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Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
487
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Posted - 2013.10.01 17:27:00 -
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((Really guys? Starting barfights for no reason whatsoever is really dumb, not to mention what you are doing is borderline god-modding))
Denak just blinked at the entire fight that was starting, dismayed by the amount of stupidity from the two initiators of the fight. Then when knives were introduced and used, he just had enough. Without even a word to Jakar, Demel or the others, he stood up from his barstool, very rudely shoving Heathen Bastard and anyone else in his way as he made his way towards Aztec and the bartender he stabbed.
He muttered cursewords in Intaki as he pushed Aztec away from the bartender, pulling the knife off his hand and started to treat it with the medkit stashed on the bar area. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
269
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Posted - 2013.10.01 18:40:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:((Really guys? Starting barfights for no reason whatsoever is really dumb, not to mention what you are doing is borderline god-modding))
((Aztec genuinely seems unstable here so I'm taking it as long as it does not get to unacceptable levels. As for Heathen, I refuse to acknowledge his posts and I suggest you do too. Also what's with all these damn weapons getting past the hallway scanner??))
Jakar turns back quickly looking at the weapons Demel is offering. A bit of rage flares up for a bit as he wonders how they got past the scanner. Jakar also notices Arc walking into the club, who upon realising the situation also offers a weapon. Jakar's eyes narrow and for a brief moment he contemplates using Demel's weapon to shoot both of them in the head. Still he grabs the strange hybrid of Matari and Ammarian technology and moves to the situation.
He aims at Aztec's skull, along with all the other security guards who were near enough to get clean shots. "Get the civvies away from the bar," he whispers in his comm. "No one else comes inside."
Outside the bouncer gets the order and instantly shuts the door, citing that an emergency was going on.
"What's wrong friend?" Jakar says, addressing Aztec and looking into his bloodshot eyes. His eyes occasionally drift to the unconscious bartender. |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
651
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Posted - 2013.10.01 19:03:00 -
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((aww, and I was having fun))
Believing the question was aimed at him, heathen responds "Hey! I was just coming in here for a drink to unwind after a hard day's work, when a bunch of security rushed this guy. looked like a good fight, and you know I don't shy away from any fight, ever."
Producing his pistols(not cheap, made to get past most if not all scanners, but have a rather severe lack of stopping power((basically, tasers)), they still look like the real deal at least) and aiming at two of the remaining guards "Now that we have a good old matari standoff going, why doesn't everyone just calm down a little? I'm sure this is just some kind of misunderstanding between aztec, the bartender and uh... everyone else" |
True Adamance
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
2471
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Posted - 2013.10.01 19:53:00 -
[94] - Quote
Kador sighs, disgusted at the scene before him. yet again its the Gallenteans ruining a good night for everybody, he thinks to himself.
He probably should intervene, but the situation was well in hand, Denak treating the wounded security officer, Arc and Demel, with Jakar levelling the pistol at Aztec's head.
Beside him Satja stir, he glaces briefly at her noting that her face has become pale and ashen, she looks pained. Kador knew that look, she hated to see people in pain, God knew she had her fill of it in her short time. He nods to her to go.
She swiftly covers the distance between herself and Denak.
"Anything I can do?" she asks, her voice shaking as the words leave her mouth, her hands are raised almost fidgeting over the wound, but not daring to touch it without permission. Her hair is flipped over her shoulder now, revealing the ropy burns and scarred flesh on her right shoulder, though she seems not to care.
Meanwhile Kador levels a dark look at Aztec, though he doesn't move from his seat..
"Don't you think you have done enough? Not all of these people are like us, their pain is a lasting pain."
His voice is rough, almost unrecognisable from his normal, more mannered speech patterns. |
Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
487
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Posted - 2013.10.01 20:20:00 -
[95] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:Satja swiftly covers the distance between herself and Denak.
