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Nirro chuckles at Devon's antics while turning around and leaning with his back against the bar, He takes a sip of his juice whuile his eyes scan the room for anything suspicious.
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Jamie fiddles with his drink while watching the others carry out their assigned tasks...especially Christian, who seemed to be racking up quite a debt.  He took a sip and looked away as Devon was chased out of the kitchen.

The fight broke out of nowhere and caught everyone by surprise, including Jamie who saw it happen.  His eye had been on Christian who had been persistantly losing at Sabbac.  A good hundred credits of the Talon's money now sat with one of the other players at the table.  One minute the game had been progressing normally then the man with the credits suddenly lashed out with a right hook that took Grimm right out of his chair.

"I'll kill ye, ya bastard." the man screamed as he slammed people out of the way trying to get to the floored Talon.

Christian shook his head from the heavy blow and began to rise.

All around the bar people turned in interest towards the ruckus.




OOC:  Well you don't know how it happened (well Christian does) but its happened.  For some reason the person who was stripping Christian of all his money has attacked him.  So far nobody else is getting involved in the fight.  They're likely used to occurances such as this.

So much for not attracting attention Nirro thought to himself. He didn't want to be the first to draw a blaster and turn what could be a simple brawl into a life or death situation. He sight Too bad I am no good with my fists. He moves from the bar to a positition to the flank of where the brawl will take place deciding to watch how things pan out before making his move.

"I don't think so," said Jamie, standing quickly.  He drew his blaster, changed a setting, and shot at the sabaac player.  A series of blue rings emerged from the blaster...

Devon had seen enough bar room brawls in his time that one starting over a drunken sabacc game wouldnt have upset him unduly in the normal course of things - if no one he knew was involved and it didnt turn into anything nastier than a simple brawl; he'd simply have kept out the way...

As it was, the person on the floor was one of his squadmates - which put a whole different slant on things.  As Nirro moved toward the brawl, Devon hung back a little; watching the slicers back.

Jamie's snap shot blast goes wide, travelling between Christian and his assailant.  The blast has everyone momentarily silenced as everyone stares at Jamie and the blaster in his hand.

"Bastard!" yells someone at the sabacc table as he draws his blaster whilst his eyes bore into Jamie, the sound of other blasters clearing holsters was heard around the room.

The bartender dived behind the bar yelling.  "No blasters!  No blasters!".  It was a request that looked like it would be largely ignored.




OOC:  Okay I'm moving this into combat now.  Essentially you've got a bar full of people, many are pulling blasters, others are diving for cover.  You don't know who is planning to shoot and who is just drawing as more of a reflex.  The only one you have some idea of is the one who cursed Jamie.  He's clearly picked his target and you doubt his weapon is on stun. 

Jamie spins around his table and flips it on its side to provide some cover.  "Party over," he mutters to himself as he fires a stun shot at the sabaac player who'd just drawn a weapon.

Nirro takes cover behind a table flipping it over and drawing his blaster and setting it on stun.

A half second after Nirro took cover, Devon slid in next to him.  Setting his back to the overturned table, Devon checked his surroundings and drew his own blaster pistol.
'ooh, this isnt going to end well...' he muttered to Nirro.  'Why the hell he shoot?'

"Keep blasters on stun," Jamie said after the other two took cover.  "We don't need anyone dying!"

Nirro Leans around the edge of the table just poking out his head and arm enough so he could shoot. Taking aim at the man who had attacked Christian Nirro fires a shot at him hoping that he could stun him quickly and diffuse the situation.
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The room remains suprisingly calm despite the gunfire.  Clearly people are used to the situation unfolding.  Non-combatants quickly vanished out of doors or took cover behind tables much as the Talons were doing.  Likewise the men at the sabacc table took cover.

A blaster bolt struck the table Jamie was hiding behind.  Moments later stun blasts from Nirro and Jamie struck the table behind which the sabacc players were hiding.

Rising to a sitting position Christian drew his own heavy blaster and took aim.  Being on ther flank there was no cover for the gamblers.  At close range few could miss, and the weapon specialist knew his trade.  A single shot took the man who'd struck him through the neck with surgical precision.

The gambler barely had time to realise he'd been shot before he fell to the ground, clearly dead.

Crying out in shock, the two other gamblers who had yet to enter combat flicked the safety's off their wepaons and launched a barrage of fire at Christian who dived behind a table for cover.  Coming over the table in a commando roll, Christian came out of it facing the way he'd come from, his blaster firing.




OOC:  Well Christian certainly knows his trade (but is that a good thing).  The guy who struck Christian is now clearly dead.  The other two gamblers at the table seem to have forgotten Jamie and are firing at the table Christian is behind as fast as their weapons will fire.  Clearly they want revenge.

Damn Nirro says when he sees the Christian take down the gambler. Seeing that the gunners were concentrating on Christian he move to a position where he could flank them, and negate their cover turns over a table and takes cover. He peers around the side of the table and fires one off.


OCC: If he can move to the table and take cover using only a move action he will shoot this round if not he will shoot this round.

Flinching as an errant shot whined past, Devon added his own fire to Nirros.  More concerned with getting himself and his teammates out alive than with killing the opposition; Devon kept his blaster on stun and raked his brains, trying to decide on the best way for them to get out of the cantina.

Blaster bolts continued to hurl back and forwards.  Christian, wether by accident or design had switched his blaster to stun like the rest of the Talons and was spraying fire at the two gamblers.

Caught in a crossfire from three sides, the gamblers are soon struck and are elft writhing on the ground.  A near miss had warmed the side of Nirro's face but nobody had sustained injuries.

The room seemed to fall silent as the blaster fire died down.  As the Talons rose from their respective cover the remaining patrons of the bar returned to their tables and sat down, keeping a wary eye out.  Clearly they were use to this kind of scene.



OOC:  Well the gamblers are down.  Two stunned, one dead.  Nirro lost some VP but nobody took a hit.  Nice job.

Nirro stands up slowly looking around the room. He holsters his weapon and goes over to Jaime. I think we should leave before the authorities arrive or some more goons looking to avenge their dead comrade. he glances at the bodies, Besides, I don't want to be here when those guys wake up.

Christian stands from behind his table.  He slowly replaces his heavy blaster in its holster and walks over to where Jamie is.

Standing perhaps a half-second after the others, Devon glares round at the bars other patrons for a moment before returning his blaster to its holster.
'Yeah, suddenly I dont feel welcome here no more.'

Pausing by the bar, Deevon left enough money on the counter to cover their drinks and a little extra, then headed for the door.

"Yeah, time to go," Jamie said, returning the table to its upright position.  He holstered his blaster after another look around the room and walked to the bar, looking for the bartender.  "What's the closest other cantina 'round here?" he asks.

As Jamie tries to entice the bartender to speak his datapad lets of a beep, indicating a message has been received.  The message was short and to the point.

Crusaders, RTB ASAP.  MS

"Holy handpuppets, that's a lot of acronyms for a sentence that short!  Well, guys let's go."
Jamie led the others out of the cantina ant away from the base.  After a few blocks he makes three right turns and a left to make sure no one is following them.  He then leads the team back to the Crusader base, moving no faster than the crowd.

Nirro takes one last look around the room as he exits the cantina. Well, that didn't go well he thought. Hopefully the next mission would be better.

Devon peers over Jamie's shoulder to read the message.
'huh.' he grunted.  'Guess playtimes over...'

Casting a final glance around the cantina, Devon followed Jamie out.  Despite Jamies precautions to make sure they wernt followed, Devon kept checking behind them all the way back, watching for people following them.