Now there was blood in the water. The sharks would surely come.
One had tried already, and now another offered more money for anyone else to try. Six Million credits was certainly not a lot of money, to those in the space-mercenary profession. It was worthwhile pay, and for dreadfully simple work in this case. Some of these men did not own ships, or stake their lives on space dogfights. Six million would go to solving a lot of debts, or many nights of pleasurable company and good spirits. Or simply a ticket off this rock, or even a jumpstart into that space mercenary profession.
Two men drew guns, but not subtly. They made no move to step forward. As soon as the shooting started, this place would turn into a slaughterhouse. Humans inevitably moved in stampedes, they would cluster to escape the violence, channeling too much meat for such a small exit. That, and the blood, and gunsmoke. It was like a narcotic to induce instant panic.
But that wouldn't be what would happen, would it? Some of these people here weren't fighters, or didn't want to be - others were cut from a decidedly rougher cloth. Guns would come out, shooting would start, and people would die. Tobi Reaper had just given them the reason, like an announcer at an old roman gladiatorial deathmatch. The pulse of the room changed.
Of the two men who had drawn guns, Sagara moved to between them and where Jack and his bodyguards stood at the bar, Understanding things just as well as he did, the bodyguards had not unlimbered whatever heat they were packing, and would not until needed.
"Not your fight, merc." The first one said. He had watched Sagara knife the assassin, and knew well that the words wouldn't be followed. The other one, bigger, taller, said nothing.
"Take a gamble on what your life's worth. Think twice." was all Sagara said to them. He had not drawn his own gun, and wouldn't, if he could help it.
What happened next, happened fast. They both leveled their pistols on him, and in that instant, Sagara was before them, among them, between them. They turned with his movements, trying to get a clear shot. The smaller one that talked leveled the gun up, and instead of shooting, was gonna drop the butt down like a heavy metal cudgel. The big one apparently thought Sagara was trying to run between the two. It was simple enough to grab his arm, re-direct his already shifting movements in another direction - like up. As his arm went up with the pistol, a shot discharged, sending a pulse of red energy into the ceiling. Sagara dropped, sweeping the Big ones legs out from under him, while the Smaller one was left with nothing to club. He waited, patiently, for Sagara to rise, and when he did, he would have that slant eye'd kusari scumbag deadbang, so he would.
Sagara rose to his feet, and grabbed for the gun. It was leveling for his head, and fell to his chest instead. As the trigger was depressing for a lethal shot that would no doubt incinerate all his vital organs, he levered the mans wrist and arm another way - too focused on the kill, locking up his wirst for the recoil, already smiling in triumph, his arm was easy to move in just the way he wasn't expecting - that was, just to the side, away from Sagara's chest - side-stepping the lethal blast - and thus, when the trigger was pulled, a blast of red energy took the big man in the throat, still lying on the ground, wondering why he was seeing stars (and then wondering nothing at all).
The man who had shot his friend was surprised beyond belief. Sagara twisted the mans wrist, and the gun was free. After that, it was a simple thing to club the man in the throat, and drop him like a sack of tubers. He took the pistol, ripped the energy focusing slide free, then the powerpack, and tossed the pieces to the corners of the assembly hall.
Tobi looked at Izzy. "Yes I agreed with you about the Colonial Republic but the IMG is another matter. The fact is they are miners trying to push rules and regulations onto us, this system is full of lawless thugs likes Silver here, I hear she has made bridges and burned so many more. But on the other hand if you look somewhere back on your life, I bet you have commited the same act of petty revenge as I am doing now, but then again I bet jack hasn't hired anything against you yet has he?" Then Tobi turned and looks at Silver "You know I haven't Forgot that yet"
Then as quick as the shooting started Tobi pulled out his Pistol and pointed it at where the shooting was coming from and pointed it at Sagara "Hey you what the hell are you doing? I hope your not doing something that will cause a problem in our friendly relationship we have here?" Fact was Tobi didn't know Jack was here today. "If they were causing you trouble take it outside" Then he holstered his gun and sat down by the nearest seat.
' Wrote:As much as I hate having to agree with Tobi, I agree with everything he said. Get off Newark and get out there ingame doing stuff. Seriously, I should charge you for parking
Not bad.
