Ymira and Zavi sprint down a neon-lit corridor, the smell of exotic spices and sizzling street food wafting from the various stalls. They weave through the crowded walkway, dodging shoppers and merchants alike. The roar of the engines and the distant sound of blaster fire echo through the corridor as the Black Sun agents give chase. Ymira's heart races as she glances back, her leather vest tight against her chest.
Syalla the Gank slips quickly into the shadows, utilizing some of her natural stealth as well as cybernetic gear. She goes radio silent.
Irdis, on the other hand, takes a more calculated approach. He pulls his hood down low over his eyes and blends into the throngs of the marketplace. His medical attire allows him to mingle with the crowds of species without drawing too much attention. He taps his comlink, "Xander, Roona, we're splitting up. Draw them off and meet at the rendezvous. Stay safe."
Roona's antennae twitch with the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She nods to Xander before breaking away from the others, darting through the crowded market, her large black eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. She ducks into a narrow alley, her booted feet echoing off the metal walls. Xander follows closely behind, his datapad clutched tightly in his hand, ready to deploy any necessary gadgets or hacking skills to aid in their escape.
Suddenly, Xander's datapad beeps insistently, the screen flashing with a stark red warning. His eyes widen as he reads the message: 'Information Dump Failure. Trace Initiated'. The gravity of the situation hits him like a punch to the gut. If the Black Sun tracks the data back to them, not only will they know who's responsible for the sabotage, but their entire operation could be compromised. "We've got a problem," he murmurs into his comlink.
Ymira and Zavi hear the urgency in Xander's voice. "What is it?" Ymira's eyes dart around the corridor, her hand hovering over her blaster. Xander explains the situation, his voice tight with tension. "I've got to get to a secure terminal to finish the job."
Roona's voice rings out with concern. "We not risk. Must leave before they find our position."
But Xander is adamant. "We have to try. If we don't complete the upload, all of this was for nothing."
Roona hesitates for a moment before nodding in agreement, then she slips away into the shadows, her green skin blending with the neon lights. Xander tries to keep his breathing steady as he focuses on the datapad and he tries to counter the trace, feeling the weight of their mission pressing down on him. He concentrates on his datapad, the red light pulsing like a warning siren.
The sound of approaching engines grows louder, and Xander knows the agents are closing in again. His thumbs dance over the device, inputting codes and commands as he searches for a way to obscure their location. Sweat beads form on his forehead, and the smell of burning circuits fills the air.
Irdis's silence is deafening in Xander's earpiece, and his mind races. "Irdis, do you copy?" Xander whispers urgently into his comlink. Static crackles back, but no voice responds. He glances around nervously, wondering if the Chiss doctor has encountered trouble or chosen to abandon them. The alley seems to shrink around him, each shadow threatening to reveal an enemy.
Suddenly, the echo of heavy footsteps resonates through the corridor. The sound of blasters firing grows closer. Xander's breath catches in his throat as a squad of security agents rounds the corner. They're dressed in sleek black uniforms, their faces obscured by menacing visors. Their blasters are drawn and trained on Xander.
He breaks into a sprint, his heart hammering in his chest like a drumline on hyperdrive. The agents pursue him, their footsteps like thunder in the narrow alleyway. He can feel their heat signatures closing in, the red glow of their blasters painting the ground just behind him. The shoppers and merchants scatter in a panic, ducking behind stalls and shouting in a cacophony of alien languages.
On the Run from the Black Sun (Interlude +25)
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Re: On the Run from the Black Sun (Interlude +25)
Ymira and Zavi dive into a sprawling shop filled with all manner of goods, from gleaming droids to exotic animal pelts. The shopkeeper, a Quarren with a thick fur collar, shouts in protest as they knock over displays and send merchandise flying. They sprint through the aisles, the echo of their boots mingling with the sound of blaster fire as the agents follow them inside.
