Clank gives a wide, toothy grin to the ganger when he's looked over, just enough mischief to play the part, but not enough to cause too much alarm. He is glad that he doesn't have to show off one of his cards and potentially threaten his 'legitimate' business, before heading inside. Inside he is almost mesmerized by all the flashing lights of the stage, half tempted to add some himself. Deciding sadly that that would potentially draw undue attention to himself. As it was, he just watched the crowd, waiting to see what the rest of the group does, for now.
Pippimi rolls into the club, springing upwards to tap the bouncer's butt to get his attention and then giving him a quick thumbs up before heading past. Once inside, she bobs up and down in time with the music for a bit before turning to shout at her allies.
"NOT AS GOOD AS THRASH METAL PIPPIMI PLAY IN OFFICE!" She grins. "PIPPIMI PLAY ALL YOU SAMPLE LATER, SURE YOU LOVE!"
She peers around, just taking the club in for now. The whole experience reminded her a little of the post-work parties from her earlier days at Blastwerks.
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Davrin struts through the line like he belongs. And he does. Wherever he goes, he belongs... He tips his hat to the bouncers as he passes, and adds as he passes with a charming impish grin that is ever his trademark, "Master Davrin serves one and all, male, female, everyone in between and beyond." He turns away but not before giving them a naughty wink.
Stepping in, Davrin breathes deeply the perspiration and pheromones in the air, getting intoxicated enough just from the energy in the air. But he reminds himself that he is here for business... well, business of a different kind.
Crowding at the bar together with the rest, he studies the staff exit / entrance. "A thousand credits that is where we're gonna find our targets. What say you, we just act like we belong, and waltz right in?" Looking around the dance floor, he adds, "I doubt anyone here is looking beyond their drinks... or their prey."
Zulu simply stares at the bouncer for a long moment, exocortex calculating numerous ways to kill and maim him, with probabilities on how best to do it efficiently before slinging his rifle.
Inside the club he does his best to filter out the sound, pehramones, haze of smoke and sweat press of bodies and follows Davrin's lead, as he was ostensibly a bodyguard.
At the halflings suggestion he concurs.
"Audacity and deception, reasonable. Violence, probable."
Even so he looks around the room, trying to find an alternative option. A way to cut the power or another entrance to the back room, perhaps.
Pippimi cocks her head when Davrin suggests striding right in. "Pippimi impressed! Davrin full of self-confidence and initiative, would do very good at work, yes!" She casually (or what she thinks is casual) stares at the staff entrance and anyone who may be guarding it.
"OK Davrin, Pippimi right behind you! She watch back!" And she follows right after Davrin, heading into the staff entrance if they're not stopped.
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The music is loud, and the party is bumping. Smoke fills the air, and the chance of getting a second-hand high is going up with every minute spent near the dance floor. The club seems fairly well contained, with no one going through the staff entrance except for one woman. The woman is pretty, though the effects of drug use are obvious on her face. She adjusts her blue glittery top which marks her as one of the dancers and heads towards a side stage.
...he wanders over to the bar for a whiskey."No less than 18 years. Rocks." He rattles off his order to the bartender as if it's as intrinsic to him as his shoe size.
The bartender looks at Lenny, offering a comically shocked face. "No less than eighteen years? Of course, what kind of a fine, upstanding establishment would we be offering underage product?" He winks at Lenny, pointing at a VIP booth at the back of the club. Eventually he realizes Lenny was looking for a slightly different product and pours him a drink.
You receive a few odd looks by the patrons of the club, but no one stops you as you approach the Staff Only area and push open the door. The large storeroom you find is 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 are three men in cheap clothing, with the signature blue Kings tattoos, playing cards. One clearly looks to be about to win pot of chips in the center of the table and puts half-hearted effort into “Employees only, scram..” before another looks up from his cards and notes your appearances, throwing down a losing pair and whispering, ”Uhh...They have weapons...”
Zulu watches the men get startled by a bunch of unfamiliar sentients wander into he storage room.
While he waits for the more charming members of the group try to talk down the impending confrontation and knowing he possesses no skills to help, the android simply selects a gang member and sets his exocortex to gathering tracking and targeting solutions on him, in case a fight breaks out.