The Kusarian was good. No one touched him, or the man he seemingly was protecting. Izzy hopped down from the stall counter. While he was good, he didn't have 360° vision. She slipped through the crowd as two men drew knives and came at Sagara. He had it, easily, but he didn't see the third man raise a handgun.
The old "Two guys distract while a third shoots in the back" trick. Third time this month. Well, Izzy wasn't about to stand for it. She twirled, not for show, but to both slide a kunai from her thigh and, when she was fully turned, she threw out her arm. The kunai left her hand and flew straight, embedding itself in the barrel. The man froze, surprised. Izzy jerked her shoulder down, releasing the smaller stilletto on the inside of her sleeve. She had crossed the distance by now, a swift kick throwing the gun to the side, and an palm strike to the chest pushing him off-balance, allowing her to bar-brawl right hook the man's face, throwing him back. She twirled the stiletto in her hand.
"Now now, let's not get all trigger-happy." She said. Izzy then looked to Reaper. "Done airing dirty laundry? I'd like to hear Foster say what the payment is."
Tobi looked at Izzy from his seat " That reminds me has anyone seen her from her last outburst." looks around the hall "Anyway I think I'm finished for the moment" Tobi took a glass of water, and had a mouthful. "The stage is all hers now"
' Wrote:As much as I hate having to agree with Tobi, I agree with everything he said. Get off Newark and get out there ingame doing stuff. Seriously, I should charge you for parking
Derringer, the Security Chief of the Reaver Merc. Co. noticed the first knifing. With that, she quickly tapped thrice on the small intercom.
The twelve guards quickly relocated without notice, and prepared their guns.
Her boss, Silver sighed at the display, and already imagined the outcome.
With a slight nod of her head, and hushed some words to both Lach and Derringer.
"Lach, you're packed, i hope. Dagon, if a mexican happens, take it down. I don't want any more funny business."
Kaze Dagon or Derringer as she was known, nodded, and disappeared behind the makeshift stage.
"A bounty appeared on Jack Henderson, IMG. He's in the loc. 6 Million Credits."
One of her guards radioed.
"S1, move to point, ghost, wait for click. S2, prepare cover fire for extraction if needed."
She quickly replied, only receiving the two clicks of confirmed.
More shots were heard.
"Dagon. End it."
Silver's voice croaked on the radio.
Dagon unsheathed her gun, and prepared to move in.
With a thumb move, she clicked the radio once.
And six men alongside with herself appeared in the midst of the whole brawl, guns trailed on any subject that presented danger.
"Good evening. Anyone moves, dies."
Dagon said with her Bretonian accent.
She looked at one of the downed men, and leaned to check for his vitals.
None.
Her eyes trailed the crowd that was surrounding. She tapped her radio.
"Lady Silver. All clear."
Silver, that was now smoking, grabbed her own gun, aimed at a far off end of the marketplace and squeezed the trigger, as the smoke left her lips.
The shot broke Tobi's glass and managed to wet his pants.
"If you're done trying to arrange a full frackin' battle royale in here, i think we can proceed with business."
Silver holstered the gun and inhaled for some good seconds.
"Now where's that bish? I'm gettin' tired with the waitin'."
When the Bretonian woman and her commandos popped in, Izzy let the stiletto drop. It took a moment to hit the ground, giving Izzy time to sigh. It clanged on the floor rather loudly, causing Dagon and her commandos to point at her. Izzy stayed still, then blinked.
"Yeah, uh, I dropped my knife to not be the most threatening person here. So, if you'd, ya'know, not shoot me, I'll gladly avoid causing trouble."
Izzy mentally sighed, relaxing. The only movement was from her blinks and chest lightly going up and down with her breathing. No need to cause these guys to have a reason to shoot. Last thing she needed was to get shot again.
Zod sat there in a chair at some point in the room. He has been there most of the time, but was overlooked. He didn't mind, as he was sleeping. He waits for the answer. He waited for Mom's crew to say something. He waited.
Uncle Pete was amused by what was happening around him.
He said: ''Remember what happened to the last station I've fought in?!'',
and loaded his personal sidearm: