Kamda

Ters found himself in Nerra's bar that evening, quietly sipping his medicinal brandy, his back hunched and his mind far away.

Fuff's live music aided in minds being away, as the cat opted for the perfect ambience.

Bars were good for after operations. The Karkarodon was there, spear blaster checked as normal. His goggles sat atop his head, as he made his way to a booth.

Sol has taken to the idea of "fixing" things around the bar. This has led to complications in that he is not an expert, and that a number of things are as Nerra wants them, but his heart is clearly in the right place. He also has been going through the cheapest rotgut the place has, alternating between drinking and using it as a degreaser solvent on some of his mechanical bits.

You don't get drunk at your own bar. You can drink. That can even help with sales. But if your drinking with another purpose, go somewhere else.

So, here was Jaxom, ready to forget a few things.

As the evening was progressing Nerra seemed content, relaxed. However, Clem, his barman always at his side came up around the bar with the towel slung over his shoulder. Leaning in he spoke to Nerra. Nerra looked out into the crowd, then back to Clem, whatever was said he objected. Whatever Clem said he doubled down.

Nerra, thinking.. put his hand on Clem's shoulder. Apologizing, it seemed, and then walked out around the bar. Making his way to the back-room.

Clem, meanwhile, following a promise first started making his way through the people over toward Solork.

"Clem?" Solork twitches his nose beneath the mask. "What is it?" Sol reaches for his gear.

Finally getting through the crowd Clem is just about to speak when the first shout from one of the entrances is heard, more from the other, suddenly people were being pushed inward as the sound of vocoders yelled, voices interjected, and stun batons threatened. Clem looked to the back room, then to Solork, and then made his move toward the back.

Meanwhile the stormtroopers had already cut off the main exits and were slowly but surely pushing inward, corralling the people out into the street and their clutches. Keeping the building locked down.

Sol's hand moves to his sword, but he pauses. A full shootout in here would mean a bloodbath between him and Tranq, the stormtroopers and the innocent civilians. It was the last part that tipped the balance as the Gank followed Clem back.

"I assume that Nerra has a plan?"

"Just stay safe," he turned, held up a hand, "Nerra is gone, I got him out of here.. tried to help you," the shouting makes it hard to hear, "just, don't do anything crazy and try to get through this. Alright? I have something I need to do."

At the bar, the Kel Dor put down his brandy and rose to his feet. His expression suggested a deep fatigue as he pondered what on earth to do next. Warrant? His legal mind having supplied one course of action, he considered threading his way through the crowd to converse with the stormtroopers, but instead hoisted himself up to sit on the bar (sticky! ew!) in order to make room for the crush of people.

Fuff didn't panic; instead, he tried to find a pathway in the chaos that would bring him outside without a trace. The corralling led to all the worst recollections though.

Jaxom didn't move. He watched. He weighed his options as people ran back and forth around him.

He did wonder what was happening at Korso's.

Sol nods. He did have a bounty on his head after all, and he couldn't fault Nerra for the decision. Again, the innocents and trouble for Nerra made it a smart idea.

Still, something was bothering him. He waits until he's alone before he pulls out his commlink. He has Tranqs frequency from the other operation. "Tranq, are you there?"

As the people were jostled and shuffled the troopers maintained their hold on the line, keeping anyone from getting out without being filtered out into the open area by the Imperials themselves. Simply escaping wouldn't be an option, but perhaps something else could help with that? Time was only as long as the Empire had people to sort through but they were working efficiently.

Ters could see that the troopers at the side exit were merely holding the line. While the ones at the front were funneling people outside, likely into a larger space where they could corral them easier and process them appropriately without fear of someone eluding their watch.

Temporarily unsure as to the next move, Ters was momentarily taken out of action as a wave of premonition swept over him.

Foresee roll, 1 light side spent=what does tomorrow look like?

Then he rose to his feet and said in a clear voice. "Please allow me to pass. I must speak with the officer commanding."

Ters gets a feeling of darkness, overwhelming, but at the end of a tunnel a light.. hope?

When Ters stepped forward he was immediately pushed back, "Step back!" he shouted.

There were quite a few people of interest in the bar. Jaxom knew he was one, but he doubted they had come specifically for him. He was usually pretty easy to find. But, he didn't feel like being questioned tonight.

He glanced around again. Nerra had contingencies, he was sure.

Certainly he did, but where? Not in the main room for certain. While one of the back-rooms he knows of didn't seem to have too much he remembered. Perhaps the bathroom? Or the storage room. There were options, and precious little time to get it wrong.

Jax looked towards Fuff and then Ters, before he made his way to the back. He hoped they had noticed, but they may not have been the only ones.


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[D7, LE] With a Capital T., Average Skullduggery to guess where a hidden room or passage would be: 1eA+2eP+3eD 4 successes, 3 threat