Ken Blast!'s Story

It was a busy day, locals and tourists alike were ordering drinks and other consumables non-stop. It would also seem a group of people was talking about some business about an empire and some mercenaries, but either way nothing too out of the ordinary in this place. As it would seem, things were going about the usual.

Then, a man in a brown button up shirt stumbled through the door. The steel crosses on his bandaged arms glistening in the light. He stumbled for a few steps before collapsing on his hands and knees. He looked down for about four seconds before looking up. When he looked up he rasped out the word "Water!!" before lowering his head again.

And just like that, things were...still the same, really.

Gabrielle glanced up from behind the bar the moment the male dropped to his hands and knees. She just shrugged and glanced at the bartender as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Deciding to help out, the brunette took the glass and slid to her feet, moving around to where the stranger was currently at. Kneeling beside him, the eighteen-year-old offered the fluid, wondering what had made him so thirsty.

"You know, people don't generally come into a bar for water." Gabby breathed out, studying him closely to make sure he didn't try anything. She was on-guard more than normal thanks to her kidnapping, but she supposed it was for the best since things tended to happen in Gambit's at any given moment. Speaking of things happening, where the hell did her newly hired body-guard go?

Ken Blast!, upon being offered the liquid, had sprung to his feet and dusted himself off as if he didn't just collapse to the ground and demand water in the hammiest way he could. "Oh, cool, thanks." Ken Blast! said before snatched the water from her grasp. As he drank the water he noticed a few body language cues indicating she was on guard. "Hydration's important, y'know." Ken Blast! said with a cheeky grin.

Ken Blast! set his empty cup on the table before speaking up. "So, are you always this paranoid, or is this special for me?" He asked in an oddly relaxed way. "I was hoping for some of the meaner looking people to show up, I do like a bar fight here and there."

Elanna quietly peered from her seat at the bar at the newcomer, and then she peered at Gabby, briefly before she returned to the person she was originally talking too.

Stepping back when the stranger suddenly jumped to his feet, Gabrielle just arched a brow when he snatched the glass from her hand. She just shrugged a little, not quite sure if this dude was all there in the head and took that moment to glance around the room, glad that things were calm. Sure, at any given moment the bar could and probably would erupt in absolute chaos, but the brunette was used to it by now. "Yes, hydration is important." As he sat the empty glass down on the table, the bartender walked by and grabbed it, heading around to pick up any empty glasses or plates, trying to keep the bar tidy. Gabby watched him a few minutes before returning her attention to the inquisitive male.

"I am not paranoid. I am on my guard, as everyone should be in this place. As for fighting in this bar, it happens from time to time and then the fighters get booted out into the streets." She shrugged just a little, stretching out her slender body before turning to head back behind the bar.

Ken Blast! shrugged before sitting down. "Wouldn't be the first time." He said off-handedly. "And you wouldn't need to be 'on guard' if you knew how to fight." He said with an air of assumption in his voice.

Elanna quietly turned her attention back again to the newcomer. She was just within earshot and could hear his eagerness for a fight. Slowly, the woman's slender fingers moved towards the disruptor pistol securely holstered within the polished leather sam browne belt she was wearing.

Her left hand moved to her drink, and she took another sip, her eyes fixated now on Ken Blast! and Gabrielle.

She shifted slightly, her uniform letting her stand out, rank pins, and combat insignia glinted in the bar light, as the woman's lips met her drink.

Ken Blast! started to scan the room with his eyes and unusually reflective sun glasses in an attempt for find any contenders. During this scanning period, he noticed a woman staring him down with one of her hands by her side. He decided to indulge for a bit and have a staring contest of sorts with her. After about three minutes of this, he scooted backwards in his chair. In what seemed like a flash second, he was already pulling out a chair right across from her. "Hey, there! Y'mind if I sit here with ya?" He asked, not really caring about her answer and sat down anyways.

The crosses on his forearms started glistening, one would be right in mistaking them for having a slight glow. "Listen, I'm here for people looking for a fight. Judging by your entire...everything, you're not looking for a fight. So for the safety of yourself, I'd take your hands right off whatever it is you're clinging to. My fighting style isn't just sick and tight, it's also mega gnarly." He said, his words almost seeping with cockiness.

