<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Perception of Sen Shai</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sen Shai is not 'heavily armed' and he moves like a dance, not a thug.  He's got a <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">long knife</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.heavenlyswords.com/images/T/20-HK6634.jpg)</div></div> tucked along his right forearm, held in a reverse grip, an empty blaster holster by his right hip rigged for a left-handed draw (probably what he's holding behind his back in his left hand) and a belt that suggests he's got something holstered at the small of his back.  There are other, smaller knives tucked into various convenient places.  (boots, hair etc) Of course he's going to fall for the damsel in distress routine..... </div></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSCsvyZllRhUxxj0Z4lwbCZTkMlKSM-7KlJeIA5h98WrZsClmmC3w)</div><br/>She was clearly harmless and,  equally clearly, more than a little clueless to approach potential enemies unarmed, unprepared and begging for mercy.  Fortunately for her, he wasn't her enemy, he wasn't here to kill, even in the face of the blaster fire they'd heard.  His blaster was set on stun and he wasn't planning on using his Tehk'la.   It would take something significant to make him flip that switch.  Killing was such an inconvenience.<br/><br/>"Other friend?"  Sen frowned for a moment, his dark eyes search Corana's face, taking in her appearance and drawing the obvious conclusions.  "We're here alone."<br/><br/>His left hand came out from behind his back and the slid the long barrel of a<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluebolt blaster</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/4/4e/Bluebolt_blaster.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/500?cb=20131021004042)</div></div>back into its holster.  He reached out that same arm and wrapped it protectively around Corana's shoulders.  The fabric of his shirt was silken smooth, luxurious to the touch.   "You're safe now," he said, his voice seeming to flow across her skin like velvet.  "We didn't come here to hurt anyone but from the sound of it, this might be our lucky day. Good Luck, check down the hall.  He didn't pass us and I doubt he's still in the room.  What was it you gave him, Love?"  His frown returned and his grip shifted slightly on the knife.   "What did he<em>take </em>from you and Klieri?"<br/><br/><br/><em>We must be on the right track.  Whoever this guy is, he's probably here to make sure Klieri isn't going to talk.  She's probably her roommates and just got caught up in something they knew nothing about.  Time to kill two Mynocks with one slice.  Three, if Good Luck can get lucky.  Of course he had to call 'dibs'....</em>