The Blue Harvest; Doorway Pushed aside by the rude owner of the establishment, Kina found herself losing her cool. Rounding on him to lay down a couple of particularly choice slurs, she opened her mouth, face flushed with frustration, when suddenly she spotted the Mandalorian trailing behind. A quick, trained glance found one hand at his belt. Not on the blaster, but close. Her mouth closed, she squinted at the incoming bounty hunter. Bounty hunters had credits, and she knew that there was no bounty on her head. She couldn't think of any associate of hers that had crossed the wrong people, either. Her split-second decision was to pause in the door and tap Zin's shoulder. "Bucket incoming," she announced in an undertone. "Let's hear what he's got." It was a bold move, staring down a Mandalorian, but she lifted her left lekku and threw her other under it and over her shoulder. She leveled a focused look on the Mandalorian, letting him know that she was watching. Waiting.
B2 was relieved as the Station Security arrived to help him with the brawling organics his arms having small splatters of blood and a few stray bits of fur and scales , bits of refuse from the fight decorating his Duranium Chasis and arms. As the Herglic stormed out and revoked his job and his future payments B2-81 raised his right arm at the retreating Blubbery sleazy organic and was rocked with an Electrical feedback as his Blaster cannon once again reminded him of its damaged condition. Filled with Scilicon fueled Synthetic fury the Super Battle Droid pursued the Crooked Cantina owner Pushing through the crowd shoving others aside including the Twi'lek that had aided him @Kalle @Casavay Turning to the Twi'lek and her smaller companion B2-81 vocalized his apology "PARDON PATRONS ! MY THANKS FOR ATTEMPTING TO AID ME PRIOR ! I DO HAVE A NERF-HERDER TO ARGUE WITH SO I MUST DEPART ! IT ALSO APPEARS MY VOLUME CONTROL IS DAMAGED , PARDON ONCE MORE !" The Droid Shouted out in its Deep bass before continually forcing its way through the patrons causing a few to spill their drinks as The Weathered and Furious droid may his through the Cantina. "WE HAD HAD A DEAL ! I PROVIDED PEACE-KEEPING SERVICES FOR CREDITS YET SOME URGE HAS INSPIRED YOU TO BREAK SAID AGREEMENT AFTER I HAVE SUSTAINED SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE YOU CHOOSE TO NOT REIMBURSE ME ?! UNACCEPTABLE" The droid said slamming its Arms against the bar counter " I RISK SIGNIFICANT HARM AND/OR DEATH I DEMMAND REIMBURSEMENT ENOUGH TO COVER DAMAGES !" The droid says gesturing with the sparking arm
@bossaroo "If I may interject," Varel appeared from behind the droid and his up-to-a-second-ago owner. "I couldn't have helped but saw what transpired before. I also heard you don't want this B2 unit anymore and since it seems quite agitated, I'm willing to offer a peaceful solution." Robed zabrak pulled out 100 credits from his pocket and placed it on the counter in front of cantina owner. "Take this and I'll make sure this B2 doesn't bother you anymore. I'm looking for a combat droid myself and I think it could help me nicely. Of course," he then turned to B2, smiling beneath the cowl, "I will see to its repairs and everything else it needs." "Do we have a deal?"
Rtora sighed, it was a long shot inquiring about Masak, still slim hope is better than none. It was all he had going for him at the moment. Without saying anything else, he left the duro to enjoy swooping. He wasn't fond of stepping outside to a possible fight but a situation was developing at the doorway as well. Seeing the B2 droid barreling through people and voice its plight rather loudly gave Rtora second thoughts of passing by, he even had to move out of its way. Just as well, since Varel walked inside again. Rtora took position just a few meters from them by the counter, waiting for the situation to pass.
