RPlog:Changing The Guard

Sarray strides into the cafe, a few words here and there in a strange tongue to what appears to be traders and he steps aside to let Eithne get a better view. "Dangerous yes." his words are leveled for her to hear alone. "But not by far the most dangerous." he nods to the bartender and gives a gesture of two fingers. "Ale." he calls across.

Eithne steps in along with Sarray and looks around at those she can see through the smoke, and at the shadows of those she cannot. She is sure not to allow her gaze to stay for too long upon any one individual. Nodding at the words spoken quietly for her ear alone she moves farther into the room and toward the bar.

For right now, the entire stinking planet was in one weird state, even Dareus, who doesn't come here often, can tell that. Nearly everyone he walked past, since leaving the starport, seemed to be armed to the teeth, and weary of anyone; prompting the casual looking exile to carry his Bi-polar slung around his shoulder, clearly not hidden under his jacket, for now. Walking into the Meltdown, he takes just a half glance around before moving through the groups of people, heading up to the bar, and just leaning against it for now; his fingers tapping gently on the top of the steel bar before he finally just flags someone down, "Corellian Whiskey." A serving droid mutters something in a steely tone, and moves off to fill the order, having Dareus just turn and lean his back against the ledge while he waits, eyes scanning around the crowd casually.

Sarray leans against the bar and slides one of the ales over to Eithne. "Its odd here this time. seems tense." he looks around the cafe and notes many of the weapons worn openly. "Its always been rugged here, but this is different." he remarks to Eithne and does spare a glance at the new arrival.

Eithne looks over as she hears the word "Corellian" and notices Dareus, and his ill attempt to hide armor under his clothing, but his weapon in the open. Her eyes catch sight of his pendant and being Sarian cannot help but try to make it out in this haze. Failing in her goal, Eithne realizes she has looked at one person now far too long and brings her attention back to her companion and her ale. Taking a cautious sip she nods in agreement. "And yet none seem to know why they feel tense." She slides her hand into the deep pocket of her jacket, playing with something inside.

It's already tense enough everywhere on the planet, although every move Dareus makes seems pre-planned and cautious, still; he looks, or tries to look a little relaxed, glancing at the pair that have the ales, giving them a casual nod, just a friendly hello; before he turns to accept his glass of whiskey, "Just start me a tab for now, I'll probably be here for a while." Letting out a small yawn, he takes a long sip from the well-filled glass, setting it back down and leaning sideways now against the bar, keeping his back basically to no one. He turns back to the serving droid, raising an eyebrow, "What the hell is up with this place? Empire invade without me knowing or what?" (speaking in Sarian)

Sarray eyes the exchange for a moment and the language and then goes back to his drink, not a language he seems to know.

Eithne's ears perk at the sound of someone speaking in Sarian and turns toward Dareus again mistaking his question to be directed at her and not the droid. She speaks quietly and also in Sarian to him in response before turning back to Sarray. Eithne says, ""I had been wondering much the same thin myself. There does seem to be a thicker then normal cloud about the place.""

The doors to the cafe open, and a blue-skinned Twi'lek enters, sporting a heavy blaster at her hip, a nerfhide jacket of the sort worn by arrogant spacers, and the expression and mannerisms of someone who is cocksure of abilities she probably doesn't actually have. Via pauses for a beat at the door, and makes her way to the bar.

He chuckles slightly for a second, taking another sip of his whiskey, turning his head slightly to look at Eithne, and nods, "Definitely. Just one of those things that's unable to be ignored around here." He sets the glass down on the bar, looking around again. "What can you expect though...this dump of a planet always has something about it, but this...just doesn't feel right." He orders another whiskey from droid, "Shoulda kept my ass on Mantell, I guess. Dareus, by the way..." he adds, realizing he's slightly rude for just not introducing himself to the pair, and he extends a hand for a friendly shake, eyes still glancing around the bar, checking out the Twi'lek for only the briefest of moments. (speaking in Sarian)

Eithne looks at the door as it opens and notices a familiar face. She then speaks to the two men with her "I am Eithne. Pleased to meet you. What brought you here from Mantell?"

If the streets of Nar Shaddaa could quake under the foot of a mortal it might be be Thanos' boots that caused it. But there is no shaking, only the hiss of the doors as Nar Shaddaa's future underworld prince regent Thanos shoves his way into the Meltdown. The place is packed, even more so than usual and the buzzing sound of whispers of all manner of rumors reach the Half Theelin's ears. Several of the Meltdown's more street savvy sentients throw their drinks down and leave the cantina quickly. Thanos stands at the door as several people rush by him. A cruel smile on his near human face... After the few have fled he glances at those left, obviously scanning their faces, looking for someone...

Juran has found his way into the Cafe, and is currently dozing in a chair. His feet are up on a table and his helmet is on his lap, a bottle of lum dangling in his hand as he gives a little snore, then a grunt as he snaps up awake, blinking as he looks around. "Wuzzuh.."

Via spots Sarray and flicks a lek in greeting. "She must have really liked your ship," she says, before turning to watch the new arrival briefly. As she catches wind of the general gist of 'how to treat this man', she returns quickly to investigating the bar. It must be really, really fascinating.

Lynae is talking in a quiet aside to Xar'on as they walk toward the entrance to this Cafe that they were pointed toward, her hands tucked easily in the pockets at her sides as she tries to both keep up with the questions he's asking and turn the conversation away from the topic at hand.

Sarray turns slightly at the sudden frenzy of activity and eyes the newest newcomer, a casual brush of his elbow against Eithne's side to draw her attention and then looks at Via. "Well...sometimes a great distance is need to get away...but it doesnt always work." he tips the ale to his lips.

Xar'on seems oblivious to his surroundings as he quietly growls questions at Lynae, entering responses into a datapad violently, occasionally scowling, sometimes nodding. But mostly scowling.

Just a quick shrug, while he takes a long sip from his glass, before Dareus looks back to Eithne, "Well, same as always, shopping for the usual things people buy here, women, booze..." The new arrivals catch his glance for a few moments before his eyes widen for a second, looking at Lynae with a half smile and looking down to make sure he was in his armor, before he calls out to her, "Well well....of all the gin joints in all the galaxy." He finishes his first glass of whiskey quickly, taking the second in his hand, and turning fully to face Lynae, jokingly looking like he's on guard for a punch in the head.

Eithne looks up as her side is brushed for attention. She sees the man who obviously feels as though he should have everyone's attention and awe, even though she doesn't know who he is. Her hand moves inside of her pocket to pull out a small device. Obviously one she knows well how to handle...A holo recorder. She fiddles just slightly with it and then places it in her lap, under her coat, but a part still peeps through. She turns back to Sarray and Dareus. "A friend?" She speaks quietly.

Nothing like a major party to bring out all kinds... Kaitlin had sensed trouble brewing on the Smuggler's Moon, which is why the Side Deck's perimeter security had been turned on all day, and why the ship repair and weapons facility was now closed early, with heavy blast shutters closed. It's also why Kaitlin, owner of said facility, has elected to poke her nose out and walk the streets tonight, accompanied by two large, muscular gentlemen wearing body armor and carrying large, menacing rifles. Arms dealers travel with good equipment, after all. The redhead herself is only wearing her usual clothes and a pistol as she enters the bar, waving her minions to find someplace quiet to put themselves as she scans the room, noting familiar faces and not so familiar ones. She's not looking for trouble, but she's expecting to find it somewhere on the Moon tonight. When she sees Juran, she quietly makes her way in his direction and gives his chair a light kick of greeting.

Juran gives out a grunt, before there's a series of clatters and smashes as he flops out of the chair and lands on his side, his bottle of Lum held aloft so it isn't smashed. He mumbles and groans as he shifts up onto his feet, picking up his helmet as he takes a swig of his bottle. "Oi.. git." He nods his head in greeting at Kaitlin, before he shoves his foot under his chair and shoves it up again, then flops back down on it. "How's m'tab at the Side Deck again..?"

"I haven't even had you yet," Via quips to Sarray, smirking. "You're supposed to say that sort of thing after that. Then we can hate each other and have a famous rivalry. Not because I hurt your feelings with a snide comment." As Kaitlin enters with cavalry, she sets a hand on her pistol, and seems to tense. Even the unbearably smug can apparently smell trouble.

Frowning at the rush of people that try to squeeze through the door at the same time, Lynae takes a few hasty steps out of the way, bumping into Xar'on in the process and jostling the datapad he's entering information into in the process. She apologizes in a low voice, answers his question in the same tone and turns back toward Dareus with a slow shake of her head, "Fancy meeting you here," she replies before giving him a narrow eyed look, one hand forming into a fist and she gives him a mock punch on the shoulder, "goon," she states with a faint smile. "Friend, yes," she replies to the woman beside Dareus before her gaze sweeps around the room. She pauses and briefly surveys the tall dark haired man in black then turns back to wonder at the reactions, "Okay.. why the mass exodus?" she inquires softly, one eyebrow arching upwards.

The Meltdown Cafe was a hardened bar for spacers of all shapes and sizes but not many people knew how much it would take a rough crowd on the verge of tension to be pushed right over the edge. At any moment places like this as well as the whole moon could erupt with one well placed spark.

One spark...

Then standard minutes ago a group of vigilantes and a Sith decided it was time for a new leader on Nar Shaddaa. For about the last ten standard minutes the sounds of running, blaster fire, things breaking, swoops, and other assorted signs of violence have been growing with steadier. That noise ripples through the cafe now with a major explosion just outside the doors that send the establishment a tremble that shakes beverages and tables. A thin haze begins to fill the bar near the front and there was silence for a few seconds, only a few seconds.

The shouting and blaster fire that followed sounded like a few hundred people were fighting outside, there was more, the clash of vibroblades, the *WOMPHF* sound of Grenade launchers and cursing in every language from Corellian to Wookiee.

