Looking to the right, down another open corridor of shops and 
merchant storage facilities Grr sees Legionaire Dorn with Akahi over 
his shoulder moving away from the bar with difficulty.  The 3m Osakar 
is burdensome and difficult for the human to handle with any speed.  
He stops a few meters away at a corner and props Akahi up and begins 
to look over the Alien's injuries.  He looks back to the bar once in 
a while, but continues assisting the lizard. 
     [wwwWWHHHHHRRRRrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm] 
     Grr turns back to SPAC-IKs when the familiar whine of stun sticks 
being activated reaches his sharp ears.  The fighting has begun to die 
out and the arrival of security forces has sent many of the combatants 
scampering in order to distance themselves from the tumult.
     Looking straight down the corridor he is in, Grr notes another 
two security teams in the distance running in his direction.  He begins 
to run toward the bar, bag still in hand, heading for a broken out 
window that several beings had exited from sometime earlier.
     Dropping the bag by this make-shift entrance on the side of bar, 
Grr enters the dim club.  At the far end he notes the five station 
security Yazarians struggling to subdue an orange suited Yazarian and 
two Humans.  One black and white clad Yazarian is already sprawled out 
on the floor, apparently unconscious - or worse.
     "Grrr..." snarls Galofree.  "What have we here?"
     A Yazarian in the uniform of the KNEIS-ENAU is being 
pummeled by a blue uniformed Yazarian of The Family.  Grr does not recognize 
the Hentz clan patch on the sleeve cuff, but he takes action with lightning 
speed anyway.  
     In his best Legion DI voice, Grr says, "Ho there, boyo... We'll be 
having none'o that ..."[wham!]
     Jumping forward quickly, he lands a series of front kicks to the 
startled Yazarian's mid-section.  Immediately before his opponent can 
recover, he lands a blow to the back of his head rendering the monkey 
unconscious.  The space fleet uniformed Yazarian  waves a quick salute 
and moves to assist a shipmate.  
     Grr moves into the main section of the bar and sees Legionaires 
Didtz-Ik and Arimos.  Didtz-Ik is pulling Arimos up on his back and 
heading toward him.  From the looks of things, the bug has had a rough 
go of it.  He still seemed dazed and confused.
     Hopping over two Dralasites wrestling and beating one another on 
the floor, Grr moves the few remaining meters to assist the bug.  
Didtz-Ik does not appear to recognize him, but he allows Grr to get him 
out of the club.
     On the way out, Grr reaches down by the window and grabs his things.  
They move, if unsteadily, quickly over to Dorn and the unconscious Akahi.
     It does not even appear that the group has really noticed Grr's arrival.  
Somewhere along the bumpy ride to this quiet spot, Legionaire Arimos had 
regained consciousness.  Ayal, did he look bad.  Didtz-Ik didn't look much 
better thought Grr.
     Grr started to head back to the club for some fun, but midway there 
he noticed the other security teams entering the fray.  They were not 
playing around either.  Several beings were subdued with multiple officers 
using multiple strokes with the stun sticks.
     Already, the station's medical teams and casualty transport units 
were arriving on scene.  Turning around, Grr noted that the troop was 
looking over wounds and discussing options.
     At this point, Grr felt his chronocomm vibrate.
     "Guess who that is?" said Grr.
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The team really hasn't noticed your arrival.  They are busy looking over 
their wounds.  You still have your bag of gear, but nothing else.  What 
will you do?