Without so much as a moan the third ganger drops to his knees, the blaster rifle slipping from his now lifeless fingers.  His eyes glowed red for a few more seconds and then faded along with the rest of his vital signs.  With a wet thwacking sound his burnt and mangled body falls to the floor to lie in a posture of violent done-to-death.<br/><br/>A deathly quiet hangs over the room for but a moment and despite starring somewhat glassy-eyed at the bleeding, burnt mess of the three gangers, Lofey Xam's exclaims, "You guys kicked arse, am I right?".  Looking around you see Maria Mercurial is curled into the fetal position, a tightly screwed up ball of trembling, sobbing metal and flesh.<br/><br/>As your team begin to peel themselves away from the various cover they took during the last few hectic seconds as the dressing room became a burning, glowing battleground, a female voice calls from the corridor,<br/><br/>"Hey, is it safe to come in? Its Tella, from upstairs."<br/><br/>When the request isn't met by a hail of blaster fire, the attractive Chiss waitress's head appears around the edge of the doorjam.  "Whoa! You guys messed them up real good."  She steps into the room, followed by the Underworld's head of security, the Devaronian known as Hovis.<br/><br/>Hovis looks around and grunts.  "Whadda a pile of oozing' drek! Youse chummers best buzz turbo, 'cause da stars is shining' all over da place an' da Underworld don't need no heat! Out front's too bright for shadows, but backside's clean fer now.  C'mon! Whaddya waiting' for? Slot it and run. O.K.!"