Another day in the Desert.

[Will Hemata]

"And you're sure this is what you want William?" Cayce said, calling him William instead of Will as usual. "Lek, ner alor, gar aliit is prosperous and well, i am not needed here anymore." Cayce gave a slight nod, "Lek, 'ret ner vod." She said calmly, giving him a pat on the shoulder and giving one last nod.

Cayce wasn't wearing her buy'ce, green dyed hair in a medium length flowing slightly in the breeze of the hot Tatooine sun. Will kept his buy'ce on, his face hidden by the T-shaped visor. He sighed and turned, gazing out across the vast dune desert. "I'm beginning my own aliit, te verde be'prudii. I'm planning on traveling to Coruscant to look for new verde." Cayce nodded, "We can give you a ride to Mos Ila, but nothing more than that, William, you need to begin your aliit like i did, from scratch." "Lek, vor entye Cayce." They both stepped forward off the ledge and slid down to the bottom of the slope. "Oi! Doran! Take gar vod to the city!" Cayce yelled to a tall mandalorian in green beskar'gam. Doran gave a light nod and the verd trotted off, soon the sound of chatter between a man and a droid sounded in the background. Thirty seconds later a large, crustacean-looking droid hovered forward, a pair of power claws dangling down. On top of the giant droid sat Doran, seated in the riding saddle.

"Get on, vod." Doran called down, the droid hovering lower to the sand. Will trotted over and climbed up onto the large metallic beast. "Su'cuy Will!" The droid said in its robotic, enthusiastic voice. Doran had quite an intelligent AI in his bes'uliik if it could copy emotions. Will got himself saddled in and the basilisk lifted into the air and than sped forward. Doran was quiet during the trip, as most mando'ade are. Cayce was that odd exception, that one benevolant alor that would still kick you in shebs if you started to think that she was all soft. After a short period of time, they arrived. The basilisk hovered close to the ground and Will hopped off, he turned and looked up at Doran, "Vore, vod." Doran just nodded and said calmly, "Ret." Will walked up and stroked the head of the bes'uliik, "Vore, Skira." Skira was the droid's name. It bobbed its head up and down as a sign of saying, "You're welcome." Will backed up a few paces, "Ret ner vode." Skira replied with "Ret William!" Still enthusiastic. Obviously the droid didn't quite realize that the mandalorian wasn't coming back.

The droid rose up into the air and accelerated away, Will sighed and turned around, facing Mos Ila. A large city, filled with scum and villains, he could surely get some work here. He started walking towards the city, locals not paying him any mind while tourists stared with wide-eyes at his jet-black Beskar'gam with the dark green trim. The locals were used to seeing mandalorians with the Kata yaim so close by, but most of the visitors had never seen such a thing, the mandalorians holding their fierce reputation ever-still. Will wondered where the nearest Cantina was...

(Not finished yet with this thread.)

[Will Hemata]

Will walked down the busy streets, getting various looks. Shock, glares, admiration, all of these expressions were worn on the faces of those around him. Than he saw a cantina, "The Hungry Tusken" its sign read. The mandalorian strode through the door that automatically opened for him as most public doors do for anyone. It was relatively crowded, and Will waded through the crowd until he finally reached a small booth, taking a seat. He glanced around, there were several eyes on him, but that was natural to him. Deciding it was safe enough, he took off his buy'ce and set it down on the table. A few minutes passed and a waitress came, she was human and was obviously overworked.

"What will it be?" she asked in a strained voice. "Mandalorian wine." Will replied calmly. Despite his profession, he didn't like the wine because he was mando'ad, its bitter flavor had made it one of his favorites before he even knew what a mandalorian was, despite how rare it was on Nar Shaddaa. "Oh, sorry hun, can only get that on Mandalore Prime." She answered, there was the hint of a lie in her voice, she was bad at lying and her over-worked day wasn't helping her either. "Osik." Will said in a slightly irritated voice, looking up to her, his icy-blue eyes giving her a piercing gaze, "I've bought it enough times on Tatooine, this city in particular, so bring me a glass before i give your shebs the hardest kick you'll ever feel." His voice lacking any compassion.

