Ducky came out of the back room to find her tavern empty, devoid of all life, and with a large section of the roof resting on the ground. She simply stood in the doorway for a few moments, jaw hanging open in shock. "What in all good..."
She advanced slowly, silently, and cautiously, looking around. All that was left of the previous joviality were the mugs of drink, in every level of fill. She blinked a few times, looking around again, and vaulted over the bar to investigate further.
She yelped in surprise as she fell over almost immediately after landing, and she landed on her backside with a loud "Oof.!" Shaking off the sudden adrenaline boost and ruefully rubbing her bum, she stood up again, only to almost fall over again as she slipped on whatever the object had been that she had tripped on the first time. Hastily withdrawing her foot from it to avoid another arseplant, she looked down to see what it was.
Firefox's blaster.
She couldn't believe her eyes. Firefox had left his blaster behind in the Tavern, and on the floor, no less. No Captain, especially not Firefox, would just forget about his blaster, even in a Tavern, where inebriated solidarity was the rule.
It quickly fell into place. Whatever had happened to the inhabitants of her Tavern, it was not by their own will. They were taken away by force. But by who, and to where, and why, were all still mysteries to the good tavernkeeper.
She picked up the green blastgun, and looked it over once. This was definitely the trademark weapon of Captain Firefox, no doubt about that. Looking around again, a dark grimace on her face, she cocked the weapon, like she had seen the Captain do once before.
Carrying the gun nonchalantly in her taut fist, she strode to the door, making a mental note that her feet seemed to be adhering -- only slightly, but definitely enough to be noticeable -- to the floor. She opened the door, none too gently, and looked outside, hoping that she'd be able to get a glimpse of her Tavern's patrons' captors.
Then she saw it. A faint, dull glint, like sunlight off of duct tape, off in the distance. Then it was gone.
She nodded, satisfied, and flipped Firefox's gun from one hand to the other. She muttered something, half to the empty Tavern, and was gone, after whatever it was that had robbed her peaceful haven of its inhabitants.