Previously: Menagerie: An Oasis
Tariq ducked the chair, that was flying across the bar towards him, but failed to see the knee from the hog teamster. His head rocked back smacking hard into the bar causing him to see stars out of his one good eye. His cyber-eye worked just fine which is why Tariq was able to deliver a wicked right cross to the teamster knocking him back. Tariq shook his head to clear the stars and started looking for that teamster or his friends.
Three hog teamsters in their trademark dark blue uniforms piled on top of Moe before he could get up from his chair landing punches and kicks all over his body. The bar table collapsed showering everyone nearby with alcohol, and bits of wood and glass. Hobbs stepped away from the table, tripping a rushing teamster, downed his drink and then grabbed one of the hogs on Moe. The hog let out a squeal of surprise as Hobbs lifted him up by the neck and tossed him over a nearby table, which collapsed upon impact. With a roar, Moe stood up tossing the other teamsters and parts of the chair off of him.
The bar was emptying fast as patrons did not want to get caught up in the brawl and the inevitable arrival of the station guards. Moe and Hobbs were brawling with four hog teamsters trading blows, although from the look of the teamsters they were getting the worse of the trade. With a vicious kick to the groin Tariq put down another hog. The hog’s squeals could be heard over the brawl and people fleeing. Tariq strode across the bar pushing people out of the way trying to reach the one person who he was positive had the information they needed. The hog boss was just about to exit the bar when Tariq grabbed him by the back of his uniform pulling him off of his feet.
Station guards arrived promptly, immediately establishing a cordon that people were quickly sorted through. Moe and Hobbs knocked the remaining hogs out as the station guards were clearing out the crowd. They spotted Tariq and the hog boss sitting in a booth and joined him in the booth. The hog boss looked very nervous, but was pinned into his seat by Tariq one on end and Moe on the other. Hobbs sat down across from him.
“Now do you want to tell us what we want to know,” Tariq growled?
“Sure,” the hog boss squealed, “why not?” He looked around the empty bar and could see his men sprawled out.
“Where is the pod,” Hobbs snarled leaning over the table putting him almost snout to snout with the hog boss?
“Docking bay 14 on the lower deck. Can I go now?”
Four station guards stepped up to the table looking imposing. Behind them the bar was completely empty. Moe could see the teamsters in restraints being led out of the bar. A guard took a step forward placing a paw on his shock stick on his belt.
“Step out of the booth,” the guard ordered.
“We were just sitting here enjoying a drink,” Moe said softly as he stood up, one of the guards took a step back.
Hobbs slide out of the booth stood next to Moe, and asked in a deep rumble, “Is there a problem officer?”