The Rock

[DM Nerdred]

As Mr. Piercings draws, Dez levels the business end of her blaster rifle at him and chambers a grenade, with a slight squeeze of the weapon's second trigger mechanism. Her action and reaction time appears almost a blur to the casual eye.

"If that little blaster is for me, mind you don't raise the barrel or I'll blow a hole through you, Sleemo!" She warns them both. "Answer the question and we'll politely let you two continue with the drinking and the other things you've mentioned."



"This would not be the first cantina I've levelled today." She adds, with a shrug. "Feel Me?!"

"Besides, Veil would not take it kindly to either of you damaging me. That is, if you value your lives."

And that's without a FP:
Initiative: 1d20+9 25

Mr. Piercings stops dead in his tracks, the blaster only halfway out it's holster. Captain Sunt, following Dez's lead, draws his blaster pistols, pointing one at each of the bouncers.  "You'd better listen to the lady.  Now show us what we want."  The cantina patrons jerk at the turn to potential violence, a table flips spilling drinks.  The patrons move to the back of the cantina, giving the four plenty of room.  A bipedal droid comes in from a side room and starts cleaning up the mess.  

Mr. Cheezy, in a hushed voice pleads with the two holding blasters to their faces. "Look, even if you work for Holon Veil this isn't the right time for this.  You don't want to be messin with the deal now do ya?" 

Before anyone can respond the bartender yells at the droid sweeping up broken glass. "Fog! Now's not the time, we gots trouble."  The droid looks up, it's glowing yellow photo-receptors take in the full scene. "Oh my, goodness gracious. Not another bar fight!" It says...