Ziost - Crown of the Sith Empire

Xyll had hoped a harsh look had been enough. She was just here for the drinks. But the foolish creatures were looking to complicate matters. No matter. As soon as punches started being thrown, she in turn started throwing around things of her own. Or rather things belonging to other people. A mug here. A wall-mounted light there. She didn't have to touch any of those things in order to throw them, of course. And she stayed out of the fray mostly. This was no place for a lightsaber to be ignited.

With the fighting done, Lucinia turned back to the bar, the expression on her aristocratic features unmistakably annoyed.

She picked up her drink, somehow unspilled in all the chaos, but the irritated look grew deeper, her red lips curling decidedly down. Pulling out a handkerchief, she dabbed softly at her nose.

Rax had certainly enjoyed himself. He wanted so much to get to the Mandalorian and enact a little bit of revenge, but the authorities showed up just in time to prevent him from going further. And then once things settled down, the Massassi seemed to sweep him up with uproarious laughter and pats on the back, shoving a cup of the spiced wine in his hands. He just scowled at the Mandalorian from where he was.

Hala stood outside, frostily watching the belligerents. As soon as the MPs arrived, she walked over and began conversing with one of their officers to relay what she had witnessed.

Sitting outside with a shiner and getting a stern dressing down from the MPs is Ensign Pierce. Once they are done he folded his arms and looked at the massassi who seem pleased with the fighting and seem confused by all the military police…

He finally lets out a curse, “Bloody massassi gonna get my arse canned or drive me to bloody murder.”

Tyr felt good. The adrenaline in his system made him feel bigger, stronger. He turned down several drink offers from massassi he’d punched or head butted his way through. He did accept the strange gift, however, pocketing it for later examination. Rolling his shoulders, he tilted his chair back and began to make note of those faces which were familiar.

Remmington Thalalas wrote:Remmington decides to approach Jo'ren first. "Good evening. Seems like I cannot stay out of trouble whenever you are around huh? Or maybe I should say that whenever you are around things always get interesting?"

"Evening Rem, feels good to get your blood pumping huh?" He chuckled. "I definitely make things interesting for you. The Massassi like a good fight, it's probably why I like them."

His attention shifted to the Imperial troopers getting a dressing down. "Sucks to be those guys though."

Alister left his bloodline on the table as he left the bar, he'd been shoved around a good deal in the scuffle and was more then a bit perturbed. If the republic had seen this they would be laughing, especially as it seemed a good number of sith lords had been encouraging the behavior. It was a rather deplorable loss of discipline.

A glance was given to Eisign Pierce, as he moved into the cool evening. He'd need to talk to the man at a latter date, now really didn't seem the time. In the meantime it was time to leave.

/exit unless stopped.

((Purposefully leaving the bloodline behind, I'm fairly certain it will get drunk.)

Remmington looks at the scene and then at the wine he was given. "It certainly is. I feel a little for those guys. This stuff... you brought it before didn't you? I remember this being pretty good."

Alister Dravvad wrote:((Purposefully leaving the bloodline behind, I'm fairly certain it will get drunk.)

Mahr was laughing his heart out from all the fun and more then gladly poached an extra bottle of bloodwine someone had left behind. Waste not, want not!

He walked around the room congratulating those who did not wimp out from the challenge. The big wolf man for being the first into the fray, Dino for being a though motherfucker and that big red sith for having thrown the best jawbreaking right hook got a slap in the back for their performances.

"Ahh, of course Mahr. Your friend did not have have much in the way of a swing...but they do have a rather nice bottle of wine." Dino nods appreciatively. "It is good that they knew to hand over wine to us."

Remmington Thalalas wrote:Remmington looks at the scene and then at the wine he was given. "It certainly is. I feel a little for those guys. This stuff... you brought it before didn't you? I remember this being pretty good."

"Heh, yeah. Although this stuff is like the deluxe version." Jo'ren gave him friendly punch on the shoulder and chuckled when Mahr clapped him on the back. "So here we are again Rem, in the aftermath of a good fight. You doing alright?"

Remmington chuckles. "Well all these beatings that I seem to keep taking are at least making me a little bit tougher. Maybe I should just stick to trying to find a party instead of a brawl."

Dino Brado wrote:"Ahh, of course Mahr. Your friend did not have have much in the way of a swing...but they do have a rather nice bottle of wine." Dino nods appreciatively. "It is good that they knew to hand over wine to us."

''HA!' he snorted ''THEY GAVE US WINE, DINO. DID NOT HAND US WINE. WE LIKE TO FIGHT AND BOND OVER SUCH EVENTS. THE WINE IS A SIGN OF CAMARADERIE''

Remmington Thalalas wrote:Remmington chuckles. "Well all these beatings that I seem to keep taking are at least making me a little bit tougher. Maybe I should just stick to trying to find a party instead of a brawl."

"Maybe Rem, maybe." Jo'ren passed him some bloodwine. "Guess it's a party now? We should meet up outside of a bar fight in the next few days. See what we can do to help each other's plans."

Remmington nods as he accepts the wine and takes a drink. "Yeah, we really need to do that. When and where is a good time for you? I have some... highly sensitive information. So someplace where we can speak privately will be ideal."

Looking at the bloodwine he nodded. "Not here then. Come to my holdings, I'll show you Rath Tower. Tomorrow evening's probably good, but let me know. Think I might get up early and join these son's of bitches. I'm feeling generous after that fight."

Remmington chuckles. "Sounds good. I will give you a call to work something out. Maybe I should join the training too to help keep things on track."