@Colapse B2-81 turned to the hooded Zabrak before placing its mettalic hand over the 100 credits drawing the credits to itself "I AM OWNED BY NO ONE ! I HOWEVER ACCEPT YOUR OFFER , ONCE REPAIRED I AM A PROFECIENT COMBAT DROID" turning to his former employer he nodded "WHILST I STILL WISH FOR MY PAY I HAVE BEEN APPEASED, ON A SIDE NOTE HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEREG !" B2-81 said pointing at one of the startled Gamorrean bouncers Turning to his new employer the battle droid kneeled somewhat "I APOLOGIZE FOR MY VOLUME CONTROL , IT WAS DAMAGED IN THE BRAWL OUTSIDE" pulling out a chair for his new employer "I SUGGEST WE DISCUSS WHAT I SHOULD EXPECT"
@Casavay @Kalle The man stopped a small distance from them now, adjusting his belt to further 'push' his blaster away from his hand at her wary glance, and nodded. His posture remained quite relaxed and confident, though undoubtedly looking about for any other people; he knew that this wasn't a friendly station, and anyone might want to harass people for amusement. Still, his question was amazingly blunt. "You two pilots? Don' look like the typical people from here."
@Wata @bossaroo "Greetings B2-81, my name is Varel Kor," Zabrak began, pretty glad to see the initiative this droid obviously possessed, it would make his task way easier in the future. Feeling the presence of snake-man behind, Varel made room for him join them, after all they were in this together. "And this is my asssociate Rtora. We are scholars of sorts, traveling the stars in search of...higher meaning, if you like. These trips sometimes turn out to be dangerous and since we are more men of books, we need protection and that is where you come in. I can pay for the damage caused in the fight, if you don't know any mechanic. Also, we are in a search of a pilot so do you perhaps know any reliable one? One that can be trusted not to betray us at the first opportunity and that is available for hire?"
Zin was unsure what to expect from the armoured man, but she trusted Kina. Her own hand settled on her hip - or holster? - as she shifted her weight on that leg, pushing her pelvis to the side, eyes narrowing and smile fading. As always, her lips were slightly parted, white teeth shily glimmering behind in something that could still be misunderstood as a cousin expression to a grin. "You don't look like the average barfly either, boy", she said, in a calm, neutral tone. She was appraising him without overt hostility - rather, it was carefulness. Zin nudged Kina slightly with an elbow, gently upturning the corners of her lips. "What d'you guess he wants, sis?"
The Blue Harvest @bossaroo @Colapse @Wata The Herglic turned to face the droid, a scowl on its face. Reaching into one of the folds of his clothes he produced a cred chip, and slammed it down on the tabletop. Walking away not saying a single word, his mind preoccupied with finding a suitable and cheap replacement as a bouncer. Picking up the cred chip B2-81 would find 200 credits, roughly two thirds of what he would have made this week. The crowd around them returning to normal as it would seem another fight was avoided. @GobMaw_HellSmasha In a booth not far from this craziness that has enveloped The Blue Harvest sat a small robed figure counting out his credits. Life on Issagra Station was not very lucrative for a bounty hunter, and that was clearly evident by the lacking of high paying targets. Plus being aboard a space station, even one of this size, meant not blowing up stuff! Which seriously put a damper on all the pretty colors 'Fritz' could make. But to his well trained ears it seemed that a group was about to head off the station, perhaps they had a bounty on their heads? Or maybe they were going somewhere he could show the galaxy his pretty explosions?
Five hundred credits for his latest bounty, a Rodian spice smuggler that crossed the Hutts one too many times. Thought himself impossible to catch. The Rodian in question wasn't entirely wrong with that line of logic, as Fritz never actually caught the Rodian himself. Instead he found the man's ship and rigged it to detonate at a push of a button. An easy 50,000 credits and another bounty under his belt. At least it would have been 50,000 credits. It was only after Fritz blew up the smuggler's ship while the Rodian was in it did he decide to check the bounty post on his target again. Indeed, it was a Fifty thousand credit payout. If his target was brought in alive. Didn't bother Fritz too much though, 500 credits and being able to watch a pretty explosion made the whole ordeal worth it in his mind. While distracting himself with his stuffed rancor plushie at his table, Fritz couldn't help but over hear two individuals needing help with finding a pilot, and a means of repairing a droid. Fritz stuffed his rancor plushie in his backpack and walked over to the two men. "Fritz hear you need fix droid, yes? Fritz can fix, Fritz good at fixing." Fritz went into his backpack and pulled out a restraining bolt. "Here, place this on droid. Droid not malfunction with this. Go on, take."
