[Since at this point everyone knows.  Thanks Nate.]

"When did you start working with Dafe, Blint?  We were betrayed and you went off and left after leading us into a trap with your allegedly less than practiced skills at finding traps.  We were thinking that you managed to come out unscathed while the rest of us needed patching up.  Your story about Nerra and whatnot doesn't quite add up."

Django let's the smile fade. "Look here. The bit about Nerra and Dafe? That's the Vexember's honest truth. Them two played y'all like an electro-fiddle. My less than sterlin' trap findin'? Well that's true too". Django looks Ruffin in the eye. "I made myself perfectly clear that sniffin' weren't my line a' work from the get go. You didn't have to bring me along".

Django sighs. "The only thang I ain't been honest about, is who I really am. My name really is Django Blint. I ain't some wannabe relic hunter or drifter lookin' fer work. I'm with the Core Marshall's, and I'm a Tracker. I'm after a fugitive who was last reported bein' seen here in the ruins. The whole ordeal with Dafe, that was just convenient on my end for finding a group to go down with. Weren't by no design a' mine that scrab-head went off an' kidnapped that girl. Made fer a good reason t' get on with a crew none the less, so I rolled th' dice. The only thing that banshee of a woman Nerra did say, was that Dafe kidnappin' Stacia was meant as a distraction, especially fer Ruffin. They let me an' her live on account we remained clueless as t' what they was doin'. She was especially sore at him though fer not killin' none a' y'all in the blast... right before she started lockin' lips with Dafe".

"I'll give you one thing, you sound awfully convincing."  Nerra walks out from behind a tangled piece of scrap.  She is limping and has several bandages on her arms.  "That night Dafe had his run in with Stacia in the inn, you followed him outside.  You had a little conversation out there, planning how to betray us so we couldn't get to the vault before you.  It was probably you who masterminded the whole thing.  Dafe isn't that intelligent."  She scowls and spits in your direction as she finds a broken piece of office equipment to sit on, but none are sturdy enough.  Instead, she hobbles over to stand in front of you.

"You got him to kidnap Stacia, then used that as an excuse to join up with us going down.  A convenient way to get us to go through Dafe's little gauntlet.  You almost killed the lot of us.  You left me to the Serrataraptors and I barely escaped with my life, you piece of poodoo!"  Nerra takes a swing at you, but her injuries cause her to drop to her knees instead.  She cries out and no less than three of the men: Mayne, Polerin, and even Ruffin, dip their guns to help her, momentarily distracted.

The instant the guns dip and all eyes aren't on him, Django snatches towards Polerin with one hand, simultaneously drawing a six shooter with the other.

18:27, Today: Django Blint rolled 23 using 1d20+7.  Grapple check (+3 w/ stats and +4 surprise bonus).

Polerin doesn't even have time to yelp before Django has him jerked up and spun around facing the group. Polerin feels the cold steel of Django's revolver press against his temple, as he now finds himself playing a human shield.

Django's voice is loud and commanding. "Aight now, nobody moves! Y'all wanna play hardball with the lawman? Well then we fit'na play a whole helluva lot harder than y'all bargained for. If anyone so much as points a weapon, a toe, or hair in my direction, Mr. Polerin here's gone find himself the lucky winner of a brand new holla' point t' the dome. Now then, Mr. Polerin, if you'll kindly folla my lead, we gone dance on out that door behind me". Django begins slowly backing towards the door, half dragging Polerin along in a one armed choke hold.

He kicks back against the door to widen his exit route and hopefully alert his party with the sound. "Y'all don't wanna listen t' reason, that's on y'all, but ain't nobody bout to drag ol' Django into their drama and pin some scrab like that on me. Y'all gimme a holler when ya start thinkin' with the head you got upstairs. Oh, and Nerra dear, it's gone be fun to bring you in. Yer word against mine honey. Sit on that fer a bit".

"Well, that escalated quickly."  She draws a slender pistol and prepares to defend herself.  It is unclear if this means she will support Django or just stay out of the way.
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While Tump and Inarra are jabbering away about nothing in particular, what's left of the office door bursts open and falls off its hinges. As a natural reflex, Tump draws his weapon and aims it at the men exiting.

As Django continues to back away from the door he quietly speaks to Polerin telling him to keep the muzzle of his weapon pointed at the ground. Without taking his eyes off the door he calls back to Tump and Innara "Miss Inarra, if you'd be so kind as to send a bot or two my way to ensure our friends behind that door don't get no ideas, and Mr. Tump, would you kindly come and relieve my bargaining chip here of his gun?". He goes back to speaking quietly to Polerin. "I don't wanna kill ya, but I ain't above it. Far as I'm concerned you threatened my life and I'm well within my rights to play amateur surgeon on th' side a yer skull. How this ends is all up to you bud".
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Polerin drops his gun and slowly raises his hands.  "Jart's in your field now, chap."

Inarra hesitates to act, still unsure of the situation.  It gives Mayne, Ruffin, and the others time to exit the office.  They do so slowly, guns lowered toward Polerin and Django.

