The Mandalorian didn't take too long to make his way towards the sounds outside - any action was better than none at all, to him.
At seeing the Wookie and Trando, though.... Oh boy. It wasn't too long before the Mandalorian moved closer, and if possible reach out and pull the Trandoshan aside by his shoulder in a partly gentle manner. Or more accurately, not a violent pull, but more to try and keep him out of any lines of fire and from harm.
He gave the Reptilian a small, friendly pat and looked him over. "You alright? What started this?" Valrin asked through the helm, briefly glancing at the wookie and Twi'lek, whilst keeping himself between the Trando and the, ah...
... 'Bouncer'.

Rtora looked toward the commotion with worry. His hand rested on the blaster by his belt. He drummed the table with his fingers, thinking on the best course of action. He looked at the supposed pilots still present, until Varel spoke. Rtora took his words with a neutral expression, looking Varel in the eye, saying nothing back.

Eventually Rtora gathered enough courage to go find a pilot as well, not bothering talking to those Varel would approach. Rtora was looking for someone who looked trustworthy, at least.

The Blue Harvest; Interior

@Colapse
Varel trusting in the force, moved through the crowded cantina as if smoke on the breeze. He had no direct pull in one direction over another, but before he knew it he was standing near the entrance. Still within the relative safety of the cantina he could clearly see the scene unfolding outside. Was one of those involved a pilot? Or was the force pushing him to search beyond this single cantina? The force was cruel in that aspect, with no clear cut answer only the grey of uncertainty.

@Wata
Seeing Varel approaching the huddled masses near the entrance, he sought a pilot in a different direction, preferring an area where he was less likely to be drawn into the fighting. Out of all the pilots present, some more easy to identify than others, he settled with approaching a lone duro. The duro was wearing a well worn Flight suit with a white sleeveless vest. As Rtora approached the duro turned to look, momentarily placing his hand near his vest before pulling it slightly closed. The holo-vid of a swoop race nearing its completion played from a display mounted to the table. "Hmm thought you were someone else, what can I do for you?" The duro looked at Rtora a little more closely, "You don't seem to fit in to this crowd. What's your story kid?"

The Blue Harvest; Exterior

@bossaroo @Casavay @Kalle @Vlayden
Taking the stun blast in the shoulder caused the Wookiee to let out a howl of pain as he was tossed to the ground. Before he was able to regain his footing Kina arrived and attempted to help him up. Looking confused, he got to his feet before pushing the Twi'lek back towards the cheering crowd. At the same time the Trandoshan was pulled back from the fight by Valrin, who received a less than friendly snarl before being shoved off of the Trandoshan's shoulder. Fully intent on finishing the fight that had already started. Both fully intent on finishing this fight alone. Both disregarding the B2 unit as there blood feud was more important in their minds. The Trandoshan swinging wide at the Wookiee, who ducked under the swing. Grabbing the Trandoshan around his mid section the Wookiee began squeezing it in an attempt to break its ribs and spine. Thundering fists came raining down on the Wookiee's back, a lucky hit slamming into the blast mark from the B2. Dropping his quarry, the Wookiee stumbled back before charging ahead once again. The Trandoshan wasn't quick enough to get out of the way however. Being speared in the chest by a flying ball of fur covered fury, both combatants were sent flying straight into B2-81. The resulting impact crushing the droid into the station's flooring. It's arm equipped with the blaster Cannon sparking while it refused to obey his commands.

"No family, no friends and in search of a better place. You look like a pilot."
Rtora kept his hands visible, what the duro had said and what Rtora could briefly interpret from his body language implied possible troublemakers after the man.
"Need transport for two, how far are you willing to go?"
Rtora looked about his immediate proximity, to see if anyone was eavesdropping, then moved a bit closer and spoke in a lower voice.
"Also, you seen a ryn man come by? About this tall and - (Rtora described Ori Masak's general appearance briefly)"

As B2 looked up at the distant ceiling of the station from on its back as it processed the situation. It's primary weapon had been disabled in the combat due to the weight of a Fully-grown wookie and trandoshan slamming the Weathered War-machind to the cold station plating that served for the Arena of this bout. Simple objective was obvious , free its chasis from underneath the two combatants or risk additional damage.

