Kriffkriffkriffkriff Seri bites back another scream, a flood of guilt and fear washing over her. She scurries to the back door, dropping to her hands and knees, and easing it open. Low to the ground, she crawls, hoping her profile is low enough to avoid any rogue blasts. She does her best to peer through the dark, trying to spot the outline of the bar with the meagre light let in by the open door. Despite the danger and the horror of the situation, she can’t help but feel a sense of embarrassment, aware of her swinging hips as she inches along on all fours.
The door slid open, and Seri's heart almost stopped as someone moved through them - it took her a moment to realise that it was a Miralian waitress who fell on the floor. The blaster mark on her back was still smoking and the blank stare was enough for Seri to know she was dead. Spoiler: luck 11 Seri crawled past the dead waitress and into the dark room. She could barely see anything, even as the blaster flew in the darkness. Soon, she was moving through the dark room, moving blind... luckily, she reached the place were bartender's position was... and she found him lying on the ground, moaning lightly with a visible blaster mark on his chest... it looked nasty.
Nami nodded slowly. “I can understand that,” she said, “and I do appreciate it. I know all about debts.” She paused. But it had to be said, sooner or later. “That’s part of what I’m worried about. I owe a lot of credits to some…bad people. I don’t want any of the consequences of that falling on you or the others.” She looked down. “Bad enough that I got myself into this mess without bringing anyone else down too.”
Kaelaen hummed and turned to look into Naomi's eyes with intensity that made her almost step back. "You, being in trouble is what lead me to being freed from the cage, so I am grateful for that." The echani said and there was something deep in her voice. Clank. "Got it!" Jura called from the door, and as Nami turned she realised that the pilot hit the door frame with the cart by accident. It was small and not made for transport of live humans or Zeltrons, but it would do.
Bacta! Why didn’t I get any bacta?! She curses herself, even as she tries desperately to convince herself that this would all have happened anyway - that many people with that many blasters? A recipe for violence, right? She paws at Kaangor’s chest, and rummages around behind the bar, half-blind, trying to find a medical kit, or any supplies.
Seri moved in darkness, searching blindly for anything that could serve as band or medicine- Crack! A blaster hit bottle over her head, spreading the alcohol over her, then another and another - it didn't even looked like they were aiming. One of the blasters actually ignited the alcohol on the shelf, not far from her... And it became a source of light. For a moment he blaster fire intensified, as more people started shooting as it became brighter. There was also more screams... And it seemed that with each scream the firefight was closing into conclusion.
For a moment Nami could only stare, trying to read the meaning of Kaelaen’s reaction. Was she getting herself into a new kind of trouble here? But she did need friends, people she could count on, and maybe— The clank of Jura’s arrival brought her back into the moment. She looked the cart over and nodded. “Good job. Let’s get her onto it.” She moved to help lift the unconscious woman, making sure her blanket would stay covering her up.
The tree of them lifted the unconscious woman and moved her onto the cart. As Nami covered the unconscious woman, Jura took a step back. "So, we move her to your ship, yea?" She looked at Nami. "Before that, anything we should worry about, or that requires quick action?" She paused. "Ah, you mentioned dock fees, yeah?"
Seri yelps as her cobalt locks are doused in rich-smelling alcohol, then shivers at a second splash against the small of her back. She blinks, feeling spirits trickle down her cheeks and chin, trying to flick damp strands of hair away from her face. The battle might be winding down, but all that means is the impending approach of any survivors. With a helpless groan, she grips Kaangor as best as she can, trying to haul him in a half crouch towards the doorway to the private rooms.
Spoiler: luck 5 - Seri grabbed the man under his shoulder and started hauling him. The man was far heavier than her, and it took some effort to drag him. ! Suddenly, there was a scream and a heavy blaster fire exploded again. "You fuckers!" A scream ripped through the room as someone stood up - a male Gran, flanked by female Zabrak and another, a Chagrain male probably. They started shooting wildly, as they moved forward, only to suddenly a number of blasts focused on them. It was almost as if a scene from holovid, the three danced as bolt after bolt slammed into their bodies, before they fell on the ground - or in case of Chagrian, on the table. The room was silent, for a moment, then Seri noticed movement - several people started getting up, moving with blasters raised... slowly advancing...