"Anything I can do?" she asks, her voice shaking as the words leave her mouth, her hands are raised almost fidgeting over the wound, but not daring to touch it without permission. Her hair is flipped over her shoulder now, revealing the ropy burns and scarred flesh on her right shoulder, though she seems not to care.
Denak was deeply focused on treating the wounded security officer, laying him down on the floor behind the counter, safe from the fight on the other side. He barely acknowledged Satja's approach and question, simply placing an icepack on her hands as he was focused on treating the stabwound. "He might have a concussion, put this on his head, keep him still and see if he's conscious, keep him calm if he is." He instructs, eyes fixed at the security guard's stabbed hand.
The blade had went through his hand entirely, but luckily didn't hit any joints so he should still retain movement on his hand. He didn't remove the knife though, instead he kept it in its place, breaking off the hilt while trying his best to treat the wound around the blade, disinfecting it, applying pressure on it and wrapping it in a bandage.
"We need to get him to a medical facility to treat the wound." He also added, looking up at Satja to see how she was doing. |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
0
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Posted - 2013.10.01 20:27:00 -
[96] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:True Adamance wrote:Satja swiftly covers the distance between herself and Denak.
"Anything I can do?" she asks, her voice shaking as the words leave her mouth, her hands are raised almost fidgeting over the wound, but not daring to touch it without permission. Her hair is flipped over her shoulder now, revealing the ropy burns and scarred flesh on her right shoulder, though she seems not to care. Denak was deeply focused on treating the wounded security officer, laying him down on the floor behind the counter, safe from the fight on the other side. He barely acknowledged Satja's approach and question, simply placing an icepack on her hands as he was focused on treating the stabwound. "He might have a concussion, put this on his head, keep him still and see if he's conscious, keep him calm if he is." He instructs, eyes fixed at the security guard's stabbed hand. The blade had went through his hand entirely, but luckily didn't hit any joints so he should still retain movement on his hand. He didn't remove the knife though, instead he kept it in its place, breaking off the hilt while trying his best to treat the wound around the blade, disinfecting it, applying pressure on it and wrapping it in a bandage. "We need to get him to a medical facility to treat the wound." He also added, looking up at Satja to see how she was doing.
"Of course" she said.
Taking the Ice pack she applied it to the wounded man's head, then without thinking put the fullest of her weight across the man's chest, leaning over him, though careful not the injure of provoke him to any fits.
This was simple triage, she understood the process well, may days and nights of time on the front lines with Kador had made her resistant to the sight of blood, and somewhat knowledgeable about medical practices though she was no qualified physician.
She simply waited there, holding the man down, making sure he was comfortable. Though she tried to focus on her work fully, she could not get the images of the all the drawn weapons out of her mind, it was a dangerous place to be, surrounded by immortals.
And then it hit her, and this thought chilled her more so than the blood that stained her dress, or the fear of the possibly unstable individuals around her.
She was very, very mortal.... |
Arc-08
Horizons' Edge
Orion Empire
107
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Posted - 2013.10.01 20:39:00 -
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*Arc walks up to the scene of the crime, armed only with his fists, and the training from his 10 year journey across New Eden learning different fighting Styles. yes he could have just gotten the augumentations, but some things are just better experienced, then uploaded.
*Arc see's satja and walks over to her, he pulls a civilian nanite injector out "Should we try to inject him while he's on his way to the medical facility?" asks arc? |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
269
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:02:00 -
[98] - Quote
Jakar watches as Denak and Satja tend to the unconscious guard. Unfortunately they are in front of the bar. He is currently aiming over their heads.
"Denak. No civilian casualties. If you can move him, get them out of the way," he says referring to Satja and the guard.
He hears Kador address Aztec. It echoes in his mind. All pain is lasting, he thinks to himself.