She swallowed slightly and hesitated and walked off. Will returned his stare to the dirty table, covered in grime and dust. He glanced back up and noticed the same waitress talking to a man behind the bar, she occasionally glanced back at him. The man at the bar nodded and whispered something to a particularly dangerous looking rodian sitting at a stool. Will saw the man slide some credits across the bar to the rodian and the green-skinned alien nodded and stood. The man got out from behind the bar and started walking towards Will, the Rodian following in tow.

"Well, if it isn't one you mandos causin' trouble?" The man said, "Look 'ere pal, I'm the manager in charge 'ere, and i 'ear yer causin' some trouble for Lizzy." Will guessed that he probably meant the waitress, Will turned his head towards the man, "I asked for a glass of wine." Will said calmly. "Yeah well guess what pal? We're on short supply, and our only bit of mandalorian wine is bein' reserved fer someone that is definitely more important yerself. So why don't ye get the kriff outta 'ere 'fore Navik 'ere throws ye out in a puddle a' blood?" It was obviously a threat and a loud *Whirr* filled the air as the Rodian reached to its belt and unsheathed a vibro-knife. "So what'll it be buddy?" Will frowned slightly at the man and stood up, standing a few inches taller than the shorter, more plump man before answering in a cold tone, "Tion gar mir'osik?" The manager blinked and scrunched his face together in agitation, "Talk in basic, damnit!" Will gave a slight smirk, a sadistic one, one that usually was accompanied with blood, "I asked if you had poodoo for brains, you aruetii." The man frowned and backed up a step, "Kill the bastard!" He said and the Rodian stepped forward, vibro-knife humming with the sound of death. The green-skin thrust the dagger forward, what looked like a frown written across its odd face. Will's right arm shot up from his side and gripped the alien's wrist tightly, the beskar synthetic arm barely putting in any of its full strength into the grip.

The Rodian gave an agitated cry and tried to pull his arm back, it wouldn't budge. Will's evil smirk grew and widened, giving a very sadistic and animalistic look. "You know, this arm uses the technology in mando'ade shuk'orok, or crushgaunts as you aruetiise call them. It can crush bone and metal alike. So than, i would like my mandalorian wine now." Will said it all so very calmly, the grip on the Rodian's arm tightening more and more, the creature starting to whimper in pain as it slowly hurt more and more. Will gave a glare towards the manager, "Take me to your supply, i will be taking a bottle with me, consider it a warning." His voice lacked any compassion or mercy.

The manager stood there, fear on his face at the display, he slowly nodded softly and started walking towards the bar. Will grabbed the hilt of the knife from the Rodian's hand and removed it with little resistance from its holder and released the alien, following the manager. The man reached down behind the bar and pulled a small crate out. Opening the top, it revealed three bottles of a dark purple liquid, all unopened. "Lek, good." Will reached in and took one bottle and turned around to leave the bar area to return to his seat, "Wait!" the man said, "Please...the boss 'ill kill me fer sure. We need three bottles for a business meetin' ye know? Please just take a glass of it....not te' whole bottle." Will turned around and grinned, "You're lucky i don't smash one of those bottles over your head, di'kut, don't push your luck." Will replied with without turning around, stepping forward again and walking back towards his table. He glanced at the Rodian on the floor, who looked up at him with fear, pain and anger in its eyes, it got up to its feet and was obviously trying to decide whether or not to attack again. Will smiled almost innocently and lifted up the vibro-blade in his left, normal hand."This is yours, correct?" The green-skin only nodded in confirmation. "Good." Will said, and tossed it into his artificial arm. The alien watched, and its eyes widened as Will squeezed, crushing the hilt in on itself. The mandalorian laughed and tossed the blade in front of the Rodian's feet, the weapon was practically useless now, the hilt would be difficult to hold, and the blade could no longer vibrate anymore. "Go fek off now." Will said, walking over to his seat and sitting down calmly, setting the bottle in front of him. "The galaxy is filled with such di'kute sometimes."

[Lock Terrik]

Lock had been sitting back in the city of Mos Ila, a fairly good sized settlement in the Dune Sea, which was obvious from the rolling sand dunes around the city, which went for hundreds of miles. He had ordered a small bottle of correlian whiskey, He loved his home planets cooking, expeccially if half of it was alchohol, Lock thought as he pulled the bottle up to his lips. He took a long sip of the cool, Correlian drink, sometimes life is just relaxation, he thought. He savored the taste in his mouth for a couple of seconds putting the cool drink down on the counter of the bar with a bang, Lock started to look around at the large variety of species here, there were geonosians, that was a new one. Lock kept looking, seeing a posse of Tuskens, a human gang, even a couple Bounty hunters. It wasnt new, but always a thing to keep in mind, that there was someone with a gun behind you, which was never good, no matter how friendly they were.

