Myles Vylumnar
No gods, no masters
"Yeah, well... Your kill, your plan. As long as I don't get turned into sewer-scum, I'm trusting you on this one." he said. He eyeballed his surroundings once more. Nheeso Ghanash sat in front of them with two armed guards at his side. Also at his side were two Twi'lek slaves. There were two more guards at the secret entrance/exit, and a couple more around keeping watch. Besides that, the rest of the men were sitting, playing Caravan, and getting gropey with the other slaves. Myles assumed she was about to do something explosive, but the only problem was keeping the slaves alive and safe. Although he didn't mind much if they died, he could tell that [member="Stardust Raxis"] cared about it.
Tension began to grow as Star began to taunt Nheeso. It was clear that he was starting to get pissed, and something bad would happen if they didn't act soon.
"Yousee comee toozee kla Nheeso-a! Disrespect!" Nheeso would angrily shout back.
Myles's eyes fell to the handcuffs. He saw that they slowly began to rattle and shake. The look in Star's eyes seemed deadly as if she was about to do something. On instinct, Myles spun around while flipping his rifle over his shoulder. He crouched down to his knees and aimed at the people behind them and started firing.
Tension began to grow as Star began to taunt Nheeso. It was clear that he was starting to get pissed, and something bad would happen if they didn't act soon.
"Yousee comee toozee kla Nheeso-a! Disrespect!" Nheeso would angrily shout back.
Myles's eyes fell to the handcuffs. He saw that they slowly began to rattle and shake. The look in Star's eyes seemed deadly as if she was about to do something. On instinct, Myles spun around while flipping his rifle over his shoulder. He crouched down to his knees and aimed at the people behind them and started firing.