Fendrat know pretty well, the Jedi could pull away any shoot from the blaster by their lightsaber. "And You will let us live? I have to belive, that you let us go, after all of that?" He playing on time, hoping Deet will come on time.
DT-L30 enters, still wearing his cloak, and hood. He'd probably look too suspicious even for a cantina. Yet he makes his toward Fendrat's location. His mechanical fingers begin twitching in excitement, as he's about to battle a jedi. DT-L30 enters the room, aiming his heavy rifle at the jedi, "Surrender now, and no one gets hurt." He said, revealing his mechanical limbs, and his death trooper armor to the jedi...
The captain stands attention. "Admiral." She salutes and after receiving an answer she walks to the desk and grabs one of the glasses. "Congratulations on destroying an entire rebel cell." She raised her glass. "Our bet worked."
She gets up slowly walking toward the bar. She orders a drink sitting by them, and watches intently ready to make her move. There are a lot of if factors that could play out. She was ready for them to make a move.
"Ah..." Kaya didn't form words at first, just exhaling from a sharp and heated gasp that escaped the lips. This man was dirty, old, and gross. Kaya hated the fact that it forced the reaction it did. Thump. The heart pounded inside the chest, the assassin just fidgeting for a few seconds, with all it accomplishing was inadvertently guiding the dirty old man's cock to between the cheeks of Kaya's bubble butt. Cheeks starting to flush into a scarlet tinge, the assassin's normally energetic style was drained, paralyzed at trying to fight against the constant craving for cock. Anyone's cock. "Ah, you really are just a dirty old man, aren't you?" Despite the need to insult him, Kay didn't actually pull away. If anything, the cyborg's thighs moved on their own, letting the erection press to bury it deeper into the round ass in front of it. It hadn't went in yet, but the body acted autonomously. Leaning backwards into the pervert's chest, the warmth building from Kaya's body could be felt as they pressed so closely, the illicit tingle of arousal running down the spine in a fast shudder, that forced Kay to look away, hiding the look of flushed arousal and embarrassment.
The Jedi looks at DT and realises the truth. "You're Imperials." She screams out "No!" and begins ranting. "I did everything right! I stayed away from the Empire! I didn't fight, I just stayed here and did my job. Why is this happening?" She looks to be on the verge of tears. Her expression changes to one of fury, and in a burst of inhuman speed, she crosses the room faster than the human eye can track, towards the death trooper. She slashes the lightsaber horizontally. She cuts through DT's blaster, and it's only the trooper's enhanced reflexes that allow him to escape having his head cut off, the lightsaber coming perilously close to his neck. She thrusts out a hand, and sends Fendrat against the room again, thumping heavily against the far wall. Song opens fire with his blaster, but she stops the bolt in mid air, the trail of energy shimmering and twitching. Outside, they can all hear a deep, gruff voice shout "What the hell is going on in there?" Heavy footprints draw closer.
Zenobia touches her glass to Gailte's and smiles brilliantly. "All thanks to you, my friend!" She takes Gailte's hand. "You have no idea how far our careers are about to soar because of this!" Her excitement is palpable. "Not only did we win a victory over the Rebels in the wake of their foul terrorist attack, but we managed to capture a leader to bring back to Coruscant in chains". She shakes her head. "We are going to be heroes. Plus, I've sent a team after that Jedi you located. Don't worry! You'll receive full credit, I assure you. With that gift in hand, we'll even have the support of Darth Vader". She takes a long sip of her wine. "I knew that you were something special when I first met you, I'd never have gone with your insane scheme otherwise, but you really are one in a million, Gailte."
Vahlia sees one of the men move behind Rowan as he cracks wise at the bar, schmoozing and charming the people there. He takes the back of Rowan's head and slams his face into the table, with a loud thud. Rowan screams, Vahlia can see that his nose is broken. The other man takes a set next to the con artist. "Ah, Rowan! So good to see you again! Tell me, where exactly is the money you promised our boss?" The first gangster, pressing Rowan's face down on the table, pulls a blaster and shoves it against the man's skull. "I don't have it!" Rowan screams. The patrons look terrified, none of them get involved.
"Why me again?! There are others in this room!" Fendrat gasp, as he get hit in the wall again. What he doing here? He should stay in hangar and repair ships, not fighting with Jedi! He open his comunicator and made call. "Anyone who can hear me, we need support, I repeat, we need support! Jedi will kill us all here!" He rise his blaster and shoot in her legs, steping away.
