Death From All Sides

[Karl the Unfettered]

Umgul. A foggy planet, known for the plethora of pleasure palaces and its capricious casino concierges, its astounding auxiliary ales and beastly boosted bourbons, its devilish dancing divas and empty empathic embroiderers. Some even claim it has natural resources, but everyone else is too busy betting on boisterous bruisers to bother.

It also, naturally, has cantinas. Everyone loves cantinas, explaining why a magnificent majority would take ultimate umbrage at every expanding explosion to threaten their thrilling thrums. So when an avid assassin attempts an altercation at alarming the alluring arms, the regulars really resemble recessive rangers in rioting restive.

Because they love their cantinas.

Anyway, the day was dark and dank and the dimness was dense, in the center cantina of our candid city canticles. One man in particular, huddled haphazardly on a stalwart stool, waved for a refreshment of his Rodian rum.

"Haven't you had enough?" the bartender replied.

"Not yet, now hurry it up," the man growled, fixing the barkeep with his belligerent blue eyes. The bartender shrugged and got the man his drink; his credits were good, at least. The man took a healthy swig and glared out over the room, wondering if any of them were dumb enough to pick a fight with him; despite how obviously well-armed he always was, there was never any shortage of armed and short-changed idiots in the galaxy.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Umgul.
a green marble hanging in Space,
of course just because it looked pretty up there didn't mean it was down here on the surface.
Zett had left without his crew, as they waited in his ship the 'Star Hunter'.
of course he had better ideas in the past, now once again Hebbas hunter's had made there way to him, And he found himself in the out skirt of one of the City's, being held in a shoot out with Three of the Bounty Hunters lieing dead, and three more moving in on him.
they could not see him through the fog, but thanks to his H.U.D
he could see them.
with a single shot, another fell to the ground as Zett Made his way to another Rock he could hide behind.
one of the men came into arms reach Zett Grabbed him and slammed the man's head into his nee and finishing him with a gun shot.
only one left, but, he was already running.
Zett Checked the body of the man he had just killed.
ha found: Credits allot, and a card that held Zett's name, and face, and a number 30,000 Credits on his head.
Zett made his way into the City and saw an uncountable number of Cantina's and a few casino's.
he chose one and saw only a few seats left in the bar.
he chose a stool and sat down next to a well armed man who looked rather drunk.
Zett took off his helmet and sat it on the Bar, just in time to see the bartender bring a drink to the man to Zett's right.
then the bartender asked What he wanted.
a Juri Juice please.
he then turned to the man on his right.
if your Trying to forget something then you should drink one of these.

[Foxfire]

A large crate was ushered off of a freight cargo container that looked like it went to hell and back by a boxy droid. On the side of the crate was burn stamped 'spare parts'. Yet in side of the crate lurked a war machine ready to lay waste on the next planet it came too. Umgul was the unfortunet planet in .925 path of destruction.


His last issued order by his lady sith was to protect her and her sister. In order to fullfill that order all theats to either had to be removed from her path. The cargo droid moved him to a darkened corner. After two hours his internal clock engaged and powered the sleeping systems. Cirvos and gears whirred, clicked as each system was checked. Once all systems were ready .925 unlatched the crate's internal latches and stood. Stepping away from the crate he quietly moved to the nearest exit. He needed to removed himself as far from the now mostly empty crate. What was left was metal shards coating a plastic explosives which lined the entire inside of the crate. Also the crate was due to be moved to be stored at a top rated casino. With each movement of the crate the count of collateral damage would go up.

Now though he needed to draw some attention to him while the crate moved into position. So the obvious option was first and formost in his processors, a bar fight. Taking a tally of the most popular bar he chose two. Both were next to each other so he could make the brawl spill from one to the other without much effort. Upon entering the bar the bar's security alerted that a droid entered. A bouncer stood and turned on .925 only to be grabbed and tossed outside.

Any fleshy wanta go too?

[Karl the Unfettered]

Just his luck, some jerk had to waltz in like he owned the place and sit down right next to him. Romeo glared out the corner of his eye as Rem ordered a frilly cocktail drink and then jabbered something at him like he gave a crap. "Juri Juice, is it," he replied in a monotone as the drink came down. "We'll see." Rather than ordering one for himself he grabbed Zett's drink, tilted his head back and poured it straight down his throat, skipping the swallowing action entirely. Once the glass was empty he slapped it back on the bar. "That for your girly umbrella water! Now leave me alone."

