Getting up proves difficult. Each time you move, a slight jolt is sent coursing up your legs, causing them to spasm. Oh, that's annoying...
"That wasn't so hard. You think it would be harder to take down the infamous Rylis Tavel..."
You recognize the voice as belonging to the Twi'lek from the cantina.
You manage to roll onto your back and watch as the Twi'lek emerges from the shadows of an empty docking bay, holding a tangle gun. He swings it over his shoulder and reaches for a vibro-knife in his boot.
"I simply expected it to be more difficult," the Twi'lek responds. "Anyways, down to business. I did some homework, dear huntress. Seems that there's a large bounty out for your friend Kyle, hmm?"
He stands over you, then crouches down beside you, pressing the knife against your throat.
"I think I need the credits more than you do."
You think not. The Twi'lek is watching you pretty closely.
"I won't need luck," he says. "My friend over there heard the coordinates..."
A very short, very fuzzy, pepper-furred ratty creature comes from across the street to join you, skittering quickly to your position. He too wields a knife, though it is very tiny. He glances down at you, nervously.
"Is it safe?" he asks, timidly.
The Twi'lek ignores him. "In any case, we're going to dispatch your friend in a moment, after I've slit your throat. Then we can get the coordinates anyways. All's well for us."
"You really think it's going to be that easy. I'm surprised." Rylis says, moving her hand as if to brush her hair off her face, but at the last moment grabbing the Twi'lek's hand with the knife and pushing it away from her, and aiming her other hand with the spikegun directly at his throat and firing it.
"Surprised you'd be stupid enough to think I'd give up without any sort of fight..."
That's a Combat roll to get a hold of him so that your throat doesn't reenact Sweeney Todd, a Strength roll to push the knife away, and Guns roll to fill him with spikes...
A 10 sees you snatch his wrist so that he can't just slit your throat, but you struggle to push his knife away with a 6...
The Ranat squeaks in fright and skitters away.
As the Twi'lek presses the knife back towards your throat, you just need to get your arm into position... forcing back against him as he pushes down... got it!
Shunk!
The Twi'lek yelps and is knocked off of you.
At such close range, all that was needed was a roll to hit. No danger in spiking yourself; there isn't a trigger he could have made you pull. You hit him with a 10.
He groans, writhing in the sand. When you check him, you notice that the spikes all entered his chest and neck at a downward angle. All six of them.
Snith comes out, pistol drawn.
"What happened?" Snith asks, then looks down at the Twi'lek. "Who are you?" He looks up at you. "Who is he? And why is he bleeding profusely? Hell, why are you bleeding?"
De-tangling does not go so smoothly; Snith comes over to help, snatching up the Twi'lek's knife and severing the wires wrapped around your legs.
You notice that your neck is warm and damp. It seems the Twi'lek got a cut in before you filled him with metal. Might need to patch that up...
"How'd they know we were on the trail?" Snith asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I'd been trying to get some info earlier, and he decided to do some poking of his own and figured out how much money Ragnor was worth. Or so he said. And I'm not exactly completely anonymous." Rylis replies. "And you wonder why I don't generally go out without my armor and everything..."
And yeah, that's probably a good idea...Rylis will use her mini-medkit for that at the moment.
Consider that cut patched.
"Dammit, Rylis, I thought you had better sense than that," Snith says. "Seedy cantinas always have someone who randomly becomes intensely interested in your business..."
He looks down at the Twi'lek, nudging him with a foot.
"What do you want to do with him? Was there anyone else?"
"Oh, but it's fine for you to go around asking questions? Like I said. I'm not exactly anonymous. If I turn up somewhere people are going to know it's because I'm hunting someone. And for that matter, you still haven't answered my questions as to why you're here." Rylis replies, glaring at him.
"As for the Twi'lek...I'd say just leave him. Wouldn't be the first time a body has appeared in an alley. And he had a partner, a little ratty thing, but it ran off scared. That's what was watching us."
"Now's not the time," Snith says. "We can't just leave him here. It'd be obvious that we did it. If Tatooine authorities can't turn up anything because the evidence is obscure, sure, great, whatever. But if he's sitting right in front of my docking bay and you've got a spike-gun strapped to your arm, who're they going to accuse, hmm? Better hope he has a bounty on that little leku'd head of his..."