Juvex City

Adrien was a little surprised when Erly scooted closer than she already was, he was a complete stranger to her, for all intents and purposes she shouldn't trust him any further than she could throw him but for some reason she did, or at least seemed to. It gave Adrien a contradictory mix of emotions, on one hand her apparent trust in him gave him a sense of ease, almost as though he could trust her in return but at the same time it made him wonder if she had some sort of angle she was playing. He'd been played before by good looking dames, this could all be a clever ruse. Of course his paranoia was often bested by his weakness for the damsel in distress, almost as often as his common sense was bested by certain other parts of his anatomy. He'd keep a watchful eye on her, he'd keep her close as long as she was on his ship then if and when she earned his trust he would give it to her completely. Depending on how useful she was to him he may even invite her to be part of his crew.

She was observant, more than he initially gave her credit for as he glanced over at the man to confirm her assessment. She was right, he looked nervous, too nervous. For just the quick glance that Adrien took he spotted a few things about the man that didn't sit quite right. His eyes were sad and desperate, coupled with his nervousness and bee line for the bar didn't bode well. Then there was his hat, clinched tightly with one hand but hiding the other underneath it. Adrien wondered if Erly noticed it. The conversation even seemed to get somewhat heated, at least on the bartender's end, the man seemed to be pleading with the Twi'lek and as he did so the man became more and more nervous. His voice even started to carry, something about needing something and a few pleases.

He turned to take a drink and play it cool, but he couldn't quite shake this itching feeling that something bad was about to happen. He calmly reached across his chest to his left side and unclipped his Enforcer, making sure that his action was concealed between him and Erly. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He said to her in a hushed voice. "Grab my coat there and put it around your shoulders." It wasn't known to many that the inside lining of his coat was made of spidersilk and if it should come to a shoot out he didn't want her getting hurt by any stray blaster fire.

It was no sooner than the words left his mouth when they heard the man shout with clear desperation in his voice.

"Please!"

And suddenly the cantina was silent as attention was diverted to the man. He stood there fidgeting until the Twi'lek looked from side to side and laughed at the man's request. Adrien grabbed his pistol grip and waited as he sipped on his drink.

"I just need more time." He muttered with tears in his eyes as he pulled a small holdout blaster and pointed it at the Twi'lek.

Dice watched the events unfold, the barkeep nodded his head towards the newest patrons. A male and a female. Dice nodded her head in thanks to the twi'lek and stood. She brushed the sleeves of her white cloak as she moved towards their booth. She drifted from place to place unless something held her there. So with no destination in mind she just wanted to get to the next chapter. Her payment hung at her hip her hood was down and she was almost within reaching distance of the two at the booth; when an incident started with the twi'lek.

Leeza kept scowling at Fenrir, his response doing nothing to quench of rage as she stalked off to one of the rooms and grabbed her gear, before making her way back past the common room, towards the exit ramp
"You can tell Adrien he needs to find a new pilot, I'm not moving slaves"
She then turned and made her way down the ramp and off the ship, disppearing into the local spaceport foot traffic

Fenrir gave a nod to Leeza as she took her leave from the crew, not making any move to stop her, since it was better to let her go, considering her rather deep seated hatred of slavery, which he had a feeling would be a recurring issue if they continued taking jobs for Juvex Imports/Exports. He then turned his attention towards the blonde haired Mando that was currently busy cleaning his armour of the blood stains that Fenrir assumed came from some fight he had recently had. Well, at least it seemed like they had gained either a new potential crew member, or a passenger, in replacement for Leeza, though that still left their pilot position in something of an unknown situation.
All things considered, he figured it might be best to go find Adrien and inform him of these new developments, as he started herding the slave's into a couple of rooms, locking the doors behind them so that they couldn't escape. When that was taken care of, he turned towards the Mando, thinking it might be best to bring the man along, instead of leaving him here with the ship
=Fenrir Asikari=
Come on, we better go find the Captain, He'll want to know our pilot just left...
Fenrir then motioned for Spectre to follow him, as he lead the way off the Shadow and out of the space port, wondering just where Adrian might have gone to look for passengers. The obvious places would be one of the bars, but which one it would be, was an entirely different question


Leon had been enjoying his usual drinking session for the day at "Wonko's Weary Traveler", a fairly popular local hot spot for off world traveler's to frequent, especially those looking to get off world that had an aversion to public transport. Like a couple others present in the bar currently, he too was looking for a way off world, not as a passenger, but as a crew member, since his wallet was getting a bit too light to afford to pay for his way off world. He took note of the exchange between the bar tender and the man that had entered with the young blonde woman, taking note of where they were seated as he finished his drink.
He was about to go over and approach the pair, getting so far as rising from his seat, when the middle aged man at the bar started to cause a commotion, first arguing with the bar tender, before he drew a blaster pistol. Leon didn't need his heightened senses to know that doing something like that in a place like this, was not going to end well for anyone, especially as a couple moments later, several people in the bar also reached for their own weapons. Of all the places some desparate sap could have decided to try make a quick credit or two, this one had unwisely chosen a bar of all places, especially one with soo many off worlder's in it.
He took note of where everyone was, especially those closest to the ship Captain that he had been about to seek work from just moments before, knowing that he would be best to help him get out, and secure a bit of a foot in the door for getting work. He slowly edged through the crowd towards the booth, trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous, before stopping a couple feet away, as he turned his attention back towards the man.