He heard a loud noise. He had noticed a Mandalorian come in. Lock glanced back at the Mandalorian, looking at the armor. Lock saw him sit down, and order something which made the manager here mad. He brought out a bodyguard, a Rodian, very buff fellow, and he obviously was picked up off the streets of this city. Obviously this man was stupid, thinking he could beat a Mandalorian up, even with this buff Rodian.

"Idiots," Lock said quietly, sipping the cool Correlian Whiskey.

He had had enough experience with Mandalorians to know that you neve messed with them. The rodian was of course beaten, his vibroblade that he had taken out, crushed to pieces.

Then Lock started to look at the Mandalorians armor, a nice color, Lock thought. He got up, taking his bottle with him. He started walking toaword the Mandalorian, reciting in his head what he would say.

"Hello," Lock said.

"I saw how you handled the mangaer over there, nice job," Lock continued, " and I like the armor, how much for it?"

[Will Hemata]

Will was about to open the bottle of the fine, bitter wine, when a man walked up to him. "I saw how you handled the manager over there, nice job," the man said, "And i like the armor, how much for it?"

Will chuckled lightly at this, "This set isn't for sale, aruetii. Tell you what, take on the mando'ade culture and I'll teach you how to make your own set, just like all the other mando'ade." Will smirked softly and sat back and removed the top of the bottle, pulling the end to his lips and taking a large sip from it. The beverage was good, he hadn't had any in quite a while, the bitter fluid flowing down his throat. Will covered the bottle again and put it back on the table.

[Lock Terrik]

The Mandalorian replied, saying, "This set isn't for sale, aruetii. Tell you what, take on the mando'ade culture and I'll teach you how to make your own set, just like all the other mando'ade."

"Well, i may not be a mandalorian, but i was working on Concord Dawn for almost a year, and put on a set of Beskar'gam, but it wasn't very well made, so i had it removed." Lock continued," So i guess that makes me at least a half Mandalorian."

Lock sat down, taking a long swigg of the Correlian Whiskey, feeling the cold drink against his throat.

[Will Hemata]

Will frowned as the man's words. Half-mandalorian? There were mando'ade out there that would cut your tongue out for half of the words he just said. He raised his eyes to the man, his icy eyes glaring into Lock's. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"You are not half-mando'ad, you are either fully mando'ad or none at all, there is no half. There are three people out there, Mando'ade, aruetiise and dar'manda. So tell me, which one of the three are you?" Will sat upright, his face serious, it was obvious that the wrong answer could lead to quite the punishment. "Choose wisely." Will said coldly. Concord Dawn may be a planet where a few clans had taken interest in to start raising a few fette mando'ade, but blood lines were nothing to mando'ade, you could be the son of the mand'alor, but that didn't make you mando'ad.

"Also, who let you wear their beskar'gam?" Will was actually rather curious about that part, some mando'ade would kill you for doing such a thing, while others might pat you on back, and of course most would just ignore the whole thing and get on with their lives. Will watched the man, waiting for his answers.

[Lock Terrik]

Lock sat straight up in his seat.

"Im mando'ad, im not aruetiise, not dar'manda, i know im not lost."

" I was hired to work with Clan Ordo on Concord Dawn, i made Beskar'gam, not well though. I fought for them, but eventually grew attached. But then the Republic got involved, and started killing so i got out of there."

Lock sat back, convinced that maybe this Mandalorian might be a good partner, perhaps in crime.

