Temperatures rising, Ruusaan's armor was scorching under the [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=opVu7nAYULY]desert suns[/url]. You could see heat reflecting off her Mandalorian iron. Again her internal controls were tested under pressure to keep her body cool. The longer they stood here, the easier a target they were to be hunted down by their enemies.

The huntress didn't have time to listen to the stranger's moral speech, she threw a gloved hand up to silence him. [b]"Enough of your preaching, we're [i]going[/i] to Mos Espa, find ourselves a ship, then we'll head to Ryloth to help the old man out. We will get our reward and leave, go our separate ways I don't care what you do. You can walk the desert if you like. Besides I don't even know who you are and what you are doing in this damned desert..."[/b] but before she could finish her sentence she was cut off from blaster-fire.

While the group was distracted, some survivors of the sail barge crew opened fire on them. Teemo's enforcers shot Cor and Arla with stun bolts, effectively taking them out of the fight. The smuggler's droid screamed as he rushed over to his master, but the little droid took several shots to his main droid body sending sparks flying as it fell from electrical overload. A blaster bolt ripped through its prime motivator, smoking as it dropped to the sand. 

[b]"Get down!"[/b] Ruusaan yelled as she dropped to the floor of the skiff as several bolts flew past her head. She pulled B’ura B’an to the floor who had dropped but not enough for cover like the ignorant fool he was. There were at least eight of Teemo's men still out their firing from positions on top of the dunes. The group were sitting wamp-rats out in the open.

[b]"We got to go now!"[/b] Ruu looked over at the Jawa.