Mysterra closes the rest of the distance between herself and the bouncer and steps in front of the doors to the club. She winds up and punches him in the face, causing her circuitry to spark with purple light--in places. Unlike Xera's bright, healthy glow, Mysterra's circuits glow sporadically, with a dim, flickering light.
Orlam moves past Valius, closing in on the bouncer at an angle so he flanks against Mysterra and takes a swing at the man with one of his fists, though he misses badly as he slips on the grounding, nearly losing his balance.
Includes +2 for flanking
Eye steps up to the bouncer and throws a punch himself, to no effect. Frustrated he raises his gun level with the man's eyes. "Listen pal, this scrap won't go your way. I'd rather not plug you but if you don't knock it off I'm gonna get aggravated and do it anyway."
"See, I'm offended now that you keep trying to club me," Valius states as he whips his scimitar around to clock the bouncer in the side - pulling his blow so not to deal any lasting damage. He doesn't want to kill anyone just yet. Not until it was no longer an option.
The majority of the group close in on the lone bouncer, his eyes widening in fear as the realization of being outnumbered dawns on him. A swift punch to the jaw by Mysterra is quickly followed up by the flat of Valius' blade slapping the man in the side of the chest, knocking the wind out of him momentarily.
Initiative - round 2
20 - Bouncer
15 - Private Eye
14 - Valius
12 - Orlam
11 - Xera
9 - Mysterra
Initiative - round 2
20 - Bouncer
15 - Private Eye
14 - Valius
12 - Orlam
11 - Xera
9 - Mysterra
Xera darts forward past Valius with her needler pistol. She brandishes it before taking a shot.
CHUFF! the needler speaks as a burst of pressurized air propels a dart towards the bouncer.
As Private Eye flounders in his attempt to strike down the bouncer, Xera looses a dart from her needles pistol which flies directly past the bouncers face and causes him to second guess his movements. He looks over at the android and snarls. ”Oh, so we are upping the stakes, are we love? Very well,” he says as he pulls a laser pistol out from his belt at the small of his back, taking a careful couple of steps away from Orlam and Mysterra.
Just at that moment, the the deep bass beat and ululating vocals of the music playing inside of the club grows louder as the exit door opens up. The other bouncer stands in the doorway, a startled look on his face as he takes in the chaos of the melee occurring just outside of the club. After a few seconds, he gathers his wits enough to raise his arms in a defensive measure.
Initiative - round 3
20 - Bouncer
15 - Private Eye
14 - Valius
12 - Orlam
11 - Xera
9 - Mysterra
Despite that combat has just turned lethal, Mysterra doesn't seem phased. She activates her combat tracking on the bouncer in the doorway, then throws a punch at him.
Valius saw the laser pistol that the bouncer just pulled out. Things had just gotten a lot more serious and deadly. So he engaged with that thought in mind, lowering his stance and stepping in towards the bouncer, before slashing upwards towards his body.
Private Eye sighs, "If it has to be this way." He attempts to read the bouncer's movements but things are getting chaotic. He takes aim and fires.
Seeing the threat before them becoming more grave, Mysterra and Valius both attempt to take down the first bouncer. Despite the harrying fire provided by Xera, the older android fails to land a blow on the man. Valius, on the other hand, swings the star-wrought scimitar in a deadly arc that carves a line in the bouncer's chest and eliciting a wet gasp as the man collapses to the floor, blood beginning to pool on the metal street under the body.
Initiative - round 3
20 - Bouncer
15 - Private Eye
14 - Valius
12 - Orlam
11 - Xera
9 - Mysterra
Blood has been spilled, and the soldier's instincts kick in. Drawing his heavy doshko, Orlam moves to attack the second bouncer swiftly.
vs KAC
Piercing
With brutal efficiency, Orlam finds the doshko embedded deeply in the second bouncer’s chest, his wet gurgling cry drowned out by the loud music. As the kasatha removes the weapon, the body falls forward into the street, the door closing after him.
Combat is over.
Eye reloads his semi-auto and says, "Well, all thoughts of doing this covertly are out. Let's do this quick before people start peeking out here."
"Agreed."
As the melee winds down and people catch their breath from the adrenaline, the nuar delivery-man stands next to his cart continuing to chew on a large piece of gum, his computer tablet still in hand. ”Mmmm, messy,” he says ponderously, ”never did care much for them two.”
