<div class="floatright">(https://img04.deviantart.net/223f/i/2012/307/5/8/tron__legend_of_korra_by_dctb-d5junna.png)</div>Elia sighed half from frustration, half from relief. She slowly holstered her pistol.<strong>"This is too big to lower but it's mine."</strong>There was a metallic clink as she lay the shaft of her doshka against the transport crate she had been taking cover behind.<br/><br/><strong>"Those guys shot at my friend and travelling companion at the start of things as and someone killed our contact. I killed that one and injured some of his friends in defense of my allies."</strong>The shimmering light about her receeded to a tiny mote of blue energy over her shoulder.<br/><br/>She gave Rae a reassuring wink. She was a dancer, not someome with militia trainning, or had been in a Veskarium Peace Keepig Force. She was probably the least experienced at anything close to this situation.<br/><br/>She walked over to the nearest security officer and tired to add a little teasingly enticive sway to her hips. Security had probably just seen the end of the altercation so she looked a bit bad ass... if they were holding them for questioning she might as well give them the impression that she was a sexy bad ass femme fatale... it could lead to her rep.<strong>"Security Officer [Insert Name on Armour] Can I go over to my injured friend please?"</strong>