He access his Neocom via his neural implant and accesses the club's systems, turning off the music and turning up the lights. He turns off all of the strobes in the ceiling but has them point in the direction of the bar at Aztec. With the situation so tense, no one would notice. |
DeadlyAztec11
Chatelain Rapid Response
Gallente Federation
2171
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:04:00 -
[99] - Quote
Aztec sighs,
"I didn't want to fight the bartender. I came for another."
"This," he tosses the cube up and down,"is a holographic screen projector. Though, enough chit chat."
"Now, I want Denak." |
Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
652
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:13:00 -
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all this chaos, and I just wanted some good whisky. Ah well, cards have been thrown onto the table hard enough to slice through bone, joy and jubilation are out, and they yell at me if they don't get at least a parting shot in. Something tells me this will be the next bar I'm banned from. |
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Maikyl Metsar
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
66
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:38:00 -
[101] - Quote
*Metsar enters the club wearing a long jacket, with clasps running down the front of braided gold cord.. It had a slightly military air to it, but wasn't a uniform. Sleek and silk black fabric embroidered with golden florals along the cuffs, tail, and high collar. His blonde hair had been slicked severely down the left side of his face, almost reaching his chin. To his right walked his Ealurian slave, Torsuul. Finely dressed with his long graying hair held back in a ponytail. He had a sharp goatee and his face was beginning to wrinkle as men of his age did, especially around the eyes. As they walked in one would have balked at the thought that they were the same age, as Metsar's clone appeared to be twenty-five.
He waved off the hostess without even looking at her; and made his way, Torsuul close behind, to the stairs leading up to the casino. He ascended out of the cacophony of the dance floor into the soft jazz of the casino lounge. He perks up an eyebrow, idly wondering by what means they were able to dampen the roar of below so smoothly. Amidst this crowd of more elegantly clad folk he worked his way to an open seat at a viginti unus table. He placed his datachit on the table and was dealed into the game.* |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
269
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Posted - 2013.10.01 21:42:00 -
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Maikyl Metsar wrote:*Metsar enters the club wearing a long jacket, with clasps running down the front of braided gold cord.. It had a slightly military air to it, but wasn't a uniform. Sleek and silk black fabric embroidered with golden florals along the cuffs, tail, and high collar. His blonde hair had been slicked severely down the left side of his face, almost reaching his chin. To his right walked his Ealurian slave, Torsuul. Finely dressed with his long graying hair held back in a ponytail. He had a sharp goatee and his face was beginning to wrinkle as men of his age did, especially around the eyes. As they walked in one would have balked at the thought that they were the same age, as Metsar's clone appeared to be twenty-five.
He waved off the hostess without even looking at her; and made his way, Torsuul close behind, to the stairs leading up to the casino. He ascended out of the cacophony of the dance floor into the soft jazz of the casino lounge. He perks up an eyebrow, idly wondering by what means they were able to dampen the roar of below so smoothly. Amidst this crowd of more elegantly clad folk he worked his way to an open seat at a viginti unus table. He placed his datachit on the table and was dealed into the game.*
((Bouncer is intercepting at the door))
"Excuse me, Sir. We currently have an emergency in the club. I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside," the bouncer on duty states. He motions to the civilians who are currently upset about their inability to enter the club. |
Maikyl Metsar
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
66
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Posted - 2013.10.01 22:36:00 -
[103] - Quote
((Nevermind then, removing post, will return another day.)) |
Arc-08
Horizons' Edge
Orion Empire
107
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Posted - 2013.10.01 23:24:00 -
[104] - Quote
*Arc hands Satja the civillian nanite injector, then rushes over to Jakar.
"Sorry mate, i know your a little busy, but just know that I'll try my best to stop all the incidents i see here." "so can i get a permit as a temporary security guard, that way i can come in when theres an incident. i promise i won't hurt any innocents." adds Arc. |
Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
2
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Posted - 2013.10.02 01:18:00 -
[105] - Quote
Arc-08 wrote:*Arc hands Satja the civillian nanite injector, then rushes over to Jakar.