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"Greetings, fellas!" Davrin calls out warmly, walking over as he extends his hand to each of them. "Davros McMillan, as your service. Well, perhaps not yours literally. See, the Companion House got a call for one of your staff to engage our services. Wanted someone small with deft hands, if you get my drift." He punctuates that with a wink. "So they sent me! But the receptionist was kind of... distracted and missed the name. But I presume whoever hired me would be through that door?"
Whether or not the guards do, Pippimi catches Davrin's drift. "Pippimi also here for hands. Pippimi very good with hands, if get drift!" She raises two of her paws and makes a massaging motion. "Big boss Ferani need massage yes?"
Surprisingly, she's quite convincing.
Zoran raises and eyebrow then nods.
"What he speaks is truth. I am here to ensure payment and proceedings go smoothly. The others and I are the business end not pleasure...unless you pay extra. Let's not make her wait." he clarifies.
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The thug up front looks around. "I guess that makes sense. Right, Pog?" The second thug laughs. "You don't try from your own supply. Or the Level 21's supply. Ya know." They chuckle and the first thug speaks back up. "Was Hatchbuster going to join you? I mean, I guess the little lady has six hands..." He looks at his buddies, who shrug. "Well, you two can go in. Leave the weapons on the table. Your business friends can join the game or wait in the club. 100 credit buy in, which is cheaper than the booze out there." He laughs and watches you, expectantly.
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Reacting quickly to the situation, Davrin shifts gears as he glares at the thugs. "A Companion never travels unaccompanied. Or unarmed. For obvious reasons that I hope I would not have to insult your organisation by spelling it out. You should know that. If the terms can't be melt, we will just have to take our leave, and you can explain to your boss the cancelled appointment. And trust me, the Guild has a long waiting list."
Pippimi nods as solemnly as her furry head will allow "Yes, Ferani would be very disappointed, Pippimi not able to come back for weeks. And Davrin have booked schedule..." She taps at her handheld comm and shakes her head on mock dismay.
Zulu simply stands in the back of the room and watches the targeting data scroll across his vision, hoping the bluff works but ready for imminent violence.
Clank stands mutely, glancing from one companion to the next, then to the guards. He didn't think that splitting up was a sound tactical move, but anything he said or did at this point would probably just destabilize the con. As much as he was itching to start blasting up the place and letting the gods sort things out, he waited to take a queue from someone who was already committed to being on that side of the door.
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The thugs look at each other confused. "Our girls never carry weapons, and they do just fine." The thugs laugh nervously, hands flicking towards their holsters. "I... think you guys should wait out in one of the booths. We'll let Ferani know you're here." They are getting nervous, a bead of sweat running down their faces.
The thug with the deep red star tattoo's hand slips towards his gun and he commits to the action, pulling it out and raising it towards the group. Thanks to the drugs coursing through their veins, you get the draw on them!
Zoran
Davrin
Pippimi
Z45719
Lenny
Clank
Blue- 0 dmg
White - 0 dmg
Red - 0 dmg
Zulu, reacting to the thugs drawing down on them shifts sideways, raising his rifle and fires on the thug he had pre selected as his primary target.
Pippimi looks over her shoulder at Lenny and grins "Close door maybe? Looks like Pippimi going to teach lesson. But no need to interrupt party!"
She rolls forwards, drawing her starknife as she does. She approaches the thug by a slightly circuitous route with her hands up and ready to grab. From a couple of steps away she pounces and tries to wrestle him to the ground!
You can’t use Stealth to hide from the creature grappling you, even if a special ability allows you to hide when you normally couldn’t. If you become invisible, through a Spell or other ability, you gain a +2 circumstance bonus to your check to escape being grappled, but you receive no other benefit.
"Stay still, Pippimi give massage!" If he looks at all hopeful at that statement, she continues with "OK, maybe Pippimi joking about massage..." and rolls her eyes.
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Zulu fires a shot, smacking the rear-most thug in the shoulder. He shifts onto the balls of his feet, but doesn't appear very hurt.
Pippimi gives the thug a great big Vesk-3 hug. The thug freezes, holding his pistol in one hand.
