The Ole West

Posted on Fri Mar 6th, 2020 @ 5:15pm by Gunnery Sergeant Odessa "Smoke" Martell & Colonel Anthony "Ironhide" Raynor & Colonel Leslie "Fireball" Isaacs

Mission: Mission 63: Second Nature
Location: Planet Surface - B Kayor
Timeline: 1900Hrs - February 21st, 2392

The sunset on this area of B Kayor had been proceeding for the last few hours and everything planetside looked peaceful from a distance but up close, one could see trouble brewing in various spots.

Things had been going smoothly in Myg's Saloon until Odessa Martel walked in. The fact that she was with two men didn't matter. The other fact that she obviously was somewhat tied to only one of them also didn't matter. Because a group of rather inebriated men, despite the early hour, decided to find out of Orion sex slaves were as creative and imaginative as their legendary stamina could allow. They surrounded her position at the bar and began hurling out offers for sexual favors. Eventually, they pooled their monies in an attempt to garner a collective round of blowjobs.

"Boys, I suggest you go sleep it off," Martel chided them.

"Not until you frinx our frinxing brains out," the most insulted local snarled.

"You do realize that doubling your problem only makes it worse... right?" Martel ventured then sighed, "Let's just say it'd be the shortest frinx in recorded history. I probably wouldn't even get my bra off." she added with a smile.

The man went for his sidearm. Martel sighed softly. "Idiots," she muttered as her boyfriend for the evening. Commander Leslie "Fireball" Isaacs who was easily twice the size of Odessa Martel simply grabbed the man and threw him across the room where he crashed into a table, destroying it and wreaking the night of the half dozen patrols clustered within. "Anyone else wish to solicit my lady's favors?"

And the tavern erupted into violence as two dozen people charged at them all at once. "Okay.. 'ere we go!" as Isaacs smashed his fist into one guy, dropping him then he mashed two more together.

Martel turned as she felt some guy grope her from behind, her temper suddenly fused white-hot as she stomped on the man's foot because of her conversation with Braelynn Di'Tomasso about the nature of slavery came back, she could almost hear her trigger woman's words in her ears as she all but destroyed the man with her fists.

Once he dropped to the deck, she was jumped by another when suddenly the second man with them simply peeled her attacker off of her back and flung him into several others. "Let's go, guys!" Anthony Raynor commented, his first spoken words in over an hour as he began pushing for the door, his fellow wing commander right behind him.

Martel turned as she lashed out with her foot, kicking someone in the head, she hissed at the assembled crowd as her attacker went down.

The fight spilled out into the street. Fireball and Martel kept their weapons holstered or otherwise discreetly hidden, Martel brandished a large piece of wood she had obtained from somewhere.

A loud whistle blew. "Shore patrol." Fireball explained. "Time we were going people." before they simply withdrew into the shadows right before the shore patrol arrived. The three of them beamed up before they were caught so, for now, the three of them escaped getting yelled at.