"Sorry mate, i know your a little busy, but just know that I'll try my best to stop all the incidents i see here." "so can i get a permit as a temporary security guard, that way i can come in when theres an incident. i promise i won't hurt any innocents." adds Arc.
She takes the needle wordlessly, focused fully on the work at hand, offering the item to Denak. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 01:32:00 -
[106] - Quote
Jakar Umbra wrote:
Jakar's eyes narrow and for a brief moment he contemplates using Demel's weapon to shoot both of them in the head. Still he grabs the strange hybrid of Matari and Ammarian technology and moves to the situation.
He aims at Aztec's skull, along with all the other security guards who were near enough to get clean shots. "Get the civvies away from the bar," he whispers in his comm. "No one else comes inside."
Outside the bouncer gets the order and instantly shuts the door, citing that an emergency was going on.
"What's wrong friend?" Jakar says, addressing Aztec and looking into his bloodshot eyes. His eyes occasionally drift to the unconscious guard.
((I can explain :D. MAGIC! No lol, I really can later on))
Demel, shocked by the fact that Jakar took the gun instead of helping him, lungs outwards to Jakar. The gun being a borrowed semi-auto weapon from a co-worker, and of course, all damage done to the weapon would likely be mirrored back at Demel. He almost grabs Jakar's back, until several rushing guards spot him and pull him backwards, locking Demel into place. He fidgets a little and groans at the locked arm and the knee in his back. He then stops fidgeting and looks at Jakar and Aztek, realizing that his constrained position won't retire any time soon.
"I was...offering my skills, not my gun!" Demel says moody and upset, yet knowing that Jakar probably won't respond to him. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
269
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:19:00 -
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DeadlyAztec11 wrote:Aztec is tackled from behind by Denak dropping the cube from his hand and it starts blinking red...
Not wearing a helmet, Aztec is knocked out after the back of his head hits the counter behind him.
((Did I miss something?))
Jakar feels Demel tug on his back as Denak tackles Aztec. Jakar spins to aim the gun as the guards restrain Demel. Jakar looks back at the situation to see Aztec knocked out. He hands Demel the gun.
"Restrain him," he says referring to Aztec out cold behind the counter. The guards move behind the counter to grab him.
He looks at the bartender who scrambles from behind the counter. "Go home," Jakar tells him.
Jakar walks beihind the counter quickly and retrieves the cube. If it is a bomb it would not be the first time he dies in such a manner, though he would hate having to pay for the clone.
Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out.
He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated. |
21yrOld Knight
Pradox XVI
163
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:28:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:DeadlyAztec11 wrote:Aztec is tackled from behind by Denak dropping the cube from his hand and it starts blinking red...
Not wearing a helmet, Aztec is knocked out after the back of his head hits the counter behind him. ((Did I miss something?)) Jakar feels Demel tug on his back as Denak tackles Aztec. Jakar spins to aim the gun as the guards restrain Demel. Jakar looks back at the situation to see Aztec knocked out. He hands Demel the gun. "Restrain him," he says referring to Aztec out cold behind the counter. The guards move behind the counter to grab him. He looks at the bartender who scrambles from behind the counter. "Go home," Jakar tells him. Jakar walks beihind the counter quickly and retrieves the cube. If it is a bomb it would not be the first time he dies in such a manner, though he would hate having to pay for the clone. Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out. He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated.
21 turns around and watches the fight disperse. Not once flinching he sits on his stool. Drinking his wine he smirks thinking " maybe the gallente actually do care about money. Jakar wouldn't of stopped the fight otherwise" 21 then gets up from his seat not taking the ten quafe drinks that he received earlier. He then looks down at the bar tender hiding underneath the bar and laughs " Death is a wind to me. Sometimes it blows strong and relentless, other times it simply blows against my face. For you mamn
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DeadlyAztec11
Chatelain Rapid Response
Gallente Federation
2171
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:41:00 -
[109] - Quote
Aztec starts regaining consciousness; his vision slowly focuses and his ears stop ringing.