Zoran
Davrin
Lenny
Clank
Blue- 1 dmg
White - 0 dmg
Red - 0 dmg, GRAPPLED
Pippimi
Z45719
"Now this is more like it!" Clank gleefully draws his rifle as things draw out to their sudden but inevitable betrayal as laser fire and screams conclude any negotiation. Luckily, with the noise and drugs outside it was far less likely there would curious visitors to the fray.
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Lenny rolls his eyes at the thugs as their judgement slips.
"If you'd only listened to my friend..."
He nods at Pippimi, reaching his arm instinctively backward and gently pushing the door shut.
He then approaches the opposite thug and holds his hand open, palm facing outward to receive a sword handle as the solar light circling his head descends and forms the weapon there.
"Gentlemen, it appears it's time for consequences and repercussions."
Zoran smirks when they reach for their weapons and pulls out his pistol as well.
Good, I won't have to protect this group and can focus on cleaning these guys up. A welcome change of pace for sure.
"What?! Are you scared of just a hug...and here we thought you looked tough! I guess we were wrong..." Zoran mocks the red thug.
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Lasers fly as both Clank and Davrin hit their mark. The thug in front looks at the scar left on his armor and growls. This turns to dismay as the man in front of him turns out to be a solarian!
Surprisingly, Zoran’s insult hits home enough to be even more distracting than a six-armed fluffball giving out death-hugs. The thug turns his head around to look at the rude “Kasathan”.
Then, the thugs manage to draw their weapons!
Two of the thugs fire back at Lenny and Clank, their small pistols making big burns. The red-tatted thug squirms but his is unable to escape Pippimi's clutches!
Zoran
Davrin
Pippimi
Z45719
Lenny 5/8
Clank 2/6
Blue- 1 dmg
White - 5 dmg
Red - 0 dmg, GRAPPLED, FLATFOOTED
Zulu continues his fusillade at his targetted thug, snapping of a rapid pair of shots from his rifle, somewhat miffed at his rifles apparent lack of effective damage.
Detecting weakened power output, suggest readjusting filter by 15% and increasing gain by 5%
"Stop. Struggle!" Pippimi hangs on tight as the the thug tries to shake her off. While he's distracted, she draws her tactical doshko and stabs it at him, before using the momentum to leap free and land on her feet.
Zoran follows up Pippimi's attack with two of his own against the rattled thug.
Then with a clever smile he unsheathes the sword hidden within his cane.
"They have probably delivered far worse to others."
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Zulu fires at the thug, but he gets distracted by the intervening bodies. His blasts go into the bulkhead wall. The thug looks behind him at the scars, smiles, and speaks into a mike at his wrist. "DJ, turn up the beats. We have some customers we need to handle. Loudly."
With that, the music changes and you are confident nobody in the club will hear the rest of the firefight. Obviously this isn't the first altercation in these walls!
Startled by the sudden blasting music, Pippimi leaps off her prey, missing with her axe. Zoran and "Davros" feel differently, sending their laser and bolt into the thugs as the bass rocks the walls.
Zoran
Davrin
Pippimi
Z45719
Lenny 5/8
Clank 2/6
Blue- 1 dmg
White - 9 dmg FLATFOOTED
Red - 3 dmg, GRAPPLED, FLATFOOTED
Clank snarls a bit as he's hit by a laser blast, but sets his aim on the White thug. "Need to drop some of these guys fast!" He fires off a pair of shots at the most wounded of the Kings.
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Clank sends a shot into the thug's shoulder and one into the wall just above. That gun has quite the kick! Lenny takes advantage of the moment with a brutal uppercut. The thug's body hits the floor.
The thug with a bit of blue face paint snarls. "They killed Doorstop Dan! Kill that bloke!"
The other thug looks at him like he's crazy. "Screw you! This one tried to hug me!" He turns his pistol on Pippimi, out for blood.
Apparently Mr. Tattoo really doesn't like hugs because he sends a large blast of laser fire into Pippimi's furry chest! The blow stings, but doesn't do any permanent damage. The other thug is not so competent, raising his laser to high and hitting the ceiling.
Zoran
Davrin
Pippimi 2/5
Z45719
Lenny 5/8
Clank 2/6
Blue- 1 dmg
White - 18 dmg
Red - 3 dmg
Moving forward to get Lenny out of his field of fire, Zulu continues his assault on blue.
calculations failed to account for Lenny having and effective solar blade. Calculate chances of winning upped to 82% suggest making this shot count.
