounter with narrowing eyes. She watches the Rodian and the human tangle fiercely, her golden eyes cool and measuring, though she seems to tense slightly seeing Anneke caught up increasingly in the middle.
 Natalia slips into the saloon just in time.. lately.. her timing is impeccable for blaster-fire and scuffles. A brow lifts and she watches for a moment then seeing Chas, moves in his direction. She slips up quietly at his side, "Does anyone talk anymore or is it all blasters and fists?"
 Chas smiles yet kind of moves to protect Natalia as she arrives. "Oh, this is just the carry over from earlier I think. But, who knows it should prove interesting. Though if I were the one in the middle, trying to stop it, I would be getting myself out of there."
 Body jerking around on the floor like a paper wrapped thingy filled with candy, Jai seems to be getting closer and closer to his end as more blasters are pumped into his body.
 Leex Sleezo lurches forward as his blasters suddenly don't want to be held anymore. He grips them tighter, looks confused and shrugs as he moves toward Jai to finish the job.
But what's this? The Tusken raider is in his way again! "Back off," warns the Rodian between his teeth. His pistols now point at her kidneys.
 Vizuun shakes his head as the fight seems to come to an end. "C'mon! You boys could've done better than that, eh! I've seen aged Hutts fight longer an' harder than that!" With a grunt he turns his head to the side and spits on the floor. When Leex aims his blasters at the Tusken, Vizuun's smile grows wider. "There you go! Crisp the Tusken an' finish the job!"
 
 The Tusken starts to step back then, taking deep, deep breaths. "You've already won. It's over." She says, continuing backwards. But staying between the guns and Jai. "Please, it's not worth it. It really isn't worth it." More deep, increasingly rapid breaths.
 Euphemia's golden eyes narrow decisively, and her right hand rises forward, the delicate white flesh seeming soft and vulnerable in the dark--until a white cylinder arcs away from her belt into her hand, and, with a hiss, a white blade shimmers forth, filling the chamber in a flickering light.
"Your little maneuver on Kuat rather tickled my fancy," Effie says in a voice that cuts through the sounds of struggle. 
"If anything happened to you, I'd be displeased for almost sixty seconds. Shoot that 'Tusken' and I will suffer those sixty seconds."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie ignites her white lightsaber.
 
 Natalia nods to Chas and sort of peeks around from his side, watching, eyes falling to the emerging lightsaber. "Hmmm.." she murmurs.
 
 Vizuun growls at the sound of the lightsaber igniting and turns to Effie. "Ey toots, stay out of this 'fore you get yerself hurt." Apparently he doesn't seem to recognize the woman. His crysblade comes up again and his grip is firm.
 
 Chas lowers his head and whispers to Natalai, all the while his eyes go from the so called Tsuken raider and Leex and Chas....lastly on to Effie.
Chas whispers to Natalia.
 Euphemia only smiles, raising the white weapon, its light shimmering on her pale, pretty face, dominated by those cool, calculating eyes, and waits--her eyes on Leex and Anneke.
 Leex Sleezo stands a bloodied mess, gloating over Jai. Cocky and ever the one to show off, he spins his blasters clockwise, grips them, one inverted, the other not, then spins them counterclockwise. One now points at the man on the ground, the other at the Tusken raider.
"Oh, I hate Jedi," snarls the Rodian. The blaster pointed at Jai now trains on the woman with the lightsaber. "How about we keep this fight fair, eh? I don't want to have to kill three people before I've even gotten to my Trandoshani Rum.
The Rodian's eyes dart to the door as a dark shape flits inside. He grins wryly.
 As no more blasters are hitting his body, Jai begins crawling away, leaving a dark red trail of blood behind him as he pulls himself to a nearby chair and then hauls himself back to his feet. His own breathing comes in shuddered gasps between clenched teeth. Blood soaks his shirt.
"If me wasn't still hurtin' from de other day, I'da put you down, sucker." He spits, literally, adding nice red spittle to the mix. "Just you wait till I get fixed up, I guld shove them blasters, both of dem, right down your throat! You take it to the bank." He raises a trembling finger to point at Leex as the golden eyed lady suddenly pulls a blade from nowhere. "I will /kill/ you."
 
 "Ain't no need to kill anyone." Anneke says back to the Rodian. "No need for anyone to. The ones you're supposed to be killing." A heartbeats pause, then, "Well, killing again, are out there. Save your energy for that. Then worry about stupid grudges." Then, suddenly, she shudders as she senses Jai. "Jai... no... You didn't?"
 "I don't take bein' ignored too good, honey." Vizuun croaks, his eyes locked on Effie. When Leex speaks up, the Nikto grins again. "I say we show the Jedi some manners, eh? Ain't right to go bargin in, waving yer glowy sticks around while givin orders." His attention turns back to Effie. "How 'bout it, Jedi? Maybe you wanna go wave yer stick around somewhere else, eh?"
 "How about you do what clever people do," Effie says with narrowed eyes, her blade pointing at Leex, "and take this fight somewhere where it won't irritate me. Make it a fair fight. You can have your little duel after I've finished with Oona--you can have it in the Halidome on Paxo, in front of cheering crowds. But not here, not now--not when it gets in my way."
She lowers her blade, nodding to her black-clad servants. "Seal the doors."
Effie's Attack Servants begin guarding Out.
 
 As the attention turns to Effie he shakes his head and his blaster comes to his hand "Now, we don't need to be doing this." He motions Natalia to stand back and he moves to stand with Effie.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas wields his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 Natalia blinks at Chas then steps back, shaking her head a bit, eyes trailing over the bar interior, a glance to the guards who now block the door. She settles at the fringes of the crowd, folding her hands before her.
 
 Jai sways on his feet, feeling suddenly light headed. His hand that isn't pointing at Leex grips the table, hard. His dark eyes flicker towards the Tusken, a frown crossing his face, as the being speaks his name.
 Effie's golden eyes flicker to Vizuun, then return to Leex. Her small, faint smile hasn't faded.
 Rodian's hate being taunted, and Leex Sleezo is about as far as you can get from being an exception to the rule.
"Let me shut that flap for you, cheshka," rings the high-pitched Rodian. As Jai struggles into a chair, Leex Sleezo stalks toward him, blasters outstretched and fires two bolts at his chest.
GZZZAT GZZZAT
"Stay down, you little rat," he says, face illumined by the red glare of his discharging weapon. For the moment he ignores the others.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Jai!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 Kalira slips into what is, from what she understands, the social center of the Oona settlement. Or, rather, would normally be, she guesses. With her droid trundling along behind her (mostly, that is, as the droid has a tendency to wander off if not under constant supervision) and the group of medics she'd brought along, Kalira is making her way towards where she hears voices up ahead.
 Vizuun chuckles as Chas raises his blaster. "Look Leex. We got us a fair fight now." he says, giving his weapon a quick twirl. His eyes glance to the guards as they move to follow the woman's orders. "Guess we gotta find our own way out, anyway." He pauses for a moment but when Leex fires his blaster, Vizuun takes it as the que to attack and he leaps forward; swinging his blade wildly at Effie.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun attacks Effie with his Pale Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie tries to parry with her white lightsaber, but Vizuun's Pale Crysblade vivisects her, destroying Effie's Robe Of Sea Mist.
 As the one called Vizuun attacks Effie, Chas does not wait. He brings his pistol up and aims. The trigger is pulled and he fires his weapon.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun dodges Chas's blaster bolt.
 