The door is knocked off the hinges of the cafe as a body flies into the room only to be stopped by a few snapping tables as a human male slides against the ground. Tyler Damion coughs spiting blood down beside him as he looks down at his stomach, "Blast he can punch." He flips around for his weapons and sighs as he looks up to see what sent him through the door-

A wookiee closer to nine feet tall and wider than the door bends down and steps into the establishment. His fur was black and his eyes were wide with rage as he lets out a loud growl. He was wearing chainlinked armor and carrying what looked more like a war club, a large peace of wood with a single spike out one end. Behind him the streets were now virtually on fire and speeders were crashing nearby. The sounds and explosions rock the entire moon as every level begins to move into a full on civil war.

The old Corellian rises to his feet wiping his mouth and sighing, "Alright! Let's go!" No doubt speaking to the wookiee, but before he can continue the area behind the wookiee fills with all his friends, about thirty thugs wielding various weapons from knives, rocks, blasters, and heavy blaster rifles, "Oh there your friends are." He sighs.

The wookiee charges and so do his thugs, attempting to converge on a single person, but certainly not going to stop with that they would kill anyone they even thought was in their way one of the thugs yells, "Kill them all!! We don't know who to trust!"

Xar'on mutters a particularly vile obsenity as Lynae's bump causes him to mis-enter some data. He glances up at the commotion, blinks, then turns to Lynae and grumbles, "Alright, unbutton yer shirt."

Sitting to one side of the cafe, a rather withdrawn fellow rests at a table. Raven hair slicked back and to his head, the man's gaze lifts as the sounds of commotion begin to stray in from the outside, and eyes fall upon the human thrown through the door. No emotion, nor does he move as the Wookiee steps in. He merely sits, watching.

Yet, as the call goes up to 'Kill them all', his eyes narrow a fraction, and he clears his throat. Hand drawn from beneath his trench, a Bi-Polar Blaster Carbine is produced, and aimed for the lead Wookiee. Wasting not an instant, the man, Tritus by name, though none know him, squeezes the trigger, letting fire only moments after the call went up.

Sarray spins instantly at the crashing body, his right hand flicks back snapping the helmet forward and locks it into place. "Behind the bar Ms Tamsis!" his left hand slips back and slides a weapon forward, from beneath the poncho

"Never better," Kaitlin replies to Juran with a cheerful tone that doesn't reach her eyes. Right before all hell breaks loose, or at least... a table breaks. Her eyes move back toward Juran as the wookiee turns up and her pair of gunmen arrive to cover their boss. "Juran, up and at 'em. We've got a storm blowing through the Moon," she says crisply, turning to survey the wookiee and his friends. Looks like they've made a choice easier. "Time to be alive," she adds, nodding to her guards and drawing her Kylan. "Shoot to kill, try to keep Damion in one piece."

Eithne looks up as the woman answers her question but in a manner that leaves her wanting to ask what the answer meant....and then the explosion comes, knocking her right off her stool and into where Dareus had been sitting only a moment before. This, of course, knocks the recorder off her lap. Instinct moves her to quickly reclaim the device and she tries to manoeuvrer into a corner or behind the bar even as she hears her previous companion shouting something at her in the noise. Hoping it wasn't something foolish like, come save me, she moves to where she can hide, but still record what is happening...She is sure to get a promotion...if she survives long enough to get this footage to IGN!

"Looks like we're friends, now," Via says in Sarray's general direction, slipping into her native tongue as her eyes widen with fear and she draws her blaster. "I hope you're as good with a blaster as you are annoying." She fires off a few shots towards the Wookiee, probably because he's the biggest.

Years of training pounded into Lynae's skull compels her to turn toward the door while, at the same time, grab a hold of Xar'on's elbow and try to drag him away from the door as the room shakes and the door is knocked off it's hinges due to the body that soared through it, tables breaking his fall. She tenses visibly, taking a measured step backwards and trying to blend into the crowd as first Tyler and then the rest of the thugs enter through what's left of the door frame, "Doc, I don't think this is a good time for the post-op analysis," she mutters to Xar'on and takes another cautious step back, reaching out that same hand she used to tug on Xar'on's sleeve to smack Dareus's shoulder, "You don't think 'exit, stage left' is a good idea, I take it?" she mutters before resting one hand on the hold out blaster concealed beneath the edge of her vest, her hand brushing past the medpac she carries in the process. "Marvellous," she mutters.

Among the 'thugs' under Tyler's command is one particular thug that's rather well known. How he ended up with this gaggle is a mystery to most but it made total sense to others. Axel Vichten was taking up the rear, an HM-100 Riot Stun gun in his hands and a set of high tech enhanced armor covering his body. While the riot gun wasn't designed to kill, it could easily disable multiple foes, allowing the blade wielding thugs to simply cut them down. A look of sadistic glee encompasses the pilot's face. Why should he restrict his actions to space combat when he could just as efficiently assist on the ground.

Cade had been sitting at the bar just minding his own business as the sounds erupted outside. Showing no emotion with his shades, as always, over his eyes he just takes another swig of his corellian ale and just stares forward. Suddenly as the man comes skidding into the room he takes another drink and slowly turns around on his stool. As the large beast walks into the room followed by others he slowly reaches for inside his bantha leather jacket as the scream, "Kill them all" erupts. Drawing his blaster from it's sling he brings it to bear on anyone that would approach him.

Juran might be a drunk. But 'Kill them all!' makes him react. He pushes himself from his chair and dives over his table, yanking it with him as he then planks his helmet on top of his head. He shifts, grabbing ahold of his which dangles around his armour. "I WAS DRINKIN'!" He shakes a fist, then reaches behind him, taking out a circle cylinder from the pouch he has behind his back. He slams the cylinder into the ZCF and takes aim, then pulls, taking a step back. "I'd duck, y'know." He pulls on the trigger of the ZCF, and then turns to find more cover as a large slug is fired toward the crowd, and the Pirate ducks back into his cover again.

Moving away from the door, as the violence of the streets erupts into the Meltdown Cafe the tall Half Theelin hefts a huge Bi-Polar blaster and moves towards the bar keep. Unleashing with a vicious spray of blaster fire the tender is reduced to a smoking heap behind the counter. Turning briefly as he hears Tyler's voice and the command from Grubba's loyal hit squad he spins around and does his best to cover Tyler as he gets to his feet. "Glad to see you could make it Bob." Thanos laughs but he is quickly rushed by several well armed hutt guards. Levelling the carbine at his attackers they too are mowed down in short order. As the blaster fire reflects in Thanos eyes a smile stretches across his face once more. "Listen up!" He addresses the crowd which is quickly becoming frantic. "Either get out or get shooting!" The windows of the Cafe don't last long as sentients use them for escape exits. "Thanks for dropping in Bob. Just in time!"

Xar'on casually shakes Lynae's grip from his elbow, and looks from the battered doorway, the battered man, and the screaming wookie. He looks down at Lynae and grunts, "Where in the hell did you bring me?" as he makes a half-hearted attempt to crouch down. He absent-mindedly yells, "Go kill your self you ".

Sarray growls through the comlink and begins to unleash precise shots, the SS-V wasn't a knock down weapon. But destroyed leg joints didn't support their hosts that well. He fires from the hip.

The battle had reached the bar with a frightening effectiveness. Everything drifts into slow motion as everyone in the bar reaches for weapons pulling out a very elaborate array of weaponry. The bartender falls to dust from Thanos, the type of man who just wants to get the action going no matter the cost. The Hutt's soldiers standing in the doorway and now Thanos and his group inside the bar, the hutt aligned bartender was a good kill.

Tritus' shot from the bipolar seeks out the wookiee but the wookiee was fast and dives forward toward the prone Tyler, who was going by Tatooine Bob today. His shot does hit another thug behind the Wookiee putting a double-fist sized hole in his chest as he falls lifeless.

Tatooine Bob gulps reaching for a small metallic cylinder at his side and pulling it off his belt attempting to ignite his weapon and take on the Wookiee, but blast he was fast the Wookiee's free hand knocks the saber right out of his hand sending it spiraling off into a panicked crowd and his other arm, with the weapon comes down intent on putting Bob into the next level. Lucky he was fast rolling away in time to avoid the impact, and it was fierce. The club slams into the deck plating here tearing a hole in the floor the size of two human heads. The Wookiee was famous here, he was known as Xanzar and he was Grubba the Hutt's primary bodyguard and general.

Bob (or Tyler) grabs his Bipolar from his holster setting it for full power and raises it up trying to get a shot off before the Wookiee could finish him off.

The Hutt's thugs charge on the bar patrons shooting their blasters, and then there was another moment of silence as Juran greeted the wear with a ZCF and a loud and deafening *BOOM* sounds throw the bar picking up debris and sending it and a few thugs in all directions splattering blood across people in a twenty meter radius (most of the area of the bar).

Bob sighs looking in disbelief as he finds himself in the air again, but out of a tumbling Wookiee's grasp as he slams into a back wall with a sickening *THUD* sliding down behind the bar, "Nice shot.." he mutters the dead bartender breaking his fall.

Once the first shot is fired, Tritus grabs the table, hefting it, and bringing it up as cover. Just in time, it turns out fortunately, for several blaster shots break into it. Little good will it prove against repeated shots, but for the moment, it is the best he has.

With a grunt, he hefts himself up, blaster carbine in hand, and takes a shot at the nearest hostile-looking target, ducking once more behind the bar, and using any reflective surface within his sight to keep an eye on the movements near to him.

Sarray lifts the SS-V to his shoulder and takes a careful shot at the most powerful weapon being wielded by the opposition. This shot is for the shoulder joint. The sleek little weapon flashes as the blast lances forward.