[Will Hemata]

Will let a smile play across his face, so perhaps this one wasn't as dumb as he sounded. "So Ordo's still around than? If their history shows anything, than they're probably still kicking jetii in the shebse. So you consider yourself mando'ad than? We'll see than." Will paused, his facial expression returning to its serious appearance. "Mando'ade are not some fancy pushovers like the siite or jetiise, our life is one of dedication and staying true to your people. Not all mando'ade are warriors, some are farmers or miners, some are weapon smiths and some are ship wrights, we're a varied culture that all revolves around supporting the mando'ade as a whole. Can you be as serious and dedicated as this culture is? If you must truly think on your answer here. I will let you answer one more time, do YOU consider yourself mando'ad or aruetii? If you answer aruetii than you are just any other person. If you answer mando'ad than you must go through the life a mando'ad verd would. If you drop out of this life-style, than you become dar'manda, and dar'manda is not something you want to be, it means you are soulless. So tell me again, aruetii or mando'ad?" Will kept his straight face, never showing relief or compassion in it, just dead seriousness. "If you choose mando'ad, than tell me what the resol'nare are, and if you can follow them in your day to day life." Will wondered if this man could really take on the responsibility of the mando'ade, or if he would just get left behind in the dust. Either way, this would be very interesting.

[Lock Terrik]

What was he? That was a hard question... what if he could justsay that because he became attached? Or was he a jetiise? Just a normal person? Not part of the great scheme of things you might say, at least, not the grand scheme of the mandalorians. But he thought about it. What was he really a part of? Maybe clan Ordo still did accept him, or was that all a dream?


"Well, i guess im a Mando'ad." Lock said, thinking back. "I may not have learned everything about it, but maybe you can help me there." and with a smirk, " And yes, clan Ordo still kicks ass."

Lock fidgeted a bit, taking out a piece of metal which he found on a dead mandalorians' body on a battlefield on concord dawn.

"I have a piece of beskar'gam", Lock said, still smiling. He put it back.

"So what are you doing here?" Lock continued.

"We see a few Mandalorians, but not many with full armor and a cybernetic arm, thats a rare one." Lock said. He slowly got up from the seat, pulling up from the table. He stretched his legs like a true runner, just to make sure if any police got on his tail, he wouldn't be caught. He took out his blaster rifle, the "Hammer", his blaster rifle, and got out a polishing kit, slowly taking a rag and polishing the barrel, making it shine in the bright light of the cantina.

[Talyc Vaal]

The street outside the Hungry Tusken cantina was tan, dry, dusty… just like the rest of Tatooine. The people who wandered around were mostly poor, the covered vendors and the shops offered mostly random junk, and even the buildings were mostly old and partially ruined-looking. No wonder this was the armpit of the galaxy…

A set of stairs arched from beside the entrance to the Tusken up to the second story, leading to a private floor used exclusively by the local underworld big-shots. The stairs were guarded by a giant of a Trandoshan with a blaster hanging quite visibly on his hip. The bored bouncer’s eyes turned to an approaching figure, whose armored boots crunched the gravelly ground with each step.

“I’m here to see Kreyo,” spoke a somewhat raspy voice.

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Kreyo’s long, tattooed lekku quivered as he exhaled a lengthy sigh. Mandalorian wine was the best. His belly buzzed with the drink as he set down his fancy glass, reclining in his cushiony seat between two gorgeous Twi’lek girls. His green skin against their blue made for a nice match of colors, he thought. He relaxed as some of his hired thugs threw knives into a dartboard hanging from a nearby pillar next to the bar. They weren’t very good, most of them hitting the outer edges of the concentric circles, or even missing the target entirely and passing further into the room, eliciting laughter from the henchmen. All was well for the gangster.

Oh... Yeah… he thought… this is the life…

THUNK!!!

Suddenly, a new blade plunged unexpectedly into the very center of the board, causing a few surprised gasps. This blade was larger than the knives being thrown; over a foot of shiny silver metal protruded, not including the distinctive handle that hummed with energy – a high-powered vibrodagger!

Kreyo sat up and twisted around to see where the weapon had come from. Standing in the open entrance to the second-floor bar was a figure that made his heart skip a beat. Dark grey battle armor with a red-rimmed T-shaped visor, a tattered crimson cape on the left shoulder bearing the image of some monstrous horned skull, and a blaster rifle slung behind the other shoulder beside a jetpack… a Mandalorian!

Talyc slowly walked into the now-silent bar, his footsteps thumping over the background music and the noise of the cantina downstairs. All eyes were on him as he approached Kreyo’s barside couch, some with suspicion, Kreyo in particular grew visibly more anxious with every step closer the soldier got. Eventually, Talyc reached the dartboard, withdrew his dagger, and slid it back into up into a sheath strapped in front of his right shoulder. He sat down across the small round table from Kreyo, causing his girls to get up and flee.

