Malrak almost fell over when Felana was suddenly thrown against him by her opponent. "Do you require assistance Felana?" He asked as he stabilized himself as well as Felana. He grabbed onto her shoulders while doing so and tried his best not to get her with his claws. "I don't suppose I could hold them down while you finish them off?" He asked tooling at her from beneath his hood. @Vulpas

Goramor watched as the man croaked its last and collapsed on the floor, chainsabre protruding from the corpse's back. A disappointed frown developed on his face. He looked at the eldar sisters and spread his arms in a gesture of "what the hell was that about?" @Keidivh @Maleth

Goramor sighed and looked about if anyone else was looking for a beating or if things had calmed down. He grabbed an idle liquor bottle on a table nearby, at least he wet his throat regardless of the fight result.

Refusing to give the Eldari swordsman the satisfaction of her being in pain, Arissa bit back the yelp of pain that had almost escaped her, biting down on her lip as she fell onto her knee. She expected the Eldar to push her advantage, the Spyrer's mind racing to figure out how to avoid her strike. Yet none came as the stupid pointy eared bitch simply stood there, gloating as if the battle were already one.

Not even bothering to respond, Arissa exploded into action, launching herself into a roll, driving her mono-sword in an upward motion, attempting to drive it through the Eldar's abdomen.

"You'll find I'm full of surprises, ya pointy eared bitch."

@BadDo9
Involuntary smirking, Ananius wrapped the hefty bag in his double-handed grip, with a wince lifting it over his shoulder.
Without further bullsh!ting the innkeeper, who by the sounds of noise in the background - didnt had much of the inn left to run, Ananius merely nodded and left the backroom, without turning his back to the tavern owner or his guards. Leaving the back room he noted its structure and commited its layout to memory.

@Tamu
Without a glance to the ex-Techpriestess behind him, he went into the main chamber, as soon as he passed the treshold ready to instinctivly duck or shiv.
General fighting have died down and the brawl was an living example of the survival of the fitnest or in this case - most sober.Fighting was almost over, mostly due to lack of living combatants, however some viscious fighting remained, and the surviving folk either wanted to see his employer dead or join her.

With a macrostubber pistol well-revealed, the shaggy-looking technomat with their (hopefully) newest crew member in tow, attempted to help his embattled comrades.

Felena slowly getting back up with the help of Malrak looked at him. "Definatly it wold help if you could restrain this sack head, his sword can some how block a chainsword and even stop its teeth oddly may want to watch for it and thanks for the hand." Felena said as she raised her chainsword once more and readied for Malrak to do his magic first before striking.

@TuskatheDaemonKilla

@BadDo9

Searus briefly contemplated expanding to the bartender about the intricates of law, signed documentation and proven lack of so-called honor almost thieves but her process calculated that it would be a fruitless endeavor, so she shrugged and muttering “if you are so adamant then have it your way” before following the scrapper back to the main arena.
@High_Adept_Zeth

“As the bartender seemed to accept verbal words as proper contract I assume the captain and the rest of this backwards place dose the same and will put me in your factional roster?” she asked scrapper before looking around at the unorderly mess that had somehow devolved even further in the short time she had been talking with the scrapper

“Logically I should not get involved with a captain or crew that seem to cause so much unnecessary chaos but as I am bereft of choice I shall help, so which enemy should we confront? Or to be more approtie which crew member should be helped?” searus asked him before shooting a couple of shots at random intervals aimed at the robed enemy combatant with her basaltic mechatendril.

With the Eldar wounding her in the chest with the remaining chainsabre, Saven yelped in pain and her cry became louder once she been kicked where she had been wounded. However, she wasn't going to go so easily and so she grabbed the Eldar's arm and pulled it past her neck, throwing the sister off balance.

The Noble then went in for the kill by grabbing the Eldar's head and going to smash the head onto it onto her knee, hoping to slay or at least grievously wound her attacker with some more... Hands on violence that isn't likely to be dodged with ease unlike projectiles.
She decided to leave anything that needed to be said for after she had gotten rid of her attacker.