He quickly shakes his head at Lynae, "Oh no way...bigass carpet over there just threatened my ass." Dareus starts to almost laugh, even though the situation is quickly boiling to lethal, and he quickly whips his coat off, leaving him just in his normal clothing, that only partially conceals his armor, unslinging and handing a shotgun to Lynae, "If you're gonna be in a gunfight...avoid the sissy-pistol." He winks at her before his carbine levels up in a militaristic stance, glancing over at Axel, for only the briefest of moments, speaking to him while his eyes bring his bi-polar back to bear on the people that just knocked the Corellian in, "Talk about a family reunion...back together again, we gotta get some normal days...you realize." Watching the Corellian, he raises an eyebrow, seeing him move, and the cylinder go flying, something about it seeming all too familiar to him for now. Something clicks in his head, and he starts to shoot some covering fire toward the door, moving into the crowd, and general area searching the floor for something, pushing unarmed civilians out of the way, "NO BLASTER? GET THE HELL DOWN AND OUTTA THE WAY!" He kicks someone almost out of the way, before finding what he was looking for, taking the cylinder from the floor, and looking toward where 'Tatooine Bob' landed, firing a few shots again aimlessly at the door, extending his hand that holds the cylinder to him, and chuckling, "I think you dropped something..."

Kaitlin isn't the sort to stay and get shot at.. that's what she pays her enforcers large salaries for. So after a few shots from her Kylan, and a lot more from the heavy rifles her entourage are sporting, she kicks a table near the bar over, using her bodyguards for cover until there's room for all three of them to shoot from. Now that she's had some time to look at the attacker more closely... she recognizes the wookiee, just as anyone who pays attention to the Hutt organizations(IE: anyone with a brain on the Smuggler's Moon) would. She raises her voice over the cacophony of blaster fire. "The Side Deck is paying five thousand for the wookiee's intact head!" That should make things even more interesting, dangerous as it is to make such offers.

Now covered in bartender gore, Eithne moves to leans around the corner pulling out her blaster in one hand and her recorder in the other. Trying to focus in on the fight, though at first it is hard to tell who is brawling as an innocent bystander and who is fighting for...well...who knows what this fight is truly about. She films the flying Tyler/Bob who lands very close to where she is hiding and realizes that suddenly she is now in a very bad place.

Via moves to duck behind the bar, firing her Kylan-3 in the general direction of the thugs as she withdraws. As she ducks out of sight, she hears Kaitlin's call, and shouts, "I think that would be mine!", peeking around the corner and aiming a careful shot at the Wookiee's torso. She does not, apparently, have a will to live.

"What do you mean 'what did I get you into'?" Lynae demands of Xar'on, sending him a look that is half chagrin and half guilt before she leans suddenly to the side to avoid getting caught in cross fire. She gets the ridiculous hold out blaster out of it's holster, fumbles with it and realizes that the energy cell on the darned thing is dead. Stuffing it back into the holster, Lynae accepts the shotgun from Dareus and quickly familiarizes herself with it. "Marvellous," she says before issuing a few choice phrases in a handful of languages, crouching down again and meeting Xar'ons eyes, "You either have to get out of here and find something to get behind, or you're going to get shot," she says to him in a low voice that barely carries over the ruckus that the room is becoming. As soon as Dareus starts to move through the room she immediately follows suit, shadowing him and firing on the thugs that look so intent and eager that it's easy to fire one stun round after another. She wastes a quick glance at Bob before sending a show past him toward another patron with a weapon and no real sense of aim.

Axel gets pushed to the side, but remains on his feet as the concussion from the grenade whips past him. The only saving grace for the man was the servo-assisted armor he is wearing. The large riot stun blaster comes to life, it's wide spread shots taking several bystanders down that happen to be in the path of the large wookiee. Finally, a full auto blast hits the two meter tall carpet and Axel's sadistic smile broadens. Not many beings in the galaxy could withstand the nerve-disabling effects of the high powered weapon. Axel's cheer comes up short though as he is rushed from the side by a seedy little bothan. "Dammit," he says as the furball smashes into the heavy armor and nearly causing the man to lose his balance. A buttstroke to the Bothan's head sends him down and Axel begins maniacally bashing the alien's skull with the butt of the rifle. It doesn't take long before there is a menacing *crunch* as the skull actually caves in. Blood and grey matter splatter all over the mercenary's face as he curses the creature and keeps bashing away, having for the moment forgotten about anyone else.

Juran remains ducked behind cover as some blood splatters above him, and he peeks up, his helmet hiding his features before he ducks back down as a blaster bolt goes overhead. "OI!" He leans up, placing his ZCF against the table he uses as cover for support, firing off yet another explosive shell over at one group of thugs. "THAT ALMOST 'IT ME!" The man gets a few more shots fired at him, and the Pirate lets out a tirade of curses as he ducks back into cover. "Five thousan'!? Oi!" He tries to pick himself up for another shot at the wookie, but a blaster bolt skims over his shoulder, marking his armour and sending him thumping back to the ground. ".. Bloody 'ell.." He then hears yet another *BOOM!* and some blood patters the ground nearby the Pirate. "AHA-Ack! 'ells!" He scrambles to hide fully behind his cover as he gets shot at a little more. "SHOOT AT SOMEBODY ELSE!"

The carnage level in the cafe raises so high that soon the floor is slick and hard to walk on. Thanos takes a step forward his lead leg nearly sliding out beneath him. Many more of Grubba's men needed to eliminated and a hefty number of them were outside. Thinking quickly Thanos glances for a way out, a large hole created by a club would be just the escape route he would need. He slips and slides across the floor. But before he can reach the hole a gigantic trandoshan steps in Thanos' way, its huge ugly feet grasping the ground firmly beneath it. "This is where your coupe fails Thanos. You are too big for your own bri-" Before Thanos has a chance to react a sizzling blaster bolt from nearby causes the trandoshan to collapse, breathing no more. "Well, that was easy." Thanos glances at those under attack by the hutt's soldiers. He does his best to level the playing field but the small group is vastly out numbered. "I want 7 of you with me!" Thanos barks at the surrounding crowd. He doesn't care who comes along but there was work to be done outside. "If you don't fall in behind me or Bob I'll consider it treason and end your miserable life right here!"

Xar'on apparently ignores Lynae's advice and checks to ensure she is under some sort of cover, before standing and searching the surroundings for wounded. Spotting a downed combatant close by, he makes his way for the casualty, the old man calmly walking through the chaos with a slight crouch, stepping over debris, and forcing his way through a few fighters, with no apparent concern for his own safety. When he reaches the man, he crouches down and starts to look him over, checking vitals while occasionally sparing a glance around the room to make sure blaster fire isn't landing too close to inconvenience him.

Why is it that where ever Lon goes, someone is shooting a damned blaster? Well.. on this planet you shouldn't expect too much otherwise. None the less, it's not a comforting sight as Lon hits the frame of the entrance to the cafe with his shoulder, cursing loudly between his teeth. "Of all the bright ideas, idiot." Lon's arms are occupied, one with a large rifle, the other with a woman. The later he slings back toward the cover of the entrance, placing himself between him and her as a bolt from a carbine strikes metal right against the frame where he stands. ”Not a damned place to hide for cover hun! Seems like everyone here has got an itchy trigger finger tonight. Sorry..." the last he says with a sheepish grin, another bolt searing past him.

Hardly one to be skiddish around such things, the auburn haired woman smiles back slightly, flinching as the blaster bolt hits near them. "Well, nothing you can do about it..." She ducks low, cursing the fact as she touches the tiny blaster pistol at her side, "Navigators don't generally need firearms.." The deep green body suit and flared vest fits snuggly to her and she lowers, the boots melding into leggings as emerald eyes scan for anyone aiming there way. She unclips her pistol and holds it at ready, aimed upward anyways, no need for an accident. "Perhaps we should go?" She smiles and presses back as she is nearly singed. "By the stars!"

The Battle as getting ugly but the Wookiee was a big target and he was taking a lot of shots, but for some reason he keeps coming toward the bar breathing heavy as another shot lances off his shoulder and he turns back stumbling for a moment. Tatooine Bob's eyes were large as the twin suns of his namesake. He checks his weapon raising it toward the Wookiee and firing a quick shot off. He misses but the sheer concentration on him would be enough to slow him down.

He gives Eithne a lopsided grin and a wink, "Why hello there!" he pulls some hair out of his face as he takes the cylinder from Dareus and give him a questioning lance. He uses the former Ambassador's shoulder to pull himself to his feet holstering his blaster, "That's the spirit, old friend." He chuckles now, the lust for battle was putting him in a good mood, "Thanos!! Split up, get half these people down the hole the Wookiee drilled in the floor, divide the enemy!"

His crew would stand with him, "We'll push them out into the streets now." His eyes grow serious as he ignites his weapon with a familiar *SNAP-HISS* and the brilliant white blade erupts from the hilt, "Alright, payback." He wheezes and vaults onto the bar batting back enemy blaster bolts.

The Wookiee finally takes one two many shots as the bar hears the call for money and he is peppered until all there was left was a smoking corps that was tattered and full of holes, ironically as prescribed his head was still intact.

Tritus', Sarray's, Via's, Lynae's, Axel's all their shots were ringing true as the battle rages on, "If you want to fight with Tatooine Bob!! Form up around the bar we're charging these Sithspits!"

Sarray does a quick scan of the area, the optics of the enhanced armor filtering through the smoke and haze. "Tamsis...you alive?" he clicks through the comlinks. And then begins to asses the situation.

Hearing the chance at another couple of thousand credits, hell, making him feel like he's getting paid for just saving his own skin; Dareus quickly grins, and partially crouches on the ground, only slightly behind cover, but then again, he's got a good carbine. "Dammit!" he mutters while the furry beast hits the ground, "There goes my new ship mods." While Lynae moves past, he quickly brings his bi-polar to bear toward the door, and a Trandoshan, casually mentioning with a wry grin, "This is starting to really piss me off." Pulling the trigger, he sends the charged shot from the barrel toward the large alien, sending parts of what used to be its chest cavity against the wall, quickly standing up to move again, keeping a quick glance around the room to watch anything that was a threat, and a vantage point for his next shot. "Lyn, don't you dare get shot, you gotta patch me up, not the other way around." Another quick few shots from the carbine erupt as he moves behind the bar, slipping a bit on the blood coming from the corpse, but laughing as he conveniently makes a large hole in the head of one of the Gamorreans that come charging into the bar, "Two down....thousand to go, I guess..." He seems to mutter to himself as he jokingly keeps score, walking behind the bar, just a few feet behind the man with the lightsaber, Dareus nods quickly, "Not a problem" Moving to find another partially shot up table, he taps his grenades, "My Lord." That simple phrase makes him grin for a few moments, but shakes it off quickly, "Lynae, extra shells in my coat back there if you need them." His steps are careful, not minding the floor, but watching the entrance instead, his carbine still partially up, and ready to fire at the first thing that moves.