The bullheaded figure’s voice has a deep and reverberating quality to it, and he appears to be completely unperturbed by the bloodshed that occurred before him. Other than the nuar and his delivery cart - still loaded with two crates destined for the Fusion Queen - the street is empty for now.
Looking at the crates, Mysterra remarks without emotion, "We can complete that delivery for you."
Mysterra grabs a crate and carries it into the Fusion Queen. Once inside she looks around, puts down the crate, and returns outside.
The crates are about a little over foot long in each direction, and the sound of glass bottles clinking together rings from within them as they are picked up.
The dimly lit interior of the nightclub is filled with the press of sweaty bodies, a haze of narcotic smoke, and the pounding beat and ululating vocals of bakarang music blaring from the main stage in the northeast corner of the room. A sinuous bar winds around the northwest corner, offering a variety of drinks and drugs for purchase. Booths line the south wall of the club, facing the main stage in the northeast corner and the crowded dance floor beneath it. Gyrating dancers stand atop four smaller stages scattered around the club: one behind the bar, one in the center of the room, and two flanking the main stage. Wide double doors marked “Staff Only” exit the room to the west, and between these doors and the front doors is a small room with a window cut out of it, and a small neon sign saying “Coat Check” above the window.
As Mysterra sets the crate onto the floor and turns to walk out of the club, one of the bartenders looks up. ”Hey, newbie! she calls out angrily, barely audible over the din. ”Deliveries are brought here!” she says as she slaps the bar in front of her.
Mysterra looks at the bartender and stares for a while, then moves the crates over to where she indicated. Mysterra looks around and heads back outside to get the other crate. Once outside she tells the others what it looks like inside. Then she grabs the last crate, clearly intending to complete the delivery.
Xera puts her gun away.
"Hadn't meant for it to go that way, but... screw them. They killed Duravor."
She waves a hand over the area where the blood has been spilled. The blood turns slowly to ash and blows away.
She looks over the bodies quickly to see if the bouncers have anything of value. She then looks around for a ventilation shaft or maintenance hatch where the bodies could be hidden.
"We can't just leave the bodies on the street. But I don't see anywhere we can stow them."
"There's nowhere inside that will work." Mysterra replies as she grabs the second crate.
If he cannot find a place to quickly drag the bodies while Mysterra makes her first trek into the bar, Orlam shrugs. "Leave them, then. We will have to strike swiftly anyway. If an alarm is raised, maybe the confusion will mask our presence as we will already be inside."
The soldier moves into the bar with Mysterra when she takes the second crate, his eyes taking in the scene. "That way. Leave the crate." Orlam grunts as he takes a hard left, headed for the Staff Only exit...
"Well I guess that we might as well abandon the pretense and seek justice openly," Valius says as he follows the armored kasathas towards the staff only entrance, taking a moment to scan the room for threats.
Instead he notices something useful for clearing out anyone who they didn't want to end up in the middle of a firefight. As they walk towards the entry, Valius smashes and draws the fire lever.
-Outside-
The nuar looks at Xera and then back down at his empty trolley. "I will put them on here and I will cover them with something," he says between chews of the wad of gum. "People here do not tend to be nosy, I have found."
-Inside the club-
A split second after Valius smashes the thin glass casing and presses on the fire alarm's lever, a loud, high-pitched ringing can be heard over the music, cutting through the air like a blade. Those who are dancing slowly stop what they are doing as the music begins to repeat itself without variation and look around with confused expressions on their faces. The bar staff look to each other and nod before beginning to lock up the registers quickly and telling people to leave the venue, while the dancers quickly dismount their podiums and the DJ starts to cover his equipment with a plastic tarpaulin.
The nuar looks at Xera and then back down at his empty trolley. "I will put them on here and I will cover them with something," he says between chews of the wad of gum. "People here do not tend to be nosy, I have found."
"Thanks, friend," Xera says as the Nuar makes his offer. "Here, take this-" she says as she pulls out one of the laser pistols the group took in the first firefight. She hands it to the Nuar. "Even if you already have one, it's good to have a backup."
She then winks at the Nuar and runs into the club drawing her other pistol as she goes.
Private Eye keeps his gun in hand but tries to keep it out of sight. He makes his way towards the 'Staff Only' area, roughly if necessary in the press of bodies, expecting the others to come along.
Mysterra delivers the last crate properly, placing it with care near the bar.
She stands and turns, noticing the her companions slip into the 'Staff Only' room. Mysterra follows seriously, only to have the fire alarm begin to blare loudly before she's halfway there.