The shop is a labyrinth of shelves and counters, perfect for an ambush. Ymira takes cover behind a towering rack of holographic games, her eyes scanning for any sign of the pursuers. Zavi rolls under a nearby counter, his blaster pistol at the ready. The air crackles with the smell of burning plastic and ozone as more blaster bolts sear through the air.
The sound of shattering glass and the thud of booted feet signal the arrival of the agents. They spread out, their eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of the smugglers. Ymira takes a deep breath and steadies her hand, her finger tightening on the trigger of her heavy blaster pistol. She's a seasoned fighter, and the adrenaline fuels her focus.
Zavi's eyes narrow as he sights down the barrel of his own weapon. His grip is firm, his breathing measured. He's been in tough spots before, but the stakes have never been higher. The agents spot them, and the air is filled with the deafening roar of blaster fire. Sparks fly as bolts ricochet off the metal shelves, leaving trails of light in the smoke-filled air.
Ymira's reflexes are lightning fast. She emerges from her cover and takes down one of the guards with a single shot. The Quarren shopkeeper dives for cover, his protests silenced by the chaos. Zavi's aim is equally precise; the second guard crumples to the floor, his blaster clattering against the ground. The smell of burnt flesh and melted plastic fills the space, a grim reminder of the firefight that's erupted in the middle of a bustling marketplace.
The two smugglers exchange a tense nod, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the echo of their blasters. But their sigh of relief is short-lived. The clamor of more booted feet and the sizzle of incoming blaster fire signal the arrival of additional agents. They can't stay and fight; they need to escape before they're surrounded.
Ymira vaults over the counter, her boots landing with a thud on the other side. She grabs a heavy crate of merchandise and flings it into the path of the oncoming guards, buying them a precious few seconds. Zavi rolls out from under the counter, his eyes darting to the back of the store where a glowing emergency exit sign beckons. "This way," he shouts, his voice barely audible over the din.
Meanwhile Xander has found himself in a worsening situation. The security agents are now on his heels, and the alley is a maze of shadows and neon lights. He swerves to the left, narrowly avoiding a blast that would have ended him. The air is thick with the acrid smell of discharged energy and fear. His heart thumps in his chest, each pulse a countdown to potential doom. The sounds of the city are lost to the rhythmic cadence of his boots and the staccato of blaster fire.
He spots a narrow opening between two buildings, a sliver of darkness that promises a brief respite from the relentless pursuit. Without a second thought, Xander dives into it. The alley is tight, the walls closing in on him like a trap, but it's better than the open space where he'd be a sitting duck. His breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the smell of rotting garbage and the faint scent of engine oil. He glances back, seeing the silhouettes of the agents as they follow him into the narrow passage.
Just when he thinks he's out of options, a flash of movement catches his eye. Another figure steps into the alley, and before Xander can react, the figure fires at one of the agents. The shot is swift and precise, and the agent drops to the ground, a smoking hole in his chest plate. The figure is a Devaronian, his horned face twisted into a snarl.. He's dressed in a suit of padded armor. The newcomer trains his weapon on the second agent, the red dot settling on his helmet.
The agent's eyes widen, and he tries to bring his blaster to bear, but it's too late. The Devaronian squeezes the trigger, and the agent's visor shatters, his body following suit. Xander stumbles back, surprised by the sudden turn of events. The Devaronian's gaze meets his, and for a moment, Xander wonders if he's saved or just traded one enemy for another.
In the dim light, Xander sees that it is a face he recognizes from some time ago: Cohr Zyrk, a trader, smuggler, scoundrel and dealer.
"Long time, no see," Cohr says with a gruff chuckle, holstering his weapon and dusting his hands off. "Looks like you could use a hand." Checking on the felled agents, Cohr sees that they have badges from Diatek security, but recognizes them as Black Sun from their gear.
"What's the score?" Xander gasps, still trying to process his sudden salvation.
Before they could discuss anything further, Cohr saw a squad of speeder bikes closing in. They decided to make a break for it.
