If you can call causing a small explosion after vandalizing a blaster lucky, then, yeah, you're lucky.

A bare few seconds after you toss the blaster out into the open beyond the doorway, you hear a loud BANG and a few startled and pained cries. You silently cheer yourself for your brilliant idea (or what you're calling brilliant anyway) as you again step out from behind cover with your gun held at the ready. You survey the area, seeing that your diversion worked a bit better than you thought as one of the thugs who had been attempting to charge the stairs is now still and lifeless on the ground with scorch marks upon his body and another is groaning on the ground and bleeding profusely from a wound in his belly where a shard of shrapnel had embedded itself. That left only four to deal with and those four were currently stunned from the noise and the brightness of the explosion you'd caused.

You bring your pistol up and fire away, putting a slug in each of the four remaining bastards with practiced ease. Four booming reports and the room is suddenly free of people trying to shoot you. Which is one of your favorite things in a room. That and a nice glass of Regilian whiskey and maybe somebody eager to blow you would make this a perfect place to be now. As it is, you'll take not being shot at as a win.

You move to check the two that had gone down from the explosion and find that the one that had been still was...well, let's just say, very dead. As dead as one can be when one's face is blown off. The other succumbed to his wound very quickly as a profusely bleeding stomach wound was one of the worst types to endure. He was now sitting slumped on the stairs, his body still and blood still oozing from his wound. You would have felt bad about being the cause of such a painful **** if the asshole hadn't been trying to kill you. You tend not to have sympathy for people that try to kill you.

You head down the stairs, the prostitutes and clients that had been held hostage freed from their paralysis of fear now that the attackers are all slain. Most of the johns rush out of the brothel while the prostitutes start to check each other for wounds. A few head over to the still form of Evie, one of them starting to tinker with the control panel hidden seamlessly in Evie's back. You are thankful for that as your knowledge of the inner workings of droids is basic at best and trying to get the highly modified pleasure droid up and running again would be a daunting task for you. Thankfully there was somebody around who knew what they were doing.

Since that was being taken care of, you decide to take the time to search the bodies for anything useful or maybe something that would tell you why the brothel had been attacked in the first place. You also take the time to take anything valuable from the still bodies of the fallen men as you search them. Ghoulish maybe, but, hey, they weren't going to get use out of their weapons or ammo anymore and to the victor goes the spoils, right? You weren't above a little looting if it lined your pockets, after all.

Besides, you were mostly searching bodies for info...mostly.