Eithne stood up, pulling out a strap to attach the recorder to her head-gear so that she could better use the blaster in her hands if need be. She turned her head so that she captured all of the faces on the film and the destruction of the bar. Then she turns to Sarray. "No one managed to even scratch me." Of course she hid behind the bar while the others fought, but no sense mentioning that small, unimportant detail. "I am here at the bar near Ty...Bob." Her recognition of the man who stood atop the bar as a different man may mean something, may not - but could just be that she is a good reporter. Hearing the man she just recently met, Dareus, refer to him as "My Lord" doesn't make her question "Bob" but it does earn Dareus a little more interest....

Lynae keeps a wary eye on Dareus and Tyler as the battle seems to split into two messy halves. She adjusts her grip on the shotgun and fires on another one of the aggravated looking thugs. Her expression is remote, eyes cold and her aim careful so as to make her shots count as she fires another round at the thug looming over Xar'on as he tends to one of the wounded, protecting him as he works even as she lines up on a new target, "Get close enough and even my aim isn't that bad," she mutters before nodding toward Bob in greeting. "Objective?" is her one word question, her free hand drawing the vibro-scalpel from its concealed place at her hip, checking it over with a brief glance before returning it to it's easy to reach position at her side. She nods toward Dareus, frisking his coat once she finds it and retrieves the extra shells he carried, tucking hand fulls into her pockets before she grumbles something and picks up his coat and shrugs into it, spacing the shells around the pockets for easier use.

The Bothan was barely recognizable when Axel finally stands back up. Axel himself was barely recognizable as he was covered in blood and brain matter from head to toe. The sturdy riot gun in his hands didn't seem any worse for wear as he slaps a fresh magazine of stun charges into it. There is a crazed blood-frenzied look to his glowing eyes that give off a rather disturbing aura to even those that know him well. Very few people in the galaxy have ever seen the man in such a state of mind, and even fewer are still alive to tell about it. As the Sith states the command, Axel turns to face the door, dropping the heavy blaster to a one handed grip, only capable due to the servo-assisted strength of the armor. His free hand pulls a flash grenade from it's spot on his armor and Ax triggers the fuse mechanism, though he does not remove his finger from the actual trigger. "I have it covered," he says loudly, the sadistic smile even more noticeable, his white teeth showing in contrast to the blood covering his face. With an over exaggerated arc of the arm, he lobs the awkward flash grenade through the door itself. If there is anyone beyond it, the extreme intensity flash will have them blinded for a rather long time. "Door cleared," Axel yells back to Tyler. At least he didn't use the thermal detonator, right?

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on whose side you're on), Xar'on's patient is dead, his chest smoldering from a direct blaster hit. Xar'on searches the body quickly for any kind of identification. Finding none, he stands at a half-crouch and scans the room, turning from side to side as he tries to spot other fallen combatants amidst the chaos. He spots the large group exiting, but makes no attempt to join them; instead, he makes his way to a casualty near the bar, ducking just in time to avoid blaster fire that would have surely taken his head clean off. The move is clumsy, however, and he trips up on broken furniture, sliding to a halt against the ruins of the bar. Muttering obscenities, he continues to crawl toward his target on hands and knees.

There was still fighting outside, it could be heard, and it was on all levels including in the atmosphere. Watching the moon from orbit it was virtually erupting into flames. He clicks his comlink, "The entire system is locked down by the ships in orbit, no one is leaving until we complete our mission." Bob says firmly unholstering a weapon and offering it to Eithne to use, "We've got to kill Grubba the Hutt, and then we will install that gentleman, Thanos as the new leader of the moon."

Axel's grenade stuns the group as the Sith politely gestures for everyone to move up to the front of the bar, to where Axel is, "We're going to fight our way into the Hutt sector, and the resistance will gradually increase the closer we get to Grubba's palace." He smirks naturally, "Couldn't ask for a better group of commandos though, and look-" he gestures to all the blood, "we are already camouflaged."

Outside the battle was picking up again and there was a line forming and another rush about to happen on the bar. Tyler points, "Get ready. We're going to have to stand one more charge before we can get moving. I suggest we take our shots and hope to thin them down before they get in here on us." The windows of the establishment had been blown out already and there was plenty of cover. Blaster fire begins to belt the front of the Meltdown Cafe from the outside as Tyler puts his lightsaber back on his belt and draws a rifle off his shoulder and checks the powercell, "Alright good hunting."

Sarray offers a casual nod to Eithne and Bob, then moves to a flanking position on the entrance door. His right hand drops and pulls a knife free of its sheath and stabs it into a nearby table. Handy if someone manages to close.

As he steps into what was somethings' head, it's not really looking like any single species at this point, he shakes his head, "Another pair of boots, this brain crap never gets off the leather." Dareus adjusts two grenades for easy access by the holster on his belt, moving with several crunches and disgusting sounding steps he runs his hand along his belt, feeling the extra blaster packs, letting out a sigh of relief, turning his head for a moment to avoid and reflected flash from Axels' grenade. While he nods listening to the man's orders, he grins a bit, and starts to head toward the door, cautiously, almost muttering to himself, "Dear Mom....helped out the Sith today, so much for being exiled completely, it would seem...nothing like being an exiled Commando" A little laugh leaves his mouth, while he lowers the Bi-Polar and pulls a glop grenade from the side of his holster, flinging the pin somewhere and looking around, "No one head outside yet...this bastard gets pretty sticky from what I've heard." He cooks the fuse on the grenade for a few seconds, quickly whipping it outside the door, laughing a little ecstatically as the glop explodes outside the door, "Hunting? Hell with that, I'm turning that into a mynock shoot before they get too close." With the grenade flying out the window, his carbine levels against his shoulder, keeping a close eye on any sounds and movement.

Eithne does the opposite of the others. She hits a few buttons on her camera to send off the feed that she has taken and then moves to the back of the room and adjusts some furniture into a corner that she may hide behind and aim her blaster through the bits of table. Calmly and gracefully, she moves over the furniture and crouches down into them. Not quite the damsel in distress image, but certainly not looking to be the risk taker either.

Rubble, shattered glass, splattered body parts and slick blood that smells both warm and faintly metallic along with the other not so nice smells of carnage reach Lynae's senses as she crunches her way across the floor. She moves first to stand beside Dareus, "You're a walking arsenal," she comments calmly while staring at Tyler. "Other than the mob and the hutt's personal guard, does he have any extra defenses we're going to encounter? And who has a map of the complex, if the hutt is going to try to escape, then there may be a secondary approach vector to consider." she asks quietly before turning toward Xar'on and saying, "You've got to decide what you're going to do, doc. Either come with us and be in the line of fire, or fall back and stay with the wounded. Either way, you either need to get armed or get under cover," she says in a low blunt voice.

Axel gives a sinister grin to Tyler and a nod. Normally, he'd never be one to take point, but this time he almost insists on it. As soon as Dareus's grenade goes off, Ax jumps out the door and lets loose with several shots from his riot-gun. Collateral damage wasn't his concern, nor was there a care as to who he hit. It wasn't a member of his immediate group, then it must be an enemy. "All clear," he yells back. Those not caught in the glop grenade's blast were quickly stunned by the blasts from the heavy stun weapon. Several new scorch marks pock the armor covering the smuggler's torso. No, there was something new to the man, as he seemed to revel in the deaths of so many. "Be warned, none here are dead, or most aren't." To prove a point, he steps over to an incapacitated Duros, and using the heel of his armored boot, stomps on the alien's jaw. "But, they aren't fighting."

Xar'on reaches the casualty and pulls him behind the cover of an overturned table. He slams his medpac on the ground and pops it open, picking out items without looking as he assesses his patient. As he begins to apply a field dressing to the abdomen with obviously skilled hands, he yells to no one in particular in his gruff voice, "Will you damn sons o' whores keep the frakkin' ruckus to a silent roar so I can friggin' work over here!" He checks the person's vitals one last time before rearing his grizzled head up and searching for his next patient. His cool, gray eyes scan the room carefully, and the expression on his face seems to be one of aggravation. He manages to catch a snippet of Lynae's comment and replies with a scowl, which, unfortunately is his default expression, so could mean anything.

The crowd outside charges the bar with a deafening roar as they move rapidly across the street full of burning speeders and rubble. Suddenly Dareus' glop grenade ensnares a good portion of them leaving them laying in a hardening solution pinning them to the ground, the entire front line immobilized in a second. What was left of the charge was brought down quickly by combined blaster fire and Axel's stun weapon. The Hutts were sending everything they had to prevent this coup, thousands of beings of all races were hitting to the streets looking for them.

Bob as he was going by now raises his rifle and simply begins the autofire hitting everyone trapped and focusing on the helpless, "War is tough." He smirks taking a smoke from his pocket and lightening it. His rifle's action pushing back on his shoulder, "Alright the Hutt isn't escaping, Axel and I took care of that, we locked the system down with a small fleet. He won't get off world and he knows it. Thanos and his group are out there clearing most of the streets, and word is the gangs in the lower levels are joining in support of him, the numbers are turning. What we need to focus on is those people stunned and wounded. They aren't any use to us alive. Clean up your mess Axel."

The remaining thugs not stunned or caught by Dareus' glop grenade, a few dozen at this point, scatter. What is left outside is a pile of bodies and blood running down the streets and forming puddles where rain would. Tyler takes a draw from his smoke and looks at everyone. Xar'on was working on someone on the ground and the Sith walks over and crouches down, "Friend or foe?" his tone was rather harsh and unyielding.

Tyler throws Dareus his comlink, "Message Thanos that the Cafe is clear."

The sounds of explosions and fighting from below and above doesn't stop, they were safe for now but how long safety would last isn't for certain.