 Anneke, or, the Tusken takes another deep breath. She doesn't make any attempts to fight though. "Stop it!" She calls, again. Pleading. Stepping back, and noticing what is happening to Effie as well. Things... aren't going too well right now. Not well at all. The Gaffi is held even tighter now. But she isn't making any offensive movements.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anneke wields her Gaffi Stick.
 As the Rodian shoots at him, Jai leaps forward, dodging under the blasters, and scrambling forward to get behind the being. His hand stretches out, reaching for any nearby object, then flings backwards towards the Rodian. "Die, suckerfingers!"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai lashes out at Leex Sleezo with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo shoots Jai with his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol, disrupting his attack and moderately wounds Jai.
 The blade glides through Effie's robe, slicing it from her body as it sinks into her side. Her face is calm, pale, and faintly mocking as she sags back away from the blade, making a motion with the weapon like a conductor's baton more than a sword, the flick to push back her attacker being taken by her guards as a sign to open fire, which they do with cold indifference, their disruptor repeaters training on him and blazing to life.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie swings her white lightsaber at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to parry with his Pale Crysblade, but Effie's white lightsaber hits and mauls him.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie's Attack Servants fire their Merr Sonn DX1 Disruptor Repeaters at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun dodges Effie's Attack Servants's blaster bolt.
 Zrasssk lurches from the shadows of the saloon's perimeter. This hulking Trandoshan warrior looks rather irritated with this entire situation, brow twisted into a confused knot. His red eyes linger on Effie for several seconds after she is struck and wounded, then dart to Vizuun, Jai, and Leex Sleezo. It's almost as if he's computing the odds in his head -- But he doesnt have enough time! He rushes towards Vizuun. "Zrasssk needs lady alive! Fists only!" the warrior doesnt seem particularly angry, even as he throws a series of punches at the Nikto to try and disarm him.
Zrasssk slips out of hiding.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk lashes out at Vizuun with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to dodge, but Zrasssk hits and moderately wounds him.
 
 Kalira doesn't move far before she hears what had been a dialogue of some sort turn into a fight instead. She pauses near one of the tables attached to the pillars that support the ceiling dome, one hand resting on the medkit at her side as her medics fan out around her, taking similar positions, all ready.
 The Rodian skitters to one side as chaos erupts in the cantina. Blaster bolts whirr by, a lightsaber hums and someone, by the sounds of things, is throwing a bladed weapon around like it's their job. With Leex Sleezo sufficiently drunk, the critter couldn't be happier.
GZZZAT
He fires quickly at Jai as his fists come dangerously close to his head. Two more rounds are headed the man's way as Leex Sleezo bares down on him, staggering a little.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Jai!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai tries to dodge, but Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him.
 
 Yoruba and Kavra enter this bar. At the sight of a bar-fight in process, the Hutt pulls his female close and darts, rather quickly for a Hutt, towards the side away from the exit. "Ho ho ho! Desert Spring, stay close. You are an investment I would hate to lose."
 The Hutt's concubine, Kavra, moves quickly after the fat slug, graceful even on her naked feet in the tavern.
 The key to fighting Jedi, as far as Vizuun is concerned, is to go in strong and don't let up until its over. And thats exactly what he's doing. Chas' blasterbolt barely registers with the Nikto as it goes flying past him; narrowly missing impacting against Vizuun's shoulder. Unfortunately the Jedi seems to be just a bit faster than the Nikto was expecting and he's unable to get his blade up quick enough to block the lightsaber. "YOW!" he yells as the burning white blade cuts into his chest. Ducking down to press his free hand against the wound makes him a harder target for the guards to hit and indeed their shots go by without hitting him.
"Yer gonna pay for that one, Jedi!" he growls, rising and bringing his weapon up in an uppercut aimed at the woman's midsection. Unfortunately another attack comes out of nowhere and Vizuun is unable to get out of the way as the Trandoshan whacks him with his fists.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun attacks Effie with his Pale Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie tries to parry with her white lightsaber, but Vizuun's Pale Crysblade shreds her. Effie collapses, critically injured.
 Natalia keeps her perch where she is, watching the chaos erupt once more. A sabre slices, blasters fire, loud voices, fists, the entire area seeming to boil with violence. She turns and smiles, hearing a few yelps from other patrons and she moves to usher them behind the bar, "Stray bolts.." she warns. One man's arm leaks blood and Natalia sits down beside him, opening her satchel to start cleaning up and bandaging his wound.
 Kalira moves forward instinctively as she sees Effie wounded by Vizuun's attack, starting to make her way around the chairs and tables, mindful to NOT get in the way of Effie' s guards or the other combatants, but move forward she does anyway.
 Chas has already started moving as his fire at the Nikto misses. Never one to stand still and make a better target, he dodges the lightsaber and the flying debris all the while his pistol is kept on the one that would attack Effie.
But the attacker comes again and he sees Effie go down. Anger flares in the man's eyes and he takes another shot at the Nikto, aimed to disarm the fellow.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Vizuun's arms!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to dodge, but Chas's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds his arm.
 Euphemia, half-naked, generous breasts thankfully covered by the unbound flow of her golden hair, is again stabbed through the body with the crysblade. Her eyes widen with surprise, and blood comes out of her mouth. "So it was you--" she hisses, sagging back off the weapon. 
Euphemia's Attack Servants flow forward, their heavy black blasters pointed at Vizuun from three of four sides, their guns blazing.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie's Attack Servants fire their Merr Sonn DX1 Disruptor Repeaters at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun dodges Effie's Attack Servants's blaster bolt.
 More blasters plunge into Jai, burning his clothes and only liquid courage keeps him from falling to the ground. Leaving off attacking, Jai heads for the stairs at the back of the building, trying to get away from the Rodian and his blasters of death.
Blood dribbles from his over soaked clothes and his feet fall with heavy thuds.
Yoruba whispers to Kavra.
Kavra whispers to Yoruba.
 Smoke, dust and broken glass billow throughout the cantina. Random blaster bolts part the mist here and there and it's nearly impossible to see where they're coming from.
Leex Sleezo keeps on Jai's heels- his dreadlocks are easy enough to follow, even through the blood smeared on the Rodian's face. Glass still pocks and scars his features from Magnus's earlier antics.
GZZZZAT GZZZZZAT
Leex Sleezo fires at the back of Jai's retreating head. "Not today, cheshka! Let me fix that hair for ya!" he yells, clearly drunk.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Jai's head!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Jai dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 
 Yoruba plants himself against a wall as the others go at it with blades and bolts and flames. "Ho ho ho. That blonde one who just fell, she would make a nice addition to the harem, don't you think, Desert Spring?" The Hutt glances at Kavra.
 The chained Kavra looks to the side, dark eyes gliding assessingly over Effie's fallen form. She nods. "Yes, your Huttness," she answers, simply. "She would."
 The Trandoshan warrior continues his assault on Vizuun even as Effie is cut down and incapacitated - A sight that seems to bring a bit more determination to his actions. "X'rsss'rt z'rosh k'rsshi val!" he hisses, forked tongue flickering out and across his scaled lips. Blaster bolts fly in all directions but he seems focused solely on disabling Vizuun's attacks on Effie. A series of punches and knee strikes are attempted against the crysblade wielding Nikto!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk lashes out at Vizuun with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to dodge, but Zrasssk hits and moderately wounds him.
Yoruba whispers to Kavra.
 Effie lies on the ground, blood slowly pooling around her, a pale white shape surrounded increasingly by black-clad Attack Servants, whose grim speed says more about their anger and determination than anything else as they press forward, trying to surround their mistress and keep her safe from further injuries.
Euphemia herself is looking up at the ceiling with wide golden eyes, apparently seeing something there that no one else can see.
 
