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Something hisses, coming closer... closer... The hiss is very quiet, and heaing for the boy.

Bonzo doesn't notice the hissing as he wraps up another kata. Petra is disarmed, which should leave him quite safe for now...and leave the people back where she is safe from her, too. As much as he didn't like having her detained, it was the right thing to do from what he can tell.

A Knife flys by Bonzo's head, slicing off some hair quite neatly, but missing none the less.

Petra stands a few feet away, looking much the worse for her captivity.

Bonzo notices the hair drop off. ~~And he didn't order a buzz cut, either.~~

What in the...? He turns, and his face just about goes white. "So much for disarming you."

"If Fett ever tries to hurt Kit again, you die. I won't miss next time."

Yeah, it only makes sense to strange trhinkings. Kit gets hurt by fett, and Bonzo dies.

Bonzo closes his eyes for a half-second before opening them again and boring a glare down at Petra. "You know, getting knives thrown at me is starting to lose its novelty, Petra." He's so furious that making a sarcastic comment is about the only way he can think of not to go after Petra right now.

"Too bad. Remember, Kit gets hurt, and you're dead."

Petra turns to walk away.

Bonzo grabs the knife from wherever it hit the ground and marches off into the Bar. While calming himself down, he's looking for a certain bounty hunter.

Fett sits at a booth, polishing his blaster.

Bonzo walks up to Fett's table. Placing the knife on the table gently, point towards Bonzo, he sighs. "You missed one."

Fett looks at the knife. "That was in the Closet. Where did you get it?"

"I just had a close shave." He turns to reveal the trimmed hair. "Petra threw it at me."

Fett picks up the knife and examines it, holding it on one finger to balence it. It falls hilt side.

"It's not balenced. She might have hit you if it was."

Bonzo shudders. She was trying to kill me...

"How'd she get it?"

"Must have pulled it from the pile while I was in the bathroom searching."

Fett's opinion of the girl goes up a notch.

"Or maybe her damn animal got it for her."

"Make a second check of her and her room. I paid you to disarm her, not partially disarm her."

Note that no blame is assigned.

"And make sure that the animal isn't in the room when you're checking."

"Don't think that's going to happen. Don't have the key anymore, she does. And unless you want me to fry her, I'm not getting my hands on the animal."

Fett picks up his blaster and begins to clean it again, apparently, he believes the conversation is over. And it felt good to get back at this Jedi.

Bonzo closes his eyes and frowns. "How do you know she won't try to shoot you with a gun hidden in there? Those things punch through armor better than blaster bolts."

Fett keeps polishing. "She doesn't." His voice clearly says he believes this conversation is over.

Bonzo sighs, and gets up. "You said she didn't have any weapons earlier." He says that, looking Boba in the eyes. Then, he shakes his head in frustration. "I'll deal with this myself."

And he gets up and heads off...he's not ready to kill Petra just yet, but putting her in the infirmary isn't out of the question, the way things are going.

Petra is no longer outside, as a quick survey would show. Neither is she in-bar, or in the Sims. Which leaves her room.

And at the faint sound of running water, the ruling is that she is in her room.

When Bonzo gets in there, he doesn't knock. That would be because knocking implies some degree of restraint in the knocking motion. Bonzo, more properly put, slams his fist on the door.

Petra ignores the door. The sound of water gets louder.

Bonzo runs out of patience with this door real fast. The lightsaber comes out, with its characteristic snap-hiss, and he starts cutting around the lock.

Bar, bill me. This has gone far enough.

Petra continues to ignore it. The sound of the water covers up all the noise.

Kit hides under the bed and mews softly.