Synyster punches in a reminder alarm into his datapad so he doesn't miss his meeting, then after commiting the information to memory, deletes all the messages regarding the job. Feeling quite satisfied with himself he puts his datapad away. Examining the atmosphere of the cantina he moves further away from the Imperial and his strange droid. Best not to tempt fate when things were starting to look up.
Ithaka hovers in place for a brief moment, then turns to scan the woman behind the bar, before placing her red photoreceptor's gaze on Riddle once again.
"I sense no danger, Master Riddle. And our business is not complete. My recommendation is that we stay in this facility for the time being."
Ithaka turns her gaze to the mercenaries at the other end of the bar, curious as to their motives, and uncaring of the suspicions layed against her.
"Well I sense the contrary. So we shall go."
"Well I sense the contrary. So we shall go."
"Very well, Master Riddle. I shall follow your lead."
Before master riddle has a chance to leave said bar, some kind of commotion is starting outside the bar in the common walkway areas.
Patrons and commoners start to hug the walls, and get out of the way of some unseen danger.
A pair of individuals can be seen running past the doorway to the bar. One of the two fleeing individuals takes a shot on the back from what sounds like the distinctive sonic recoil of a Blas Tech DC-15 and crumples on the hallway just outside the Nexu's Claw.
Two heavily armored stormtroopers pause at the body while a third takes aim at the last runner, but is waved off from what looks like a commander in a matte black set of commando armor.
The troopers are scanning the crowd looking for further targets and having some kind of communication which each other via private comms by the way they occasionally make eye contact with the trooper in black.
The black armored commander keeps his rifle close but relaxed, as the other two troopers pick up a robed figure. Hoisting the figure up, her cowl slips off her head and a long stream of honey colored hair falls in front of her face as the two troopers secure her. She appears to still be breathing, though she takes infrequent shallow breaths.
“Balls to that,” Veeta mutters under her breath before turning slightly toward Cuss and setting her glass on the table.
“You feel like playing the hero today, Cuss? Remember that bar brawl in Mos Eisley? I’ll be the bunker if you want to play outrider.”
The move Veeta refers to involves her getting ready to flip over the table and use it as cover while Cuss ambles to the right of the door. Veeta hopefully will draw the stormtroopers attention, allowing Cuss to blast any who try to push into the cantina as well as keep an eye on any other bar patrons behind her.
If Cuss is agreeable, Veeta will ready an action to flip the table and blast one of the stormtroopers carrying the injured woman as soon as he is in position.
Ket subconsciously checks his pistol and tries to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
“You feel like playing the hero today, Cuss? Remember that bar brawl in Mos Eisley? I’ll be the bunker if you want to play outrider.”
Quietly, Cuss responds, "Reckon so, pard'ner."
Cuss slowly edges towards the door, his hands half raised & kept in full view for the Troopers.
Though his supply of pistols is rather conspicuous, Cuss does his best to look like someone who isn't eager to fight.
The black armored commander keeps his rifle close but relaxed, as the other two troopers pick up a robed figure. Hoisting the figure up, her cowl slips off her head and a long stream of honey colored hair falls in front of her face as the two troopers secure her. She appears to still be breathing, though she takes infrequent shallow breaths.
Ithaka turns to face the stormtroopers and their prisoner, her photoreceptor jumping from trooper to trooper, before focusing on the injured woman.
Sentient creature in need of medical assistance detected. Running diagnostic protocol.
Synystr ducks below one of the tables and slowly puts his hand on his blaster, ready to draw it in an instant, while hoping that a firefight does not break out. Whispering under his breath.
"I do not need this... I just got work too...."
Riddle believes that it is time to take advantage of Ithaka's presence. He whispers, "I am the formidable Imperial Inquisitor and you are my dedicated interrogator. Got that?"
Thereafter, he moves towards the imperial troopers. In a voice usually used in the parade grounds, "What seems to be the problem, commander?!"
<Ignites lightsaber and starts to massacre the stormtroopers>