Done showing off for now he got up and moved down the bar, but before he could oust some other patron from their stool .925 made its histrionic entrance. Romeo fixed the belligerent droid with a glare, but of course it didn't work. "Turn around, machine," he growled, a pair of shotguns suddenly in his hands, "tearing this place down is my job."

"Hey!" the barkeep shouted, reaching beneath the bar. "No one's gonna-" but he was interrupted by the assassin aiming over his shoulder and shooting at him; hundreds of tiny ball bearings flew out and turned the fellow into so much red mist, and Romeo cycled another shell in with a casual flip of the archaic-looking weapon.

"I won't warn you again, droid, turn around and leave," he growled, menacing .925 with his guns. "Go burn down the next cantina over, this one's gonna be a crater in the next few minutes." The other customers had jumped up and were shouting and waving their own weapons around, but Romeo ignored them.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett saw the man chug his drink down with out a problem,
for now soon though he would be wobbling on those two feet of his.
a droid alarm at the door wint off Zett swiveled to see a droid, Krath war droid by the looks of it.
Zett knew droids vary well, time to arrange your memories droid.

Zett started to hack into the droid useing the WI-FI in his hud he was trying to get a link.
the H.U.D. was working on that now but Zett had to by the H.U.D.
some time.

Zett then stood and turned to the droid Zett knew that the droid was not sent by Hebba.
it was just ticked off about something.
now go, or else, i might just blow you to bits
he pulled a small orange ball that looks like a thermal det, but is, far far more deadly.
he then armed it and the green lite came on and the wings spread.
Besides, droid your no match for me.
he stroked his light saber with one hand.
the same saber that he stoll of the dead body of that Sith not to long ago.

[Foxfire]

.925 looked the beings speaking to him. The first he scanned only took less than thirty microseconds to get a hit on the facial recognizing software. The words hazards and wanted dead for multible cleansings of large life form living areas. This one was speaking of it's removal or deactivation was coming for it's self. As for the other it was trying to hack his systems via his wi-fi. Shutting it down and disconnecting all external connections .925 assessed the second being less a threat even after it flashed a item. Knowing the item and engaging the microsensors he quickly found this being was no force user.


The droid made the common responce of being hacked then went on stand-by like power down. Sagging as if it had a system hack, letting three minutes pass. Then using a common base voice tonal programming the droid spoke.

'Programming breach due to outside source, rerouting directive to cleansing war programming. Eliminated all life forms, no mercy.'

Raising erect it charged it's pulse arm cannons and took aim at the far wall of the cantina. Open firing upon it destroyed the adjoining then fired four more times lighting up the darkened corners. Stopping it took note of what was still moving.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"Oh great, you shut it down," Romeo grumbled sourly. "What'd you do that for? I was gonna have some fun!" He considered killing the kid but decided it'd be a waste of a shell and just turned back to the bar, hopping over it and serving himself from the bottles and jugs behind the bar, ignoring Zett completely for the moment.

The other patrons didn't have such laid-back plans, though. "Hey, you can't- he shot the barkeep!" one rather tall fellow sputtered, waving a heavy blaster in one hand. "Now he's stealing the booze!"

"Someone call the cops!" a woman wailed from her hideout behind a table in the corner.

The rather tall fellow growled in reply to that and strode forward, and a few others took heart from his example and followed. "You got ten seconds to get outta here, pal, before I shoot ya," he declared, pointing the blaster at Romeo.

The assassin eyed the man and his gun, and scoffed. "You'd be dead before you finished pulling the trigger," he said casually, sucking on a bottle of gin. The man's face went red and he made to shoot; the assassin threw the bottle at his head, hard enough the neck lodged through his eye; his hand clenched on instinct and fired a shot anyway, which flew wide to the right and struck a fire alarm on the wall.

"Told ya," Romeo muttered nonchalantly, reaching for a bottle of whiskey as the sprinklers in the ceiling activated. The remainder of the impromptu posse lost heart and fell back, though sirens in the distance indicated the cops were en route. Then .925 woke back up, and the assassin hurried to guzzle the rest of the bottle down before the droid opened fire.

