Never Drink Alone(Karl, Open)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

A Light freighter sat neatly landed in a docking port pad named Star Hunter, as it's captain marched down the loading ramp small T6 unit in tow and in front of his his catch, a Rodian who thought he could escape the Hutts on Nar Shaddaa, The man clad in Armor was mentally looking over his shoulder as he knew how deep in Hutt space he was and how likely he was being fallowed for The bounty on his head. A bounty that started out as small as any placed on a low life, had now gone to something big enough to buy a ship, or four. 80,000 Credits was placed on the head of Zett Rem buy a Hutt named Hebba, mainly for him being an escaped slave and for repeatedly sending the hunters sent after him home to the Hutt in body bags.

But for the time being he had been paid by a small time Hutt who had been working his way up, he was almost done with the job, just had to meet up with a contact, in a Cantina named 'The Wiggly Sarlac' one of the more "Classy" on the planet, if that word could be used. It was a Cantina, a Cantina on a Hutt controlled world, it Was still a scum hole.

The landing complex was conveniently joined with a hotel and the Cantina in question, Zett had aid a bit extra for landing fees but he did that for tow reasons, first, he might need to make a quick get away, Second, the Rodian had friends that would be trying to rescue him and the closer he was to the swap point the less likely he was to be attacked by the nut jobs.

He entered the dimly lit two floor Cantina And the T6 unit stayed right out of the droid scanners and let a small moan out not being able to fallow Zett into the room farther the basically planted himself at the doorway looking around and watching Zett.

Zett looked to the second floor and saw the man he was to meet a tall Twi'lek male Green skinned, who made a nod when Zett made eye contact, and then started to walk his way to the elevator shaft, it took only about two second for it to get to the second level, but it was still there so Zett used it. Then he made his way to the Twi'lek whom he had met only once over a holocom unit when he was told almost last minute where to meet him.

"Ahh you have the man i was informed to retrieve, The Almighty Toran Will be pleased!" The Twi'lek had looked nervous as though his life had depended on the delivery of the Rodian. "Friendly advice, Get away from Hutt space quickly, Hebba and the men who are to bring him back to their own men are going to be looking for you. " Zett then spoke back,
Thanks, but i had been hoping to get a drink, and supplies for my ship before leaving.

Zett would be quick in and quick out, and Hopefully wouldn't be dragged into yet another shoot out.

[Karl the Unfettered]

Classy though the place might have been, it couldn't compare to Coruscanti or even Corellian cantinas for cleanliness and quality of drinks and waitresses. For one thing it was mostly droids here; real females tended to... end badly... on Nar Shaddaa if they had no means of defense. A droid you could hide a shocker on, but arming the service? Not good for business.

So it was that one of the customers, a tall and muscular fellow with an overfull pack, lounged at the main bar on the second floor, idly sipping at some red concoction and keeping an eye on his surroundings. He was reasonably well dressed in a long leather overcoat, although it was buttoned all the way and so you could not see underneath; he was cleanshaven and his hair had been recently cut, exposing a hard face with aristocratic planes and lines, although the effect was ruined by cold blue eyes that put one in mind of serial murderers and terrorists.

"Query: Will Mister Romeo be needing a refill?" one of the droids asked, all smarm and polite condescension. Romeo turned and stared coolly at the machine, and after a few silent seconds the thing's photoreceptors blinked off and on. "Statement: Very well, do not hesitate to ask for assistance if you require it," and then it wandered off to find more amenable barflies.

Romeo just rolled his eyes, watching as some punk in an armor suit dragged a Rodian in through the dim hall and presented before an authoritative-looking Twi'lek. Bounty hunters, he thought with a scoff, having another sip. His drink was half-empty, but he was conserving it; before he would've simply guzzled it down, but he'd been trying to reform himself since certain events had given him some measure of stability.

Not worth recollecting, they were, so he didn't.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett continued with his drink and small snack as he noted a handful of goons burst through the front and T6 commed onto Zett's wrist com unit with a warning beep.

Why...why...why does trouble always fallow me?

Zett recognized the crest some of them wore on their sleeves or other pieces of armor and clothing. Those that where Habba's personal guards.

Zett prepared to make a run for the nearest exit but then found that to be useless as all three exits the front, side, and top floor exit where all guarded by at least one of the brats. Zett sat the helmet back onto his head after one last long drink of his Alderaanian ale and began his quiet stalk through the crowd and shadows, many of the people where fretting about and one of the taller Wequay wearing a Blueish long coat began checking each and every person sitting at each table. Before stopping in the middle of his search getting frustrated and shouted,
"Alright scum we're looking for a Zett Rem, a Bounty Hunter 'bout this tall-" He stopped and put his arm out to just a little above his own head, -Help us, And you don't die, if he comes out then they wont die.

Zett narrowed his eyes as he watched from a shadowed corner of the upper level as he watched the Weequay began to search the faces of the crowd again.



T6 had moved from where he could see him master and over to a computer and plugged into it's mainframe and began hacking past the firewalls until he was able to shut down the lights, which within seconds flickered and went down.


