He tilts his head to the side, thinking. After a moment, he says, "A'right, we'll do things your way. I'll call my boss, see what 'e 'as to say 'bout it. You 'ead in, I'll join you soon."

[Arno, head to the front and keep an eye on them..] Falmok commed, as he reluctantly walked inside. [If they run, tail them at a distance with your jetpack]

Arno jauntily salutes and walks through the bar, "[You may want to untie that Weequay, burc'ya.]"

He heads out of the bar and looks for a way to get a view on the alley in the back without doing something obvious like lighting up his jetpack. He runs out to the sidewalk, then sprints around the neighboring building until he finds a fire escape, then quickly starts scaling the rickety structure in an attempt to reach the roof.

While he's still climbing up to the roof, the Klatooinian walks back into the bar. "Boss says it's okay, I'll wait for your buddies." He sits at a table and starts fiddling with his blaster pistol.

Falmok heads behind the bar and unties the manager. Round of drinks for our guests my good man.. Make them strong...

The Human nods and turns to start pulling bottles off the wall. After a minute he brings over the drinks and plunks them down on the table. The Weequay swipes his up immediately and starts downing it, but the Klatooinian is a bit more cautious. He eyes Falmok and the bartender suspiciously, then takes an experimental swig.

Now up on the roof, Arno crawls over to the edge of the building and surreptitiously glances over at the men down below. Two of the goons are just standing around, a third is in the backseat with Kymber, and then there's a fourth in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarra. "[I've got eyes on the chakaare, don't look to be going anywhere.]" Arno murmurs over comms. "[Going to keep watching.]"

The Klatooinian swills his glass and looks at Falmok. The Weequay is still enjoying his drink, but keeps his distance from Falmok, cautious. The Klatooinian takes another swig and says, "Where's yer other friend? The jerish one."

Hmm? Oh, he's providing added security, we wouldn't want someone rescuing the Bothan, would we?

The man squints at Falmok, "No... no we wouldn't. Jus' make sure you and yer pals keep your mitts off 'til we've made our deal."

He takes another large swig of his drink, sighing deeply. He picks his blaster pistol off the table and holsters it, seemingly more at ease. He looks around, spotting a dartboard and a small, framed portrait of Gorka. Glancing to Falmok, he says, "Betcha ten creds I c'n skewer that Hutt better th'n you. But don't wanna damage the walls 'f this place, we'll be usin' it soon." He chuckles and walks over to the wall, hanging it over the datboard and stepping back. "Whatcha say, Mando? Some sport whal we wait for yer pals?"

Hmm, considering we took out Gorka.. Falmok shrugged. Sure..

He takes another knife out of his belt and tosses it on the table by Falmok, then turns towards the dartboard. "Right in his fat face's nose. Closest shot wins." he says.

He flicks it overhand and it sticks right next to the Hutt's left nostril. "Heh. Not bad."

The Weequay takes a swig from his second mug and steps up, pulling a similar knife out of his belt and flicking it at the portrait. His knife lands solidly in the Hutt's stomach, but nowhere near the nose. He grunts in disgust and the Klatooinian laughs. "Your turn, Mando."

Falmok hefts the knife, finding the balance and flicks it toward the picture. The blade impacting next to the Klatooinian's and closer to the center of the Hutts' nose. Hmm, Falmok snorts in satisfaction. I think I win..

The two gangsters grunt in disgust and fork over the credits. The Klatooinian is about to suggest another bet when everyone hears blaster fire.

"Da kriff!?"

Arno's voice comes over Vhal's comm, "[Two speeders just pulled up, they killed the Sun guys, do I engage? DO I ENGAGE?]"

[If they aren't Sun, shoot, I'm on my way..] Falmok looks to the Black Sun representative. Your men are being ambushed, wait here! Falmok ran for the rear door. [How many ner'vod?]

"[Ten, plus the drivers, they're making for the speeder. I can't tell, they could be Xin's! Do I engage!?]"

The Klatooinian whirls around, "To 'ell with that!" He grabs his pistol and starts running after Falmok.

[Take them out, secure Kymber!!] Falmok calls back. [If you can get her, do it.]

"[OYA!]" Arno's yell comes over the comm.

He stands up and primes his jetpack, launching into the air as one of the goons shoots the Black Sun driver through the driver's side window. Arno lines up his shots and fires twice, sending each bolt through two of the gangsters. His primary weapons spent, he quickly holsters them and primes the dart launchers in his vambraces as he tries to gain altitude, ready to swoop back down again and pick off some more.

The comm chatter from Falmok and Arno was making Cade uneasy. He grabbed the driver by the shirt collar and yelled in his ear. Get out, move!! Kar'ika...

On it!! Kara squirmed her way passed the driver and shoved the accelerator to the floor.

The Sullustan chatters angrily in Sullustese, but quickly complies, trying his best to avoid an accident as he shifts over and the female Mandalorian scrambles over into the front seat.

As Kara takes the wheel and slams down the accelerator, his eyes bug out and he squeals as she swerves around a large speeder truck, narrowly missing a smaller landspeeder just beside it. He grabs onto his oversized hat with both hands, pulling it down over his eyes and moaning.

Falmok raced to the rear door and charging through with a roar. He lined up a shot at two gunmen and open fires, taking them both down.

One of the gangsters dashes for the speeder with Kymber, scrambling into the driver's seat and starting the engine as the remaining four gunmen scatter. They fire at Falmok and land a couple light hits, then jump into the other speeders as they start to pull out.

The Klatooinian catches up to Falmok and fires a couple ineffectual shots at the speeder as it starts to pull out, swearing as he does so.

Arno swoops down in front of the speeder and fires a pair of darts from his vambrace, straight through the vehicle's front grill.

Falmok took careful aim at the faint image of the driver through the rear window of the speeder, taking a deep breath, he squeezed the trigger. The bolts raced to the speeder, burning through the glass and into the driver. As the driver slumped over, his foot slipped off the accelerator, causing the speeder to loose momentum and slow to a crawl. [Driver is down, let's secure Kymber before some chakaare get any ideas..]

[Hang on vod'ika, Kara's voice called, we're almost there.. Just make sure you don't loose the paycheck.] Kara weaved through the traffic, honking the horn to get a pesky driver to either speed up, or to get out of the way.

Cade watched the other driver swerve, almost crashing into another vehicle, We may have to get the little thief to Solus so we can collect our credits and get off this mud-ball..

The man in the backseat shoves the body of the driver aside as he scrambles into the driver's seat, trying to take control of the vehicle himself, while the repulsors fluctuate under a barrage from the Klatooinian's heavy blaster pistol.

Trying to stop the man from leaving with their prize, Arno fires another pair of darts at the driver. They leave spiderweb cracks in the windshield and embed in the driver's torso, but only barely make it through his thick clothing.