The man kept his pistol pointed at the Twi'lek, already having come this far in his desperation, and he was not going to turn back now, especially since he could still get away with this. All it would take, was one shot, one shot to get the eveyrone's attention and prove that he was being serious, and not to be messed with
I just... needed... more time
Leon felt like time slowed down to slow motion as his brain started piecing the next few moments together, the desperation within the man's voice already cluing him in on what he was about to do. The man at the bar his only shot off, killing the bar tender due to his point blank range, before a dozen blasters and slugthrowers were fired off, riddling the man with shots, as the powder keg was ignited. As shots started firing through the bar, Leon turned towards the woman that was in the white cloak that was currently standing between him and the ship Captain, that he needed to make sure lived through this.
He quickly siezed the cloaked woman and pushed her into the booth next to the blonde woman, to give her some better protection from this commotion, just in time as a stray slug came flying through his back and out the right side of his chest. He stumbled forward slightly, grabbing a hold of the edge of the booth to steady himself, gritting his teeth as the bullet wound healed itself, in time for him to turn around and haymaker a guy that had been charging at him with a club in hand. He could already see several tables had been flipped over as people took cover behind them to shoot at each other, whilst others were getting into good old fashioned fist fights. He then turned his attention back towards the Captain, whom was already firing a couple shots off towards people, his female companion, and the cloaked women he had pushed in with them
=Leon Asikari=
We need to get out of here!

Dice lurched forward, taken by surprise, her Desert Eagle Mark VII drawn; when she was roughly shoved into the booth with the captain and the other woman. Dice turned angry eyes to her assailant when a bullet went through him. She felt only partially sorry for him. Still she had her weapon trained on him when he turned to her. She only turned her weapon to another shooter, when he said they needed to get out of there.
Still she wouldn't forget about this... She sniffed and nodded turning her eyes to the captain.

"EEK!" came the girly squeal the moment the gunfire started. There was always one, right? Only Erly didn't think she'd be the source of that sound, but it couldn't be helped. She wasn't fond of gunfire, and there was a whole lot of that right now. And then a cloaked woman filled her field of vision from another corner, whilst Adrien had begun returning fire. She also watched the man who shoved the other woman behind their table for cover get shot in the back, and hurt, badly. But he didn't appear the least bit perturbed by this and even knocked out an assailant, to her utter amazement, that she shamelessly stared at him with open-mouthed wonder.

His telling them that they needed to get out of the place snapped her out of her reverie, and she pulled out the tiniest hold-out blaster ever seen. It was so small, it was hard to believe that it was a real weapon, until she snapped off a shot with it.

BOOOM!

"...nnn..." Erly groaned after the ensuing recoil of her weapon had launched her back against a wall. The sonic concussion weapon didn't need many shots to get its point across to people, and there was a hole in the roof of the cantina now. Looking upwards, Erly mentally cursed herself for not forewarning those nearby just how jarring the little but lethal weapon could be to those near it. Oh it wasn't a ridiculously powerful weapon, despite the size of the damage, but it was the volume of its explosive charge, and the fact that someone as lightweight as Erly realy shouldn't use something that easily throws her around. "Sorry about that..."

Pulling Adrien's jacket close around her, she picked up a spoon and threw it at a charging assailant, and caught him in the eye, really well.

It wasn't pretty...

Having opted not to use her blaster again, or in the foreseeable future, Erly turned to their new friends while keeping within the captain's hearing range, assuming he hadn't been deafened by Erly's weapon previously, "Authorities might be coming in any minute! We should leave here now and get to a ship."

She didn't mention of course that Adrien had a ship, as she wasn't sure that he would want to take the two people hiding with them. They were after all, complete strangers thrown together in a rather high-stress situation.

