Too Stubborn To Die
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tag: Open to a Jedi
As Gatz threw himself from the railing, dark cloak trailing behind him, he wondered if any of his friends would care enough to arrange his funeral procession.
His boots hit the metal catwalk below with a thud, and he tucked into a roll to prevent his ankles from fracturing. Blaster fire pinged off of metal flooring behind him, and Gatz threw himself into a frenzied sprint to get himself out of its path. It would have been child's play to spin around and ignite his lightsaber, but the two thugs firing at him were only the precursor of the several dozen gunmen still in the old abandoned steel factory. And as talented as Gatz was with a lightsaber, fighting several dozen gunmen at range was still a bit of an ask.
He never should have come back to Nar Shaddaa. But a little girl had been kidnapped, right out of her house in his hometown of Theed. What kind of man would he have been if he'd just ignored that?
Not the kind he was trying to be.
Gatz tucked around a corner, and squeezed himself behind some old, rotten piping in Nar Shaddaa's industrial district. He didn't have time for a breather, but he'd been running nonstop, and if he didn't take a break now he might just pass out in the street. As he stood there, doubled over and panting, he checked his commlink again. He'd radioed for help several times—but both Naboo and Nar Shaddaa were independent worlds, and thus technically outside the jurisdiction of both the Galactic Alliance and Jedi Order.
He'd called for help anyways, to both the temple itself and his friends. So far, he hadn't heard anything back. But then, he had landed on his commlink after a particularly bad fall to avoid gunfire, so it might be a little more broken than it looked.
Either way, for the moment, he was on his own. And probably fucked.