Cryme Tyme
Coruscant, 16:30 local time
Coruscant, 16:30 local time
Picture one teenager, wandering through the busy streets of the Alliance's capital planet without a care in the world. Picture the tie-dye hoodie, two sizes too large, in a cacophony of colours that could constitute a war crime. Picture the satchel bag batting against her hip as she walks, clasps jingling with promise. Picture the fact that Sabatha Layne, teenager of no great note and barely qualifed Padawan, was too busy listening to music on her headphones to notice that she was being followed.
It's something that happens to a great many people, especially if they're too busy singing along to the solo from a musical. Sabatha turned down a different street, pulling away from the throng of people. It was quieter there, pressed between the huge buildings. Just a few people, cutting through in an attempt to reach the main avenues with pace. The kind of little street that Sabatha would have walked down hundreds of times on Empress Teta.
Except this time, there was a tug on her bag. Something yanked hard and she felt the strap slip off her shoulder before she could react. Her eyes widened as she turned to look, hand moving to clutch at the top. Someone in a jacket had his thick hands on her bag, pulling harder. Sab gasped, trying to clutch on as best as she could. She tried to plant her feet on the ground but whoever this thief was, they were a lot stronger than her. Sab's feet dragged across the floor a few inches before she felt the bag start to slip from her fingers. She yanked back, in a last desperate attempt to seize her stuff...
Unfortunately, all she managed to do was pull her bag open. Some of her things spilled out, including a journal and a datapad. The other stuff rattled as the thief pulled, taking the bag from her. He dashed off as quick as he could, clearly experienced at this. Sab couldn't just let him get away. Scrambling up, her shoes squeaked on the Coruscant street as she dashed after him, bursting out onto a busy main street.
"Hey!" she yelled out, trying to jump up over the crowd and see the thief. She caught sight of his dirty, brown hood as he stalked through the crowds, darting between people. He was better at this than her. "Hey!! HEEEY!!! He's got my... he's getting... he's got my stuff!" Sab yelled in vain, feeling the distance grow wider. Soon enough, she'd lost sight of him and...
"Well... crap." Sab slumped against the wall of a cafe, trying to hold back the tears. Sixteen years, not a single thing stolen. First couple of days on Coruscant, her whole bag was snatched. It wasn't a cheap bag, either. She'd had her credit chit in there. She'd had her keys in there. Worst of all...
"I left my Temple ident in there, didn't I," she muttered aloud to herself. Of course it was. Where else would she put it? Not safe in her hoodie, but in the easily-stolen satchel bag. She wondered if there was another padawan in history who lost their ident and details in like, two days of arriving. Maybe they'd just stamp 'IDIOT' on her head and ship her back home.