[center] [h1] [color=cyan] Cel O` Royal [/color] [/h1] [/center] 

Cel continued to walk down the road as she sang to herself and dodged person after person who was walking the other way until she stopped taking out the listening devices in her ear and her eyes widened. She was looking in a store and there was a beautiful red dress with a slight slit up the side of the leg. She quickly turned around and walked into the store. She was walking up to the person at the counter. 

[color=Cyan] "Yes, I need to know how much that dress in the window is, and do you have any in my size? [/color] 

The man at the counter spoke some form of native Mandalorian. Cel would nod before raising an eyebrow. [color=cyan] "Founding day be damned, 6000 credits is insane for a dress..... fine... I'll take it." [/color]

Cel would walk out of that store a few hours later this time in a red dress that went down to just past her knees and a small slit up the side of it as she continued back towards the center of town. As she walked she decided to walk through a back alley, a path she knew was a shortcut and there would surely be fewer people. She would continue humming as she walked gingerly past a few guys who seemed to catch her walking by and eyed her up and down. [I] " Both human, chances of being a threat, 30% based on looks and their sneers [/i] she thought to herself as she continued to move. It only was a few more steps before she heard a whistle in front of her as two Zabraks and a rather large Besalisk stood in front of her. It took not even a second to glance at them [I] 90% chance of danger [/i] her head shouted. She didn't even talk to them or stare at them for more than a fraction of a second before she turned around only to see the other two humans blocking her way. [color=cyan] "No, the odds were in my favor!" [/color] she grumbled as one of the humans gave her a strange look like he didn't understand what she was talking about. 

"Listen, lady, the odds are still in your favor. We are just here for your protection! It's just gonna cost everything on you for us to let you through, you never know what's gonna happen here on Mandalore. Lots of imperials around, after all, I'm sure one of them may just try to mug you. Better we keep your stuff for safekeeping." said one of the Zabraks 

[color=cyan] "You can take your protection and shove it up your ass you should know that founding day is like the worse day to even try and commit a crime." [/color] Cel would say as her head ran through the numbers and she nodded confirming that it was in fact true. About 75% of crime ended in some type of death on founding day. Probably because the mix of different jurisdictions and people made for the worst combinations.

"Oh man." the Besalisk said. "Biff are you going to just take that? I mean we are trying to do her a favor." 

"Right you are Trex" He would slowly walk up to Cel. Cel's eyes darted above and all over the place as she was calculating the best move to make to get out of this. She could feel her heart racing, she knew there was one way out but that was no guarantee either. She watched as the Zabrak pulled out a gun and smiled at her. "That's okay though, because she looks like she's pretty loaded, so it should be pretty obvious, your things, or your life." Cel bit her lip and her hands began to feel a bit clammy. She wished it was that simple, but chances were that if she saw their faces they weren't going to let her live, although if that was the case they could have just shot her already. Her brain was moving a thousand miles a minute at this point as she was trying to figure out the different odds the Zabrax looked at her confused as she wasn't responding. "HEY! I'm talking to you!" he yelled at her, "Do you want to die!?" he started to obviously get agitated.

She looked up at him for a moment, she seemed to lose her own temper as her eyes narrowed, [color=cyan] "Listen, you filthy little man. I find it remarkable that you persist in entertaining the idea of deploying that firearm against me while seemingly disregarding the profoundly abysmal probability of your success, estimated at a mere 40%. I implore you to reconsider your ill-fated course of action, lest we both suffer irreparable consequences. It would be prudent for us to terminate this utterly futile engagement so that we may proceed on divergent paths, embracing tranquility rather than perpetuating this needless altercation." [/color] in her head she was certain she was right as the man seemed to look at her almost confused. 

"Boss, let's get going, best not to draw too much attention!" Trex said

"Yeah I don't know what this lady just said, but just shoot her!" one of the humans responded.

"Yeah, listen here bitch this is your last chance." He pushed the barrel of the blaster now against her head. "Now make a choice I'll give you to the count of 5 before I blow your fucking brains out!" 

[color=Cyan] "I am Cel O` Royal! One of the supervisors of the Mandalorian transportation department! And YOU- " [/color]

"I don't care who you are!" He would smack her face with the side of the blaster as she stumbled into the wall. "5!" he said as he pushed the blaster once again against her forehead. 

Her hand reached for her vibro-blade for a moment as she heard, "4!" She stopped though, her head had solved the equation, there was an extra variable that she was missing. Her eyes shot up to the sky as she heard the man yell. "3!" It was at this moment that she seemed to have realized he was actually counting. Her eyes finally showed like she caught up to the situation. "2!" the man yelled out and she made her move as she screamed out loud. Loud enough that it made multiple people stop on either end of the alleyway as she ducked and pushed his hand above her head in a mere second as the man fired a blaster in the air, it was loud enough that people were screaming and now even more people were looking in the alleyway as Cel was screaming. And by chance, there was a thud as everyone stopped and turned on one of the streets to see that a Death Watch member had been shot from the back and had fallen onto the street. Everyone went quiet as Trex looked around, "Oh shit! That's not good, that's not good, that's not good!" 

Biff looked at what just happened, "No... I didn't it was... her... she pushed my... I wouldn't... Oh no." He'd say with fear in his voice.