Nearing the door to the office Zulu hopes its occupants don't burst out to assist this very moment. He also Hope's the increased volume of the music keeps the door guards from jumping into the fray.
Either way he needed to focus on his next shot.
Clank scurries over so that he can get a better shot at the thug With a goblin giggle he fires a semi-point-blank-blast at the thug. "Who's the King now, Longshanks!?"
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And that's for you, Kreel my friend. Davrin smirks in satisfaction as one of the thugs go down.
But there are two more and Davrin quickly gets back into action. Torn between the two, he decides to go after the one more seriously injured, in hopes of taking down another quickly. Hold on there, Pippimi!
He turns his pistol on the thug at the back , ducking quickly behind a chair before he fires a shot at him from between the legs.
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"One down! Go team!"
Seeing that Clank and Zulu are lining up against the thug to his right, Lenny sets his sights on the one straight ahead by the table.
He looks this thug in the eye just before raising up his solar sword to bring it down for the strike...
"Why did the octopus beat the shark in a fight? Because the octopus was well armed." He giggles through the thug's hostile grimace at his stellar joke.
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Pippimi whips her doshko around, bringing it in for another swing at the tattooed thug. "Lenny, Pippimi not hear that one before! What is octopus?" She calls out mid-swing.
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Pippimi swings as the thug fires his pistol, trying to take advantage of his defensive opening. Unfortunately, she is better at managing Vesk than her starknife and misses.
Zulu calms his senses and fires a large blast of laser right into his target’s chest. Curses steam out of his mouth before being sharply cut off by a laser from the little green goblin at Zulu’s knees. The thug crumples to the floor.
Davrin pulls off a feat of acrobatics, which is amazing to behold. Unfortunately, the leap throws off his aim and he misses. Similarly, Pippimi swings her Doshko in a wide arc, but ends up missing as the thug dodges from side-to-side. Meanwhile, Lenny stuns that thug with a witty remark, opening up his defenses. His solar swords cuts through the man’s leather jacket like butter, opening up his insides. Looking down at his intestines in his hands, the thug silently drops.
The loud music continues in the club outside as the three men bleed out.
Zoran
Davrin
Pippimi 2/5
Z45719
Lenny 5/8
Clank 2/6[/b]
Blue- 13 dmg
White - 18 dmg
Red - 13 dmg
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It's an eerie calm after the last thug drops, as the music blares on as if nothing has occurred but the group is standing there looking at very real consequences to the skirmish.
Lenny lifts up his solar sword and it dissipates as the solar mote reappears in a faint orbit around his head.
"It appears we need to keep looking if we want questions answered."
Zulu watches the final two thugs drop quickly, as projected once the full combat capability of the group finally was displayed and calculated.
Approaching the nearest fallen thug, he kicks the laser pistol from his grasp and looks to the door.
"Continue to office? Or you want I should render aid to the fallen?"
As the battle dies down Zoran holsters his weapons and looks over the thugs.
"Would they do the same for us? I wonder how many more will be between us and Ferani?" he replies to Zulu in a darkened tone.
Would they do the same for us? I wonder how many more will be between us and Ferani?
Zulu grunts at the question, "Wondered if they would talk. Grunts like these wouldn't know anything anyway."
He then looks at the door, rifle raised, waiting for the rest of the group.
"Leave thugs. If what we found out right, they working for very bad group. Station safer without!" Pippimi takes a cloth and rubs at the scorch mark on her armor. "Also, thugs shot first and try to kill. That fair abdication of right to safety in Veskarium, if not here on Station."
She turns her attention to the door to the north. "This way to boss, yes? Pippimi ready. Pippimi think we need to beat up first, then ask questions. And Pippimi ready to hand out beating!" Her big eyes narrow in an almost comical look of seriousness.
Clank glances down at the thugs. "I dunno. They look all dead to me." He goes through the Kings' clothes looking for loose Credits or other interesting goodies. He is somewhat taken aback by not being the most bloodthirsty being in the group, but shrugs and continues, moving back from the door to allow more solidly built members take the lead.