He Owes Her A Drink

Mira nursed her neck where Ripper had gripped her and frowned at him as she scooped up her lightsaber from the floor where he dropped it upon being electrocuted. She looked to Rowan. "Thanks for the help there big guy..." She grimaced and looked to Ripper while she sighed. "Never get a Mandalorian angry, my friend. It never ends well..." She looked to Rowan and smiled. "Any chance you can give me a set of those? I have a few guys I'd like to slap them on and watch them squirm..." However she did feel sorry for Ripper as he writhed on the floor. "Mind not letting him hurt too much I think he's been through enough..." Her eyes traced the scars on his body, if what Mar had shared with them so far was any indication, this man was a victim in his own right.

Slowly rising up once the pain was all gone, Ripper turned his gaze to Mira again. "Stop staring..." Using the wall, he got up to his feet and glared down at his body, face flushing slightly with embarrassment. "Where are my pants?"

Ring, having disappeared at some point during the small fight, flew back and spun. It tossed clothes at Ripper, essentially knocking him onto his back. With a frustrated grunt, Ripper sat up again and looked through the clothes. "Old, but whatever..." Standing, he pulled the clothes on while still blushing. "Look, Mira...sorry about that. I just...control is not my best trait..." Looking to RED-1, he sighs. "Thanks...for stopping me. I'm sure you and Rowan know everything now..."

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Mar tightened his grip on his saber and studied the strange man. He didn't quite realize it was Jin'Lor at first as he was different than he appeared on the holo, but he had a feeling this was the architect of Ghost and Ryze's misery. He twirled his lightsaber, the blade making loud roars as the crackling blade sliced through the air.

Keran took a defensive stance and looked to Quint. "Child! Come! Together we are stronger than this lone opponent..." He looked to Mar. "I trust you will decide to fight as one rather than stand alone?"

Mar nodded. "I agree... this guy is bad news we have to be smart and on our guard..."

Still in a crouch, Jin'Lor stopped in his tracks the moment he heard the door being cut into and turned his gaze toward Mar and Keran. Tilting his head to the side, he chuckled. "So, you're the one that brought Ghost and Ripper home..." Using the Force, he brought all of his knives back and sheathed all but one. Letting lightning spark off the one in hand, he returns his gaze to Quint. "Sorry, babe, but our game has been cut short. I will give you that reward, though..."

Reaching into his left boot with his free hand, he pulled out a seventh knife and tossed it at Quint's feet. "Keep it. I want to buy you a drink one day. Tits like that just make a man want to impress a woman."

Giving Mar and Keran his full attention now, he let the grin return to his face. "You ruined my game. Does that mean you want to play one, Jedi boys?" Pulling one of the sheathed knives out, he added lightning to it as well. "Or, do you want to be serious? I only get serious with one person...and it's to make him beg for mercy..."

VT-L2 ran over to Quint and genuinely hugged her leg. "Are you okay?!" He asked her.

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Ghost moaned in her unconsciousness, almost as if she were in pain. "Stop..." She whimpered and curled in on herself, fresh tears falling down her face.