 The Tusken (Anneke) is standing back, just in time to notice Effie's going down. "Lady Bellamy! No!" She gasps, and continues to back until she can get behind some cover. She continues to take further, deep breaths. Trying to keep herself calm. But she's not fighting anymore. And her goggled eyes even fall on Kavra, and the Hutt holding her too. "Oh no..." She murmurs.
 The tanned woman, whose neck shackle leads to Yoruba, gets down on her hands and knees and slowly makes her way towards Effie. Kavra makes an attempt at crawing past the Attack Servants' legs and wrap her arms around the fallen woman.
 Using his dreadlocks in a rare and obscure art known as dread dodging, Jai hurls himself into a forward roll as he hears the blaster going off behind him, coming up, safe. He continues running for the stairs, though he spares enough strength from that to throw a curse over his shoulder at the Rodian. "Schoota! Learn to shoot straight 'for you blast off something you need!"
 
 One of the Huge bodyguards notices a disturbance in the force, he notices Effie and Kalira is in danger, he charges forward to the Saloon Bubble, Main Floor, he is moving aggressively, he crashes some glasses as he enters forcingly, he notices Effie is lying there unconscious, he notices Vizuun, he is clear of his target, "So we meet again, Vizuun." he says and takes out his blade...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal wields his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade.
 
 With the Jedi out of the picture, Vizuun is free to turn his attention elsewhere. But who to deal with next? Chas shot at him, but he missed. The same was true for Effie's guards. The Trandoshan! Vizuun knew that being and they were supposed to be working together! "You bloody....you damned dirty...lizard-breath!" he growls, lunging forward with the intent to stab Zrasssk until the big ugly lizard stops moving. Until he's completely unrecognizable! Unfortunately he's interrupted as Chas's shot smacks into the Nikto's shoulder. Howling with rage and apparently seeing red, Vizuun stumbles forward and the stab turns into a weak slash at his target, grunting in pain while taking several more hits from Zrasssk in the process. Erdal's voice is barely heard over the commotion.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun attacks Zrasssk with his Pale Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk tries to dodge, but Vizuun's Pale Crysblade hits and grievously wounds Zrasssk.
 Kalira pushes forward to Euphemia's side, determined to get through the Lady Mediator's guards, signals for her colleagues to make their way around from another angle and as she gets close enough she goes to one knee beside Effie and has her medkit unslung from her shoulder by the time her knee touches the floor. "we have to stop meeting like this," she quips in a voice that's barely loud enough to be heard as she does a quick survey of Effie's wounds. Her hands are calm, her every movement methodical and efficient while she seeks to stabilize Effie, first, and then start treating her on the spot.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kalira uses her First Aid Kit on Effie ...
Effie will now recover normally.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Effie ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> ... and Kalira successfully treats Effie's wounds. Effie collapses, critically injured.
 Chas still keeps on the move, his last shot finds it's mark. Blood, spilled drinks all mingle on the floor as he keeps his feet moving but slipping now and then. He takes careful aim once again at the knife wielding Nikto and fires once more.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to dodge, but Chas's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds him.
 
 "Ho ho ho." Yoruba the Hutt watches intently as Kavra crawls away from him towards the wounded Effie.
 Effie's golden eyes flutter to Kalira. "Listen, darlin'," she says with a sudden grin, not wincing as Kalira works on her wounds (she probably doesn't even feel them). "If you want us to get together on more personal terms, I'm not saying no." Her eyes flutter shut and her nostrils flare, her lips curving as if inviting a kiss. 
 Kavra's hands are in range of Effie's feet, if she wants to grab them. The Attack Servants, however, notice the intrusion and seem unimpressed by the nearly-naked brunette's bravery in crawling through the press. One points his disruptor at the back of her head and fires without a moment's hesitation.
 The Rodian scowls as he misses again, but can't seem to keep up with Jai. The man's dread dodge is just too much for him!
Turning back toward the bar proper, Leex Sleezo searches for another target since the cantina has erupted into a full-fledged battle royale.
And that's when he sees it: A pale crysblade... one he's definitely seen before, held by someone he's been hunting. Actively. With a flash of his blasters, each firing in turn at the head, Leex Sleezo attempts to explode Erdal's face.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal's head!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 Kavra's hands close lithely around Effies feet. The chained brunette crawls backwards on her hand and feet, pulling the blonde woman along with her and towards Yoruba.
 
 Yoruba rubs his palms together. "Bring her. Ho ho ho."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie's Attack Servants fire their Merr Sonn DX1 Disruptor Repeaters at Kavra!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kavra tries to dodge, but Effie's Attack Servants's blaster bolt hits and moderately wounds her.
 Smelling as if she has spent the night in a stables with some wild animals, the woman who is rummaging around the back kitchens (Jana) makes her way out into the main hall area. As the melee abounds, the figure stumbles towards a nearby abandoned plate and begins to pick at some of the food left over, sniffing it before hungrily eating at it and paying little heed it would seem to the battle raging.
 The huge Bodyguard notices Vizuun is doing good, but he is suddenly attacked from behind, he charges to Vizuun, "You will die, this time Vizuun." he says and uses the force to jump and land on the creature, in an attempt to power attack...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal attacks Vizuun's head with his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun parries Erdal's Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade with his Pale Crysblade.
 Zrasssk filters out all the chaos around him and continues throwing punches at Vizuun! Even a rather nasty swipe of the Nikto's crysblade across the Trandoshan's torso does not deter him - A momentary grimace and the sight of flowing blood is all that betrays the wounds occurance. His scaled fist clenches and he throws a furious right hand at Vizuun. "Go down, Nikto!" he keeps himself close to Effie's fallen body throughout the melee.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk lashes out at Vizuun with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun parries Zrasssk's attack with his Pale Crysblade.
 
 Anneke continues to hold tight to her Gaffi, but she doesn't seem to know what to do at all anymore. Deep breaths, deep breaths. But nothing she can use... at least not yet. The faux Tusken's eyes dart around, or rather the goggles. First, there's Jana. A pause on Jana. At least until she sees what Yoruba's trying to do. Then? Suddenly. "Yoruba. I thought I told you, I wanted roast slug." She calls out, "Get out of the slave trade." She holds her hand out and seems to be trying to pull at the chain the Hutt holds.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Anneke tries to rip Yoruba's Jaymbai Dagger out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Yoruba's Jaymbai Dagger rips free of his hand and flies into Anneke's.
 A relieved look softens Nataila's features as Jana wanders into the saloon proper. Finishing up the bandage on a wounded patron's arm she pats him and ushers him further behind the bar, glancing up at the Jedi Master with a smile.
 His entire scalp tingling right down to the roots, Jai mounts the stairs, hauling himself up by the railing two at a time, ignoring the pain radiating throughout his entire body. He doesn't even bother looking backwards to see if the Rodian was following.
Maybe he could get another drink upstairs, while he waited out the fight down below.
 
