Out of the Frying Pan... (d20 Star Wars)

[Kemrain]

Felia remains under cover, bringing her hand inside her satchel to grip the handle of her model Q2, keeping it consealed. She tries to remain calm in all the chaotic confusion, keeping her breathing level and her pulse as normal as possible, but finds it no easy task.

OOC: Total defense, under cover, drawing a consealed weapon. Her hold-out blaster is set to stun. She has no interest in killing anyone.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

DRK-1X:
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Dofina cocks a half-smile at Tal's question, looking comical on a Nemoidian. "The only real law around here is what you make yourself. One of Torrba's cronies owns that place and the security consists of whoever is present at the time. Torrba doesn't tolerate weakness, so if Kellon can't protect his own interests..." She trails off.

Yes, Torrba would be 'the law' in this part of the city. Since Torrba believes in might makes right, Kellon's cantina is under Kellon's protection. Torrba won't lift a fat finger, even for his closest lieutenant.
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Hands on your weapons, you each sweat under pressure of the combatants getting the idea that you would make good targets too. Some of the patrons have cleared, but not enough to give you a clear view of the fight. You can hear the following over the commotion however:


"... contract... mine..."
"Jedi... above your capa...."
"We'll see... Kellon... will be...Aaarrgghh..."
"You! I remem...*gurgled gasp*"
"No not... can't be..."


Suddenly, a man ducks down beside you, blaster in hand. "Hi folks. This happens all the time. You'd know that if you came here more often." He smiles, his blaster firing a few shots over the rim of the bar. "Speaking of, who in blazes are you anyway?"

 

[Kemrain]

"... contract... mine..."
"Jedi... above your capa...."
"We'll see... Kellon... will be...Aaarrgghh..."
"You! I remem...*gurgled gasp*"
"No not... can't be..."

Felia frowns as she hears the name of the rodian they're looking to meet shouted over the din of the cantina. This can't be good, she thinks to herself

Suddenly, a man ducks down beside you, blaster in hand. "Hi folks. This happens all the time. You'd know that if you came here more often." He smiles, his blaster firing a few shots over the rim of the bar. "Speaking of, who in blazes are you anyway?"

About to pull her blaster out on the newcomer, Felia realises that he's pointing his away form her.
"..Felia Sardo," she tells him in answer to his question. "This is supposed to be part of the daily entertainment?" she asks sarcasticly, keeping her head down.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi keeps his head down, and stays behind cover. When the newcomer joins them, he remains silent, letting Felia do the talking. She seems to have a way with people and he's afraid he'll say or do something that gives away what he is so is content to remain quiet. He keeps his hand on his blaster, in the event he has to actually draw and use it.

 

[Bobitron]

"Wait a sec. Kellon? Isn't that who we are supposed to meet?" Tal's blaster is also flipped to stun. "That makes me nervous. How 'bout you, Felia?"

Tal glances sideways at the newcomer from behind his visor, but keeps quiet, letting Felia take the lead. He winces slightly when she says her name. Now what was the point of that? No matter. Let's figure out if we can avoid the ruckus, or if our contact needs a rescue.

 

[Ambrus]

Shadow:
[sblock]DRK-1X takes its Mistress' amused statement as permission to respond to the soldier's comlink request. The diminutive probe droid whispers its response into Dofina's ear as it simultaneously transmits it to Felia and Tal.

"Hi folks. This happens all the time. You'd know that if you came here more often. Speaking of, who in blazes are you anyway?"

DRK-1X will also attempt to identify the new speaker by comparing his voice to those of other local residents its met or spied upon in the neighbourhood. (Standard action, Computer Use +14 and/or Listen +9, taking 10)[/sblock]

"X! Keep us aware of incoming law enforcement or anything this forsaken place has like that!"

There is a pauses before the probe droid responds to Tal's order amidst the sounds of blaster fire in the cantina; "Statement: Acknowledged. But it's..." Tal's next transmission cuts off the rest of the droid's response.

"Wait a sec. Kellon? Isn't that who we are supposed to meet? That makes me nervous. How 'bout you, Felia?"

Assuming the first question is directed at it, DRK-1X answers into Felia and Tal's earpieces; "Report: Affirmative. Kellon Greytouch, an albino rodian, is your contact. As the cantina is within the territory he manages for Torrba he is solely responsible for enforcing order there. It is unlikely that Torrba will dispatch any other personnel for a cantina brawl; especially since he is currently sleeping."

 

[Kemrain]

Felia gives Tal a quick worried look between speaking with their new associate and listening to 1X talk in her ear, unsure whether Kellon is in danger, or is danger, and not liking it. She looks back to the newcomer, hoping he'll provide more information about their situation.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

The man fires a few more shots over the rim of the bar before speaking again. "Ah well, you could say that. If it's not Kellon's group, it's them Corsairs outside. If it's not them it's somebody else. Lately it's been the Bounty Hunter's Guild." It's then that you notice an odd tattoo on the man's arm. "If you got business with Kellon, I suggest you get in there quick, he doesn't stick around long when these things happen."

With that, he fires a few more shots before getting up and disappearing into the fray. You notice that there is now a small path in between people that leads towards the door to the tracks.

DRK-1X:
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The only thing that comes up in your search is that the voice has similar inflections to the voice of one Jango Fett, the rumored progenitor of the clone troopers.
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[Ambrus]

DRK-1X continues to carefully monitor the chaos of the cantina while echoing the transmission for its Mistress' benefit. The diminutive probe droid patiently awaits questions or orders from either Dofina or the three refugees in the cantina while scanning other comlink channels for any mention of the disturbance.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Femi continues to watch the chaos from behind the relative safety of cover. He breathes a bit easier when the stranger leaves their midst and heads back into the fray. No need to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves, or at least any more than they already have. When he sees that the path to the doors leading to the track is somewhat clear, he turns to his friends.

"If our goal lies beyond those doors, now might be the time to make our exit from here," he says, nodding towards the track doors. He slowly starts to get up, keeping his head low and his hand on his blaster grip.