Sarray clicks on his external mic and keeps a steady aim at the door. "If you have a plotted course to the objective...a few orbital salvos along that course could soften the way." his voice has a metalic twang as it clicks through the come system. " We arrive right on the heels of the blast, those who survive would still be scattered and easy targets." clearly he is speaking to Bob and spares a quick glance toward Eithne

Dareus racks the charging mechanism on his carbine, just to reiterate to himself that it was ready to go, himself, rocking back and forth slightly ready to go running out that door firing shots. He looks at Axel for a second, "Yeah; alive...who cares, they can get killed while unconscious, I say we just run out there and kill us an overgrown lump of stink." Grinning at Lynae for a moment, "Not really an arsenal, this is just what I take when I go for a drink....you should see when I go for combat." He leans out the door slightly, seeing a few trapped beings in the glue or unconscious, firing quick shots into their head, "Too bad, they're on the wrong side." Dareus quickly fires a few more shots, spraying brain matter across the mix of goop already on the outside pavement, "Remind me to care one day." Walking back in, he quickly catches the comlink mid-air, "Thanos, this is the Cafe. We're clear and secured, ready to move." He leaves the link open, and waiting for any reply, holding it with the supporting hand of his carbine, "I love these little drinks that we seem to have since my exile Lord Malign." He chuckles a bit, but ominously sounds respectful; he's not sounding as if it's out of fear for his own life, but as if he feels like he's back in the past for the briefest of moments.

Eithne stands again....not really sure at this moment what is actually happening, why people were fighting, or what it was that they were planning to do next, but it seems as if she was the only one who did not know that...She looks to each person in the room and wonders if it was simply the smell of death that united them...if the wookie had screamed out "5000 for Bob's head....what would have happened? She catches Sarray's glance and nods to him.

Lynae follows Tyler's progress through the room as he moves over to crouch beside Xar'on, hastily moving in that direction as well. She dispatched a few of the wounded hutt thugs along the way, each shot with cold calculation as she reloads the shotgun and stands beside Xar'on with a faintly worried look in her eyes as she waits for Xar'on's reply to Tyler's question.

Xar'on looks up at the man and recognizes him as the lightsaber wielder. He snort loudly, then spits something vile onto the ground between them. A bottle of pale amber liquid sits miraculously atop a table, and Xar'on casually grabs it and takes a pull. "He ain't either one, boy. He's my patient," he growls, standing tall and looking Tyler squarely in the eye.

Tyler's hazel eyes were stone cold as the chaos around them settles down, "Pick up a few chairs, the boss is returning." He gestures to the group. He gives Xar'on a faint nod and clasps him on the shoulder, "Fair enough, Doctor, I won't get in your way." He steps back and moves toward the bar, "Alright everyone listen up, Thanos is going to discuss our next objectives, interesting how an army gets born from accident." He smirks looking over and Eithne and leaning in to whisper, "If they would have said 5000 for Bob, I'd say there would be more dead bodies here, and I wouldn't be one of them." He says darkly.

Returning from the street, Tritus seems little phased by all the carnage. His Bi-Polar Blaster Carbine held at his side, the man clad in black enters once again, glancing about, before he moves over to the bar. Stepping behind it, he begins rummaging for a bottle as of yet unbroken by the mayhem.

Xar'on's cold gaze follows Tyler for a moment before he turns to Lynae and growls accusingly, "You didn't say anything about *jedi*," as he begins to pack up his medpac.

Normally, indiscriminate killing bothered Dareus, or maybe that was just in the past, each shot into the head of the helpless people seems to not bother him in the least, while he chuckles to Axel, "Frag Grenades? Not that fun...this is more personal-like." Walking over to a few of the tables that are at least partially together, he flips it back up, kicking corpse parts out of the way and letting it lay flat, bringing a few chairs to it, and walking over to behind the bar, tossing a few credits behind it, and pouring a big glass of whiskey, slinging his blaster along his shoulder, before coming around and leaning against the bar again, looking around the room taking a sip and running his hand through his hair, quietly wondering how the hell he got mixed up in all this, before he thinks about how much fun its been, a small grin crossing his face.

Juran slowly thumps his way into the Meltdown. He pauses, the man's helmet covered head shifting from left to right, before he then moves over and quickly grabs his unsmashed bottle of Lum. He lifts it up, and then shoves it into the tool belt that dangles around his waist. "Oi. Five 'unner credits, ey?" The man holds out his right hand. "A 'daresay I earned em'."

Eithne goes slightly pale as "Bob" speaks to her quietly. She simply falls silent until he moves away. Then she heads toward Sarray, holstering her weapon in the process.

Lynae begins to laugh quietly as she says to Xar'on, "That's not a Jedi, Doc," she says in a low voice. "That's one of the other breed," she explains, "so you won't have to listen to any singing, hear about hand holding or getting along in harmony." She checks the status of the shotgun in her hands before beginning to move carefully among the dead and dying. Methodically she triages their wounds, visually that is, and dispatches those that are too far gone to be saved at this time with only two medics on hand, and no facilities to remove them too.

Via follows after Juran, her Kylan-3 still in her hand. When she notices a distinct lack of violence in the bar, she holsters it with a sigh of apparent relief. She nods as he asks for credits, and looks at Thanos. "500 credits in exchange for still breathing?"

Kaitlin follows Thanos inside, in turn followed by her enforcers. All three look to be in fine shape, save for some carbon-scoring on the mens' armor. Kaitlin has her hands hooked in her gunbelt, green eyes surveying what's become of the bar while they were busy outside.

Xar'on growls, "Fine. Jedi with better fashion sense. Even worse." He glances around the ruins with a disapproving glare. "I'm gonna go see what good I can do here, *doctor*. Suddenly, I feel...dirty...in here."

Snatching up several bottles of liquor and stuffing them into pockets, Tritus also takes up a bottle to use right now. Eyeing the creds tossed behind the bar, he snatches them up, pocketing them also, and any other loose creds he can find, before he turns and makes his way to a seat which miraculously has survived the carnage. However, he too hovers nearby Thanos, awaiting his fare as he sits.

Cade walks back into the bar. He is finishing concealing his carbine again as he walks in and takes a scan on the area, looking at the disaster area, things must have been terrible in here too. With the floor littered with bodies he nods as he recognizes a few of the people moving about, somewhat happy that they were still alive.

Axel re-sheathes the rapier after 'dispatching' the last moaner he comes across. There wasn't a clean seat in the house, but he didn't seem to care about hygiene at this point. Picking up a mostly intact seat, he straddles a dead body with the legs of the chair and has a seat. "I'm all ears," he says to Tyler before turning his attention to Thanos. He does mutter a few things softly into the headset comlink, keeping in contact with the Embrace, his interdictor cruiser.

Sarray retrieves his knife and hits the release on the faceplate, no removing the helmet was not an option. " Well Tamsis...I brought you to something interesting no?" he smiles, the soldier very apparent in him.

Lynae reloads the shotgun yet again and moves toward Xar'on, her expression blandly neutral as she speaks, "They could die slow and in pain, or they could die fast, Xar'on," in a soft and faintly argumentative tone of voice. "So you tell me which you prefer. To let them die in pain, or die at our hands where we can make sure they die neat and in as little agony as possible. We can spend all our time trying to save One or save four, maybe five, in his place?" she gestures to the last one she 'put down'.

The up and coming crimelord stalks into the Meltdown cafe. The place was a war zone. Grenade fragments are stuck in the walls and blaster marks scorch them in numerous places. The bar has been reduced to little but rubble. Taking inventory of the place Thanos smiles at those gathered inside. No one on his side was down. Just what he wanted to see. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, that was a job well done. I guess Grubba has something to think about now. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but by helping me you all just signed your death warrants unless we can take out the Hutt and his men. He'll undoubtedly have assassins in the streets tonight so I suggest you all stay in groups. Don't bother hiding. Grubba knows every inch of the planet. But have no fear. Grubba has a short life expectancy these days. You've been warned. Phase two will begin tomorrow. In the mean time, try and keep yourselves alive. Because no one else will." And with that Thanos turns to Tyler and makes his way over to the Sith. In a short moment he and the fellow are in deep conversation.

Xar'on spits on the floor again and grumbles, "Justify it however you like. I'm going out there where people need help." He marches toward the ruin of the door and growls back, "I'll find my own way back home, *Commodore*"

Eithne nods to Sarray "Not quite what I had in mind. But hopefully this feed got to IGN. The camera jammed up on me so I need to do a bit of tinkering with it before I can get any more footage...Just not sure how much time we have."

Dareus just simply remains leaning against the bar, looking down at the blood spattered pants and boots. He takes another long sip, emptying the glass, tossing it behind him, the shatter just adds more shards to an already large pile everywhere in the room, instead, reaching back and grabbing the first intact bottle he finds, just drinking from it, instead. He nods while Thanos makes his speech and shrugs, muttering to himself, "Still safer for me here, than Corellia..." The thought seems to amuse him for a few minutes, but it passes, and he goes back to watching the door quietly.

Sarray hefts his carbine onto his hip and nods at Eithne. "Pardon me." he intercepts the old man, an armored hand settling onto his shoulder. "Wait for pause...I will cover you then, a dead doctor heals none."

Juran pauses as he looks down at one of the people still alive. He taps the man with his boot a few times, then kneels and proceeds to go through the mans clothing, taking anything of value. He eyes and earring, and removes it. "Right. Thanks. Cheerio mate." He jabs his Kylan-3 into the man's torso and fires, then puts the weapon away as he flops down onto a still-standing table, taking his helmet off and taking a long swig from his bottle. "'s is t'life. Oh aye... Now, I think I'm gonna go.. Pass out in m'cantina.." The man stumbles up onto his feet, taking his helmet as he slowly makes his way out of the Meltdown Cafe, and quickly down the street to his safe haven.