He ended up standing behind the droid once all the firing was done, and he raised his shotgun once again. He didn't say a word, knowing the droid's sensors would react too quickly, instead he just took aim for the back of its "chest" and fired, at point blank range.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Oh great, you shut it down, What'd you do that for? I was gonna have some fun!"
But....But it wasn't me it just shut down.
Zett Replied although the man did not care,
just like any other scum in the Galaxy.
Zett now started to talk to himself.
A self destruct?
then a blaster bolt came buzzing into a fire alarm control panel starting the water sprinklers up.
Zett turned to see the man shoot at the droid from right behind at point blank range.

[Foxfire]

The blasts came hard and fast, thankfully his processors were not in that location just his evo scanners. The blast slammed and rattled .925's armored plating and a small portion found the gaps and did minor damage. With out turning .925 back kicked with his right leg all four feet of it. It allowed the reverse kick to strike out at the attacker and gain forward movement.

Rolling forward still smoking from the blast he put seven feet between them. Standing and turning half way .925 removed his five foot combat sword. Charging another blast he changed his programming to dueling.

How fleshie of you. Are you to drunk or to low on the ape ladder to know what is going on? This place is nothing to one like me. There is not enough flesh here to bother with, bone bag. Our mission is grander than a simple bar fight.

At that .925 turned on his wi-fi for just two seconds and sent the order 66 code to the crate which held the bomb. A distant thud then the wail of distress calls and sirens were heard traveling toward the now burning and half destroyed casino.

Mission one complete. Next the utilities plants and then the port. .. .. .. If you proceed to interfere then we shall do our best to destroy you.

[Karl the Unfettered]

For a second Romeo had no idea what the droid was doing, standing there blabbering after he'd plainly shot it at close range. The thing kicking him knocked him backward, though since it only hit his thigh it didn't hurt as much as it could have. "What the," he said bemusedly as the machine pulled a sword out, the area rumbling as bombs went off in the distance. "Oh no, you are not stealing my gig; blowing places up is my deal!"

The assassin couldn't give a damn about the city or the planet; the drinks were crappy and way too expensive and the casinos were retarded, but he wasn't about to let some stupid machine blow it up for him. "Bring it on, then," he muttered harshly, rolling back the sleeves of his coat to reveal the beskar bracers he wore underneath. Instead of lunging forward for a punch though, he whirled around and took off for the outside while a pair of small objects flew out of his coat toward Zett and .925.

An ion grenade, and a concussion sphere; they both went off in mid-air, just as Romeo turned the corner.

Going out the front door may have been a bad idea, though. "Freeze!" several voices shouted at once, while spotlights converged on him. "Put down your weapons and get on the ground! We will not hesitate to shoot!"

"Wow, y'all came quick," Romeo said half to himself as he put his hands in the air, a ghastly grin showing far too many teeth slowly spreading across his face. "This oughta be fun...."

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

The man threw two grenades blew at the same time the Ion knocked most of Zett's thing offline, though he was badly hurt by the concussion grenade Great Ears ringing, eyes hurting, body lightly burnt.


Zett groaned as he got up to see the other man being surrounded by cops.
What is wrong with him the droid is the enemy not me..... idiot.
Zett couldn't help the man until his own systems reboot not that he deserves the help.

One cop came into the room and came to Zett to arrest him as well.
"Your under arr-"
The cops words were interrupted by a kick to the chest.
Zett checked the blaster he had,
Power supply still works,
hm DC-9 by the looks of it...not bad.

Zett left the crumbling bar threw a hole in the wall still limping but the pain was getting better to Handel.

[Foxfire]

Seeing grenades his logics to him what might be coming had to be either ion, frag, concusion, or thermo. Any of them would be a bother, yet ion were the worst. Taking the precausion for a hard stop it cut it's higher functions going to status mode while the grenades were still in the air if anyone wanted him dead than just after would be the best time.

In the mechanical eye of a droid it watched as the item at hand slowly exploded ever blooming ion wave coming a quarter of an inch for every 25 micro-seconds. The second grenade was not going to harm him when it detonated it was just light and sound. What seemed like ten minutes to a droid was happening in the matter of a blink of an eye. Taking a half step back gave him the last few micro-seconds that were needed to protect it's self.

