If causing a scene was a skill set, Rachel was probably one of the most talented people in the room as she stood on top of a counter and shouted the following line:
"My Gun is the biggest and therefore the bestest gun, all of your guns are lack luster in comparison."
It was yet another slow night for Rachel, at most she had to deal with the occasional Tusken Raider attack or womp rat infestation. She was riled up, looking for as much excitement as possible. But as the sky grew darker and the suns started to lose their light she realized it was another boring night on Tatooine, again. Where was the action? The excitement? Defeated and exhausted, she went to the local Cantina to at least drink her sorrows away.
When she arrived it was pretty dead, only a few travelers trying to grab a drink before their long journeys. There was even a table of criminals wearing obvious "I'm a pirate and there's nothing you can do about it" colors on their armor. There was really nothing she could do here, not without a crime or evidence of one as they could do nothing to her, seeing as how they were not only surronded by armed patrons but also drunk. She sneered at them and worked her way past the crowd to the bar counter.
She had been on somewhat friendly terms with most of the bar tenders working the Cantinas, so when she finally found her way there past some of the patrons she slapped the counter and ordered the usual. Another boring night, a few rounds of swill and then it was off to the homestead to get ready for a repeat of the same song and dance. These thoughts soon faded with her seventh shot and now all she could think about was how she wanted to prove herself so badly.
Perhaps it was thinking about how she hadn't really done anything exciting since joining the rangers that cause this next interaction to go so volatile. As she was sitting there, relaxing she heard the words that would spark an hour long debate about guns and their multitude of uses. "Typical ranger, relying on low grade long blasters to get the job done, real fighters stick to mid-range heavy fire." She turned around like the crack of a wrist whip to this provocation, not exactly catching the face of the one who said it. Was she going to take this sitting down? No, she wasn't. Infact, she would take this standing on that table over there.
Standing atop the highest of tables and the tallest of pedestals as she spoke, she made her heroic decree. Her gun was big because it demonstrated her ability with it! Her gun was large because she was in charge! Her gun was the best gun and all other guns needed a smaller barrel for the tiny amount of fire power they're packing!