'Authority' on Nar Shadaa was in the eye of the beholder, and few would deny her own when it came out of the barrel of her gun.
So no, Authorities would not be coming to mitigate the screaming market square... only to perhaps, bring it back into a less lethal state. All she was trying to do, was have lunch with her son. That was her first mistake, not packing lunch ahead of time, she learned since becoming a mother, but she often forgot regardless. Stopping anywhere on the smugglers moon was a mistake, she learned that one on her own before being a mother, but often forgot regardless. Suffice to say, when you were as heavily armored as Triam often was, it was sometimes easy to forget you are not invincible... especially when you carry liabilities along with you.
"Well 'dis was a mistake," Crol, her longest standing employee, colleague, and occasional old nanny (whether or not he liked it), said as he observed the commotion coming down their way.
"And we were just about to get our drinks..." Triam stood up from the open bar table, where Cassus's little head barely crept over the tabletop sitting in his seat, looking every bit annoyed as he imagined his mother to be. After all, she always wore a mask in public, with a synthesized voice. As [member="Karsan Calnov"] ran past, Triam waited for the fools blasting their way towards him, people starting to run, and her little Casus just sat there waiting impatiently for his blue milk to arrive. Even the old red zeltron, Crol, just sat there.
As the first one came bounding through, Triam turned around quickly, with the thrum of a thin yellow-silver thread whipping around with her, passing seamless through her opponents face. The strike caused no damage, except now it was apparent Karsan's would-be assailant was now determinedly unconscious, falling flat on the ground mid step. Then as the next one came up, she outstretched her other hand and three cable shot out, latching on to bits of flesh or armor. The combatant was surprised a moment, and before he could turn his weapon on her, he found himself being pulled in her direction, thrown to the ground with his face and hands skidding across the ground, as he tried to prevent himself from getting frakked up. On the way, he dropped his weapon somewhere on the ground. A few people tripped over him as they stampeded out of the way or got caught in between. Eventually, he was at her feet, and this is when she lifted him up with the hand he was now attached to.
"You pissed me off," Her cruel synthetic voice grated against his ears. She could almost see the painful fear in his alien eyes before she started sending volts into him. After a few moments of thrashing, she hurled his ass into the pavement. Panting for breathe, not sure what to do, and looking pathetic, the alien could do almost nothing except to listen to Triam as she uncoupled and retracted her Phantom Fingers from his pathetic ass, before she decided to bark an order, "Get the kark out of here." Meanwhile as Karsan was running, Triam had sent one of her remotes to track him, and she activated her drone vision.
"Hey nerf herder, you can stop running. Get your sorry bleedin' ass over here before I have to come and get you for interrupting me and my kid's lunch." With that, Triam sat down again, and waved hand signalling it was safe for the waitress, as one of Karsan's "friends" started to snore on the pavement. "Crol, push him over before he drowns in his blood." Crol grunted, and without nuance pushed him from his seat with the extension of his wrist, sending the unconscious body into a nearby wall.
"Nice," Cassus remarked casually as the waitress finally, tentatively, poked her pretty twi'lek head out of the shops door window.