 Breathing heavily, Vizuun shows signs of fatigue. This battle is obviously taking its toll on the Nikto. Despite his armor, he now sports large black blasterburns on his upperbody and bruises are beginning to show on his face and arms from the beating he's taking. Somehow, though, he manages to knock Erdal's blade aside and then turn in time to smack Zrasssk's fist out of the way with the flat of his blade. With that taken care of, Vizuun's eyes fall on Erdal and he seems to recognize the man for the first time. "You again, runt? Hehe...you picked a good day to die!" With a wordless roar, he hurls himself at Erdal and swings his blade hard. It would seem as if he's attempting to cleave the man in two.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun attacks Erdal with his Pale Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal tries to dodge, but Vizuun's Pale Crysblade hits and shreds Erdal, destroying Erdal's Masterwork Erdal's Knight Armor.
 Still moving but slower and more carefully so that he doesn't loose his footing or fall to another's attack, anger is plainly seen on the black haired man. As soon as both Zrasssk and Erdal are clear of his target, Chas takes aim and fires again at the Nikto.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Vizuun!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Vizuun tries to dodge, but Chas's blaster bolt hits and grievously wounds him. Vizuun collapses, critically injured.
 Kalira shakes her head slightly, clearly appreciating Effie's aplomb at times like this, "You really -really- need a medic permanently assigned to your body guard team," she says as she continues to work with that quiet, efficient care. She looks up as she sees Yoruba's slave-girl trying to pull Effie out of the current battle line, "Please don't do that while I'm working on her - " she starts to say when the brunette is fired upon. Kalira does a slow blink of shock, "oh.. my.." she murmurs then glances down into Effie's face, "where does it hurt, at this point?"
 Leex Sleezo trots back toward the center of the cantina, leaping over tables and chairs and nearly falling flat on his face. He is drunk. It's more than evident. He fires randomly from each hand, singing a Rodian drinking song while doing so, and grabbing at any glasses with liquid.
"Cheeeeshka lhay som beeeetcha. Toooogla tooogla tooooooooooooogla!"
Closer, closer, closer... he nearl skips as he nears Erdal. This time he aims more carefully. Steady. Steeeeeady. He closes one eye in the middle of the fracas and peels back both fingers, pointing his pistols at the large man's head.
"Hey, Chash- You can keep your moniezzz if you help me whack thish little pesht," says the Rodian. He remembers Chas being here.. somewhere.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal's head!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 The brunette concubine must have some kind of sixth sense. She dodges as best she can on her hands and knees, but a scream makes it evident that the blaster bolt hits her! Still, Kavra is determined to bring Effie back to the Hutt. She crawls faster than before, a hole in her dress smoking and smelling burnt, dragging the injured lady across the floor towards her master -- wait. Mistress? Anneke?
 
 Yoruba whimpers pathetically at the sight of his precious Desert Spring being shot and wounded by the Guards. He is about to tug her away with the chain in his hand, but suddenly the chain flies away. The Hutt utters exceedingly vile curses in Huttese.
"Desert Spring, it is no use. Crawl back to me and we'll get out of here. There is no shame for a Hutt if he retreats. It is merely good business. Ho ho ho."
 "The job's open, with all sorts of benefits," Effie says, batting her eyelashes at Kalira--when her foot is seized and she winces, trying to kick away Kavra's hand grabbing her. "Body servants! Remove this barnacle!"
Her head turns to Kalira in mute protest, and her white hand flutters up to indicate the two stab-wounds about three inches below her breasts, but as Kavra drags her forward, Effie kicks weakly as best she can.
Effie's grim, black-clad servants just keep shooting at Kavra, trying to block her in with their legs. They have about as much mercy as their blasters do. None--and the guns flare again.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Effie's Attack Servants fire their Merr Sonn DX1 Disruptor Repeaters at Kavra!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Effie's Attack Servants's blaster bolt misses Kavra.
 Pausing, picking up a piece of fruit and looking at it, the dirty red headed woman tosses the fruit in her hand and then looks towards the Hutt. "So this is the illustrious Yoruba the Hutt? I must say, I'm very disappointed. Very." She comments still tossing the fruit. Tilting her head, the dirty bum woman (Jana) approaches towards Yoruba. "Why in such a hurry to leave? Finding the slaving in these parts a little more difficult than usual?" Pausing she takes a healthy bite out of it.
 The huge bodyguard shakes his head as Vizuun falls down, his anger takes him over, "Now, young slave, it is time to choke... time to scream for mercy.. It is time... to DIE!" he says with huge anger and starts to choke the woman...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal begins to choke Kavra.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kavra chokes. Asphyxiating spasms mildly wounds her, destroying Kavra's .
 Zrasssk continues his relentless onslaught on Vizuun even as the Nikto nimbly dodges his strikes. A right, a left, a kick - They all manage to fly wide much to the Trandoshan's dismay. The blasterfire and ongoing combat around him must be having an adverse impact on his concentration. Aid finally arrives in the form of a well timed blaster bolt from Chas Kressen, sending the Nikto down to the floor. The Trandoshan takes one final look at Effie's fallen body and then looks back to Vizuun.
A decision is made. He leaps atop the fallen Vizuun and begins raining blows upon him, one, after another, after another - To the face and torso. "Zrasssk told you to leave Lady alone, Nikto!!! You will pay for this. Z'rasssk vral krrashi xxi'm val!" he bares his teeth and spits. The beating continues for several agonizing moments - He doesnt intend to stop until Vizuun lies lifeless. Only this savage display can avenge the attack on Effie in his mind, perhaps.. He doesnt seem enraged, which adds to the eerieness of it.
 
 Anneke? Suddenly has a slave chain in her hand! And she looks towards the woman. "You're free! No need to listen to that slug!" She calls to the woman, "Let Lady Belamy go. The Hutt won't get you back." No tugging yet. But she looks about to if she needs to. And runs towards her with the chain in hand raising. "Don't! She's just afraid, arrest her or something, but I've got the chain, she won't get back to the hutt!" She tries to implore. She looks to Erdal, "Stop it! Please! Just subdue her." She looks to Kavra a moment.
 
 Natalia slowly rises to her feet and turns, watching Jana. She doesn't move for the moment, but her gaze falls to the seemingly endless barrage of attacks and counter-attacks, another dropping, one choking, then a calm expression is directed back to Jana.
 Vizuun sneers as his blade cuts through Erdal's armor. He didn't kill the man, but this was a good start. "Oh I'm gonna enjoy this, runt. I been waitin a long time to cut you up. Yer head'll look good in my trophy case...once its been picked clean, of course." The wide grin that bares his sharp black teeth doesn't touch his cool blue eyes. Despite the chaos going on all around him, he slowly raises his weapon to prepare for another attack against Erdal. Unfortunately, before he can strike, a blasterbolt smacks into the middle of his back and he falls to his knees; his blade clattering on the ground a few feet from his hand.
A shocked look seems plastered on the Nikto's face as he falls forward to lay sprawled on the ground, face down. He seems almost unaware of the battle around him and indeed it isn't until Zrasssk leaps onto his back and begins to pummel him that Vizuun's face contorts in pain and shocked anger. Unfortunately there's little he can do but hold his arms up in an attempt to block the blows. But that does him little good as the Trandoshan easily gets through his defenses. THUNK THUMP THUD. Within moments Zrasssk might as well be pounding away at a sack of meat. Vizuun is dead.
 "Leave off, I say!" Kalira says sharply to the slave-girl trying to drag Effie away through Effie's guards and towards that slime-ball of a slug. "You're going to hurt her!" she declares as she shrugs out of her jacket and positions it strategically over Effie to maintain some semblance of relative modestly while she examines the knife wounds carefully. She glances up at Kavra, sending a thought of alarm towards Erdal, a plea for help in that cry of mental alarm.
 Chas doesn't wait for any time after he sees the Nikto go down. Instead he spins, yelling as he does to Leex "Sorry buddy, have to take care of a flea here then can help ya."
His blaster comes up and aims at the one trying to drag Effie away. He shakes his head and mutters "That is a mistake," and his blaster goes off...but not at the slave girl's head where it was first aimed but at the master of the slave.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Yoruba's head!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Chas's blaster bolt misses Yoruba.
 Leex Sleezo curses and puts away one of his blasters. Still holding the other, he grips it with both hands and again fires at Erdal.
"I got money on you, rodent. And I intend to get it!" he says, grinning wildly. The blood once freely running down his cheeks is now caked and flaky.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 At Erdal's attack Kavra squeals loudly and lets go of Effie's legs. The slave's hands claw at the invisible fingers around her throat. She tries to climb back, panicking, though a look at Anneke makes the fear in her eyes slowly fade away.
/Then/ she tries to escape the meelee on the floor for real, biting into Effie's guards' knees with her teeth and clawing at their ankles in her attempt to get away - fast!
 Yoruba glances down at the red headed girl. He replies in Huttese. "Huh? Get out of my <Huttese expletive>. I'm busy."
The Hutt glances back to see Kavra dodge another blast from Effie's guards. But then the huge man from the spaceport appears. "Ho ho ho. If he wants to wound the slave he was interested in buying....." The Hutt licks his lips as Erdal's attack destroys what Kavra's clothing, leaving the young woman bare.
 Effie doesn't do much right now; with her nakedness covered, she seems to quiet down, a small, amused smile hovering on her lips as Kalira works. Her Attack Servants cluster round her, standing over her body protectively, forming a wall that any future interlopers will have to pierce.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kalira uses her First Aid Kit on Effie ...
Effie will now recover normally.
 "I do not think so." Jana states towards the Hutt and approaches him closer. "If you want to try to claim slaves, why don't you try to claim me, hmm?"
 The Sith lowers his fist to Kavra, "She is mine." he says and turns to the Hutt, he does a similar, force-jump slash attack to the Hutt and hopes that he can take the hutt with all his might!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal attacks Yoruba with his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Yoruba evades Erdal's Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade.
 Zrasssk eventually rises from the fallen Vizuun, hands bloodied and as a result, gray robe spattered as well. It was a savage, vicious sight. A certain serenity seems to wash over the Trandoshan as he lumbers back towards Erdal, Leex Sleezo, and the others. Doshan prayers are muttered underneath his breath and he cracks his knuckles, sizing up the remaining fighters. However, the image of Erdal choking the slave causes a sort of snap within him. He seems horrified and emotional , odd in itself for his species. He rushes towards Erdal, surprisingly, and begins throwing attacks. "You are filled with evil, human! You will touch that ssslave no more! Hutt slave has suffered enough. Zrasssk will beat the evil out of you." Fists fly! Even as the brawl ensues, he seems to not be able to take one eye off of the fallen Effie and her entourage.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk lashes out at Erdal with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal dodges Zrasssk's attack.
 