He grabs the side of his head.
His first thought is, what is going on? Last thing he remembered was falling asleep on a Khanid slave ship. Then he starts to hear the numbers in his head again.
He turns around to see several uniformed men and women pointing weapons at him. He also see's the glowing cube and cracks a grin. And he let's one of his alternate selves take charge.
"Gentleman and graceful ladies, it appears that my presence has not been popular in the presence of this crowd. I don't know what has occurred, though, regardless of the president I shall presently leave the providence.
He strolls casually towards the exit, barricaded by guards.
He looks at Demel, makes a whispering sign to the nearest guard and loudly whispers, "Better keep an eye on that one, looks rather frisky. Got that look in'is eyes."
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DeadlyAztec11
Chatelain Rapid Response
Gallente Federation
2171
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:45:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:DeadlyAztec11 wrote:Aztec is tackled from behind by Denak dropping the cube from his hand and it starts blinking red...
Not wearing a helmet, Aztec is knocked out after the back of his head hits the counter behind him. ((Did I miss something?)) Jakar feels Demel tug on his back as Denak tackles Aztec. Jakar spins to aim the gun as the guards restrain Demel. Jakar looks back at the situation to see Aztec knocked out. He hands Demel the gun. "Restrain him," he says referring to Aztec out cold behind the counter. The guards move behind the counter to grab him. He looks at the bartender who scrambles from behind the counter. "Go home," Jakar tells him. Jakar walks beihind the counter quickly and retrieves the cube. If it is a bomb it would not be the first time he dies in such a manner, though he would hate having to pay for the clone. Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out. He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated.
((Yeah, to paraphrase, Danek "pushed" me out of the way lol. I changed it to 'tackled')) |
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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:50:00 -
[111] - Quote
Jakar Umbra wrote:
Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out.
He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated.
The guard slowly releases Demel with a suspicious gaze over his eyes. His hands ready if it is to happen again. Demel slowly picks up the weapon as he stands to his feet. He throws his hair back and brushes his empty hand through his tied back hair, fixing the bangs and straightening the ruffles. He looks at Jakar with a grin as he twirls his gun in his hand.
"There are ways to get past scanners," He smirks as he twirls the pistol around his fingers and hand like an oversized Balison. The gun collapses into a small 'package' looking device similar to a small Minmatar side pack.
He notice's Aztek's words, and smiles at him with a cunning grin, and then making a small biting expression.
He slowly makes his way over to Denak, about to conversate with him. |
True Adamance
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
2483
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:51:00 -
[112] - Quote
Taking heed of Jakar's warning Kador takes two great steps forward scooping the young woman up in the single movement, hoisting her into his arms. Without a word, and in less than a dozen seconds he is gone, and despite here cries of protest he exits the club with the few remaining civilians.
When outside he puts the woman down, gently. Takes stock, she looks fine, a bit pale but not harmed.
She is displeased with him, he can tell, the look of disapproval is evident on her face.
He also notes that her hair is a mess. He tucks one lock of hair over one ear so it dangles down, concealing the scarred flesh.
"Its time we left" he says tenderly.
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Heathen Bastard
The Bastard Brigade
653
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Posted - 2013.10.02 03:02:00 -
[113] - Quote
"No. I came for drinks, and this is the last bar on the station I have not been banned from. I will however do everyone a small favor." With that, Heathen holsters his pistols into their proper concealed holsters beneath his coat, flares the ends of it and sits on a stool at the bar right foot on the ground left leg crossed over the right.
Cracking a smile he calmly asked "Now that everyone's being civil, can I get my drinks?" |
Hunter Junko
Zanzibar Concept
177
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Posted - 2013.10.02 04:06:00 -
[114] - Quote
"and they say we minmatars are more violent... "
*takes another swig of my glass and observes from a distance the settling chaos* |
Denak Kalamari
Intaki Liberation Front
Intaki Prosperity Initiative
487
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Posted - 2013.10.02 04:18:00 -
[115] - Quote
Denak first addresses the nanite injector given to him as he was done treating the stab wound, looking at it quite suspiciously. Even if it was a civilian injector, those things were really potent and considering the situation, a little too excessive.
