Character
Lossa Aureus
They could hear her boots splashing the standing rainwater, hear her wheezing. She ran and so they gave chase.
Underworld mercenaries had been decked out in corpsec armour and were being paid for every fugitive they caught. To keep the credits flowing they were grabbing anyone who might have gone to ground during the lockdown.
The terms of their deal were particularly fortuitous. If anyone admitted any kind of association with Darkwire then they were paid.
"Stop running!"
They had set up a processing centre fifteen levels up. Too high for Darkwire sabateurs, too far down for the haughty jedi to interrupt their work. They'd forced confessions from civilians who probably had nothing to do with Darkwire.
A filmed, digitally signed confession that could not be repudiated as fake was enough to be paid.
They were gaining on her. The soft hum of a blaster being powered up cut through the patter of rainfall.
Snap-hiss
Beyond the girl, a silver lightsaber blade lit up. The four men slowed, shouldering their weapons.
"Jedi got no jurisdiction here!" called out the leader of the team. The face behind the blade was young. He wasn't going to be intimidated by a youth.
"Not a jedi," came the stern reply. "Piss off."