 "Please, please calm down miss. Please, you're free, they won't hurt you anymore if you stop, then you'll be free. "Please, hush hun." She moves closer, trying to hug the slave and drag her free, tearing off her serape to reveal the shirt she wears beneath, so she can give the serape to Kavra. "You'll be ok. You'll be ok. You'll be free. We can get you a home on Taanab or Alderaan and you'll be safe and free." She looks to Erdal. "She's no one's now, no one's!" Anneke tries to say to Erdal.
 
 Natalia simply watches, eyes intent upon Jana. She listens to what is said and tries to remain impassive, in expression at least, even if she is a little concerned.
 Kalira works quietly to stop the bleeding and tend to the puncture wounds, her eyes barely lifting but she agrees aloud, "No business on your world, or mine, for that matter. Is it possible to press charges against it?" she asks, hands still hard at work.
 
 Chas lets a soft curse fly as his shot misses. He, once again takes careful aim at the Hutt and says "No more slaves for you, Hutt. No more kidnappings either." A roll of his head and he fires his blaster once again at the massive slug form.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Chas fires his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Yoruba!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> By sheer luck, Chas's blaster bolt misses Yoruba.
 Leex Sleezo appears more than frustrated. Three shots awry and he's ready to -throw- his blaster at Erdal.
Striding toward Erdal, blaster raised, the Rodian raises his weapon to mere inches from the big man's back.
"Dodge this," he whispers into Erdal's ear.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal dodges Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt.
 Euphemia laughs a little as Kalira works on her. "That feels nice," she says, although it's obviously a lie given the wounds. "The kind of charges we press against a Hutt are the charges on a blaster. Subdue the Hutt ..." She pales a bit. "Body servants! Subdue the Hutt."
 
 The Hutt looks down at Jana and chuckles. "Ho ho ho. I know your kind when I see it. You are trouble, like those <Huttese expletive> Spitfire, Tusken, and Morrow. I'm finished here. Desert Spring will come back to me, I know it. Ho ho ho."
Yoruba moves onward towards the door and unknowingly dodges Erdal's and then Chas's attacks. Effie's guards block his way. But the Hutt has a trick up his sleeve. Opening his mouth, the Hutt lets out a huge belch and in the confusion escapes.
ESCAPE: Yoruba escapes from the area!
 The huge bodyguard ignores Zrasssk for now, he turns his attention to the guy who has been shooting at him, he rises his blade and moves close to him, "Time to die, idiot." he says and tries to slash the hands off Leex...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal attacks Leex Sleezo's arms with his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Leex Sleezo raises his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol to fire, but Erdal's Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade maims his arm, destroying Leex Sleezo's Fingerless Sharpshooter's Gloves and disarms him.
 Zrasssk stays on Erdal as the huge bodyguard rushes towards Leex Sleezo and unleashes a rather savage strike! Leex Sleezo's quickshot causes him to duck out of habit, but this in no way deters his resolve to now bring down Erdal. "You are no better then slaver, disgraceful human!" he hisses and throws a rather cheap shot towards Erdal's kidney.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk lashes out at Erdal with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal tries to dodge, but Zrasssk hits and grievously wounds him.
 "Sure it does," Kalira says in a wry voice to Effie in return. "Lovely and delightful as well, I'm guessing," and she carefully administers a slow release analgesic to take the immediate edge off and - even better - something that ought to last through this immediate work and into the recovery time. She signals for one of her colleagues to hand over another surgical kit, accepts it with a nod, and then uses the fresh supplies to keep working. "Zrasssk, leave off!" she calls out, "I asked him to get Kavra off of Effie, will you both step back and try to get some perspective?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Effie ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> ... and Effie's condition is unchanged.
 
 Anneke continues with her own attempts to calm down the slave, and that's pretty much the extent of it. She even goes so far as to push up her goggles and reveal her very human eyes to the hopefully soon to be former slave. Probably using the force to keep trying to calm her too.
 "You--" Effie laughs, her golden eyes glinting. "You can heal me any time, Kalira. Maybe I'll start getting hurt on purpose ... I think I like the attention from you." She winks, seemingly at peace despite the sounds of struggle going on around her.
 
 His target slips away, Chas moves over to where Natalia is at, protectively.
 Natalia just shakes her head a little then watches the Hutt slither away in a cloud of..smoke? Her eyes flick to Jana then she looks to Chas as he nears her, smiling gently.
 Leex Sleezo looks down at his left arm dumbly. It hangs in tatters from his shoulder, oozing blood and flapping tendons. For a moment he searches the ground for his blaster, doing his best to keep out of Erdal's reach.
There! The Rodian finds his weapon near the bar, scoops it up with his good hand, and heads back toward the fight. For the moment he is out of firing range.
 Kalira offers a wry sort of smile at Effie, accepting more supplies from her medics again, "Now now, there's no frequent flier program, Effie. Though right now, You and Chas and Zrasssk, Fiero and a few others are my most regular patients. I dare say, you all do keep things interesting."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Effie ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> ... and Kalira successfully treats Effie's wounds.
 
 The huge bodyguard turns to Zrasssk in an attempt to slash his head...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Erdal attacks Zrasssk's head with his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT> Zrasssk tries to dodge, but Erdal's Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade hits and grievously wounds Zrasssk's head.
 Effie's attack servants begin to stir nervously as Erdal begins to weigh upon Zrasssk, their guns coming up, waiting some sign from the Lady on the ground, who seems still too faint from injury to give the order. With their Lady out of it, Effie's servants grimly track Erdal with their guns--apparently having received instructions about Zrasssk.
 