She looks around, curious.
Fire?
Deciding she'd best ensure her companions get out alive, she heads into the staff room--discovering they've pulled the fire alarm.
False alarm! That's a relief!
Deciding her semi-automatic pistol is better in close quarters than her laser rifle, Mysterra draws her pistol, flicks off the safety and stands ready to move when her colleagues do.
With the ringing of the fire alarm sounding noisily in the club, which has now replaced the staccato beat of the music, the club's patrons and staff file out of the club in a hectic but relatively orderly manner. They seem to pay no attention to the small group congregating near to the doors marked 'Staff Only' as they are pushed out by those behind them keen to get out of the building.
Mysterra waits awkwardly near the fire alarm, completely still, stiff and silent, with a pistol in her hand.
When the others have gathered near, Orlam asks if they are ready, then pushes open the door marked 'Staff Only' unless another suggestions is made.
Xera follows the others into the bar, and pushes aside out of the crowd.
"Our back seems to be to a door. Care to see where it leads before the place empties out?"
As Orlam pushes the door open quickly, he and the rest of the group find themselves confronted with the club's storeroom. This large room is filled with supplies for the bar outside, including bottles of hard alcohol, kegs of beer, and boxes of food and recreational stimulants. One corner holds amplifiers, musical instruments, and costumes for the club’s entertainers. A single door stands in the north wall.
There is also a large circular table here with three gang members standing around it having appeared to abandon a game of cards due to the fire alarm. The three of them look very familiar to Orlam, Xera, and Mysterra, as they are the three gangers from the attack on Docking Bay 94. They stand slightly bewildered as the door opens to the sight of the group standing, weapons bared.
Initiative - Surprise Round
19 - Valius
17 - Xera
14 - Mysterra
12 - Private Eye
9 - Orlam
A pistol in each hand, Xera shouts "FIRE!" ...and shoots!
Mysterra opens her mouth to tell them to surrender--only to have Xera shoot a laser pistol right past her head.
Ahhhhhh! Whoah, that was close! I'd better get out of the way!
Looking stoic despite the lasers flying past her head, Mysterra calmly walks into the room with her gun in her hand.
Recognizing the man who she shot with her rifle before, she asks him, "Why did you kill Durovor Kreel?"
Orlam moves in to cut off any thought of retreat through the far door, the kasathas brandishing both the heavy rifle and the doshko as he moves to within melee range of the one sitting closest to the exit. If he gets the chance, he slashes at that one as well with the melee weapon. "We should take one alive, if we can." Orlam calls out to the others.
vs KAC
Piercing
Ha! Doesn't matter, even if it's allowed it'll be a miss. :)
Xera's laser shot fires right over Mysterra's shoulder, the bolt catching the gang member square in the shoulder. As he winces, his face contorting with the pain of being shot at, Mysterra steps in and positions herself in front of the man she had winged in the firefight on the docking bay. At the same time, Orlam steps between the gangers and the door leading into the next room, brandishing both of his heavy weapons menacingly.
Initiative - Surprise Round
19 - Valius
17 - Xera
14 - Mysterra
12 - Private Eye
9 - Orlam
[ooc]Partial charge isn't a thing in Starfinder that I can see, so it will be just a move action. I can, however, allow you to use the attack roll as an AoO if any of the gang members are wanting to get to the door before your next turn. Valius and Private Eye, you may still take your standard+swift or move+swift actions.
Valius closes his fist around his solar mote, recreating the golden scimitar from before. He stands ready for the fight he assumes is about to break out here, and hopes the alarm is loud enough to prevent attention from other gang members.
Eye moves into the room trying to get a clear shot. Also, he hopes they can avoid arousing any more attention from the main floor.
As Private Eye slips into the room, the laser pistol fire from Xera seems to elicit a couple of yelps of surprise from the club-goers. They begin to push against one another in an effort to get out of the club quickly.
Initiative - Round 1
19 - Valius
17 - Xera
14 - Mysterra
12 - Private Eye
12 - Gang members
9 - Orlam
Mysterra waits for the man she spoke to to answer her question. As she waits she watches him, allowing her exocortex to analyze him.
She holds her gun in her hand, aimed at him and ready to be fired.
Since the others seem to recognize these three as a threat Private Eye decides to treat them the same way. He opens fire on the banger in front of him but misses. Eye swears under his breath at his terrible performance on this job so far.