“Hello Kreyo,” grunted Talyc.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Kreyo hissed at him. “The guard—“

“Will regain consciousness in an hour or so.”

“W-what do you want from me, Mandalorian?”

“I want my ship.”

“Your ship?”

“Where is it, wormhead? You’re Murlagga’s stooge. If you don’t know where it is, you’ll be the one who can find out.”

“Look here,” the gangster pleaded into the expressionless visor slit. “Maybe… we can talk this out…?”

[Will Hemata]

Will chuckled lightly, swaying the bottle of wine back and forth steadily. Taking a look at the piece of beskar, curious as to where the man got it, or if he had just made it. It didn't matter, Will thought to himself.

"So what are you doing here?" The bounty hunter said. "We see a few Mandalorians, but not many with full armor and a cybernetic arm, that's a rare one." Will leaned his head back and laughed softly. "Ner aliit's yaim is a few kilometers away from the city, to the South of here. If you've ever head south before long enough i'm sure you've seen it, a fortress, hehe. Cayce loves to have guns along the edges, but than again, she's got the vast amount of credits, not me." He smirked softly, "Ner dar'aliit is Kata, our aliit color being green."

Will rested his hands behind his head and looked up at the short ceiling, the dark room not letting him see much of anything of interest. "I left ner aliit, starting my own, Te verde be'prudii. It means the warriors of shadow. Not very original, i know, but to be honest, not all of the aliite get along with one another, and sometimes war starts, I'd rather not be apart of that. My verde will be warriors, but we'll be in the shadows when it comes to the nasty aliite wars." Will looked back at Lock, "So, if you want me to teach you to be mandalorian, i'm sure i can test you enough in the near future, but first..." Will stood up and grabbed the bottle of wine, "I have a "complaint" to take up with whoever is running this place." Will smirked devilishly. "Want to join and watch?" He chuckled, put his helmet back on, and started walking out of the bar, not caring to see if Lock was following or not.

Will stepped outside, if cantinas on tatooine were mostly the same, than there would be a higher floor that was used for management or, if it was owned by a criminal organization, some top-shot of some miscellaneous gang that wished it could match the hutt crime organizations. Sure enough, there was the set of stairs. He walked up them until he got up to the top. There at the top was an unconscious trandoshan, which Will tapped with the edge of his boot. "Yeah...this di'kut isn't getting up any time soon." He turned his attention to the door and tapped the open key, it didn't budge. Will looked down at the trandoshan, the key-card missing. Whoever had taken out the guard didn't exactly remembered to leave the keys under the mat, Will mused inside of his head. Well, there was always the good term Zeppelin always used from Kata, "Don't have a key, than make your own." Or was it Doran that said that? Will didn't bother trying to figure it out, most of the more highly respected mando'ade of his old clan were gun-happy maniacs at times.

Will flexed the fingers of his mechanical arm a bit and than stabbed forward, the claw-like tips piercing through the old and rusting door. If it was a regularly checked Republic security door, than Will probably wouldn't have as good of luck getting through it like this, but this door was obviously old like the rest of the town, and was flimsy too. Will gripped the edges of his new handhold in the door and started to pull it upwards. He grunted and breathed heavily as the mechanics in his arm whirred and whined audibly under the stress. The began to gradually lift up, finally opening the rest of the way automatically as the door's sensors registered the opening as the door being unlocked. "Knock knock aruetiise...." Will said in a low, sadistic voice as he entered, what he saw surprised him a bit.

In the corner of the room to the right were two blue-skinned twi-lek entertainers, cowering in fear. To the left were very malicious men, obviously hired guns, only thing was that they seemed just as spooked as the girls, and none of them had any of their guns anyways. And finally in the center of the room was a couch, with a green-skinned male twi-lek with a mando'ad in grey beskar'gam with a red trim standing in front of him, a vibro-blade in his hand and a blaster rifle attached to a thigh holster. Will smiled under his jet-black helmet, the green trim around the helmet giving almost no reflection off. He stepped inside and looked around, giving a nod of greetings to Talyc, "Su'cuy vod." He said in a light tone, than shifting his visor over to the twi-lek, "Oi, you, aruetii. You own this cantina?"