 Attempts to calm the slave apparently succeeding, Anneke looks to the other two. "Please, enough. Everyone. Please breathe, please calm. Don't hurt each other. You only fuel the.. the dark things already 'ere on this world."
 Zrassk's punch connects with Erdal but he perhaps overextends himself, leaving a critical opening. The towering Erdal's blade connects directly with the back of Zrasssk's head sending blood flying across the room. He winces in pain and seems to wobble once, dizziness setting in. Still he presses onward! Calls for him to cease are either not heard or tuned out... Until the very last second. He seems ready to attack Erdal again, but stops short. "Next time you touch slave, Zrasssk will find you, human."
 Leex Sleezo limps toward the Trandoshan and Erdal, a numbed pallor tainting his otherwise green skin. Blood pours from his demolished arm.
GZZZZZZZAT
The Rodian can, however, raise his other arm. He points it directly at the large man's back.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal tries to dodge, but Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and mauls him.
 The huge Bodyguard turns his attention back to Leex, "Why the hell are you attacking me anyways." he says, "I am fighting for my defense." he says and moves his blade to slash leex...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal attacks Leex Sleezo's arms with his Modified Jewel-Encrusted Crysblade! 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Leex Sleezo shoots at Erdal with his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol, disrupting his attack but missing him.
 
 "STOP!" Anneke calls as firmly as she can towards Sleezo, reaching her hand over towards him and concentrating. Trying to pull the remaining blaster towards her hand again, it would seem. The freed slave still being held by her, as she tries to comfort her.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Anneke tries to rip Leex Sleezo's Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Leex Sleezo firmly holds his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 The drunk, very injured Rodian manages to tilt to one side and shoot at Erdal as he attacks, narrowly avoiding another nasty cut. He shudders and lurches forward again, however, as something snatches at his blaster.
'This has been a strange afternoon!' he thinks to himself with a shrug. He ignores the Tusken raider and points his blaster at the man who seems to be in perfect shape despite his wounds.
GZZZZZAT
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: You fire your Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol at Erdal!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal tries to dodge, but Leex Sleezo's blaster bolt hits and seriously wounds him. Erdal collapses, critically injured.
 
 Omlawr is not the one to put up for such violence, not when there are injured about. Knowing that Anneke did the same, Omlawr tries to disarm Leex, as he presents the most immeadiate threat. "I will ask you to stop." He then states, and begins to concentrate.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Omlawr tries to rip Leex Sleezo's Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Leex Sleezo's Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol rips free of his hand and flies into Omlawr's.
 Just as quickly as he was involved in it, he leaves it. Zrasssk heads over to the fallen Effie, though it will take him quite some time to get through all the bodies.
 Euphemia still lies under the cloak Kalira drew over, her pale breast rising and falling with each breath, her eyes closed. As Zrasssk approaches, the Attack Servants part on either side, nodding quietly to him.
 Kalira can tell that her work is helping, if for no other visible signs than that Effie's breathing is easier - at least the analgesic is helping, that much is good. She speaks quietly to one of her medics, accepting more medical supplies as the others are used and keeps working - determined.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Effie ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Kalira successfully treats Effie's wounds.
 Really, no one can take a nap, it seems. How rude. At such an hour, too. Crashes, grunts, and the twang of blaster fire makes its way upstairs, and slowly, one cautious step a time, a boy moves to investigate. Yells bring Liam's hood up, further ruckus bring just a curious head over the top of the stairs to peer down on the mess below.
"Sweet bantha in the sky."
Well, at least it wasn't Myrmids. Small consolation. But, yet, so many injured, so many fallen, golden hair, blood, other bodily fluids, and liquor. Wait.. golden hair? "Lady Bellamy!"
 A brief nod of greeting is given to Kalira. "Human doctor." Zrasssk kneels at Effie's side and looks into her eyes for several long seconds, the reptilian apparently having a vested interest in her good health. "She is strong of spirit and will live." he remarks to the doctor, rising to his feet and clearing out of Kalira's way so she can conduct her procedures.
 Erdal Gets striked by Leex's blaster, "Why..." he asks and falls down himself, he still doesnt know why the Rodian attacked him...
 
 As Chas sees that the battling has come to a stop, he puts away his blaster, concern is evident on him as he looks to where Kalira is working on Effie "Wish I had shot faster at that," he glances down at the remains of the Nikto "that else..." he says softly to Natalia.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Chas puts away his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 Effie's body shivers slightly as Kalira works, but her small smile is growing. "Oh, you're good," she says, the flirtatious edge back in her voice. "How many times 'till you're so familiar with my physiology you don't even have to look?"
She hears Liam's voice and frowns a little. "Am I still--properly covered?" she asks Kalira in a low voice. "I don't think you-know-who would like his son getting an eyeful."
 Zrasssk marches towards Liam and his eyes narrow on the boy. He is bleeding profusely from a massive headwound and it makes for quite a sight. He gestures across the room towards the brutally beaten corpse of the Nikto known as Vizuun. "Him, boy." the Trandoshan doesnt elaborate further. Instead , he turns around and heads towards Leex Sleezo and the others. "Rodian Sleezo? Is that you? Ha ha! Ssssmall world." he seems almost amused as the Rodian's blaster is yanked from his hand.
 
 Kalira smoothes her jacket over Effie's chest, tucking it around her shoulders in fact and down over her arms - the advantage that Kalira's height gives her is that a jacket that's long on HER practically covers Effie from neck to knee. She keeps the edge of her jacket up out of the area of the wound, though once again it's covered with blood and other things. "I'm getting pretty close at this point, actually," she admits, "though that's good. It means I have the baseline memorized at this point," both remarks made in a low voice. "My young colleague," she addresses the boy and doesn't use his name, "come, lend a hand, aye?"
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Effie ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Kalira successfully treats Effie's wounds.
 "This little rat is all mine- I've got a bounty to claim!" manages Leex Sleezo. He limps toward Erdal and leans down as if to grab him by the hair.
WHOOOSH
The Rodian's blaster flies out of his hand and into Omlawr's. He stares at it dumbly, blinks, then yanks his massive sniper rifle over his shoulder.
"I'll take that back now," he says, training his sights on the Ithorian. He stands over Erdal, ready to carry him off at a moment's notice.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: You wield your Modified SoroSuub MEKA Sniper Blaster.
 
 Failing in her attempt, Anneke just takes a deep breath and lets it go. Her concentrating just not enough, and she's trying to comfort Kavra too. And that, well, that she goes right back to. She does look towards Effie though, watching that.
{{pose|Omlawr} Omlawr looks at the Rodian for a moment, and shakes his head. "Put the gun down, and Ill be happy to return your weapon. Im not here to fight, just stop it." He still grips the blaster, but shows no intent on keeping it. "You do understand, right?" He asks, making sure the drunkard doesn't become too MUCH more hostile.
 Quietly, Liam moves down the stairs, nodding the Trandoshan's words. "It is fortune she's alive, then..." He wastes no time to do the doctor's bidding, stepping quickly to join her, protests from the Lady's guards or not. "Of course, Doctor Valen. Is she--" Already alive. "going to be okay?"
 The Rodian teeters, seemingly on the verge of passing out. He lowers his rifle, crooks it beneath his armpit and extends his good arm toward Omlawr.
"Ok. I leave with ugly here," he says, pointing at Erdal's body. "And you give me my gun back. Nobody else gets shot.. if you play nice. No more tricks!"
Leex Sleezo appears to be in bad shape and continues to bleed. Everywhere.
 