"You gotta lotta nerve, Blint.  I almost believed you in there, but this?  This is the action of a guilty man."  He barks a mirthless laugh.  "You ain't no lawman."

Gun at eye level, now pointed at the new targets exiting the office, Tump slowly walks over and kicks the gun back towards Inarra.

"Friends of yours, I see, marshall."

Nerra limps from the room and leans heavily against the wall.  She winces with the movement.  If she's acting, she earns top awards.  "You are outnumbered, Django.  Five to one.  Tump and Inarra are smart enough not to cross the Voidchasers.  They have no stake in this, no gain to be had.  It's just you."

She scowls a warning at Tump when he kicks the gun away.  Then her voice turns sultry, inviting.  "C'mon, Tump.  Let us handle this.  No need to get involved.  You saved us from being octorat dinner.  Maybe we can cut you in?  Everyone's been hunting the vault.  We know where it is."

Several other members of the Voidchasers frown at Nerra's promise to cut Tump in.

"Nerra.  You talk too much."  He turns to Tump.  "Stay out of it, Tump.  This is Voidchaser business.  You have our thanks for the save.  Take Inarra and move on."

"How the heck do y'all even survive down here with smarts like these? You honestly thank a lawman just happened to show up to steal some stupid vault from ya? Does the name Vyktor Kerr mean anything to ya?".

Several of the Voidchasers look uneasy at that name.  Ruffin narrows his eyes and looks up and around at the big room.  "You're working with Kerr?"  His gun lowers a bit, doubt on his face.  The rest of his team are looking back and forth between each other and Ruffin, not sure what to do.

Tump smirks at the seduction attempt. "I got no interest in your vault. Don't need all that attention, but also I don't welsh on a job and Django here is under my watch. What kind of rep would that earn me if I just let y'all kill him?"

Clearly getting agitated, Django responds. "Working with? What about this ain't you gettin' man? I. AM. A. LAW MAN. Vyktorr Kerr is'a fugitive. He killed folks. He's a wanted man. I'm here tracking him. Ya know? To arrest em'? Dead or alive? Bring em' in t' justice? How is this so hard fer you t' figure out? You got set up by yer little hussy over there, and now she's puttin' on the big doe eyes and innocent girl routine. You think I just happened to be hangin' out with Tila when we approached you? I was werkin', helpin yer local law try and clean up the mess Dafe went on an made. And yeah, as a matter a fact, I did follow Dafe out the bar that night. Because he looked like the kind a' scum suckin' low life that would know where I could find Kerr. So I pressed em' fer info. Said you'd put him on latrine duty fer even sayin' anything about the name. On top'a all that, Stacia saw and heard the whole exchange between Dafe and Nerra before the two skirted off. Tila's done been told everythang as well. And tell me this, if I did set you up, why, WHY would I come all the way back down here to try and help save yer sorry hides from that octorat? You think I just came across y'all by chance? Last I saw, yer own "friends" went and tried to kill ya. If that was me, if I was after yer vault or whatever, why would I risk payin' ya a second visit? Y'all can be mad at me all ya want for not being truthful about why I volunteered to come down here, but if you think settin' up a bunch a treasure hunters is even remotely worth a' minute a' my time, yall'd be better off jes gettin' ate and spare me the headache of even dealin' with ya".

Polerin seems to relax a bit.  "Ruffin, I think this chap's making sense.  Perhaps before we go an potentially shoot a Tracker...we should at least confirm his story with Yolte?"

"Well now, I'd be feeling mighty silly if I were on the other end of that tongue lashing. How 'bout you put those guns away so we can be all friends again, and walk away without anybody getting filled with holes."

Tump smiles wryly at Nerra and gives her a little wink. "Sounds like a peach of a plan to me, wouldn't you say?"

Ruffin grimaces, then lowers his gun.  "Alright...lawman.  Polerin has good instincts.  We'll confirm with Tila at the top."  He turns on Nerra, who is fuming.  "That means we're going to have a conversation, too."

Ruffin holsters his gun and motions for the others to do the same.

Nerra stands and takes a deep breath.  "Talk all you like, Ruffin.  Lawman or not, he's in with Dafe.  Don't turn your back on him."

Tump relaxes a bit and lowers his bead on Ruffin. "What about that big guy. Ronan. He one of yours too?"
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Slowly and careful, Django removes the gun from Polerin's head, and removes his grip from around his neck. He maintains hold of his weapon, pointing it up in the air as Polerin steps away from him, and isn't quick to holster it until he see's the all clear.

22:59, Today: Django Blint rolled 8 using 1d20+6.  Sense Motive (bonus +2 against humanoids)".

Django can't get a read on a single face or ounce of body language. He slowly holsters his weapon, ready to snatch both pistols out if need be.

He nods to Ruffin.

"Ronan?  Who's Ronan?"  Ruffin looks around, confused again.

"That's what I'm asking. Big guy, grenade launcher, pops up outta nowhere, attacks the rat with us, then gets booted into the chasm of death."

He shakes his head. "So you don't know him? If I didn't think the poor man to be dead, I'd be laughing right now. These ruins are turning into a circus."