Pushing to its feet servos straining as the bulk of both wookiee and trandoshan were forced off the droid and onto the Cold plating below. Raising its arms the blaster sparking due to its concussive malfunction B2-81 let out his final warning "CEASE COMBAT OR MORE EXTREME FORCES WILL BE UTILIZED" then the Super Battle-Droid brought its arms down repeatedly attempting to rain a fusillade of blows onto the two combatants on the floor and moving forward to allow the force of the blows and its movement to force to organics that fought tooth nail and claw apart from each other. "AUTHORITIES ARE ON THEIR WAY" the Deep bass boomed out once more

@bossaroo @Vlayden (@Kalle @Casavay )

Intrigued by the commotion outside and the fact his senses told him this is somewhere he needed to be (or at least somewhere close to it), Varel spectated the fight with mild amusement. Chaos, conflict, disorder, these were the things he fed upon and enjoyed the most, so such "spectacle" unfolding was definitely to Varel's liking as he remained in the back, out of the reach of the combatants.

While looking at the fight, he also gazed upon those gathered to see if anyone would match the pilot he was looking for. However instead of a pilot, two different characters caught his eye. An old Battle Droid which served as security looked and sounded way more interesting than Varel initially thought. Depending on how things turn out in the next couple of moments, he'll decide whether to ask the bartender if the Droid was on sale. Where he was going, it would not be a bad thing to have a big chunk of metal to soak the damage, especially now when he was joined with yet another of his kind, the snake-man who didn't look all that trustworthy - who knows how fast might allegiances change in the heat of battle?

The second figure, looking by the way he was geared, had the looks of a Mandalorian. Of course, he could've taken the gear from a dead Mandalorian and assumed the identity, but then again that was quite a risk to assume - as far as Varel was aware, the Mandalorians were famous for their bounty hunter work and given how his own position in these times was precarious at best, it would be best to avoid being seen by such individual.

Then again, there were certain benefits of having such man (if he was what he looked like to be) alongside for the journey. He needed someone who could be relied upon to shoot first and ask questions later in order for him not to get his hands dirty until the time was right. Image of Rtora once again resurfaced in Varel's mind and he smiled, perhaps having a hunter of heads might serve like a safety precaution in case the snake-man decides to do something stupid that could put Varel's plan in danger.

All in all, lots of questions to be asked, but only once the fighting subsided. Until then, Varel was satisfied with remaining in the back, watching.

Zin would have been happy to zip off on her own, given that she trusted her sister to handle herself, but the commotion outside the Harvest managed to hold her attention long enough that she spotted Kina worming her way to the centre of it all.

Now, the Zelosian had little interest in fistfights she wasn't involved in or had money running on, but she was very much interested in the blue smuggler's wellbeing, and, utilising her diminuitive statue, wormed and forced her way to the forefront of the two colossi's clash that had grown to include the poor security droid. Now for him, the pilot plant couldn't help but feel a sliver of sympathy as the veritable ball of violence came to include him.

Nevertheless focused, Zin grabbed Kina's shoulder with as much strength as her slender hands could muster, in an attempt to pull her crowdwise. "Tenya! Whattaya doing?!", she shouted with a mixture of worry and a nervous desire to leave. "Let's not get involved. Look at the arms on this one!" Not specifying which one she meant, she lowered her voice. "Also, let's not get a troublemaker rep. More than we have, y'know?"

There was a difference between being a firebrand and being a persecuted firebrand.

The Blue Harvest; Exterior

The plan worked! Kina managed to get into the thick of it, even helping the Wookiee up --- but the enraged alien's flashed her only a noncomprehending expression. The plan did not work. Even an absentminded shove from the Wookiee was enough to drop the shorter Twi'lek to the floor. She went down hard, but she landed flat on her bum and that cushioned the fall. Wincing, the Captain picked herself up, head spinning, until suddenly a hand grasped hold of her shoulder and shook her. Her First Mate was in her face in the blink of an eye. The Captain couldn't help but feel a burn in her cheeks as the Zelosian reprimanded her about the rash decision --- she was supposed to be the level-headed one. "Let's not," she conceded. "This place is getting crowded, anyway," she remarked, with a pointed look towards the Mandalorian.

