Quick as the Wind.

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails shifted the cigar in her mouth. Pushing open the exit for the Cantina with a lazy push, not really feeling it today. Glancing to the left. She saw the market, people trading goods, legal, and illegal. Even in public some smugglers didn't care ,willing to take that sort of risk while the other merchants stuck to their permits. Hoping it wouldn't get stolen from them. Or get murdered then their permit stolen. It made little difference in the market. All the permit did was lessen the amount of people wanting to shoot you. Glancing to the right, she saw a long straight street. The main street of Mos Eisley. Where everyone got everywhere. There wasn't much special about going right, and she kind of liked it that way. She turned on her heel after her pause ,and started treading east.

Rails walked briskly down the street, her brimmed hat tilted up so she could get a good view of everyone around her, her ears twitching at every sound now and then. Carefully on the prowl for something on her hide. Rails was more distracted by something infront of her though. There was a man.., he stood out from the rest. Fresh pink mohawk, black jacket, cybernetic arms. Scars littering his face, and a viroknife in his hand. He was approaching casually , so it looked like he wasn't a threat. Without a second thought. . .

Bamf.... smoke floated from the end of Rail's barrel, The man falling flat to the ground, a bullet ripped into his neck.

Many didn't know how to react, To 99% of the population witnessing the scene, It look like Rails had just murdered a man.