[Talyc Vaal]

OOC:

May 14, 2010 0:36:12 GMT -5 Will Hemata said:

standing in front of him, a vibro-blade in his hand and a blaster rifle attached to a thigh holster

That's totally not how my kit's aranged, ner vod, but whatever.

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“…This is getting tiresome,” Talyc grumbled wearily. “Just get to the point!”

“Easy, easy,” Kreyo fumbled for words. “I… uh… I can maybe get in touch with some guys I know, okay? Give me, like, a day, and I’ll have everything—“

Talyc leaned forward, cutting him off. “You’re wasting time, aruetii. My ship. Now.” Somehow, he didn’t need to raise his voice to sound intimidating.

“Okay! Sorry! Ah…” the spineless lowlife quickly ran through a mental list of all the scumbags, bounty hunters, and criminals he’d heard about recently, looking for someone to pin the blame on. Anybody, just so long as it got this damn mercenary away…

“Terrik! Lock Terrik!” Kreyo exclaimed. “Last I heard, he was the one who pawned off the Jai'galaar! I swear!”

Just then, there was a mechanical screech as the door to the bar was wrenched up by force. Kreyo jumped as if he just had a heart attack. Who knows? Due to the sight of what just came blundering in, perhaps he did.

“"Knock knock aruetiise...."

Of all the beings in the galaxy that could of shown up right now, Talyc was astounded to see a fellow Mando. Clad in black beskar’gam with dark green trim, the stranger noticed Talyc and offered a seemingly casual greeting before turning his attention on Kreyo.

“Su'cuy vod. Oi, you, aruetii. You own this cantina?”

“WHAT THE HELL?” Kreyo blurted out. Turning to Talyc, he said, flabbergasted, “You! You… brought more of… of you!? I can’t believe this!!! Men! Kill them! Kill them NOW!!!”

Talyc looked to the stranger and silently held his arms out to his sides, palms up, as if to say, what have you done? Meanwhile, every person in the room, the thugs, Kreyo, even the bartender and the Twi’lek girls whipped out blasters. The room filled with clicks and whirrs as the blasters nearly simultaneously lifted to point at the two Mandalorians…

"Osik..." Talyc muttered...

[Lock Terrik]

"I have a "complaint" to take up with whoever is running this place." the man smirked devilishly. "Want to join and watch?" He chuckled, put his helmet back on, and walked toword the stairs.

He didnt turn back, so Lock got up in a hurry, quickly taking a drink from his Correlian whiskey. Lock got up there, but not before being hassled by the bartender for a tip.

" Lock, come on, i know you have plenty of credits, could i just have a couple more?" The bartender said.

"Look Mal, i have to do something right now, so i dont have time for this," Lock replied.

Lock ran up the stairs two at a time. Coming to a room with another Mandalorian, this one had better armor though, and he was hassling the boss. There were two Twi'leks in the corner, and two hired guns in the other, they all seemed to be afraid of this new Mandalorian, obviously he wanted something, or maybe the boss was going to try to blame someone?

Will, the Mandalorian Lock had met downstairs, seemed sort of out of place and surprised. The boss said something, Lock couldnt hear it at the time because he was still dumbfounded at what was happening, and all of a sudden the room was filled with clicks and whirs of blaster being turned on, Lock slowly turned on his own rifle, taking it off his back, putting it into an expert pose, aiming right at the boss.

"Don't move." Lock said, making everyone in the room look back at him in surprise at the newcomer. Lock smirked, it happened a lot when he took out his gun.

[Talyc Vaal]

Talyc tensed, bracing for a fight. But just as the room was about to erupt with blaster fire, yet another person decided to crash the party, further shattering whatever hope was left for this situation.

“Don’t move!”

Everybody turned to look at the newcomer foolish enough to barge in with a drawn weapon into an entire room filled with thugs aiming blasters. They looked over to their boss with confused expressions.

“You’re a popular guy today, Kreyo…” Talyc dryly remarked. The gang leader ignored him, sputtering with rage and bewilderment.

“WELL, KILL HIM TOO!!!” he screamed, then ducked for cover underneath his couch.