For the briefest of moments, as the cloaked women held her Desert Eagle pointed at him, Leon thought she really was going to shoot him, not that he would have blamed her, since her initial reaction would be that he was an assailant, trying to commit some less than honourable act upon him. Thankfully though, he didn't have to get shot again as she turned her weapon on someone else in the bar, thus allowing his attention to be drawn to the blonde haired women that had been with the Captian to begin with, as she stared at him wide mouthed, in what he much prefered to think was a look of disbelief of his roguishly good looks. However, the more likely explanation was that she'd never seen a Warg before, which was due in part to the fact that they were few and far apart, and seeing someone instantly heal themselves after getting shot was not your usual run of the mill thing.
His expression soon became one of amusement as the blonde haired women produced what had to be the galaxies smallest pistol, so much so that ti barely seemed worth paying for. Or atleast, that was what he had thought until a couple moments later when she fired the thing, and he quickly covered his head with his right arm as pieces of debris fell from the newly created hole in the roof. The firing of the weapon, and the ensuing explosion momentarily left him deafened, before his healing repaired the damage, allowing him to recover in time to see the blonde haired women kill someone with... a spoon of all things, now that was impressive, was the one thought that ran through his head as she suggested they get to a ship.
It was right on that cue that another explosion happened, this time it was on the far side of a crowd of people, but it was no less impressive than the rather unexpected hole that was now in the roof. The first person to walk through the hole was an armour clad Mandalorian, jduging by his armour and it's markings, but that was not where Leon's attention was drawn and remained, no, it was drawn to the man that entered after the Mandalorian, wearing an almost all black attire consisting of a coat, shirt, and pants

Fenrir stood beside Spectre as they stopped in front of the Cantina that he had lead them to, following the unique and faint scent that he knew was distinctly Adrien's. True enough he had not spent that long with the Smuggler Captain, but it had been long enough to be abale to seperate and detect his smell amongst many others, which was an upside, considering it had come in handy tracking the man down. He instantly extended his claws the moment he heard the first gun shots, soon followed by a rather loud explosion, nodding to the Mandalorian, before keeping his distance as the man sprayed a can of liquid C4 onto a wall, which exploded moments later.
Fenrir stepped through the newly created entrance and begun scanning the Cantina for Adrien, dodging stray blaster bolts and metal slugs from the group of pirates that had turned it's attention towards Spectre's entrance. Fenrir then impaled a man on his claws that had decided to try came at him with what looked like an old kitchen knife, no doubt having either missed the sharp metal claws that protruded from his fists or having mistaken them just for some dull blades. Regardless, it was a lesson the man learned far to late, allowing Fenrir to return his attention to finding Adrien, as he retracted his blades from the man's body. It was then that he saw Adrien shooting at a number of people from a both, protecting a group of three people that he assumed must be the new passengers that the Captain had gone in search of earlier.
His elation at having found Adrien did not last long however, as he recognized one of the people with the Captain as his brother, Leon Asikari, a man he had not seen in far too many years to count. If his brother was here, he couldn't help but think that Leon had started this fight somehow, since the man had something of a penchant for causing trouble for very little reason at all. But that was something they could discuss later, for now, they needed to get everyone safely out of the bar and back to the ship, which was not going to be an easy task by any measure. Under the assumption that the Mandalorian would follow his lead, Fenrir started making his way towards the booth, cutting down a couple of people that were between him and the booth, or that decided to try shoot him


Adrien hadn't been overly excited by the extra company that they managed to gether themselves since this little fire fight had begun, not quite certain he was willing to take them all along with him when he left, something he had a feeling Erly had sensed as she made no mention of his ship. That said, perhaps this fight might make them more willing to pay a slightly more inflated price for passage off world, especially since the authorities would be on the look out for people involved once this was over. He gave a nod towards Fenrir, when he spotted the Warg making his way toward them through the crowd, not quite certain whether he was annoyed the man had left the cargo unattended, a little concerned about how he had found them, or relieved that some back up had arrived "Seems our backup has just arrived. If you've got the credits to afford it, you can come with us, otherwise, we leave you behind, got it?"

Dice turned to the other female in the booth and spoke, “Sorry.” She wasn’t sure if she had bumped into her, she was too irritated with the male to notice at the time. Just then the female produced a tiny gun. ‘Cricket’ Dice thought, it was so tiny after all. She wondered if the female was more worried with concealment than intimidation. Apparently it did both, Dice’s ears rang after the gunfire that sounded like an explosion. By now Dice had emptied her clip, dropping several other patrons. But she turned wide eyes to the blonde. Well, it was small enough to conceal, and loud enough to intimidate. Though it looked like it caused the blonde quite a bit of pain.
“No need to apologize.” After all by then most of the cantina and emptied at her gunshot.
Dice looked about the cantina, mentally taking note of where they were, the right side of the cantina.
The captain and blonde woman spoke for a bit and then, there was another large explosion, and debris fell everywhere, there was a huge opening in the left wall of the cantina. A large Mandalorian stepped through the debris into the cantina, and Dice was struck between flinching or turning towards him.
Another male stood with the Mandalorian, dressed in all black. Dice reloaded the Desert Eagle and nervously watched the man in all black approach them. He left a trial of bodies behind him. Dice’s gun was half raised and she turned towards the approaching men. Dice turned her head towards the captain and spoke, “ I have more than enough..” Dice turned her Desert Eagle from the two approaching to the pirates shooting at them. She moved out of the booth to allow the blonde and the captain out. “Lead the way.”