Froz City

*It had taken several hours to track the ship that had shot through orbit and nearly decimated half of the city with traffic issues. Seven were dead and forty were injured by this flight jock's exploits. The uniforms of the Corellian Security Branch on Froz spread out to cover the ship and discover if any defenses were operational, or if the owner was aboard. Lucy had some explaining to do.

Captain Logan glanced at the ship with a sense of disgust, then made his way to the closest bar. It was the likeliest place for a degenerate scumbag to go.*

*The Dancing Bantha was lit up for the evening's exploits with miners planet side blowing hard earned cash on the fast life. Death Sticks, cigarras, spice, you name it, someone had found a way to smuggle it into this little section of the core for the miners to enjoy. It was a hard life to work, they needed the down time. At least the young ones. The older men sat huddled in corners of the Dancing Bantha playing sabacc and muttering bitterly about their wives or hungry mouths to feed.

Hours ago, a loud mouth had come into the bar demanding drinks. It was a new guy, not the regular clientele seen on the docks. Visitors found their way into the city proper rather than sticking around out here.*

*Logan made his way to the bar where the boisterous loud mouth continued to cause problem for the harassed looking Mirialan serving drinks to the locals. Her violet eyes seemed to say "get this damned fool out of my pub." If he could, Fark would be more than happy to oblige the woman.

Logan reached out and tapped the man on the left shoulder, light but with enough force to get someone's attention.*



*Silence fell across the pub. Those load lifters were what made mining a doable job in these parts. Drunken ears perked up all over the bar from several dozen different species.*

*Alex had felt that tap on so many other worlds, some he couldn't even remember, some he did with his alcohol induced memory, which brought up memories of things best not remembered, which happened to be why he had taken up drinking in the first place. Anyways, he knew that tap as the party-ender. He immediately went to the blaster....that wasn't there. A look of utter confusion came across the man's face, so he went for the knife in his jacket, followed by several other hiding places, which had already been used before, the weapons taken. Alex instead used the best weapon that a drunken man thought he had in his arsenal; a hug to the nearest person, which happened to be the Captain tapping him, and began babbling and spinning complete BS.*

"Thank god that you've come! He was everywhere! Flying like a maniac. I had no choice but to come here to regale the stories of what I witnessed to these fine patrons! The horror of the skies aren't horrible anymore, they're oh so boring, don't you see? It's like this; I was minding my own business, flying and all these people just happened to be in my way so I did my best to avoid them in a adrenaline inducing way, which didn't really work. So after I landed, completely disregarding how those.....Pardon....*Alex knocked back another shot of Corellian Whiskey*....Where was I? Oh yes....He did it!."

*Alex pointed to a random spot in the bar, which happened to be a mirror, reflecting back at himself.*

*While a hug was the last thing the CorSec officer was expecting, Logan certainly was not going to let this moment of touchy-feely intimacy last. With flat palms, Logan made a gesture to push back against the drunk's chest so that the inebriated man might be forced back onto the stool, or onto the floor and not exhaling the foul excrement of his breath into Logan's face.*

*Taking the man's babbling as confession, Logan reached around for his stun cuffs. To say the man was going into custody was an understatement. Other officers were beginning to make their way into the bar now to offer backup against the perp, or keep the citizens from starting any new grievance.*

*Logan held the cuffs ready, but behind his back, in one hand before using them. The perp might still cause some trouble, especially if he caught sight of the stun cuffs as drunks so often do.* "Look bub, we're going to have to cut you off. You won't leave any for these fine ladies and gents if you keep up on the whiskey." *Logan made a gesture to a couple of uniforms to help the gentleman to his feet, whether he made it to the stool or to the floor.*

*Alex rubbed his face as he plopped down on the stool, eyeballing the man's arm behind his back. Even in his current state, Alex knew he had cuffs ready. Even without weapons, which had somehow been taken by the patrons of the bar. He was trained to get out of situations like this, or to fight to the death. A dozen options opened up in Alex's head on how to turn immediate objects into weapons to put distance between himself and this man of the law. The effect of preparing for a fight was a little sobering, but not enough to help Alex think clearly enough as to find a way out of this situation. He expected to get caught actually.