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: You put away your Modified SoroSuub MEKA Sniper Blaster.
 "I've been trained to deliver the worst of news in the best way possible?" Kalira asks of Effie, "I'm glad to see that my training pays off. Usually I'm considered not personable enough to effectively manage anything even remotely resembling bedside manner," she admits before she looks up and waves Omlawr and the young man with him to come forward. "I can't let Leex take Erdal, Effie. He interfered because I asked him to stop Yoruba's play thing from dragging you away - trying too, at least."
 "You have a delightful bedside manner," Effie says with a smirk. She winces slightly. "My attack servants aren't letting anyone leave. Tell the Rodian that I will accept his entreaty now, if he comes to plead--"
 
 Omlawr slowly walks forward, as the Rodian seems to comprehend what he's doing. "That's it, nice and slow.." He says, slowly moving his hand forward with the gun. His long finger uncurling around the weapon. "Though, I think we need to get you out of here..." He says, looking at the others. 
Omlawr then quickly rushes foward, and literally tackles into the Rodian. He uses this as a surprise tactic, as he reaches into his medical satchel. "Sorry, but you need to be treated before you risk anymore injury!" With that, Om quickly shoves a sedative needle into the back of Leex' neck, and presses the plunger down.
 Chas sees the attack at Leex, but as it is only a shot, he shakes his head as he escorts Natalia out of the door that still is blocked by the guards. He waits for Kalira to escort the Lady Bellamy out first.
 The Rodian is no match for a beached-whale Ithorian at five miles per hour! The last thing Leex Sleezo sees before blacking out is a giant hammerhead and pudgy gray fingers. His mangled arm can't protest, and he's not about to fire a rifle with his good hand-- he stands no chance and is quickly overcome.
Leex Sleezo drifts off into happy dreams full of alcohol, loose women and lots of guns. He kicks a little, happily.
 Liam casts a measured look at Kalira, then Effie, lowering himself to the Vanixian princess' side. "It.. doesn't look -that- bad, Lady Bellamy," the boy offers, then pauses. "Yoruba? That slug again? Who won't he go after?"
 Effie huffs. "Little soldier, what do you mean it doesn't look THAT bad? That's my body you're talking about." She lowers her lashes and gives the boy a wink.
 "Shh... Shh." Anneke says to the slave she is still holding, she looks over towards Omlawr then. Imploringly. Though for what reason it is hard to say. "Please sleep hun, please. We'll take you somewhere really safe. And you'll get warm clothes and food and a place in life."
 Natalia is moving with Chas, pulling her hood of her robe up and holding the front of it to her. She pauses too, waiting for the exit to be cleared.
 Kalira lets out a sound that's almost a snort of laughter, but she'd never do that - ladies don't snort! She gives Liam a wink as well then cleans her hands after applying a fresh layer of bandages over Effie's upper abdomen and tugs the edge of her jacket over Effie's body. She glances up at Effie's soldiers, "someone might want to get her a blanket, that'd be helpful," she suggests and reaches out to gently squeeze Effie's shoulder. "I'm going to go take a look at Erdal," she says before rising to her feet and crossing towards where Erdal is collapsed on the floor. One of her medics trail along beside her, her droid trundling along as well as Kalira goes to one knee beside Erdal and starts working on him quietly.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira uses her First Aid Kit on Erdal ...
Erdal will now recover normally.
 
 Erdal gets waken up by Kalira, he notices her, "Get away from me." he says pushing her away, "Must be you and your Jedi friends put the bounty on my head." he says, he is clearly not making sense, he is taken over by his paranoia, "Now! I... I must kill you ALL!" he says and laughs maniacly...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal wields his Thyferran Brush Flamer.
 Omlawr slowly guides Leex' body to the floor, so he doesn't simply collapse. His eyes looking around, as he takes not of Kalira. "Lira, please heal this one. I didn't bring my tools to do so..." He asks, slowly rising and looking at the others. "I have better accomodations on my shup as well." Though he looks at Erdal, and concentrates, "Just calm down..."
 Chas is pleading with the guards at the door when he notices Erdal pull forth his flamer. Not trusting it nor him he pulls his weapon out "Now that wouldn't be a smart idea..."
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Chas wields his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 
 Anneke looks over towards Erdal and blinks. Instrinct takes over as she seems to realize in slow motion just what is about to happen and she tries to reach out and stop the man from doing so!
Jai arrives from Oona: Saloon Bubble - Second Floor.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Anneke tries to rip Erdal's Thyferran Brush Flamer out of his hands!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal firmly holds his Thyferran Brush Flamer.
 At the sound of Erdal's words, Zrasssk springs back into action and throws a furious kick at the fallen Erdal. The Trandoshan doesnt seem angered, but the sight of his flamethrower and his threats are a bit much for him to handle.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Zrasssk lashes out at Erdal with his fists!
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Erdal raises his Thyferran Brush Flamer to fire, but Zrasssk moderately wounds him. Erdal collapses, critically injured.
 Omlawr quickly points at Erdal, "This man needs to be taken to a psych ward..."
 Such a fortunate thing, hoods are. Few but those in direct proximity can spot the slow creep of color up the boy's face. Steadily, all the way up to the bald crown of his head. "Ugh, I mean-- the wounds," Liam stutters awkwardly, "the wounds don't look that bad! The rest of it-- you -- looks, um --" How lucky, a madman distraction from his talking predicament. "Oh my!"
Trandoshan saves the day! "Careful with him, Mister Zrasssk!"
 Leex is lowered carefully to the floor by the Ithorian. He bleeds everywhere but still seems happy.
 
 Chas shakes his head and puts his pistol away "Let me lay there and die for all I care." He goes back to the guards that block the door "Aw, come on, lookie here, I just helped save the Lady, surely you can trust me to leave..."
But the guards stand fast and don't even hardly look at him.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Chas puts away his Masterwork BlasTech DL-42 Blaster Pistol.
 "Looks what?" Effie says with a glint in her eyes, but Erdal's raving and Zrasssk's quick response brings a smirk to Effie's face.
 Kalira had been kneeling beside Erdal, trying to help him. But when he's revived and pushes her away, she stumbles slightly, falling back as a result and is stunned by the vehemence displayed by his paranoia and the maniacal laughter. She is getting to her feet again , Omlawr's words registering even as she see's Erdal arming his flame throwing, hears Chas's voice and guesses that there's weaponry being readied again, then lets out a startled sound when Zrasssk springs towards Erdal. It's Omlawr's voice calling her to help Leex that makes her move again.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Leex Sleezo ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Leex Sleezo's condition is unchanged.
 Leex Sleezo continues to bleed on the floor.
"Boooooooooobs," he murmers, sedated.
 Omlawr smiles toward Kalira, "Thankyou Lira, I appreciate the help. Im just out of tools at the moment, so I wouldn't be able to do more than bandage him." He then rises back up, and looks around. "Does anyone else need help?"
 Erdal says, "Let me go you murdering Jedi!"
 
 It is at this point that Jai creeps back downstairs, blaster burned clothes and all. "Is it over?" He mutters, peering about the place to see where that crazed Rodian madman was.
 Oh right! Wounded! Liam claps a hand to his forehead, muttering apologies to Effie. "I don't have a blanket, but.. I did buy a new robe." Which he doesn't seem to have much qualms with removing. For a good cause. Letting his bald head shine in the light of the cantina, the boy pulls it all off to provide some measure of comfort to the fallen Lady Mediator. And, you know, decency. Not that he's looking or anything. (Maybe just a glance.)
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Liam takes off his Plain Brown Robe.
 The cantina is a total mess. The corpse of Nikto is in one corner of the establishment. Effie, Kalira, Liam, and a number of guards in another. Erdal has been knocked unconcious by Zrasssk after brandishing a flamethrower.. Many others are present here as well. Zrasssk gazes upon the fallen Erdal and simply shakes his head. He looks to Kalira. "This human should be restrained before revived."
 Euphemia gives Liam a smile, not especially preventing Liam from catching a peek of some harmless white skin here and there. Maybe she just can't resist making the poor boy blush.
"I'd stand if I could," Effie says thoughtfully.
 The Rodian keeps bleeding and it doesn't seem like Kalira's assistance does much to help his condition. He doesn't say anything else... yet.
 
