Flyboy
Gelto City Streets
In Vicinity Of: [member="Choli Vyn"] l [member="Ava Cartwright"] l [member="Asmus Janes"]
Wedge had been shot down before. So when there was a brief, bright flash in the night sky, everything in his body tensed up. He blinked several times, rapidly. He knew what was coming. It was how he was able to double back so quickly. His extraction was to come later, him and a couple of intelligence operatives.
He spotted them before the patrol vehicle did. The turret on the vehicle, sporting both a machine gun and a searchlight, came too close to them. Wedge had to do something, and quickly. Wedge took the Verpine pistol (he never did like blasters, felt they were unreliable- and not as deadly), and turned it to a nearby street window. Three little poofs later, and the window was shattered, and the inhabitants were screaming about thieves.
The patrol vehicle veered off to investigate it. Giving his fellow pilots enough leeway. He ushered them with his hands, trying to coax them to get the hell out of there. The safehouse was getting closer and closer- and the injured man they were carrying wouldn't be doing too well for too much longer if they kept him without at least some form of medical attention.
Wedge's heart was racing, but he kept a calm exterior. He had always kept a calm exterior, through it all.
In Vicinity Of: [member="Choli Vyn"] l [member="Ava Cartwright"] l [member="Asmus Janes"]
Wedge had been shot down before. So when there was a brief, bright flash in the night sky, everything in his body tensed up. He blinked several times, rapidly. He knew what was coming. It was how he was able to double back so quickly. His extraction was to come later, him and a couple of intelligence operatives.
He spotted them before the patrol vehicle did. The turret on the vehicle, sporting both a machine gun and a searchlight, came too close to them. Wedge had to do something, and quickly. Wedge took the Verpine pistol (he never did like blasters, felt they were unreliable- and not as deadly), and turned it to a nearby street window. Three little poofs later, and the window was shattered, and the inhabitants were screaming about thieves.
The patrol vehicle veered off to investigate it. Giving his fellow pilots enough leeway. He ushered them with his hands, trying to coax them to get the hell out of there. The safehouse was getting closer and closer- and the injured man they were carrying wouldn't be doing too well for too much longer if they kept him without at least some form of medical attention.
Wedge's heart was racing, but he kept a calm exterior. He had always kept a calm exterior, through it all.