Tarrik's Interceptor is in bad shape. The joint between the wing and the piloting sphere has taken a glancing blow, and burnt away much of the metal. The wing hangs limply from the connector. Loreley can tell that if they had been fighting on the planet, where wind resistance is present, the whole wing would probably have been torn off. Tarrik gets out of the cockpit and holds her hand up for a high five. Loreley can see blood pouring from a cut on her scalp. The Captain's voice booms through the open space of the hangar. "Well done, Alpha One. A terrific job. We're counting three kills on your part. Stay by your craft, we may need you again, if more Rebels come or the Jedi escapes off world." His voice grows louder, and far less hospitable. "Alpha Two. Report to my office immediately."
Loreley looked at the striken interceptor, it would probably need to go back to Sienar for refit. She was at least relieved that Tarrik made it in one piece... more or less. She high-fived her, 'We made it. Good show. You should get that head looked at, though.' When the captain called over the speakers, she grimaced a little, 'That doesn't sound good, I hope he won't chew you out too harshly. See you later, I need to get back on station.' Loreley patted Tarrik on her shoulder and then went back to her TIE, having a quick look around the ship and a drink of water before climbing back in and waiting on stand-by for new orders, 'Alpha One, ready for next sortie, captain.'
Vahlia ponders her decision here to save her bounty or kill him and... “Enough thinking.” She pulls out her staff and raps it over the man that threw Rowans head into the table. She dances around and throws her weight for the staff to hit the other man sitting down by the con artists. She looks at Rowan with a glare “I need you alive for now scum.” She grabs his hand and drives him out of the bar.
The man holding Rowan goes down like a sack of bricks. Bleeding from a wound on his skull, and twitching horrifically. There's a sharp crack as she hits the other man, and he falls to the ground. Rowan doesn't resist as she drags him outside. "Who are you?" He asks. As she drags Rowan, a blaster shot flies over her head. The second man she hit stumbles through the doorway with a blaster, holding his dislocated jaw. "Come back here! You won't get away with that!" He fires again, his shot going wide and narrowly missing an old lady.
"Damn!" He groaned as he barely dodged the attack, losing his blaster in the process. DT-L30 then draws his vibroknife, in an attempt to engage the jedi in a melee. "Fendrat, just keep pumping your pheromones in the room. I'll try and stall her, and when you see an oppurtunity, tase her." He used his voice scrabler as he issued his order, making sure only those with communicators can understand what he said.
Stuck in the melee, the Jedi finds it hard to defend herself from DT's blade and Fendrat's blaster shots. She deflects with her saber and dodges away from the blade, but is clearly struggling. Song finds himself choked from behind by a huge Gammorean bouncer. He tries to shake himself free, and drives an elbow into the pig man's face. The bouncer looks hurt but doesn't let go. He looks confused as to why the cantina's number one has a lightsaber, and why she's being assaulted by a death trooper. DT finds himself pushed back, and the Jedi withdraws towards the other end of the room, still holding the lightsaber out in front of her. "Let's stop this!" She closes her hand, and Fendrat feels his throat begin to close, stopping him from breathing. She lifts her hand up, and Fendrat is lifted up into the air. "I'm no threat to the Empire. I've spent almost 20 years trying to stay out of their hair! I fuck for a living, for kriff's sake!" She gestures towards her body. "Why don't we just put down our weapons, and you forget you ever saw me? You can say that I got away, that I was spooked by the rebels and left. I'll do anything you want, I just want to live in peace". She gestures towards her incredible figure. "Anything you want."
"Is that right? If you want to live, then come with us peacefully. Heh. If you do a good job, I'm sure Moff Tarkin would be more than happy to keep you out of the inquisitors hands, of course, you will be living as his sex slave." DT-L30 replied, his voice scrambler enabling anyone to hear what he said. "Or, you can continue fighting, maybe even kill us. But then, our ship will simply level this entire place, you, and everyone withing a few miles of here will die." He threatened her, though he wasn't sure if the captain would do it.
She shouts. "Why can't you just let me go? I'm not hurting anyone! The Rebels already came here to recruit me, and I told them no. Isn't that proof that I'm not a threat? Let's just have some fun and forget this ever happened".
"Because I have no reason to let you go." DT-L30 replied, as he straightens himself out. "Last chance. Surrender, or die." He gave the jedi her choices, as he once again prepares to engage her in a melee.
