Too Stubborn To Die
Gatz turned a corner at full sprint, narrowly dodging blaster fire, and making an attempt to escape down a dark alley. He'd thought if he stuck to the upper levels of Coruscant, he'd be safe. But judging by the Rodian with the stupidly floppy hat chasing him down, that assumption had clearly been incorrect. Even in the heart of civilization, some bounty hunters were bold enough to try and claim a bounty. He really shouldn't have been surprised: the last time he was on Coruscant, a hunter had nearly killed him.
He should never have left New Cov.
A tremor in the Force, and Gatz threw himself to the right, evading another shot that would have caught him in the middle of his back. That would have been fatal, and it certainly got his blood pumping. He ripped his own blaster pistol from his thigh holster, but he couldn't chance taking a shot: even this alleyway had people in it, and he refused to be responsible for killing someone with a misfire. So instead, he made another sharp turn around a building, and tucked the blaster away once more.
He couldn't run forever, of course. Gatz was just hoping he could run longer than his attacker. Either that, or he needed to find somewhere secluded where he didn't have to worry about a shootout hurting other people. But on Coruscant's crowded lower levels, he didn't think a place like that would be easy to find. So, running away like a lothcat was his only current option. Gatz tucked around a third corner, and then a fourth. He didn't allow himself to slow, not until he could no longer hear the Rodian's rushed footsteps following after him.
When he finally came to a stop it was in yet another alley, and he doubled over behind a dumpster, panting as though he'd just run a marathon. Which, considering he'd evaded his bounty hunter all the way from the upper levels to all the way down here, was a pretty apt comparison.
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