Nayru grinned back; she understood habit, and habit saved their lives that day.  Sadly, there were no survivors... not even the PROGO man... and that was<em>bad</em>.  She didn't want to stop to think about all the repercuss-<br/><br/>A sound, something opening, and she--much like her fellow soldiers if they were as good as they seemed to be--were aiming at the source in no time at all, guns trained on... a woman?  It was an ass at first, a<em>really</em>nice feminine ass, skinny but not<em>too</em>skinny, and the rest of the woman fell down with it, and Nayru could tell by the stripped horns, three lekku, and red skin that she was a Togrutan, one of those hunters from Togruti.  How interesting... but interesting was problematic for the soldier that was Nayru.<br/><br/>"'Oh frell' is right girl; they're all dead and it's four of us, one of you, and you're under arrest." Nayru began, her tone stern, her eyes focused and her gun trained on the woman "Drop the toolkit and raise your hands, or you'll be just another tic on our mission report under the 'kills' section..."<br/><br/>(Persuasion to intimidate: 8 + 14 = 22)