"I don't care who they are, NOBODY LEAVES THE SYSTEM!" Axel says aloud. At first, it seems like he is talking to himself, but then one might notice the headset comlink. "Total lockdown, complete. If someone runs, launch fighters. Between you, the Haze, and the Predator, there are no excuses. If anyone hits hyperspace I'll pike your head on the lawn of my estate, I swear before all the gods. Vichten out." Axel then wipes the blood from his hands, using the corpse of a dead humanoid as a napkin. With dry, though far from clean hands, he withdraws a cigarette from a small compartment in his armor and lights it. A thick plume of andriss-laced smoke pours forth and his breathing slows down, as does his pulse. "If there's nothing left to do here, I might go bomb the palace with my skipray." The thought had crossed his mind, but he knew better than to actually proceed to the next stage without permission from Tyler.

Eithne nods at Sarray who seems to be leaving with the doctor and finds a nice "safe" place to fix her camera....

Lynae's hands tighten on the shotgun, staring after Xar'on but unwilling, at the moment, to follow him and argue over the 'commodore' comment or anything else. She's doing her best to shadow Dareus at this point, "Safer for you, here, until it's over then I get to pummel your arse until you stop being crazier than I am," she growls toward Dareus.

Via shakes her head and also seizes the first intact bottle she finds, picks her way to a seat, and sits down. "So, anyone have a good place to hole up?" she calls to anyone who might be paying attention. She takes the opportunity to check her pistol's power levels. "I'm not in the mood to die in a seedy cantina."

Xar'on glares at the armored man, his gaze falling from the hand on his shoulder, and back to the man's eyes. Eventually, his expression softens, but not much. "'preciate the concern, son, but if it's my time to die now, then I'm gonna die. Ain't nothin' you 'r anyone else here can do about it." Without a look back, he exits the ravaged building, and pauses just outside the doorway, searching, before moving off with a purpose.

"I've a place, if it's still in tact." comments Tritus to the querying Via, kicking his feet up on a nearby three-leged table. Leaning back in the seat, blaster carbine in his lap, he unscrews the bottle, taking a long swig. "Though, if it's your intent to die, you've no place with me." Cold, black eyes turn toward Via, and he fixes her with a gaze. And so, he watches, waiting for a reply it would seem.

He gives Lynae a quick shrug, drinking a fair bit from the bottle he holds in his hand, "I've always been crazier than you; the only difference is that this time, I'll probably end up dead." Matter of factly, Dareus chuckles and doesn't seem bothered by that really, instead, flipping over a three and three-quarter legged chair, and sitting on the wobbly makeshift seat; sliding the bi-polar a bit so it rests on his lap while he leans back against what's left of the backrest of the chair, "Business is business, I guess. Looks like I'm back in deep."

Lynae reaches out, snags the bottle from Dareus and takes a drink from it herself before righting one of the chairs nearby and shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over the chair. She holds the shotgun in one hand, pointed at the floor, and remains standing behind Dareus while surveying the room. "Just like old time, eh?" she mutters.

"Do I look like I want to die, pretty boy?" Via snaps at Tritus, turning a glare back on him. "I don't like the phrase 'if it's still intact'. I bet I'd be safer holing up in my ship." She pauses, before she mutters under her breath, "If -it's- still intact."

Kaitlin waits patiently for her employee to return with a bundle under his arm, wrapped in a tablecloth. He presents it to the redheaded human, and she nods her satisfaction, waving him off. "We'll head back to the Deck shortly, gentlemen. I wish to observe the aftermath, for a short while." Then she makes her way to the bar's counter, and hunts around behind it until she finds a bottle that's still in one piece.

Dareus shrugs and looks up at Lynae, holding his hand out for the bottle, and clears his throat, "Yeah; just like old times, aside from the fact that I'm still not among friends." The good feelings of the enjoyable murder-fest seem to be gone from him now, as the reality sets in about who he's just helped out, and in what capacity. He yawns a bit, and leans a little farther back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kaitlin smirks at the question, making a pleased noise as she finds a bottle to take a swig from. Not her brand, but it'll do. She takes a moment to peer over at the dead bartender. "Put it on my tab-- thanks, you're a prince." then she looks back to Via. "I would hazard to say yes. But I'm not in the habit of locking myself in with strangers if I can avoid it. No offence."

"What, I'm not a friend?" Lynae says in a quietly challenging tone of voice to Dareus as she continues to scan the room with a bleak expression on her face. "So, the question begs, now what?" she asks in a quiet voice of Dareus, "We fight our way down, one level at a time, exterminate the hutt. Then what?"

Dareus stands up, the chair promptly falling over without any weight holding it in place, raising an eyebrow, sounding a little surprised, "Yeah, you're a friend, that makes one..." He leans against the bar again "Then? Then I get my ass back to Ord Mantell, and sit on my ship, staying out of everything like always...I came for a simple drink and a few shopping trips for guns, end up going to war with a Hutt that I could care less about, and standing along side a man that wants to shove his lightsaber down my throat." It's a little cold and spiteful, but it sounds rather sane, based on how much Lynae knows about everything.

Axel seems to finish his conversation with the ships in orbit and stands up. He walks over to Lynae and Dareus. "You joined the Zhao, Dareus. You joined ranks with my enemy, why would you do that?" His voice seems distant and completely void of emotion as he speaks. Puffs of andriss-laced smoke pour forth from his mouth and nostrils.

Via hesitates for a moment. "I'm a friend of Daana's," she says to Kaitlin, her voice sounding uncertain. "For what that's worth. I'm pretty sure she'd vouch for me." She shrugs. "But I'd say right now you'd be better off locking up with more people who can handle a blaster, to be perfectly honest."

Lynae arches one eyebrow at Dareus, a mere flicker of amusement in her eyes, "I came here to get rid of the extra weapons I have in my weapons cache, since I don't need a blaster rifle. Only now I'm holding a shotgun as easily as I've ever held a weapon. Fighting alongside you, while you move to backup the man who nearly killed me twice, just by being in the room and I so easily break my promise to not deal death easier than I deal life." She nods toward the door, "The doc that saved my life just stormed out, clearly thinking that I've gone back to my mass murdering psychopathic ways. So I don't know about you, but I need a drink."

"Bugger this." comments Tritus, tucking away his blaster as he kicks his down, capping the bottle, and rising. "I'm out of here." he comments, making his way to the door. As he walks, he calls, "Any who want to come with, come now, because I'm not waiting."

Kaitlin purses her lips, and holds up a finger to indicate no more case-making is necessary. "The deck seals with blast doors, among other things, and I have plenty of people that can use a blaster. However, that is all a moot point. If Daana can truly vouch for you, that changes things markedly. The Side Deck will offer shelter." The tone implies that if the redhead finds out Daana *won't* vouch for Via, that the consequences will come down, but that it is a consideration for another time. For now, Via's got herself a place to lie low.

Either Dain was extremely lucky or had a knack for avoiding trouble. The Corellian arrives late to the scene though the look on his face shows he is a bit shocked at the amount of bodies and gore that lay about on the streets. Almost wading through the corpses he arrives in what was once the Meltdown Cafe. Dain has roots here, from years back when he ran the place for Argus. Now, nearly destroyed he doubted he'd find a drink there. Recognizing a few of the face in the cantina Dain makes his ways slowly to Axel. "What the hell happened out here?"

Dareus raises an eyebrow at Axel, nodding to Lynae for a second, before he speaks a little quieter, "And you? My only freakin' friend aside from Lynae, and look at yourself! You're not the same man, either. I had an opportunity, and I took it; meanwhile I'm sitting on the inside right now, of something." He shrugs, and pulls the bottle from Lynae's hand taking a long drink, "Yeah; I fell under Eson for a bit. Who's the one who would let you know before hand if he was going after you...yeah; not like he could touch you when you're side by side with the Sith; but I don't have them on my side, I've been declared their own personal enemy, that's more dangerous than the whole Empire." He sighs and shrugs, running his hand across his forehead for a second, "Either way I'm screwed, so all this..." he waves his hand around the shattered remains of the bar, and the people who were inside it, "Is nothing." Taking a glance at Dain, he chuckles, and shakes his head, "A few people didn't want to pay their bar tab..."

"I owe you one," says Via with a grateful smile. She raises her purloined bottle in a toast and takes a swig. As Tritus suggests he's leaving, she repeats the gesture in his direction, only mockingly. "You'll make a pretty corpse. Good luck out there." A pause as Dain walks in. "Fighting," she offers as explanation.

"Oh, you'll see me again." Tritus comments off-handedly. And then, he is gone.

Kaitlin nods absently to Via in reply. "Just don't get in anyone's way while you're there, and we'll call it even. Work doesn't stop just because we're closed for new business." She takes another drink, and waves at Dain. "Power's shifting on the Moon, Dain," She says, expecting he'll piece the rest together.

Axel listens to Dareus before turning his attention to Dain. "There is a new crimelord on planet. I figure helping him establish dominance will get me a few favors. Maybe use his resources against the Maffi and all that." He then turns back to Dareus. "I told you that I could offer you protection from the Sith. I do not blame you for seeking refuge elsewhere, but not with the Maffi. I hope you are being compensated well by Tyy'sun for all this. I don't consider you an enemy, but I do hope you will not stand in my way of the Maffi or our friendship will take a turn for the worse." Axel's voice still carried little emotion. Dareus was right, the man had changed. He had quit glitterstim cold turkey with Lynae's help. He had become a pupil to Darth Malign, yes, there were a lot of things that changed. He was learning what it meant to be Sith, though without the advantage of the Force guiding his hands. After all, there was more to being a powerful entity in the galaxy than the use of sorcery.

Lynae reaches out and takes the bottle of alcohol BACK from Dareus, hefting it in one hand and clearly contemplating smacking Dareus with it, but refrains and takes another drink from it instead. She finishes it after a few long moments then tosses it behind the bar where it shatters with the rest of the broken bottles. Listening to the conversation between Dareus and Axel she waits until they're done exchanging words and makes a comment of her own, "So, to summarize. Dareus took a leap and it didn't go well. Axel, however, found alternative employment and a powerful ally to work with. However, Dareus is no longer working for the Maffi folks, so there's no need to kill him at this point. Isn't that lovely?"