 Chas and Natalia wait near the blocked door as the fighting has long since stopped. Ready to leave as soon as the guards are permitted to allow them too.
 "Don't, my Lady." Anneke says, looking over towards Effie. "Shouldn't we call some medics to take you to your ship? Or base? Or something?" She asks, the slave she's holding finally calm and practically asleep from the emotional weight.
 
 "I know," Kalira says simply to Zrasssk, her voice slightly clipped but she focuses on the work she's doing on Leex at this point.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Leex Sleezo ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Kalira successfully treats Leex Sleezo's wounds.
 Omlawr seems to be at the center of the room, making sure that there isn't anymore critically wounded bar goers. Though he does every so often, shoot Leex up with -happy juice- just so he doesn't go on the warpath.
 
 Seeing that the Rodian is nowhere in sight, at least for now, Jai finishes descending the stairs and begins limping towards the door, clutching at his bloody stomach.
 Erdal is shaking uncontrollably, he is afraid really afraid by the look of it...
 Euphemia raises her head. "Let my known allies and friends leave ..." she tells her servants.
 The worst of the Rodian's wounds appear to be tended to: he doesn't bleed quite as much as he had been despite the crusted spread of red coating his face and torso. He most assuredly looks the worse for wear.
"Nommmm mom mom nomnomnom," he lipsmacks, drifting off into deeper delirium thanks to Omlawr.
Looking weakly up at Anneke, Effie starts to smile. "Yes, you are right," she says. "You did well. As we return to my ship, you should tell me what you learned ..."
 Chas turns and nods to Effie "Heal and rest, Lady Bellamy. I shall keep watch on the planet while you do." To the other's he nods to each and every one before he works his way through the guards.
 Effie says, "Thank you, Chas."
 How cruel women are. Liam maintains a shade of pomato pink. Whatever medical professionalism his limited training might have garnered is long gone, replaced by awkward teenage-dom. Clearly, Effie was made of fine porcelain, untouchable. The lower layers of robes provide little in the way of a cover he could hide behind.
"Um.. there are... rooms, upstairs," the boy offers to Anneke's suggestion. "Comfortable-ish." He scoots a tiny bit away, an inch at a time.
Liam gives his Plain Brown Robe to Effie.
 
 Drag. Drag. Stumble. Jai continues trying to make for the door, his face a clenched mask of concentration. "...Rodian... Gonna kill him next time I see he. Put my fist so far down he... Pluck him eyes out..." And so on. He comes to a halt when he notices the doors are all locked up and guarded.
 
 Anneke nods to Effie. "I will." She says, wearily. Standing, and waking her charge as well. "We'll... I'll want to see about getting this girl to Taanab or Alderaan too. Somewhere well out of sight of Hutts." She says, with a soft sigh. "King Bail knows how to free slaves, he does so all the time. So..."
 Euphemia sighs and nods. "Yes ... Alderaan is a good place for her," she says. "I am sorry my servants handled her roughly, but they prize my safety ...'
 Erdal turns to Effie, "I tried to break the chain." he says, "Couldnt manage..." he says.
 
 "She'll be ok now. Get medical care, and, and she'll be ok." Anneke says with a smile. "I think I got her calmed down. And getting this chain off her throat and some real good clothes, that should help her a lot."
 Omlawr shoots Leex up once more, before deeming that the Rodian has had enough good time sedative. "Alright, lets get out of here." He nods, and looks at the others. "Not much staying inside this bar will do, but spark more problems."
 
 Eventually standing becomes to much and Jai crumbles to the floor.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Jai ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Kalira successfully treats Jai's wounds.
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: Kalira attempts a surgical operation on Jai ...
<FONT COLOR=#FFFF00><FONT COLOR=#FFFF00>COMBAT:</FONT></FONT>: ... and Kalira successfully treats Jai's wounds.
 Zrasssk makes his way over towards Kalira and Liam once more. He speaks with them while gazing down upon the fallen form of Effie. "Zrasssk thinks it is time to take human Lady Bellamy to Paxo to recover. The saloon floor is no place for this." he kneels down at her side but gazes across her at Liam. "Come with?"
 Kalira packs up her medical supplies and makes her rounds of the room, healing where she can until she runs out of immediate supplies and checks on Effie again, "I agree," she says to Zrasssk. "She needs to be somewhere clean, at least, and this won't do at all. I'll head back to the spaceport and prepare more supplies for your arrival," she says and - with another brief reassuring pat of Effie's shoulder - straightens to head out of the saloon.
 Jai was among the tended, and now rests on the floor, feeling much better than before.
 Liam nods slowly, the presence of the alien bringing his face back down to a safe peach-like color. Blood crisis averted. "Yes. It's not safe here. Not just the saloon, but the entire planet." The boy rises to his feet. "And, you should get your own wounds tended to, mister Zrasssk. Can.. you carry her? Or, maybe, we can borrow a stretcher from the medical center."
 "My servants can carry me," Euphemia offers gravely.
 Omlawr moves over towards Effie, and the others. "Indeed, it would be best to get her to an intensive char unit, atleast to look her over." He shakes his head, as he looks at all the destruction that has be wrought. Thank goodness he isn't paying for repairs. Though for a moment, he looks down at Liam, and...cant seem to remember where he saw him before.
 Zrasssk shakes his head. "Zrasssk carry." he leans over and attempts to heft Effie onto his shoulder. He does his best to be cautious of her wounds and to ensure that the robe stays wrapped around her. "Let us go, boy." a final glance is given to the corpse of Vizuun and then he slowly starts towards the exit, hopefully with Effie, Liam, and Effie's men in tow.
 
 Anneke prepares to follow along in attendance with Lady Bellamy. Helping bring the slave unless some of the troops help.
 "Ah, not over the shoulder," Liam protests. "That'll-- probably hurt her!" He trails after the Trandoshan, fretting excessively. At the door, he turns to bow to the Ithorian. "There are.. supplies in the medical center, if you need them, doctor."
And, then the bald child escapes with the Trandoshan and their princess. How very deja vu! Sans the princess, of course.
 Erdal is still at the floor, he notices everyone is leaving, "Someone take me to hospital?" he asks.
 One of the servants bends to assist Anneke in carrying the slave. Effie lies quite still, slung over the Trandoshan's shoulder, but apparently alive and not in terrible pain.
 Omlawr turns to look at the others, "Could I have a hand? I need to take this one to a hospital as well." He says pointing at Erdal, "Ill be sure to take this one to another facility, so he doesn't go back to trying to kill him." He says, pointing at Leex.
 Zrasssk heeds Liams warning and instead of carrying Effie over his shoulder , he carries her in both arms out infront of him. It doesnt require much strength considering her small frame. He follows along with the Corellian boy.
 Erdal says, "I need him alive."
 Omlawr looks at Erdal, "He'll be alive, and away from you. A good system or two."
 Erdal says, "So he can come back and kill me? no I dont think so, Jedi scum."
 Omlawr shakes his head, "I am no Jedi."
 
 The Rodian is dragged off by Omlawr, murmuring something about killing babies.
 Erdal says, "Whatever."
 Erdal says, "I must know who put bounty on me."
 
 Omlawr remains silent, and slips out of the room, carrying Leex.
 Category:October 2008 RP Logs