Following the Zelosian's lead back out of the crowd --- which was faciliated rather helpfully by the fact that most of the onlookers wanted to get closer and readily replaced them in the throng --- Kina kept a hand around Zin's, not about to separate again in the mess. On their way towards The Blue Harvest, the Captain spotted a cloaked zabrak who lingered on the outskirts of the crowds. She spared him only a moment's glance and hardly a thought, but the sight of him was enough to tingle in the back of her mind. The momentary distraction was quickly banished as she made her way towards the cantina entrance, however.

Valrin gave off a small sigh as he glanced at the Twi'lek now, merely giving a small shrug of his shoulders - almost as though giving a silent what can ya do? in response to the situation. They tried, and here they are with a fight that probly isn't going to end any bit pleasantly.
A few moments later he decided instead to follow her, giving the larger B2 droid a pat on its arm and saying, "Good luck with that," now making his way inside. His hunt for pilots was back, though the duo had... Intrigued him. He was at least partly certain they weren't from here, meaning that they must have arrived somehow.
Worth a shot, he thought to himself, and moved towards them - a brief glance towards the serpentine Ipharian out of mild curiousity - with his typical posture of one hand at his belt, the other hanging off his side. The hand on his belt, of course, being away from either of his blaster pistols, at least in some attempt to show he wasn't meaning any harm.
He just had some interest, is all!



@bossaroo @Kalle

The Blue Harvest; Interior

@Wata

The Duro listened to Rtora's tale while glancing back at the swoop races. "Well, the Outer Rim is a cruel place that's for sure. I've already got another shipment, but depending on where you are heading I MIGHT be able to carry you and your friend.... for a price. Nothing is free my friend." Thinking on the description that Rtora had given, the race momentarily forgotten as he thought back. "As far as your Ryn friend, I can't say that I've seen him. Hopefully he hasn't gotten himself into any trouble. But go talk to your friend, I won't be here long though. Only staying here as long as it takes to refuel, I've got a schedule to keep after all." Turning his attention back to the race that was in its final lap the Duro left Rtora to go and seek out his newest traveling companion.

@Casavay @Colapse @Kalle @Vlayden

The fight outside quickly drowned out by the cantina chatter and music as patrons cleared the doorway. Inside it seemed like only a few patrons still gathered by the doorway to watch the fight. Most others returning to their drinks and conversation. Varel noticed that the gentle push he felt earlier was now gone, had what he been seeking left? Or was it perhaps just a phantom thought that drew him to the fight? The bar was relatively vacant as those interested in the fight as been previously occupying those stools. But none the less the cantina was still crowded. Kina and Zin easily making it into the place had a few choices on places to sit. One or two booths were currently vacant as well as the bar itself. What was easily noticed by those who had been here before was the owner, a finely dressed Herglic, angrily making his way towards the entrance. Not attempting to squeeze his large size past the gathered on lookers, he shoved them aside looking for the source of the commotion.

The Blue Harvest; Exterior

@bossaroo

As B2-81 hammered away at the two troublemakers, the station security finally burst forth from the crowd. It didn't take long before the half dozen of them wrestled the Wookiee and Trandoshan to the ground, slapping binders on them as they drug the now nearly unconscious pair away. They may have busted his arm up, but he certainly threw the last punch to end the squabble. Just as he began to return to his post, his army sparking sporadically, he saw his employer approaching. "What do you think you're doing you giant sack of bolts!" The Herglic boomed as patrons quickly departed the scene not wanting to get the wrath that the owner of The Blue Harvest was raining down on the bouncer. "You were hired to keep the peace! Not pummel my patrons!" The Herglic was steaming mad at this point and was not about to listen to any excuses. "Your employment here is terminated! You hear me! You won't find work on this station!" And with that he shoved his way back inside, now having to find a replacement for the broken B2 unit he once employed.