Gr'vat growled again, he hated this feeling of being a caged animal. He agreed with the Mon Calamari. But there was no sense in adding more to what was already said. He would play the good dog... Atleast for a while. He made his way to where they were indicated to go.
"I... We shall see about that...." He was more than uncertain what the future would bring, looking at those around him, Kerai had already started to look at those around him for 'help'. "I guess we have to stick together, now that we are in this mess, mh?" The only relief he felt was the fact that he was not alone.
Fritzz saw the three powered armored men enter the bar to escort them out. At least that what Fritzz thought they were doing. If they were planning on anything else Fritzz had a thermal detenator with their names on it. And it wouldn't be the dud he kept on him for deception and misdirection purposes. Fritzz packed his toy ship and stuffed rancor into his bag and strapped his back pack to his back. But before he jumped off the stool he stood up on the stool to whisper to the panicking Fish Eyed man. "They try anything. Fritzz has you covered. No worry." Fritzz quietly whispered into...what he assumed was the man's ears. It could have just been the side of his face for all Fritzz knew, but he wanted to get the message out. Fritzz really just wanted to calm the poor guy down, considering Fritzz's business offer had him all riled up earlier. Fritzz figured he wouldn't have to do anything...drastic. But if things came to blows, Fritzz would ensure he got rid of the problems standing before him. "Kay. Where to." Fritzz asked with the intent of following along with the situation he found himself in. On the outside, it would seem the Jawa was seemingly content with following whoever, however Fritzz was ready for things to go sour. It's how he got along so long on his own for so long so far, don't fix a plan that works...or something like that...
"Indeed so it seems Mon Cal, Names Blitz what is yours?" he asked as he looked to the mon calamari. He got off his bar stool and kept himself alert as he followed the others and the troopers escorting them, Just another day on nar shadaa, As they wen't he kept his eyes open and his own mind looking for options But with rifle the troopers had he could only guess they were good shots since they were long rifles. He could only guess why they were allowed to keep there blasters and objects and not searched, No matter he had been in a worse situation, Though then he was younger and still had two hands then and a friend he fully trusted with his life. He was determined to make it through this, As he heard mention of the force he could only guess he was referring to the Religion of those Jedi and Sith it seemed it was they were some kind of pawns in a religious plan of theirs, maybe even sacrifices, He kept those thoughts down as they moved.
Hearing the name Blitz spoken from the Blue man gave Fritzz a compulsion to check his datapad for known bounties again. As it turned out the blue man he thought he saw earlier in the Bounty reports was actually a Twi'lek with a huge scar on his face and an eye patch. Fritzz didn't have to be a genius to realize this Blue man wasn't a Twi'lek. Fritzz just silently shrugged to himself and put the datapad back into one of his many pockets. Hopefully whatever venture Fritzz found himself on now would be more profitable then going after this deathstick supplier. "Blue Man. Name Blitz? I Fritzz. Good meeting you." Fritzz said trying to ease the clearly obvious tension that has befallen them on their trip. Fritzz pulled out his stuffed Rancor from out of his backpack as he was walking and held it close to him. Fritzz would get through this, he just didn't know how much explosives he would need to do so yet. Only time will tell.
"If we are not pawns, and destined to be Kings what does that make us exactly?" He never truly bought into the whole Jedi/Sith thing. But obviously the Force had thought about them. He continued to trudge along, watching and waiting for anything. He chuckled, "You think the Force has favored us or something?" What a silly notion. All he knew is that the ones to claim to be Sith or Jedi were powerful beings not to be messed with. And whatever they had in store would not be pretty, especially if the Sith were involved.
Seras surrendered to the Soldier's escort without conflict. They were clearly not in a position to confront the stranger's retinue. With enough patience, she might get out of this with good pay and a sturdy ship. Regardless of how dangerous whatever task this "Sith" had for them, it will surely beat opposing fate. Whether or not her friends shared this sentiment was not her concern. With a coy smile, Seras raises her hands and steps away from the table and into the guard's formation. Fortune favors the bold.
<Leaving the Krayt Killer> **Four Robed figures** in grey watch you as you leave. Until you got to the space-port and get ready to leave the planet as soon as you get the space-port the draw some cylinders and blades followed by yelling at the party. "HALT in the name of the Jedi Order Imperials we will not let them take you and draw there lightsaber one said. "If we can not have them neither can you." Coming from the Lord Eirrido "You are not fit to fight them yet take care of the ones with the Blades, men make sure there aren't anymore of them!" and a Dark Maroon red blade lights of the Landing Pad. <Condition> Wounds Allies 1 Sith Lord-18 3 Veteran Commando Troopers- 16 Neutrals- Hutt Cartel Guard will act within 3 rounds. Enemies- 4 Jedi Sentinels - 14/18 (Damaged by hutt guard on way here) 2 with Double-bladed Sabers and two with Vibroswords Fritzz- 12 Kerai- 12 Seras- 12 Gr'vat-12 Blitz-12 Na'tala- 12 OOC Reminders: @Uriel1339 @GobMaw_HellSmasha @kanila @Vulpas @Alu_Mordicus @Avenging-Angel Sorry if I missed anyone.
~~ Before ~~ "Kerai." he replied as the guards started to escort them. There was little they could do, even if they would team up against them. And so an adventure... Or nightmare, would begin. ~~ Now ~~ "In what mess did we get into?" Kerai wondered out loud, drawing his Blaster Pistol but not firing just yet. After all... Perhaps they could join the opposing forces? Perhaps just run? "What do we do? We cannot just trust a Sith, can we?" The Calamari asked the group.
**EDITED** Well doesn't that just figure, first they are captors now they have to fight to survive! Gr'vat roared out as he fired one of his missiles towards the Jedi. Chances were they would either escape or be blown to tiny bits! "We have to fight, they want us dead! Atleast this way we have an option to live!" He quickly reslung the rocket launcher and moved into the shadows, hoping to use them to his natural advantage. And so the games begin! (OOC: I assume we are limited to one action until you respond @Valonox?)
