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Ruusaan thought about punching the Nabooian in face, but her instinct said reflexes first, there was danger if she didn't act quickly. The Mandalorian dove for cover as bolts sprayed from five active shooters. She thought about using her flamethrower but decided against it, because she couldn't see the Twi'lek slave, and didn't want to harm her... not that she cared, but the Nabooian seemed to since he was firing at their enemies with stun-bolts. Sektor seemed to have no problem flying around the room picking off Teemo's thugs, like she wanted to do; but, the smuggler could prove to be useful in this escape.

It frustrated her that this space-jock was more concerned with saving lives than saving their own lives, but he seemed to have a plan. Biting her lip to help make a decision between setting the whole cantina on fire and following the smuggler. He was pretty attractive, she had to admit, but the whole not-killing wasn't her style. Still she continued to think about him. He was right, they were outgunned and outmatched. It wasn't worth the effort to die in here.

"Fierfek it!" she set her dual pistols on stun and sent bright flashes of blue light of the stun-bolts at their enemies. Ruusaan dropped the Devaronian and Kubazian with her steady trigger-squeeze before they could return fire, but the three remaining angry patrons fired a volley back; which Ruusaan had to be light on her feet to evade. Diving over the bartop as blaster bolts shattered bottles of various booze and ale, the Mandalorian found temporary cover. Like a cat she crouched in a ready position to pounce. She was not going to die, not today.

Ruusaan jumped up and activated her jet-pack she soared over the bar-top pistols blazing she dropped two more and flew to the back where Cor had mistaken for an exit. It was only a back room for the stage.

"Looks like the entrance is our only way out, and there are still four of them left," the Mando said pointing to the three Gamorreans and human gunslinger standing in their way.
Before Ruusaan could finish her glass the other hunter, known as "Sektor", voiced his concerns about staying in the cantina with sarcasm, "Oops! My apologies to the bartender, I didn't realize I wasn't welcome here," she said with sarcastic enthusiasm, but it seemed the smuggler, "Cor" they called him, was not the sharing the hunters' love of irony as he sat facing behind them watching somebody in the booth behind them. Apparently Teemo has an informant in the cantina, no surprise there, technically Teemo owned this place. Now he was talking about hiding and starting a brawl as a distraction, now, you're getting nasty; although Ruusaan had given up the idea of hiding, starting a cantina brawl was a better suggestion. "Watch and learn boys..." she said putting her helmet back on and walking around the smuggler.

"Ladies first! What gentlemen you are," she said as she knocked out a scruffy looking man into his one-armed Aqualish counterpart. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you sitting there! Wait-a-second... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you both were wanted men?" She guessed as they appeared to be the criminal types probably accruing a death warrant in a dozen systems by now.

Ruusaan couldn't help but chuckle as she made a scene, all eyes in the room were on her so the huntress decided to play dramatic. Music still playing, the ugly, short human growled and yelled at bounty hunter and his partner. He stood up and cursed her to death as he reached for his weapon. "I don't like you! You angry, little, nasty man!" Ruusaan jeered as she sent the man sprawling out of consciousness with a one punch knock-out. She hoped he forgot his name whenever he would wake up. At this time the Aqualish was scrambling for his weapon, but with his single non-firing arm, he couldn't unholster the weapon. "You know what? I don't like you either... Mister Walrus Man," and with a single kick she sent the Aqualish thug into a table of patrons playing of sabacc.

Now three more angry Aqualish thugs and two unhappy men appeared reaching for their weapons. The cloaked Kubazian informant was no longer holding a comlink but a hold-out blaster aimed at the renegades.

"No, blastersss! No, blastersss!" The Devaronian hissed as he pulled out a large blaster from under the counter also aimed at the group.

Ruusaan suddenly had a bad feeling about this whole brawl thing when they were clearly outgunned. "Any more brilliant ideas?" she asked the smuggler.

Moments after words left her mouth, a small troupe of four pig-like Gamorreans carrying heavy, bone-breaking clubs stepped through the door - Oh, perfect... Teemo's enforcers are here! They blinked their beady little eyes in the gloom, peeering about - and one lets loose a piercing shriek! They've all been spotted!

"Hey Sektor, your friends are here," the Mandalorian said surrounded by eleven enemies, no doubt things are about to get violent... and messy.

The enemies began their attack.
Sweet, success! Working on Round 2!

EDIT: POST UP!
I'm sure your friend will enjoy Germany.
Sweet, I'm American too, btw. CALIFORNIA!
United Clans of Mandalore: Reem, Fett, Ordo, Kelborn, Bralor, Esok, Xarga







Rana Shulo

Human

Female

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Beneath the green and grey armor of the Mandalorians lies Rana Shulo, a lithe, pale human from the planet of Mandalore. Short, black hair falls from her head, cut rough and choppily, the uneven strands lying limp from the time spent beneath a helmet. Cold grey eyes peer from beneath the black visor, glaring out at any who dare to look her way. A brown kama is hooked her belt, the cloth protecting her legs from debris. While not imposing, many know to stay out of her way, as her name has become enough to make many mercs quit the job before it even began.

Mercenary

-DC-15x sniper rifle
-DLT-20A blaster rifle
-DL-18 blaster pistol
-Wrist Laser on right gauntlet
-Wrist Flamethrower on left gauntlet
-Beskad
-Four concussion grenades strapped within her kama.
For the record, where is everyone on the globe?

I'm in Germany.
Totally!

EDIT: go ahead and sleep, that's what I did after I posted last night and look 5 hours later, I have two more IC posts to work off and 1 1/2 CS.
Alas I don't want the scene to progress without our characters, some people live in other countries and time zones. I would hate to be in the reversed role of sleeping or busy while the scene progressed without me.
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