The shop is a labyrinth of shelves and counters, perfect for an ambush. Ymira takes cover behind a towering rack of holographic games, her eyes scanning for any sign of the pursuers. Zavi rolls under a nearby counter, his blaster pistol at the ready. The air crackles with the smell of burning plastic and ozone as more blaster bolts sear through the air.
The sound of shattering glass and the thud of booted feet signal the arrival of the agents. They spread out, their eyes scanning the chaos for any sign of the smugglers. Ymira takes a deep breath and steadies her hand, her finger tightening on the trigger of her heavy blaster pistol. She's a seasoned fighter, and the adrenaline fuels her focus.
Zavi's eyes narrow as he sights down the barrel of his own weapon. His grip is firm, his breathing measured. He's been in tough spots before, but the stakes have never been higher. The agents spot them, and the air is filled with the deafening roar of blaster fire. Sparks fly as bolts ricochet off the metal shelves, leaving trails of light in the smoke-filled air.
Ymira's reflexes are lightning fast. She emerges from her cover and takes down one of the guards with a single shot. The Quarren shopkeeper dives for cover, his protests silenced by the chaos. Zavi's aim is equally precise; the second guard crumples to the floor, his blaster clattering against the ground. The smell of burnt flesh and melted plastic fills the space, a grim reminder of the firefight that's erupted in the middle of a bustling marketplace.
The two smugglers exchange a tense nod, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the echo of their blasters. But their sigh of relief is short-lived. The clamor of more booted feet and the sizzle of incoming blaster fire signal the arrival of additional agents. They can't stay and fight; they need to escape before they're surrounded.
Ymira vaults over the counter, her boots landing with a thud on the other side. She grabs a heavy crate of merchandise and flings it into the path of the oncoming guards, buying them a precious few seconds. Zavi rolls out from under the counter, his eyes darting to the back of the store where a glowing emergency exit sign beckons. "This way," he shouts, his voice barely audible over the din.
Meanwhile Xander has found himself in a worsening situation. The security agents are now on his heels, and the alley is a maze of shadows and neon lights. He swerves to the left, narrowly avoiding a blast that would have ended him. The air is thick with the acrid smell of discharged energy and fear. His heart thumps in his chest, each pulse a countdown to potential doom. The sounds of the city are lost to the rhythmic cadence of his boots and the staccato of blaster fire.
He spots a narrow opening between two buildings, a sliver of darkness that promises a brief respite from the relentless pursuit. Without a second thought, Xander dives into it. The alley is tight, the walls closing in on him like a trap, but it's better than the open space where he'd be a sitting duck. His breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the smell of rotting garbage and the faint scent of engine oil. He glances back, seeing the silhouettes of the agents as they follow him into the narrow passage.
Just when he thinks he's out of options, a flash of movement catches his eye. Another figure steps into the alley, and before Xander can react, the figure fires at one of the agents. The shot is swift and precise, and the agent drops to the ground, a smoking hole in his chest plate. The figure is a Devaronian, his horned face twisted into a snarl.. He's dressed in a suit of padded armor. The newcomer trains his weapon on the second agent, the red dot settling on his helmet.
The agent's eyes widen, and he tries to bring his blaster to bear, but it's too late. The Devaronian squeezes the trigger, and the agent's visor shatters, his body following suit. Xander stumbles back, surprised by the sudden turn of events. The Devaronian's gaze meets his, and for a moment, Xander wonders if he's saved or just traded one enemy for another.
In the dim light, Xander sees that it is a face he recognizes from some time ago: Cohr Zyrk, a trader, smuggler, scoundrel and dealer.
"Long time, no see," Cohr says with a gruff chuckle, holstering his weapon and dusting his hands off. "Looks like you could use a hand." Checking on the felled agents, Cohr sees that they have badges from Diatek security, but recognizes them as Black Sun from their gear.
"What's the score?" Xander gasps, still trying to process his sudden salvation.
Before they could discuss anything further, Cohr saw a squad of speeder bikes closing in. They decided to make a break for it.