After that, all that could be heard was the sound of a room full of discharging blasters. Scarlet flashes flew everywhere, forcing Talyc to seek shelter from the barrage. At that moment, all he could think was move, move, move! He ducked and scurried low as angry thugs tried to use him for target practice. Beskar was strong stuff, but only a fool ignored people shooting at you.

The only real cover near Kreyo’s lounge area was the bar. The large, multi-armed Besalisk bartender leveled a pair of blaster pistols at Talyc as he approached, but with blaster bolts flying all around him, the Mandalorian had little choice. He jumped, diving over the counter and tackled the bartender, and the both of them fell behind the bar in a grapple.

They hit the floor hard, causing Talyc let out his breath with a loud “Oof…”. Stunned for a moment, The angry bartender rolled on top of him and began to pummel his helmet with all four massive arms. Talyc crosses his arms over his face to block the assault, but two of the arms just moved to hammer his sides. Even in armor, the heavy bludgeoning attacks packed plenty of wallop. That needed to stop…

Still using his arms to guard his head, Talyc rolled his body from side to side until he rocked the bartender into the side of the bar. The impact was enough to dislodge a few bottles and bring them crashing onto the Besalisk’s head. He winced with each hit. One of the bottles broke, spilling fizzy blue liquid all over him and stunning him for a second. That was Talyc’s chance! The pummeling fists lessened for a moment, and he took advantage of that moment to reach up and give the bartender a good, solid punch to the face. He reeled backwards. Talyc wiggled out from under him, freeing his legs. He grabbed the bartender’s blue-stained shirt, placed both legs on his stomach, rolled backwards, and kicked hard! The bartender was sent up onto the counter, where he slid across the smooth surface and crashed onto the floor on the other side.

Talyc took a deep breath. That hadn’t been easy, but now was no time to rest. He got to his knees quickly. Now that he had good cover, he peeked over the counter, unslung his blaster rifle, and began returning fire.

[Will Hemata]

Will sighed softly, always so violent, some cantina this was.

“WELL, KILL HIM TOO!!!” the Twi'lek yelled and than rolled under his couch.

Will moved quickly, sliding behind a couch for cover as blaster rounds cracked and pinged around inside of the room. He tapped a button on his right gauntlet and than popped out of cover, twisting the end of his wrist-mounted flamer and was rewarded with a bright flash of light as his flamer spat flames forward for half a second, than Will quickly deactivated the flamer and ducked back into cover.

On the other side he heard the screaming of two men, good, two less aruetiise to shoot at him. There was a lot of talk going on as well, bickering of various alien languages. Will smiled softly and drew his blaster pistol into his left arm. He breathed softly and heard foot steps coming towards his position, counting under his breath.

"Solus....t'ad...Ehn!"

He popped out of cover again and fired his blaster, a red bolt of light shot from it and impacted into the chest of a nikto holding a blaster rifle. It screamed and than fell back with a smoldering hole in its chest.

Suddenly another mercenary ran towards Will, clearing the body quickly and leaping at the mandalorian. It was another human, the guard slamming straight into Will's torso and tackling him to the ground before Will could get a shot off on him, his blaster clattering to the ground out of Will's hand. The two rolled on the ground, the other trying to get advantage over the other. Finally Will got a good position underneath the man, and gave him a hard push with his legs, making the mercenary tumble backwards off of Will.

The other human rolled into a standing position and pulled out a blade. Will smirked under his helmet, it was just a normal knife, not even a vibro-blade. The man screamed at him and charged. Will got up to one knee and extended his left arm, grabbing the wrist with the knife as the man got into range. The thug's momentum sped him forward though, and Will was ready. There was the sound of flesh ripping and organs getting punctured, red blood sprayed onto Will's black beskar'gam. The man gasped softly and looked down slowly, Will's right mechanical arm with its sharp finger tips was stabbing through his stomach, and sticking out of his back. The knife fell to the ground and the man gasped for air. Will spoke quietly,

"Gar di'kut'la aruetii."

The mandalorian yanked his arm out of the man's stomach and pushed him forward, letting the other human's head slam against a table, effectively knocking him out while he bled to death. Will almost forgot about the rest of the battle as a blaster bolt slammed into his shoulder plate. His body spun around and he let himself fall back down behind his cover. Picking up his blaster, he sighed.

"Some just don't know when they're beaten..."