Jakar Umbra wrote:"Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? ((I'll make a compromise and say Aztec was tripped and thus fell over))
"I have no knowledge of the matter Jakar, I don't know why he is here or why he started a fight." He explains, taking the now conscious security guard's arm and placing it over his shoulder, lifting him up. "Now I would love to continue the interrogation, but there's a man who needs treatment I need to carry." He adds, as he started to slowly walk towards the exit, where Kador and Satja presumably were.
((This could still be continued in the Summit hallways Adamance, if you wish)) |
True Adamance
PIE Inc.
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
2487
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Posted - 2013.10.02 04:22:00 -
[116] - Quote
Denak Kalamari wrote:Denak first addresses the nanite injector given to him as he was done treating the stab wound, looking at it quite suspiciously. Even if it was a civilian injector, those things were really potent and considering the situation, a little too excessive. Jakar Umbra wrote:"Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? ((I'll make a compromise and say Aztec was tripped and thus fell over)) "I have no knowledge of the matter Jakar, I don't know why he is here or why he started a fight." He explains, taking the now conscious security guard's arm and placing it over his shoulder, lifting him up. "Now I would love to continue the interrogation, but there's a man who needs treatment I need to carry." He adds, as he started to slowly walk towards the exit, where Kador and Satja presumably were. ((This could still be continued in the Summit hallways Adamance, if you wish))
(( To the hallways!)) |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 05:46:00 -
[117] - Quote
Demel stops, noticing Denak being busy once again. He sighs, looking around the now quiet club, what was once flooded with lights, music, and people. The smell of sweat and beverages lingering slightly in the atmosphere. He then sighs and sits down on a stool, tucking away his collapsed, covert weapon.
"Nice things never last forever...." He says in a low voice.
He opens his neocom and sends a message to his co-worker, Maximia. He then takes a last look at Jakar and walks away, hands tucked in his pant's pockets, Caldari coat closed in the middle, dark brown hair swaying along his back with every step. |
DeadlyAztec11
Chatelain Rapid Response
Gallente Federation
2171
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Posted - 2013.10.02 09:25:00 -
[118] - Quote
Aztec, now fully awake is pondering why he is tied to a permanent stool.
"What have you gotten yourself now Aztec?"
He tests his arm restraints. Tungsten steel wrapped around a plasma core. Too easy. He attempts to get his knife out to deactivate the cuffs. No knife. No use using the cube when you can't leave. Where is that cube, he thought, he had seen it earlier. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
269
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Posted - 2013.10.02 11:09:00 -
[119] - Quote
Jakar watches as others leave, pouring the spirits into two glasses. He looks at Denak. "Thank you for seeing to him. You go with them," he says to another guard.
He slides one of the glasses down the bar towards Heathen. "Can't deny a man a drink," he says without looking his direction.
"No, they don't," Jakar says lowly to Demel as he walks out.
"Sir?" one of the guards aiming a gun at Aztec inquires.
Jakar looks up from his drink to see Aztec on the barstool to his right shrugging awake. He mutters something inaudible as he looks up to take stock of his situation. Jakar walks down the bar puts his hand on his shoulder and spins the mercenary around to look over the bar.
"I want to blow your brains out so much, but all it would do is wake you up in another clone who knows where, and leave me with a bar and floor to clean even more **** off of, so we're going to start simple. Who are you?" |
Arc-08
Horizons' Edge
Orion Empire
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Arc walks over to the man who started this riot. Once there Arc kneels next to the man for two reasons, one to help Jakar with the interogation, and two, in case the man gets out of his temporary prison and tries to hurt another guard. |
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