Behind the bar, cleaning the same glass over and over absent mindedly was Atwood himself. He owned the bar, but hardly ever made an appearance. Perhaps the crowd was lucky. Perhaps not. It didn't really matter. They'd find out soon enough.
The Kerns' (Rendi, Tobias, Norfin, Akira) were all gathered in a booth. Tobias and Norfin seemed to be in a heated discussion while Akira poured through a datapad and Rendi just looked genuinely bored. Rendi searched the crowd but found nothing that interested him.
Rage sat at a small table, face propped up with one hand while the other held a half empty bottle of Hoth Freeze.
Occassionally Rage would sip from it but he looked preoccupied as ever. There were others in the bar, but none that Logan could recognize right off the top of his head.
The door swung open, letting in a thick and hot draft. Logan turned his head ever so slowly and looked at the bulky figure framed in the glare. The man stepped in, looking rather angry. He walked up to Jasta and Sho's table and glared down at them.
Jasta looked up. "Greetings sir. How may I help you?" he said in his formal tone.
The man looked down at Jasta and sneered. "You can rot in hell!!"
Jasta snickered and looked up again. "I'm sorry, sir, that's not possible at the moment. I'll let you know when it is. Now shoo!"
The strange man became and enraged and kicked the table over, spilling a nearly empty glass over on Sho. Jasta stood instantly and stared the man dead in the eye. "You have insulted my wife and myself. You will pay, sir." he said, twirling the vibroshiv between his fingers.
"Well what the hell are you gonna do about it?!" the man said, hand playing across a DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol slung across his waist. Jasta looked around at the various clientelle, grinning. "Friend, you are on Triangle turf. I would not advice shooting off your mouth here." Jasta said, eyes fixed on the strange and angry man.
The man laughed humorlessly and made a grab for his blaster. Jasta gripped the shiv tightly and stabbed it through the mans hand, an evil look washing onto his face. Logan, Lobo, the Kerns', Rage, Atwood and Sho immediately stood, backing Jasta.
Lobo had his E-11 aimed neatly at the man's temple. Logan had his Plasma Rifle slung over his shoulder but aimed it at the man's left kneecap. Sho had a vibroshiv in each hand and the Kerns' all carried DL-44's, which were drawn and aimed at various points on the mans body. Rage carried a rusty Muurian Scimitar, which looked particularly nasty. Atwood casually smashed a bottle over the bar and vaulted it. He brandished the shattered bottled in his right hand.
Logan spoke up. "Tsk, tsk. You should have known Jasta always has Triangle with him." Lobo chuckled and the Kerns' nodded in unison. The man didn't seem to notice, as he was lying on the ground, clutching his right hand. A small pool of blood was gathering under him and the door burst open, revealing the shadows of more men. Logan made a quick count. Eight. Nothing they couldn't handle.
The men charged forward. Logan dropped his Rifle which dangled, which came to rest in a dangling position as it was still slung over his shoulder. Lobo was in a fist fight with one man while another snuck up behind him. Logan somersaulted over, grabbed a chair and reeled back, gathering strength. With a loud noise the chair splintered over the mans head and he fell silent to the ground. Jasta was involved in thorougly teaching two of the men a lesson, while the Kerns' quadruple teamed two of the attackers.
Logan turned, his face being raked with a broken bottle. He thudded to the ground, clutching his face and hollering. The unseen attacker loomed over him, blood dripping from the jagged glass. Logan clutched his face and looked up as the man made an attempt to thrust the bottle through his heart. He laughed humorlessly and threw his right foot at the attackers groin. He made a strange and low moan as he collapsed against the ground.
Logan stood and delivered a punishing kick to the fallen foes ribs and smiled. "Oh, that's a shame," he remarked snidely as he jammed a Plasma Rifle in the mans gut and turned his head. His finger eased over the trigger and a loud, sickening splat was heard. Logan jerked his head back as drops of blood spattered his shaven face.
DeKoma dropped the rifle and grinned as a man with no weapons came at him. Logan bowed and the man made an attempt to kick him in the face. On reflex, Logan grabbed the mans foot and sent him to the floor with a satisfying thud. The man stood, enraged, and made a mad dash for Logan. Logan merely stepped once to the right and clotheslined his unthinking attacker who dropped to the ground, unconscious.
Norfin hollered and dropped to the floor, a thin blade stuck into his stomach. Rendi grabbed him quickly and ran out of the bar, protecting his fallen brother as best he could. Tobias and Akira stood back-to-back, dropping all foes who came within range of the brothers.
Sho sat and watched the whole thing, amused that this all started when a drink was spilled on her. Jasta fought the man whom he had stabbed earlier. Jasta seemed to be winning, as usual.
Lobo hoisted his attacker over his shoulders and made for a window. He grinned and reeled back, tossing the man through the glass with all his power. The glass shattered easily and the man hit the ground, making a low moan and then collapsing unconscious. Lobo dusted his hands off and sat down, noticing all the attackers had perished or were rather close to it.
Logan forced back vomit and looked around, blood streaming down his face and neck, staining his shirt. His vision suddenly blurred and he looked around shakily. All eyes turned to him.
"What is wrong, Logan DeKoma?" Jasta asked, brushing dirt away from his pants.
"I... I don't think this is a good sign" he managed to stammer and he twisted and dropped onto a table, flipping it over on top of him. Lobo and Jasta rushed to their friend, Lobo tripping and landing on his knees, which caused him to skid to Logan's side. A pool of blood gathered under Logan's face and he made low gurgling noises, which were not a good sign at all. Jasta slid his hands under Logan's arms while Lobo grabbed his feet.
They lifted him onto the bar, blood dripping from the seven inch gash that went from his eye down to his chin. Atwood gaped and ran to the 'fresher. Sounds of low vomiting could be heard and he came staggering back out, wiping his mouth. Lobo touched the wound on Logan's face lightly. Logan winced and yelped unconsciously.
"Oh boy..." Lobo said, as he looked at the cut from several angles.
"Indeed" Jasta said as he pulled a medkit out from his backpack. He pulled several bacta patches and slapped them onto Logan's face. The bleeding stopped and Logan drifted into a near comatose state.
"Think nothing of it, Logan DeKoma." Jasta said, waving abstractly. "For a friend, anything." he said, as he extended a hand to Logan. Logan laughed and shook Jasta's hand.
Lobo stood, followed by Jasta and they both said they had to be leaving and promptly exited the room. Logan turned to Leia and saluted meakly. "Hello Chief-of-state Solo" he said as he rested his head against the pillow.
"Stop getting into fights!" she said, jokingly as she sat on the edge of the bed. Jaina seemed to be feeling awkward about the situation and leaned on the doorjamb, arms folded across her chest. Logan smiled at her and she smiled back, nervously. Leia and Logan ran through the story once and talked a few moments after that and then Jaina and Leia left, having to attend to business.
Logan slumped his head back on the pillow and grinned. Perhaps he'd be seeing more of Jaina Solo. Then he thought his main concern should be to stay alive. He touched the long gash on his face and winced. What a day.