[OOC: @Valonox I'm sorry but I'm just not getting the feel of this RP. This is my 'last' IC-post.] Cradling her injured arm Na'tala paused when she heard a click behind her ear. Desperately the Twi'lek reached for the back of her head, searching for the little bump she'd discovered a few months ago. Na'tala released a quiet moan when she heard a second click, falling to the ground a second later as the transmitter's stun-charge knocked her out. [OOC: Again, sorry.]
[Oh then this is going to get brutal as hell] Fritzz stunned the bad man just as planned. What Fritzz didn't plan for was the resulting explosion from the charge he handed off to cause the bad man to get blown off his feet. No matter, Fritzz was still fine with this. Fritzz walked over to the bleeding bad man in front of him and drew his blaster pistol. Fritzz couldn't get a good look at the man's face with that werid mask over it so Fritzz made sure to rip it off of him. Fritzz gave the man a cold stare, the coldest stare that two beedy yellow eyes could give a man. He leveled the blaster pistol to the man's head. And continued to stare at the helpless bad man before him as he did so. Fritzz muddered an incomprehensible curse in Jawaese and followed up with firing two shots into the bad man's face. Double tapped, efficient and effective, had to ensure there was no fight left in the man. Fritzz kept his blaster drawn in case any more bad men wanted to show up. [OOC: there's no need to randomly kill off your character, if anything we could have designated her as an NPC in case you ever wanted to pick it back up]
Damn Fritzz took him down harder then I expected, he was likely not going to survive anyways, As he looked to the last Jedi It looks like his plan failed, hut authority was here but so few only way they could Finish this was by going with the Sith it seemed. He put his blaster to Stun and looked at the last Jedi he was doing something odd. He readied himself and took aim and took his stun shots at the jedi.
[OOC: Awww...that's sweet of you. But for reals though, in case you ever wanted to drop back in, at least your character is still around. You know, when the RP eventually picks up and we get to do things without a Sith constantly monitoring us] [Fritzz will take the next round trying to drag an unconscious body that is nearly twice his height]
Despite the continue fighting between the jedi and their counterpart, the battle had been decided. By the time the guards arrived, there would be nothing to break up. Although the image of a possible Gamorrean writing a citation never ceased to amuse. Seras had been watching the exchange from a behind the lines, her guard still up. She rose and starting advancing. Now that we have the upperhand...wait. Before she could finish her thought the twi'lek from the bar hit the floor, reaching frantically for the back of her head. The Jawa disengaged from the combat after executing a Jedi. (Holy shit) They both arrived at the twi'lek's side around the same time. Seras squatted and wrapped her arms around the Twi'lek's back. She looked at the Jawa, his shadowy face only parting for two always intent eyes. Unfortunately, She began to understand what this particular Jawa's intent might be. "Grab her legs Fritzz. We'll take her back into the bar."
"No time. Cant go to bar. Take on to ship. Need to go. Now. Blue lady had dream too, yes?" Fritzz said, placing his weapons back in their proper holdings and tightening the straps on his back pack as he put it on his bleeding back. It was a good thing Fritzz had that armor on under neath his robes, the damage could have been much worse. Fritzz would have to fix the robe. Fritzz would find some fabric later to patch it up. "Jedi bad people. Sith...err...Fritzz don't know yet. Fritzz find out though. Fritzz find out soon. Can't leave blue lady behind. Blue lady's with us now, yes?" Fritzz headed toward blue lady's legs and took hold. Who would have figured, a Jawa would have trouble dragging someone twice their height. Coupled with the fact that Fritzz had his back sliced open a short while ago made this task incredibly arduos for the little Jawa. Despite the difficulty and the searing pain he felt on his back, Fritzz gave it his all...which unfortunately not really enough to drag the unconscious lady at a pace he would have liked. It was more like a snails pace, which Fritzz was hoping for something a bit faster. Fritzz figured that they were in this together now, like it or not. Even if blue lady decided to take a nap for some reason. Odd time for a nap Fritzz wondered to himself. Reminded him that he still needed a nap. Later time though. More important matters were currently at hand. "Fritzz...need help. This...bit hard for Fritzz." Fritzz said in the middle of struggling to drag the blue lady toward the rest of the group.
The Mon Calamari still watched simply. What the hell just happened? Did the Jawa just went full-out murder on everyone? He had seen a lot of things here on this smuggler world, but this? Well... There is a first time for everything. Not sure if simply too shocked, or if confused, he stood there dumbfounded.
[@Valonox hey swagnus, I think we got everyone's actions for the most part. You alive?] [Oh what gives with this tagging thing?!?? Does this forum hate phones or just me?]