Ewan glances over the blaster marked bodies at his feet and nods. "Looks more like dying." Dain did not smile at his own joke he was too busy thinking. "Oh, hey Kaitlin. Power shifting? To who?" Dain's attention is drawn to the bodies once more. "These bodies are a health hazard. I don't suppose anyone here wants to help me drag them out of here do they? Not like there's much else to do, they have the entire Starport locked down." After considering how best to dispose of the bodies recognition dawns on Dain and he notices Via. "Oh, hey Via. A bit far from Ord Mantell arent you babe?"

Dareus eyes Lynae closely, and walks behind the bar, sifting through the rubble looking for another bottle, leaning down for the time being, but still talking, standing back up for a moment, "Who said anything about not working for them?" He looks down while his foot is shifting through the floor, glancing around, before Dareus eyes Axel regretfully for a second, "You remember that conversation on the comlink? Who in the hell told you I'd get in your way?" Along sigh escapes his mouth until his foot hits something rather solid, smiling for a brief second he leans down and pulls up a cracked bottle of some kind of blue liquid, ripping the top off, he sniffs it and takes a long drink, cringing at the taste, "Did it ever pass through your mind that my ass would be floating in space if it weren't for you? Yeah, I shook Eson's hand and got a fair bit out of it so far; I made my damn mistakes and I'm still paying for them, but just give it some time." He takes another long drink from the evidently disgusting liquid, before he kicks part of a corpse out of his way rather violently, "You outta find out how loyal some friends can be." It's probably just barely audible, but at this point he doesn't seem to give a damn.

"Just tell me if you need anything. I'm yours until, you know, this blows over." Via smiles at Ewan. "Ord Mantell is not, fortunately, my home port. Nor is Nar Shaddaa, but I was told a contact would have some work for me, and I came here to see about it, and suddenly there's violence and I'm defending myself against some very angry thugs." She pats her Kylan-3. "It's a good thing I bought this when I did."

Axel gives a nod to Dareus and almost breaks a smile. "That's entirely the answer I wanted to hear," he says, emotions returning to his voice. "I was afraid Tyy'sun may have gotten inside your head. I know just how upset he is with me right now." He then turns to Lynae and asks, "You didn't get hurt in any way, did you? How's your heart?" It was almost as if there were a switch that flipped inside the man, emotions turned off and on like a light.

"First Rule of Nar Shaddaa," Kaitlin says with a grin towards Via, as she digs a cigarra out of her jacket and lights it. "... be careful what you say. Word choice will come back to haunt you. I take your meaning, however." She shrugs her shoulder at Dain. "If you are familiar with Thanos, he's decided to make a move. Unfortunately, the Hutts have forced me to take sides." She takes a drag from the cigarra. "Their tough luck, I suppose. If you need a place to hole up, Ewan, I've got the Deck's security active. But it's likely they'll be taking a shot at it if you want to avoid that sort of ruckus. I dont' expect they'll get through the blast shutters, but."

Lynae draws a deep breath, as though by doing so it proves that she's good, "I'm good. No current damage on this unit," she adds with a faint smile. "The surgery went flawlessly, and I've had two weeks of healing time. I'm good to go," she adds, patting the shotgun for emphasis. "As to why I'm allying myself with you guys and.. " she tips her head towards Malign, "I'm barking mad, after all. Plus, I owe him a rescue or two," she murmurs. "What about you, any damage?" she asks, eyeing the blood splatters on his clothing.

It seems Ewan's request for help in removing bodies goes ignored. Ah well, he wasn't really in the mood to haul the dead onto the streets yet anyway. "Oh, the Maffi are taking control of Nar Shaddaa? I find that hard to believe. They just got tossed out of Corellia... They're taking on the local hutt? That is pretty ballsy." Dain pushes a torso away with his foot gingerly. Was that a wookiee? "Oh Thanos is the up and comer? That's odd, he used to be just a street thug when I lived out here. He is ballsy." Dain looks for a dry place on the floor and doesn't find one so decides standing in blood is better than on organs. "Man, everywhere I go I hear abuot the Maffi. six months ago nothing, now every time I'm on an independent planet I hear that name. Sounds like Thanos should try for them next, if he wants to last out here..."

Taking a few steps through the rubble, Dareus walks back a little calmer, patting Lynae on the back, "Shoulda brought you along on all them dumbass missions I had." He winks before taking another sip, and leaning against the bar, looking back at Axel, "Of course he got into my head, I can't go for a piss without someone that has a lightsaber walking by and sifting through my head, hell, if I go back and he knows I even spoke to you, let alone covered your ass, they're gonna find me floating down a river on Ord Mantell...guess that's just the breaks." He offers the bottle to Lynae, and eyes Dain for a second, when he mentions taking out Maffi; but shrugs it off, Dareus expecting that this choice in jobs will get himself killed far sooner than later. "Yeah, angry, that's an understatement, but he seems at least a little happy that I joined, probably could use a good pilot. As for them though." He nods toward Malign's direction, "There's no point in helping them, really. No matter what, I'd never get anywhere; best I got now, is getting completely gooned every once in a while, steal a few things, and go out in a blaze of glory within the next 5 years."

"Will keep that in mind," says Via to Kaitlin. "Not used to people caring about specifics." She sighs and looks down at the bodies. "Looks more like the Hutts made a move and failed. Guess they underestimated the general resilience of the locals." She shrugs. "Can't say that raiding a cantina would have been my first choice. Mind if I ask what brings you to Nar Shaddaa, Ewan?"

"I think I have some hearing loss in my left ear, and my neck and face are flash burned from the heat of blaster fire getting a bit close, but otherwise I'm fine." Of course, with the amount of blood and brain matter covering him, it would be a miracle if Axel wasn't a walking bio-hazard. He looks back to Dareus. "Just be careful. I can't offer you protection while you are in their clutches. Anyway, you three take care of yourselves. I have to return to orbit and the fleet above before there is a mutiny."

Tyler steps out of a back room with a white cloth over his head colored a reddish brown by dried blood. His clothing was splattered with blood, he pulls his jacket off and hangs it over a chair and looks down. He looks down at his stomach pulling his shirt up and noticing a Wookiee sized fist bruise square in the center of his abdomen. He sighs heavily and leaps over the bar and mixes his own drink with what was left in the stores before leaning forward on it, he had the experience to be a bartender. He doesn't pay much regard to anyone at the moment though choosing to just stare off in space, pitching the towel on his head onto the bar top and lighting a smoke.

"You.. are gloomy," Lynae says to Dareus before accepting the bottle with a nod and taking a cautious drink from it. She makes a face and adds, "And this stuff is swill." She offers the bottle, however, to Axel if he wants it. "Axel, remember to keep your head down and let someone else take the round. You've got better things to do than having me hen watch you for a week for getting shot up." She grins briefly as she makes the comment.

He laughs a little at Lynae, shaking his head, "Not gloomy, it's called realistic. As fun as all this was tonight, it won't last for me, that's just simple fate." Dareus nods a little as if agreeing with himself, knowing his own future without any special powers, or a simple hint. Turning back to Axel, he taps his ear, "Take care of yourself up there." A quick pat on the shoulder and he nods to him, "You better be contacting me the *second* you need anything. I promised you a while back I'd be there, that hasn't changed old friend." Standing quietly, he nods slightly while Malign does his fancy way of getting behind the bar, waiting for Lynae to hand back the bottle of what tastes like Hyperdrive coolant.

Dain gives a friendly salute goodbye to Axel and turns his attention to Via. "I was out here on Cafe business. I own the Corellian Cafe on Level 88. It was still in tact a couple of hours ago but I expect by tomorrow it will be rubble. I was on my way to meet up with a fellow GCS Scout. I managed to pull in a contract to map Coruscant's underground. Should be a nice paycheck and extremely interesting work. But now that I'm stuck here..." Dain spots Tyler come out from the back and notices that the Sith had his share of trouble that night. "Nice shiner Tyler." Dain chuckles. "I may see if I can get Tyler to allow me through the blockade up there. If not I guess I'll be rooming in the Corellian Cafe..."

"Hah, I don't think so," Lynae says as she catches Dareus's gesture to return the bottle, "pick something that doesn't torture the taste buds on the way down and cause the gullet to revolt from revulsion." She tosses the bottle against the nearest wall and moves with Dareus toward the bar, studying the new Bartender, "Fashion statement?" she asks in a mild tone of voice with a tip of her head to indicate the lovely bruise that is blossoming on his face. "Got any rum left at all back there?" is her follow up question.

Tyler smirks stirring a drink with something he dug up from underneath the bar and shrugs, "Yeah, the Wookiee was a pain." He mutters taking a swig of his drink and saluting Axel as he leaves, "Interesting night, lot of dead people lying around here." He gives Dareus a pat on the back seeming to have forgotten about his crimes against the Empire, "I'll mix you all a few drinks if we can find anything worth it, I use to run a bar in my free time on Corellia and then on Selene." He chuckles limping over to fish through a few cabinets. For the time being he ignores Dain's request to leave the system apparently mulling over it.

"I, ah." Via pauses, and says to Ewan, "I don't know her name, but she's offered to let me hole up at the Side Deck. It sounds like you know her. I'd enjoy some vaguely familiar company if she's letting you stay down there. Nar Shaddaa is not feeling very friendly right now."

Dareus has a partial look of shock on his face while Lynae tosses the bottle, "What the....you know that's illegal in some places." Shaking his head, he tilts the carbine so it's still easy to use, should anyone come flying back in, looking partially in a daze for a second while Malign pats his back, memories of what seems like ages ago passing in his mind, a half smile creeping up on his face, "Since when did you ever have free time?" He walks a few steps to look behind the bar, "Ahh, looks like we can make a few cranium cocktails, or a couple of bloody wookiees." Noticing the limp he crosses his arms, "You should get Lynae to look at that for now, the last thing we need is you getting injured any more on this planet."