Cold darkness and fading heat was all that was left for the war droid as a ion protected section counted down the time for the ion static to finished it's effect upon the droid before starting back up. It was just in time to see the second being fleeing through the hole that he had made previously. 'Fleshy' was all it said inturnally, yet silently it was raising it's arms and powering it's weapons. Having it's arm in a lowered firing position it let off a static shock wave toward the now growing group of flesh before him.

It was not fully charged just yet and the same was with him as well. He was able to get his vocals on line first.

You've been warned fleshies My Lady Sith will not be brought down by the likes of some minor flesh and bone. Now Die!!!!

Going to full power .925 raised his arms and blasted the fleshies as they entered the bar and as he did he backed to the gapping holes he made previously for this very event.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"Say, officers, what time is it?" Romeo asked, cocking his head to the side, grinning madly. "Fellas like you, oughta be nice enough to give a fella th-"

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" a particularly angry cop screamed, coming up on the scruffy fellow with carbine at the ready. "LAST WARNING!"

"Piss off," Romeo said genially, waiting for the man to come into range. And he did, angry and confident in the warm gun he held, reaching out to disarm the assassin...

Two seconds later he'd been clobbered so hard his jaw was broken and a hefty concussion was setting in, his own carbine was being leveraged against the corner of his ear and the assassin had an arm around his neck. "Back off!" he shouted at the other cops, twisting the barrel of the gun. "I don't wanna kill this idiot but I will if you don't back off!"

"Not a chance, asshole!" was the reply. "You have ten seconds to release the officer and surrender! NINE! EIGHT!"

This was when .925 blared out and started blasting, providing the police a much more dangerous target; in the confusion, Romeo bashed the unfortunate rookie over the head and slipped away, dropping a few surprises along the way for any who thought they could follow.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett was now seeing the man that had started to get very upset with Zett.

Zett was looking over his systems nothing was on-line but his back up power cell Zett flicked it on-line.

His first system he put on-line was his long range comlink calling his droid that landed with him, his Med droid.

After two minutes the droid made it to him.

"Sir my scans can not find any thing wrong with your body, nothing wrong with your bones ether Sir.
Here take one of these."

The droid handed Zett a Pain killer.

"The pain will subside shortly."

Zett did not argue with the droid after all it was also the Crews Doctor.
Zett swallowed the pill.

Thanks.
Zett told the droid.

The cops were trying to take out the Droid on the inside,
from what Zett saw some of the cops might have got a shot or two in but most were failing.

Zett then set his droid off to the ship and started up his Jet Pack
to insure he would not hit ant traps the cops may have set in order to stop the three from getting out of the cantina.
but

[Foxfire]

The seconds ticked by as the war droid laid waste to all who entered the bar. His internal clock counted to twenty seconds. With enough noise made .925 left by the gapping holes and started blasting those on the other side which weren't many mostly to drunk or stoned out of their fleshies brains to know that death was coming for them.

Working his way to the back doors the war droid silenced his guns and bolted for a better more crowded part of Umgul. There were a few police in his way but instead of shooting them he simply ran them down and smashed them into either the ground below or a solid wall near the two of them. This went on till he was able to make his way to the bombed section of town. Knowing that many armed people would be there he made for higher ground.

Climbing to the top of a mid-level building he scanned the roof top to see if there were any fleshies on the roof. Fiinding none he made quick work of the only entrance to the roof and started ripping equipment from the roof and brought it over to the upper levels nearest to the bombed building and once he gathered enough of stuff he started hurling the parts and pieces of now scrap metal down upon the crowds below. Aiming at it were to herd a groups of people so that when he started firing they would be as circuits on a board.

The chaous that .925 rained down on the fleshies below was a good start and made for a good start but he would have a great time trying to escape from this planet. He though did not really care if he could escape his plan at the moment was to destroy and burn this planet as much as he could.

After a bit the beings below ran few so it was time to flush out more beings and death a bit more death to all that were living. So he went over to an air shaft that went deep into the building and from the heart of the service areas when the power flowed he would start again soon. Setting this building a fire and watch as it slagged around himself.