"Well, I was hoping for a challenge." He responded dryly as he quickly drew both his own pistols. There was silence...the calm before the storm as everyone dared each other to fire, and yet no response. Sektor looked about slowly, his expression hidden beneath the face-less visor of his mask. He kept his posture ready, stabilizing his balance in preparation for the massive firefight that was about to ensue. 

"Well? Not everyone at once now. Who wants to go first?" He hissed. As if in response, one of the large Gamorreans, one who felt himself better than the others charged in; his club swinging down with the force of his momentum. 

Sektor barely had enough time to jump back, the large club creating a moderately sized hole in the ground. The pig was subsequently met with three bullets in his large head, toppling down like a sack of feed as the life fled from him. 

That was the catalyst: everyone began shooting at one another, though all had their blasters aimed for the two hunters - and one smuggler. 

Sektor wasted no time in continuing the firefight, using a mixture of his own speed and agility, coupled with mild thrusters on his jetpack to practically dart around the small cantina, firing off in every direction. 

One of the Aqualish thugs clutched at his smoking chest, riddled with burning holes before falling with a deep, throaty noise that sounded like both a roar and a gurgle at the same time. 

The Gamorreans began attacking the other patrons in order to have a chance at the escaped prisoners themselves, causing even more confusion as to who was firing at [i]who[/i].