[This is kinda a repost, but i fixed some stuff, and added more. and yes, this is some of that writing i said i did like, four weeks ago. been busy, sorry. i have some more even that i shall upload in one week]
Scene 1
Upon stepping into The Moon Pool, a club on the floating city of Crystal Reef, Azdarn starts to
look around for old contacts from his time in the Hutt's organization. He spots Warren and Alex,
who came in before him and at different times from the others so the three couldn't marked as
one group easily. Warren nods from a booth covering two of the side doors, and Alex winks from
a table covering the main door. Azdarn sits at the bar to order a drink, one that won't fog his
mind.
When the bartender comes over, he starts to speak, probably to ask for an order, but recognizes
Azdarn instantly.
"Why, if it isn't my old friend Raz'dar'naph. What can I get you?"
"Hey Dimja. Nice to see you. Can I get an iced caf?"
"Sure, on the house. Anything else?"
"Yea, looking for someone from Hitstal's crew."
Dimja rubs his chin.
"Yea, one of them is over by the window. Shifty looking one in a red jacket."
"Thanks."
Azdarn picks up his glass and walks to the window, and Dimja calls after him,
"Don't make a mess, Okay? Or at least don't make it a big one."
"I'll try."
He sits at the table with the man in the red jacket,
"Hello."
The man spills his drink once he sees Azdarn's blue skin and red eyes.
"Who...who are..you?"
"Name's Azdarn. I'm looking for Mariana."
"Thought it was you. They said you were coming. They also locked her up here, and they want
me to tell ya if ya come back, she can stay with you."
"Or I could just take her."
"Oh yea, you against Hitstal's enforcers?"
"Me....and these kind people."
Alex and Warren sit on either side of the now terrified man.
"Hi, I'm Alex."
"And I am Warren. Seems you have one of Azdarn's friends."
"Yea, we do. And who are you?"
"Well, I am the captain of a ship called the Aries, and this is my hand to hand combat and small
arms expert."
The poor sniffing man slides off his chair with that, then waves an arm in the air. Azdarn
yells "Down!" as the area gets pelted by a rain of blaster fire. All three reach in their coats and
pulls out weapons, Warren with a MP5, Alex with two P90s, and Azdarn with a blaster rifle. While
the crew members exchange fire with what seems to be the rest of the club, they try to come up
with was to get out of there. Warren slides out from behind a table, fires a few rounds, and goes
back into hiding to reload.
"Could take out that big window and jump for it."
"No, have to fight our way out..."
Azdarn slides to them, firing to cover himself, and looks to the captain,
"Welp, so much for not making a mess...Dimja's gonna be mad"
Warren looks back with face of confusion,
"Huh?"
"Never mind. What's the plan?"
Alex pops up, fires, and gets behind cover again, "I say we get out of here."
Warren looks over, smacks the back of Alex's head, and says "No, really? You don't like the idea
of being shot at? Who has the 'nades?"
Azdarn and Alex both show their coat lining, pockets filled with spare magazines and grenades.
"Well lads, time for some boom."
Alex and Warren trade trade P90s for MP5, freeing one of Alex's hands, then Azdarn and Alex
both pull out Flashbang grenades, remove the pins, throws them over the table and cover their
ears . After an the explosion, they pop up, dragging the (now unconscious from fright) man in
the red jacket and sprint for the door. Taking down any enemies that fire at them, then close
the door behind themselves. They slowly walk down the hall, breathing heavily, with Azdarn and
Alex holding up their prisoner and Warren covering their rear. Azdarn giggles a bit and says "You
know, I've left bars twice that way since I met you. Starting to think you guys just have a way
with people."
Alex pats his back,
"Man, this one time on a smuggling station, we ended up having our people in four different
cantinas get attacked at the same time. Seems someone..." he looks at Warren, "Told the wrong
merc pilot that our fighters were better then his squadron's, and they were already on a bounty
for us. Planned to get us as we lifted off, but no, they blew early."
"Hey, will you shush about that already?"
"Probably not."
"Jerk..."