It started with a waitress....

As the droid 'waitress' came by Alex moved to the side and shoved the droid into Captain Logan, and slid over the bar, and quickly grabbed his weapons from under the counter. He stood back up to his full height with a grenade in his hand. It was a smoke grenade, but the casing was made to look a little like a thermal detonator. He waved it over his head so anyone looking at it couldn't tell what type of grenade it really was.*

"Everyone reach for the sky, like so! This is an escape! I don't want to have to use this thing! Don't test the commitment of a mentally disturbed drunken man! You'll regret it I promise!"

*Alex made a weird face, and sneezed. He dropped the grenade, trying to cover his mouth to avoid spreading germs, and people ran. He cursed and bent over, but it was too late, and the smoke started billowing out. He picked it up and with a smile tossed it over the bar. Not feeling like it was time to leave yet, Alex took the privilege of being behind the bar to get a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself another glass.*

*Logan rolled to the side as the droid came in his immediate direction. The droid warbbled and alarmed as it came at the cop, falling over before it could reestablish the proper equilibrium. Logan crouched on the floor with his blaster in hand and aimed at the perp, stun cuffs in the other hand and dangling down. What do you know, over reaction, he thought as he attempted to stand from his crouch.*

*Behind the bar, the bartender was being very attentive to the conversation between belligerent drunk and inspector. In her hand was a very heavy bottle of Han Solo Rum, still full, and about to preform an unfortunate but all together necessary task.*

*As the man comes over the bar, just having shoved one of the working droids into the Captain, the bar tender takes her bottle of the precious spirit and smashes it downward and across the back of the man's head with enough force to break the rum bottle and, if physics work as they should, his head open.

Should the tactic of rum rammer not succeed. The backup have already taken aim at the perpetrator as he leans over the bar. Seven men stand ready with blasters to shoot him if he feels so inclined to move.*

*Alex hears glass hit the floor and realizes that it was coming from behind his head. The pain wouldn't come for a few seconds after he realized he'd been struck by the bartender. Then the pain came, followed by stumbling, followed by cursing. Alex looked up to see a very angry woman.*

The bartender...I forgot about the bartender....crap.

*Alex put his hand to the back of his and brought back blood, but he was far from out. He'd survived death....in a way. A blow to the head was nothing. Unfortunately it was something, and he got up, bottle in hand, and slumped over the bar, unconscious. The snoring began soon after, followed by the kicking.*

*Logan, with the rest of the arresting officers made their way to the unconscious man. Men around the bar had gotten to their feet ready for action, so several of the officers flanked to the sides to try and maintain some semblance of order.

Logan and one of the other larger CorSec officers cuffed the man. Logan gave a look of thanks to the bartender, but this would definitely cause some legal issues for her and probably the CorSec officers if the man decided to press charges against her upon regaining consciousness.

They were on there way to the hospital now where some nurse or other would slap a bacta patch on the back of the man's head and they would wait for him to wake up to read him his rights.*

*Alex slept soundly in his unconscious state the whole way to the hospital, even through any bumpy 'rides.' His subconscious, in his unconscious state, brought forth bad memories. Memories of his old home. Of ships exploding in Orbit, and the view from the Porthole of his own little heaven as he ran from it.

Alex sat straight up the same nanosecond that he woke up. He still had his clothes, so they hadn't stripped him. His head felt fine besides the hangover, but his metabolism would take care of all that within a few hours. He looked around and saw no one in the room. He was lying in a bed, handcuffed. He tugged at the cuffs but they were of course too well made for him. Of course that didn't account for the bed. He tried to break the bed, but it was one solid chunk of metal. He cursed.*

Osik.....of course it is.

*Alex sighed. Oh well. He'd gotten caught just like he planned, and while he didn't remember exactly how the night had gone, this planet wasn't as boring as he thought...at least when he got to it. He could stay here for a while. He tugged at the cuffs lightly to make enough noise to let everyone know he was awake if they didn't already.*