Luna quickly arrived at Sanjir, and bought herself a quick drink. Nothing of the alcoholic type, as the bartender wouldn't sell a 'little girl' those kinds of drinks. It was orange, looked a bit funny, but it tasted okay. The process of buying and then consuming the drink took three minutes, and she walked out just as fast as she had entered, nodding to Minan as she walked out. Luna wanted to get a drink, a good one, so she set off to find a decent shop (as it seemed bars would not sell her anything good).

En route to another shop, she got wary glances, however these glances were more than what she had originally been receiving. Some of these ones were of fear, others were of anger. Luna had been okay with the first stares she got, however these ones were making [i]her[/i] wary. Feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket, she withdrew it, and her eyes widened a fraction when she saw what was on the screen, and heard what was coming from her phone. [i]Nobody is going to serve me a drink now if I'm on a damn wanted poster.[/i] She looked up from her phone to see two men, dressed all security-like, looking like they were on sentry. Quickly, Luna turned on her heel, and walked the opposite direction, her heart beating faster. One thought danced through her head; I danee ot tage kabac ot eth pashi.

[i]I need to get back to the ship.[/i]

Luna had to turn a corner as one of the security men behind her saw a white tail and the fur at the back of a pair of canine ears. "Damn it," She mutters, as she turns into an alley in order to avoid another pair of men. Another buzz in her pocket, and she withdrew her phone for the second time. An emergency meeting alert? Luna quickly attempts to text a reply, but suddenly squeals as her hair is grabbed. She drops her phone, which lands on the ground and sends the partially typed message; '[i]Can't come, being follo[/i]'.
Luna's hand darts for her clicker, which quickly delves into the stomach of whatever or whoever grabbed her. 

The second her hair is let go of, she darts forward (taking her clicker with her), hearing the shouts of several more men following her. "[i]Bastards[/i]." She says, barging into a doorway, and slamming the door closed behind her. A quick look around the room gave her the discovery that the room seemed to be some kind of alcohol storage. Ironic, as she had been searching for some alcohol in the first place. She quickly knocks over a table and sets up a chair as cover as the door begins to get kicked in. Diving behind the table as the door bursts open, she fires at the three men who rush into the room. Unfortunately, as she deals with two of them, one flanks her, and gets a shot off. Luckily for Luna, she gets off a shot of her own, a bolt of her light-bow being placed right in the center of his chest. A second one impacted his head, and he was just like his friends; dead.
Unfortunately for Luna, the shot had hit her, however the bad aim of the man had saved her. The shot that he had gotten onto her had grazed her left arm, a large but shallow gash from just above her elbow going to her shoulder. It stinged like the feeling of a million wasps, but she would live. Luna looked at her arm, and felt the black fill her vision as the back of her head hit the floor. Her eyes closed, and she fell into unconsciousness from the shock of her first wound.