<div class="floatleft">(https://image.ibb.co/mqJ8Xb/Future_Female_Warrior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ve'tralla Kurzen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13647172#msg13647172)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong>Arkanian Offshoot (Human Half-breed)<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mercenary, Gambler, Arms Tech<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>Day 146 3BBY, Dreg's Cantina<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shaa Raa<br/><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Zebrin, Raa Shaa, Kea, Tyron, Nealla, Therion<br/><hr/>The interruption of the Trandoshian into her short business deal with Shaa Raa wasn't appreciated in the slightest. Her temperament shifted almost instantly to that of a simmering boil which reverberated to those capable of sensing it. It was perhaps best she knew little of her connection to the force or it would be likely her emotions would twist her to the dark side with some haste. Proud as she was it wasn't his words that enraged her but the fact that he thought so little of interjecting himself into a situation which she had implanted herself without invitation. Her body and attention shifted to the Trandoshian interloper, speaking toward the Kel Dor salesman in the vibrating tone of her vocalizer, as she now held the blaster cannon out toward the Trandoshian by the barrel.<br/><br/>"1,700 will do. Your wares are exceptional and the hassle is worthy of a tip." Though she spoke not of what sort of hassle there would be it was a clue in  The weapon was upside down within her grasp with it's handle facing the ceiling, pointedly so that he not be able to grasp the trigger, and the moment he grasped the handle she spoke with her vocalizer in tune with the hissing tongue of the Trandoshian. "You might want to your prey more wisely." She gave the weapon a sharp tug and lunged forward to drive the rounded metallic forehead of her helmet into the scaled skull of her adversary. In doing so the heavy cloak fell from her figure, slipping past her shoulders and falling to the ground, revealing her armor along with the small arsenal of weaponry she carried upon her at present. The impact of the blow was surely enough to release the weapon from the Trandoshian's grasp, if not the ripping tear of her grasp upon it surely would finish the job, and the moment it came free a snap of her wrist flipped the weapon end over end to land with it's handle in her grasp.<br/><br/>She turned the arm in, pressing it to the reptilian adversaries chest with a quickness, and her thumb brushed over the safety to let a high pitched tone emit acknowledging the release of the safety. Her free hand now settled on the handle of the blaster rifle dangling from her left shoulder, preparing it to potentially be used sooner than later, and pulled the trigger to simply loose the blaster cannon straight into his chest. Climactic as it may seem the pull of the trigger merely brought about a faint beeping and a red light upon the side of her newly acquired blaster. There was no power cell in the weapon at present. An intelligent sales tactic but less than amusing for her. With a vicious back spin she instead hammered the barrel of the blast cannon upon the side of his skull. In the process she drew the blaster pistol on her left hip and aimed it toward his face. Had she not been wearing her helmet he would see a grin and a wink but in this case there was no sense for either. She tossed the blast cannon backward over her shoulder, straight at Shaa Raa, without a word. He would know she expected a power cell, should it be necessary to purchase he could always charge the credit chip she'd given him, and with that hand now free she settled it upon the vibro dagger on her right hip. "So.. you done?"<br/><br/>The question was for the Trandoshian of course, she had him dead to rights, and so long as he backed off toward his fellow Red Rancors she wouldn't blow the scales from his face. The biggest problem with such a standoff as this was in the presence of his fellows. There was no certainty in that fact, however, in consideration to the apparent gravity of their current brokering. They'd either stand up for their comrade or stand down in the interest of keeping the peace for their present endeavor. Either way... she wasn't one to even consider shying away from a fight.