Location: Corellia
A cloaked man made his way through the crowded market. The night life was busier than usual, making his discreet movements harder to follow. Brightly colored signs lit his way, providing enough light to reveal the oncoming foot traffic. The man's hood cast just enough shadow to hide most of his face. He weaved his way through the bodies, until finally he stopped. To the side of the street was a busy market stall, providing all manners of imported food goods. Tannon nestled himself firmly in the crowd, a crate of exotic fruit at his side.
"Fifty credits." The merchant responded to another man making a purchase. His hand was propelled forward by the rumbling vibrations in his stomach. Tannon grasped one of the fruits andquickly departed. Sweet, nectar like juices dripped from his chin has he took a bite. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a voice called out. "Stop him!"
Tannon picked up his speed, rounding the corner now. Another bite of the fruit was taken while he resumed to weave through the crowd. He was no longer being discrete, and the crowd reacted in kind. Bodies stopped to watch, hindering his progress. The pursuing party continued to call out, with little effect. A glance was thrown over his shoulder. Three men weren't far behind, big burly ones by the look of them. They were likely hired hands, a result of operating business late into the night. Thud.
The fruit dropped from Tannon's hand as he hit something hard. He watched, hopelessly, as it rolled away from him. He had been careless and ran into a bystander. "There goes dinner." He mumbled to himself. The men were almost to him.