Smoke rolls off Tyler's cigarette as he comes on the secret stash below a panel underneath the bar and pulling it off, "Thanos isn't so much trouble, Dain, I'll put a good word in for you, you've got my protection, but I can't let you leave the system." He says placing a few bottles of whiskey, rum, and various spirits up on the table, "I found a few good drinks left down here." He turns to look for a few glasses getting a series of different sized ones and throwing them up on the bar top, then slipping down to bring up a few mixes. The Sith's dark hazel eyes seem to soften as he turns to speak about his past, "Time, well time was a few years ago, I use to be a CorSec Inspector when the New Republic was there, and sometimes at night, I'd slip down to the bar on Selene from the Malevolence to make a few drinks in disguise for a few patrons." He shrugs, "What'll it be?"

He smiles at Lynae, "I'm alright doctor, bruises look good on Damions, but if it is all the same to you, I don't want to mix any drinks with the word 'wookiee' in it."

Kaitlin nods thoughtfully, half-listening to Dain. "True. But he also appears to be holding the cards this time. We'll see what happens. i think if it all falls apart, i could see my way clear of it. Whatever, I'll survive. Absolutely, Dain-- you're welcome to come bunker up in the Deck. Just installed a new blast door last week. Must have been psychic."

Lynae reaches for one of the bottles, finding a mostly clean glass and pours nearly a full glass for herself before setting the bottle back down and nodding to Tyler. "Your option, as always. I can do something about that eye though, before it begins to hamper your vision," her voice is quiet but calm.

Dain steps over the stiffening corpses toward the bar. "I'll have anything you've got back there. Preferably something Corellian but I'll take something else. I guess I can't be too picky. If the Cafe hasn't been obliterated I can always get something there later too." Dain smiles at Kaitlin. "I appreciate it. I was thinking of sleeping on the Ace. Oh, I've got a new medical bay set up if anyone needs it. A brand new OneBee on board too. I was going to sleep in there, it's comfortable enough but I don't have anything to drink and times like this call for it in abundance. In fact make mine a double T."

Dain steps over the stiffening corpses toward the bar. "I'll have anything you've got back there. Preferably something Corellian but I'll take something else. I guess I can't be too picky. If the Cafe hasn't been obliterated I can always get something there later too." Dain smiles at Kaitlin. "I appreciate it. I was thinking of sleeping on the Ace. Oh, I've got a new medical bay set up if anyone needs it. A brand new OneBee on board too. I was going to sleep in there, it's comfortable enough but I don't have anything to drink and times like this call for it in abundance. In fact make mine a double T."

Dareus chuckles a little, leaning against the bar, "I bet if half the people knew who was serving their drinks, you woulda had impressive tips..." He pulls his bi-polar off the sling and leans it against the bar about knee height for himself, but within easy reach, patting it gently like it was an obedient pet, "Doesn't matter to me, really, I'm too old to be picky about my drinks, somethin' Corellian sounds good." He laughs a little, thinking about the last drink on Corellia and running like hell from the planet, "Been a while since I've been there." Looking at the corpse for a moment that Dain steps over, he turns around a bit, surveying the damage, "The janitor's gonna be pissed at this mess." Looking down as he turns back to the bar, he raises an eyebrow and snags a pack of cigarras from a body, "Thanks pal." he quietly adds to the body before he stands back up and looks to Via, "I highly doubt it, for a bit; just give us some time to clean through the garbage that's still alive out there, and everything should be good." We, this is starting to amuse him more and more every minute...

Tyler smirks making a few drinks using what he had, fortunately for Dain one of the whiskeys were Corellian and he just pours some in the glass for him nearly filling it to the brim and sliding down to him. For the rest of the people at the bar he mixes a Corellian sunrise using a few liquors and a bit of something fruity but without the little umbrellas or bells and whistles, "Keep it simple, we got some decapitate fingers if you need a garnish in your drink." He shakes his head and nods to Lynae, "You're the doctor." He says going over and taking a seat nearby to let her get a full look at his injuries, the bruises were pretty much all over him, the Wookiee did a good number, and he had done a lot of healing for himself but he was still in pretty bad shape.

Kaitlin smirks at Via. "That makes it sound like the streets are *ever* safe. Once the palace goes down, it'll be a little more normal, though." She shrugs. "If you can move the Ace fast enough, Dain, i can crack the hangar open long enough to slip her in, if you're worried about her safety."

Lynae happens to have a medpac attached to a clip that, in turn, is fastened to the belt that encircles her waist. She puts the safety on the shotgun, hands it to Dareus and walks over to Malign. She takes the medpac from her belt and sets it down on the chair beside Tyler and takes out the scanner and passes it over Malign without initial comment, simply studying the readings until she nods once and fetches the necessary components from the kit. "This will sting," she says as she loads the auto-injector and begins to address the worst of the bruising around Tyler's eye, "but it will reduce the swelling." She inspects the minor lacerations and contusions, cleaning them as she goes before she simply lifts the edge of his shirt and treats the darker bruising across his abdomen. "That should take the edge off," she states as she begins to repack the medkit.

"I like to keep optimistic, so the future doesn't sound so bad until I actually get there." Via grins at Kaitlin. "I don't suppose I could borrow one of your minions and head down to the Deck now? Apparently I get sleepy after wholesale carnage."

Kaitlin pushes herself up. "No need... We'll all troop down. Better to get in the front door before the assassins are out. Dain, you can either come now, or catch up with the Ace at your leisure. Just call on the Deck's frequency. If you get held at knife point to ship a hitman in past the door with you..." She grins. "Have the grace to kill him before you land, mmm?"

He laughs a little at Tyler, "There's something rather filled with testosterone about having a drink with your enemies' severed finger floating in it." Dareus almost sounds seriously considering it for a second, but shrugs, looking at Dain, "It always reminds me of home, although good plan about hiding your ship for now, I'm lucky that very very few know which one is mine, Grubba's gonna need the medical supplies anyway; there's no way in hell he's gonna survive, I give it less than 24 hours..." He takes a sip of the sunrise, a smile quickly crossing his face, "At best." Dareus adds, taking the shotgun from Lynae while she hands it to him, setting it down next to his carbine; "I'm almost glad that I took the trip from Mantell, this is a hell of a lot more fun than sitting around the planet drinking, there I get tossed in jail for killing someone, here, I have a Sith Lord make me a drink. Definitely staying here for a few more days, I'm not missing this party for anything."

Tyler takes the treatment like any soldier would, quietly and with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He nods as Lynae begins to pack it back up, "Everything seems to be in order now eh." He grins and takes a bit of the whiskey for himself before showing Ewan the bottle, who was of course on the money, "You know your booze, Dain, a trait any Corellian can respect." He pulls his shirt back down and tries to make himself look for respectful, "If you don't feel safe on world, I can arrange quarters on the Predator." He states in a matter of fact tone, "Just because I'm not letting you leave the system doesn't mean you need to sleep on the Moon." He shrugs, "I got a feeling that the Hutts on Nal Hutta may make a power grab to make sure their kind stays in power here, and they will need to be routed in space. Question is can Thanos get the manpower to do it."

Lynae makes a non-committal sound before returning the Medpac to it's place at her side, tugging the edge of her vest forward to cover it partially again. She shakes her head slowly from side to side before reclaiming the shotgun from Dareus, checking it briefly before moving around the room and finding a blaster with a fully charged energy cell. She takes the hold out blaster from it's holster, removes the cell, tosses it aside and replaces it. "Hmm, round up the weapons?" she asks aloud? "Who knows, they'll probably come in handy. Where are we crashing?" she asks of Dareus.

Ewan holds up his glass to Dareus and smiles. "Cheers mate." A common Corellian toast. And with that he drains the last of his glass. Without a word he slides the shot glass back down to Tyler for a refill. A couple more Whyren's Reserves and Dain would be in quite a different mood than he was now. Also, he was thankful the alcohol dulled the scent of rot in the air. The magic of liquor was a never ending mystery. (speaking in Corellian)

Via rises to her feet. "Whenever you're ready," she says to Kaitlin, stashing her bottle in her jacket and setting a hand on her blaster. This was shaping up to be a long night.

Having another few sips of his drink, Dareus nods to Ewan with a smirk, before watching Lynae while she walks, "I don't need anymore, they probably don't have anything I want anyway, unless you find a few thermals." He stands up a little straighter and leans against the bar, "I got my ship here, if you want you can sleep on the Exile's Vengance, I'll give you the sleeping berth and can lay down myself in the cockpit, doesn't really matter to me. I doubt I'm gonna check myself into a hotel right now." Taking another long sip from his drink, he sets the glass down and stretches a little before hunching slightly over the bar, stretching his calves, "Like Thanos said, we shouldn't be alone, anyway." (speaking in Corellian)

Lynae nods slightly, "I'll take that offer then. Maybe I can find Xar'on and talk some sense into him," she says with a slow shake of her head. She adds the blaster to her arsenal, finds another two and tucks those into the pockets of Dareus' coat and, taking that with her, shrugs back into it. "Okay, ready when you are."

The Sith shrugs filling Dain's glass back to the top and placing the booze on the tabletop to be taken with them when they leave, "Seems like everyone is going to get some good rest tonight, I on the other hand am going to go see about the Moon, and get a sense of what is going on." He vaults over the bar and lands on the other side without a sound grabbing his black coat. He nods to everyone, "No charge on the drinks tonight." He points to the mass of what was left of the bartender, "Drinks on him." He smirks pulling his collar up and disappearing down the hole the Wookiee made earlier tonight in the bar.

Dain takes the drink up and takes his consumption a lot less quickly. He did after all have an entire bottle. "Night everyone. Watch your backs out there. I'll be by the Side Deck in a bit Kaitlin. Be safe." Shoving the bottle deep into his jacket pocket Dain hops over bodies and makes his way out onto the street. He had some contacts to find and he wanted to get started before it was too late...

As everyone else is disappearing, Dareus decides that it's time to leave as well. He nods goodnight as everyone walks out, finishing his drink quickly, tossing the glass aside, "Not like one more will make a difference." With Lynae having his jacket, he simply takes his bipolar, checks the pack and starts to head toward the door, turning back as he reaches the large hole that used to be a door, grinning a bit, "Try to keep it down in here, will ya? I don't wanna call security on you party animals." He laughs a little, at the thought of him lecturing corpses, before he cautiously heads into the night.