Seri stops in her tracks, covering her ears at the sudden onslaught of light and sound from a fresh fusillade. She barely stifles a whimper as she struggles to regain her senses, and ducks furtively out from around the bar, hoping for a glimpse of whoever had joined the fight now. Guilt twists in her stomach, but she doesn’t see many options left to her now: she has to protect herself. Seri drops low as she can, starting to crawl her way along the floor, trying to retrace her steps and reach the exit.
She started backing- Spoiler: Stealth 10+1 vs dc 10 - success She almost stepped on the glass, but easily made her way around it, as she slowly backed to the exit- "Ah..." A soft moan stopped her. She looked up, and realised the bartender was looking at her, stretching his hand. "Don't leave me~" He moaned out weakly. The people with blasters were still approaching.
Nami bit her lip. She didn’t want to delay treatment, but Jura’s mention of quick action put other thoughts in her mind. With their worries over credits, even the slim possibility of recovering some of her lost belongings preyed on her mind. It felt like a long shot, but, if that – that man had been too busy fulfilling his urges to notice her bag, then maybe, just maybe, it was still there. Yet although she didn’t want to lie, she couldn’t tell the truth about what had happened… “The docking fees are taken care of,” she said slowly. “I guess that’s why the dockmaster hasn’t already come to you. The other thing is – like I said, I tried to make an arrangement to see the owner of a clinic here. About getting me some work. I don’t want to delay things, but maybe I can still – before the chance slips away…” She trailed off, not sure if she was hoping one of them would agree to go with her, or talk her out of it.
Seri lets out a soft hiss of dismay, her eyes wide and fearful. Her mind races for a solution, and the only one she can conjure seems like a reckless gambit. She shrugs the stolen rifle off her shoulder, and slides it over the top of the bar, jamming the trigger down to let off a round of shots, blindly firing in the hopes of stalling the approaching figures. She fumbles around in the dark with her free hand, trying to find something to hold the trigger in place.
Kaelaen seemed to catch Nami's meaning. "You want me to go with you?" She asked as she started pushing the cart. "Is it even a good idea?" Jura asked. "The clinic doesn't seem like something that would provide us with enough credits." "Unless it upgraded tits." Kaelaen said as she grunted, pushing the cart. "Unless it upgraded tits." Jura nodded after a moment.
Spoiler: craft +2 (engineering) +11 vs DC 10 - success The idea, was insane, reckless and probably stupid - but still, Seri easily managed to secure the rifle and it was ready to fire. "Yhhh~" The bartender moan louder, more desperatly - and even in darkness, Seri realised that the noise he was making, attracted at least a couple of armed people, as they started walking straight in his direction... and hers as well.
Despite her worries, Nami couldn’t help but laugh a little at Kaelaen’s comment. “You’re right,” she said to Jura, “but I just don’t know what else to do. I mean—” She sighed. “We really need to get credits somehow. And if I start offering treatment to people here, competing with the clinic, it might be a good idea to get some inside information. At least to know what kind of operation they are.”
Seri locks the trigger in place, setting off the blaster for as long as it’ll stay in its position. With her meagre strength, she hooks her hands under Kaangor’s arm, and tries to heave him across the floor. Her back twinges, and she feels something in it flex unhappily, but she does what she can to try and haul the injured bartender away from the bar, and towards the - hopeful - safety of the back room.
"Wait-" Jura joined Kaelaen and helped pushing the cart. "So, information gathering?" The Echani hummed. "I guess I could go with that. Gather a few volunteers for some fast jobs to keep us afloat." She licked her lips. "Yeah, but are we safe here?" A memory of alley flashed in Naomi's mind, the felling of rough hand on her tit, blaster pressing against back of her head, hot shaft penetrating her, messing her up, the fall... but before she could speak, Jura continued. "I am not eager to stay so close to Zygerian space."
The rifle starts firing - there is a grunt and his of pain, sound of fall. Then shootout explodes again, blasters started firing in the direction of rifle. Serif grabbed the man and managed to drag him. Soon, she pulls him through the back door, walking past the familiar dead waitress. For a moment, they are safe behind the wall, safe from blasters. The bartended those not look good. His eyes are misted, sweat covering his skin, barely conscious and grunting with pain...