Zett had stepped away from his shadow and shouted down to the group that had now scattered itself looking for him, RIGHT HERE UGLY! No sooner then he shouted did the lights go down for a few seconds, long enough for Zett to power his H.U.D on-line and go to night vision and make his way to the lift where one of the bounty Hunters stood trying to find the light switch, Zett punched him and quickly lat him to the ground and kicked him making sure he didn't try anything and made his way into the still functional turbo lift and went down to the main level, and continued to the next goon and hit him as well. By this point Hebba's men began attacking the first thing that came within sight or arms reach, which didn't go without others fighting back as well.



T6 had held the lights off for a few seconds but fail-safe lighting system came on-line and a stray Blaster bolt destroyed the computer he was tied into, T6 was only Burnt but now Zett would be without his help.


Without warning the lighting came back on as Zett was standing right in front of a Twi'lik that had gotten a little to carried away with the bar fight and attempted to punch Zett, Zett's armor didn't even get dented by the punch and the Twi'lik pulled his hand back out of massive pain. Zett then saw half the bounty hunters turn to him and take aim.

Zett pulled his pistols and took two of them out as he jumped over the Bar counter, as he glimpsed re-enforcements begin entering, and the bar fight having no end in sight.

[Juzt]

Simo, eased himself slowly onto the bar stool. It had been a tiring few weeks. One of the badly constructed service droids meandered up to him. “Query: What can I get you master?” The Rodian's multifaceted eyes regarded the droid with emotionless disregard. His long tendril like fingers dropped a credit chit on to the Droid's tray. “A Ryll beer please.” He intoned softly in Rodese. The droid trundled off quickly. Simo took this moment to observe the room, many species were huddled in groups chattering inanely and becoming increasingly inebriated as they downed drinks of various hues. Smoke trailed and drifted around the Cantina like an ominous cloud. The Droid dropped the Ryll beer in front of Simo and meandered clumsily off with it's awkward gait. Simo took a tentative sip and resisted the urge to wince, it seemed the barman was up to his old tricks of watering the beer.

It mattered not Simo was only really here to watch. It was not for any specific purpose, Simo found it an enjoyable process as much as he found anything enjoyable. His long trip and battle with his human bounty had left him rather drained and he felt like unwinding. There seemed initially to be little of interest, a man in body armour had wondered in, not an unusual sight on Nar Shadaa. He seemed to be deep in conversation with a Twi'lek. There was another human rather muscular lounging around further down the bar. Simo mentally selected the man in body armour to watch. Simo watched him in a 'not watching him kind of way', the ceiling above his head the Twi'lek he was talking to, reflections in glasses. Simo liked to try and guess his purpose, he took another sip of his horrible beer, and sorted through the pockets of his coat in an absent minded way all the while keeping look out. The man seemed to settle after his discussion with some small snack or other and a drink. Simo sighed and lost interest tracing the tattoo that emblazoned his forehead in a darker green than his lightly coloured skin.

Simo was shook back to reality by the changing tone of the chattering in the Cantina, Weequays came in bearing the crest of Haba the hutt. Simo remained perfectly calm and impassive as they came in demanding knowledge of a Bounty Hunter named Zett Rem. To all around him Simo seemed completely disinterested in this latest development but he was in reality now watching keener than before. In Simo's estimation Weequays were incompetent and foolish, and he was surprised a Hutt of Haba's standing had dropped so low as to use such a race. The group dispersed to ask questions of the patrons. Simo again focused on his drink, then hand snapped across sending it smashing to the floor. “Hey you Rodian seen Zett Rem?” Simo said in a reasonable voice “Now there was really no need to knock over my drink. My hard earned credits all over the floor.” He said carefully in Huttese something that the idiot would understand. The Weequay, grabbed the lapels of Simo's jacket and pushed him hard against the wall. Simo grunted quietly, but stared impassively back at his attacker. “Now answer my question!”

“Now just calm down.” Simo stated evenly in the same sort of voice a parent uses to calm down a spoilt child. The Weequay hit him hard across the face, Simo groaned but otherwise remained the embodiment of calm. This Weequay, was a stupid thug, impulsive crude and aggressive. Simo knew he could beat him, he just need the right moment.

“RIGHT HERE UGLY!” came the cry from the armoured man Simo had spotted earlier. The Weequay turned towards the shout, and Simo already had his blaster in hand. He fired a round into the Weequay's stomach and smashed the wounded thug's head against the bar dropping him to the floor. The lights went out, which was useful for Simo being a Rodian as he could see more easily than most. Simo fired without much care into the gaggle of thugs and confused patrons. When the lights came back on , he made to move towards the turbolift only to see it descending already. Simo swore and dived behind and upended table near to it and mashed the keypad, as the inevitable brawl and shootout commenced. An Ithorian was cowering in a corner and an angry Wookiee seemed to be throwing the Weequay around.

Simo heard the faint sound of the Turbolift returning, he kicked the table back into the mele and dived into the turbolift. Leaving on the main floor he was staggered to see the man in body armour easily dealing with more of Haba's goons. Simo made a mental note to be very careful around this guy. The man dived behind the bar and Simo saw why many more of Haba's employees were turning up. For the moment sticking close the the man in armour seemed like a good career move, so Simo dove behind the bar to. He fired a few shots over the top before dropping back down. “I take it they are here for you?” He said in same tone as one might say “Do you know where the toilets are?” Simo regarded the man carefully...