"You know, assuming things makes an ass out of you. I can fight, but unlike my sister and father, I choose not to fight." Gabrielle retorted as she took a seat once again behind the bar counter, leaning a bit on it as her gaze shifted towards the stranger and then the female, noting the uniform and insignia. Aschen... of friggen course. Glaring, unable to help it, the teenager just kept her mouth shut, unable to keep her eyes from rolling when the male took a seat across from the Aschen.

"If you plan on fighting or doing any shooting, please exit the bar or I'll have my bodyguard help you leave." Gabby warned them both, knowing that this dude and the Aschen were definitely a dangerous mixture. "The Aschen have no jurisdiction in this bar, keep that in mind." She added, wanting to make it clear just what was expected out of all patrons.

"For your safety, you'll leave me in peace." Elanna quipped cooly, and then she cast her gaze over to Gabby.

"I have no intention of starting trouble, but I will protect myself." She said, turning back to the man now sitting across from her.

"There would be severe repercussions for starting something here, and while I have no idea what nonsense you just spouted, you would do well to leave." She warned, her thumb moving to a small switch on the side of her weapon, a distinct and shrill whine began to emanate from the holstered weapon.

Hearing the whine of her firearm, Ken Blast! let out a deep sigh, before a cocky grin scrawled across his face. "Can't say I didn't warn ya." He said before suddenly sliding under the table, his foot colliding with her shin. While under the table, Ken Blast! kicked the table on its side and shoulder bashed it into the officer. "Man, I do not envy you. You're about to feel the genuine Ken Blast! experience." Ken Blast! said with an air of confidence in his voice. As he said this, a faint light was emanating from his bandaged forearms, causing his crosses to shine even brighter.

As the table was on its side and, for the time being, on the officer, he started to strike it repeatedly, each strike faster and stronger in force than the last. He then winded up his fist to look as if he was going for the finishing blow, before he suddenly walked away. As he was walking away, he turned back to her and slide kicked into the table, causing it to shatter, splintered wood flying everywhere. "This may be a bit off topic, but what even is Aschen? Is that like a space Nazi or something?" Ken Blast! asked, his arrogance shining through.

Hearing the fighting erupt, a woman dressed in a religious habit colored black complete with a scapular colored a maroon color and a black veil and mantle stood up from her booth she was sitting at. Turning to face Ken Blast! and Elanna, she began walking forward with her eyes closed, moving towards the two fighters.

Unknown Trinity. Forgive these foolish souls their combative spirits. Allow them to be rested in the wake of my intervention on your behalf.

The woman then called out to them, to one, in particular, still keeping her eyes closed.

Ken Blast!. Your quarrel with the military officer is now finished. If you desire a further fight, know the Trinity has deemed you... acceptable. I will make sure your confession of defeat is heard by all.

The women followed up on the clearly taunting comment by adopting a peculiar fighting stance. It was one that had her stand pigeon-toed, with her thighs loosening and squeezing towards each other, as though she was attempting to hold something between them. As her knees bent forward slightly, her back remained straight as an arrow while slightly holding her hips forward. Coupled with the awkward appearing stance was her arm manipulations. She was holding one arm in front of her, bending its elbow and arranging it so that the back of her hand faced Ken Blast!. Her other hand was tucked right behind her elbow, floating just inches from actually touching her arm.

She knew martial arts of her own it seemed, and her eyes opened to reveal maroon colored pupils over a black sclera that focused on Ken's being. She looked deathly serious, even as she was goading the arrogant man into a poor choice of action.

Ken Blast!, obviously startled by this woman's sudden entrance, spun towards her. He took a second or two to process this person whom he deemed a total spaz and her request. He slowly looked at Elanna, tempted to ask "So, is this your friend?" but deemed it too predictable, then looked at Gabby and said: "Seems like you know how to enforce your rules, don't ya?" then looked back at the oddly dressed woman. "Well, hello there, young lady! I don't know if you know this, but the monastery? It's down that way." He said pointing out the door, sarcasm practically soaking his words.

"Besides, it's hardly finished. She hasn't even tapped out yet, so you'll have to wait your turn." Ken added. "Plus, you don't seem like the trustworthy type. If I had to judge a book by its cover, you seem like the kinda person to just steal my soul or something the minute I agree."