Treleskan accepted the Captain's offer with a respectful nod of his head. "A paper contract would lend a nice formality to the affair, and I do like tradition. I shall await the proper time, of course; though I am sure that this little brawl will be but a short distraction." He sat down, dedicating his attention to spotting which of the brawlers were her crew and thus, his future crewmates. The Haemonculus paid close heed to the styles of those he saw fight, noting skills, nuances and weaknesses for certain moves. It was all fascinating. He saw Eldar of some stripe, and at least one member of the red-robed Humans called Mechanicus, or some such. He knew of their constant desire for more and better technology, and recognised a sort of kindred spirit. They sought to shape and refine the body, even as he did. The Haemonculus, of course, considered that he had a far superior method at his disposal.

Such thoughts ran through his head along with a counter that a paper contract, though pretty to look at, was only worth what weight the Captain's honour gave it. But it would also serve as a measure of the respect given to her by her crew, if he could see how much they honoured it in turn. Politics was an occupational hazard in the Dark City. Varl returned to taking mental notes, wishing he had a suitable Wrack to act as amanuensis.

< @Uriel1339 >

Kairiel would be rewarded for his words with a glare and a hellpistol pointed at his face, before the merchant slowly lowered the weapon and then also softened his face. "Don't got debts, but do gotta ransomed daughter. Cost to buy her back's little less than two times street value, and a man's gotta keep a living somehow, eh?" he grumbled out, looking over the Tau and nodding. "Look, price'll be two times, alright? I cannot part with something like this for less, especially given what else is going on." he told the water caste, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Agreed. But you owe me. So how about you serve my crew for six months? Besides. I'm sure that the men who have your daughter might come after you again. You are better off in a different groxhole."

The man sighed and nodded a bit. "Still you drive a hard bargain. Fine, I shall meet you at your ship - I just need to pay them off and get my daughter back..."

< @everyone_in_the_bar >

And just like that, as Annie and Searus ( @High_Adept_Zeth @Tamu ) came out of the back room, it was all over. They would see that most of the patrons that were not able to flee or sneak out in the chaos were dead, ravens, or otherwise incapacitated. The two Spyrer sisters ( @Maleth @Keidivh ) had been able to disable their opponents, the first sister in shock from the blade being jammed into her chest while the other was knocked unconscious from Saven's slam of head against floor.

As for the ninja ( @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Vulpas ), there was no trace. Just before the battle between them was about to continue she had paused and simply disappeared in a quick puff of smoke, leaving no trace of what she was or even what she had done.

The captain nodded to Varl ( @Jorimel ) and watched as her crewmembers took out their opponents ( @bossaroo @Casavay @Wincent ) with practiced skill - except for the ork, who still did which was expected by his captain. She smiled and looked around, clapping and laughing a little. "Great job, everyone. Glad to see you all survived, come come! We have little time to waste, let us move to our ship - your new home." she nodded, waiting for everyone to moved over to her before starting the walk to the hangers.

<Everyone>

By the time the captain returned with the rest of the crew, Kairiel would have returned with the supplies and gear he had bought being loaded onto the ship. Which was, in fact, an Imperial destroyer. She simply grinned and turned around, gesturing to the ship. "Welcome to the Hanatari." she said happily before turning to lead the way to the boarding ramp. She often looked back to make sure that everyone was following her - including her crew who was here before. She wanted everyone together, since she wouldn't have a crew that didn't know one another. Trust came later.

Eventually, after showing some around the ship, where people would see something odd about it. It was crewed with various humans and aliens - slaves and not - but also servitors and Tau drones. There was evidence of all kinds of tech in the ship, leading one to think the weapons and systems were not all standard either. Once they reached the mess, where a meal of varied foods had been prepared, she turned to face her crew and nodded. "Alright, here we are. Mess hall." she said, looking around. "We'll draw up contracts and everything later, your areas are being prepared. For now, we wait, eat and talk." she grinned at all of them before heading to the table and grabbing a poultry wing, biting into it.

Kairiel remained quiet throughout the walk, save at the start when he greeted old and new friends. Taking in the newcomers and their species and origin in particular. Once they settled in in the mess, he just mixed into the group, not making the initial contact but rather making himself available, his empty hands outside of his robes to show friendliness and peace, even his hat was off, strings attached to it that were around his neck to keep it centered and high on his back. The bald Tau was short with his 5' 5" and being rather slim. His loyal lifter-drone floating just above his head, not looking very active, more on a regular follow protocol. He didn't bother with food and drinks, due to having had enough samples on the streets to make sure the food and drinks were proper quality. If anyone would approach him, he would be at the ready to answer and offer a warm, inviting smile in the name of the Hanatari's crew.