Elanna struggled back to her feet after the sudden, unprovoked, and blinding assault that had been unleashed on the small framed woman.

Blood poured from several scrapes on her body from the table, slowly with shaking legs, she steadied herself against one of the intact tables, and spat out a wad of blood.

"That makes you a big man?" She croaked. "Beat up a woman half your size?" She croaked again. "I didn't want any trouble, but you had to cross the line and now you're done!" She cried out, shuffling into a scuffed leather pouch she pulled out a cell phone and clicked the speed dial, pulling the phone to her ear.

"Hello? I need to talk to actual. This is Kapisi Actual.. Admiral Torres.. I'm down in gambits bar and I was just attacked... I need a medic and a security detail..." She croaked again.

"Send whatever you can.. please do it quickly."

She flipped the phone shut and glared at Ken Blast!

"You're done." She said coldly.

The woman closed her eyes and opened them again, her sclera white once more with pupils of blue. Her face turned to a smile.

I cannot steal souls. I'll only accept a tithe from you if you wish to give something to me.

Emily kept her fighting stance and kept her gaze fixed solely on Ken.

Ken Blast! groaned and leaned back a bit, he turned back to Elanna just after he was done talking to "the spaz nun", as he internally dubbed her. "First, the best way to go about making sure people know you mean no harm is to outright say it, not turn on your flashy laser gun and act tough about it or some shit." Ken Blast! hissed at her. "Second, we have a Satan nun literally standing like, what, six feet away from us? I feel like that's the biggest issue here now." He added. "Also you never answered my question, are Aschen basically space Nazi's? Because that's what it sounds like." He asked, yet again.

"Also, Jesus, spaz nun!" Ken Blast! said, directing his attention back to the woman clad in dark religious clothing. "Take a hint! I'm not done yet, she just got done calling her friends! What, did no one teach you a thing or two about patience?!" Ken Blast! barked, almost fed up with the woman obviously trying to goad him into something dangerously stupid.

Patience, you say? You demonstrate none yourself if you take your annoyance out on a military officer minding their own business within a bar. A great show of patience it was that you decided her silly look at your mortal form was worthy of a strength showcase reserved for gladiatorial arenas. A most impressive demonstration of patience, worm. Begone from this place, hypocrite, lest I send you out myself!

Emily held her stance as her voice began distorting towards the end of her statement. Then she closed her eyes and scowled. The reverb was quite intense in the distortion.

"let him stay, at least it'll save my people from hunting him down." Elanna quipped, still steadying herself.

"You're going to hang for this."

Ken Blast! tilted his head. "Back up, annoyance?" Ken Blast! asked, still completely unfazed by this woman. "Now, the only person I'm annoyed at, at all, would be you. This military officer basically challenged my... uh, how did you put it? 'gladiatorial strength'? When she flipped her gun on and decided to go 'oeoooouuuhhh loook at meeeee I have a guunnnn and I'm allsooo a space nazzziiii'. I came here for fun, not because I was annoyed at anyone. I thought, y'know, maybe I'd start a bar fight, get kicked out by management, wait about a month, rinse and repeat." Ken Blast! said, still annoyed at this evil nun that stands before him.

"Have I been banned from bars by doing this? Yeah. Have I made some real contender enemies because of this hobby of mine? Oh, definitely." Ken Blast! continued. "Until today, however, I have never met anyone as insufferable, arrogant and persistent as you." Ken Blast! hissed at the woman. "And I know me! So if this was your way into manipulating me into doing some dumb shit, well miss all you've accomplished in doing is interrupt a fight!" Ken Blast! finished off.

However, he knew that the woman wouldn't back down so easily. His forearms started to glow a bit more, however, it wasn't for the officer, it was in case the nun did anything. Which, ironically, was the same thing that Elanna did, though he'd be too arrogant to acknowledge it.

When he heard Elanna coldly remark that he will 'hang', Ken Blast! rolled his eyes under his sunglasses and quipped: "Yeah, that's what they all say, you're not special."

Temper, temper. Such a shame.

Emily held her stance and waited to see what would happen next.