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Coruscant wasn't always the shining jewel that some tried to make it out to be. Buried beneath the surface of all that permacrete were streets and alleyways shrouded in darkness. A place that never saw the sun, and everything was bathed in the dull glow of street lights. This was the perfect place for societies less fortunate and less favorable to thrive. Where the strong preyed on the weak and unlucky. Tonight, however, someone had taken to hunting the hunters.
The silence that filled the alleyway was broken by the sound of muffled blaster shots. Above the alleyway, a window shattered as two bodies came through it. One was holding a blaster and was firing rounds back into the building. The shooters arm was wrapped around the second body, using it as a shield. Both beings tumbled towards the ground below, the shooter barely rolling the second being in front of her before they made impact. A resounding thud filled the alleyway as the hit, then remained completely still. Cautiously, the first being rolled of her voluntary shield and shakily made it to her knees. She hurt, everywhere, even her prosthetics seemed to protest in pain against her movement. Her black and green cybernetic eyes flashed like old neon lights as they re adjusted themselves. The damage she had taken was becoming more apparent, not just from the fall but the fight before hand. Her left side burned, a piece of metal rod had pierced her right prosthetic forearm, and her left leg muscles felt slightly strained. She glanced up from where she had fallen as a thought crossed her mind. "Out of the fire I guess." The sound of voices from the broken window brought her attention back to danger. Once again it was time to run from the flames.
The woman made her way through the narrow corridors and alleyways as fast as her injured body would allow. Her right forearm was badly damaged, enough so the cybernetics could barely even make a fist, and her left side felt like someone was holding a hot iron to it. She had lost track of where she was, and getting a tracking location back to her ships location was impossible in such a place as this. One thing was for certain, she needed to rest. She was still in danger, but pushing herself to hard could be just as dangerous. Moving down several more twists and turns before arriving onto a main bustling street. She tried her best to blend in before pushing her way into a small cantina. A Grey haze drifted over the semi lit room that had a handful or two of beings in it. As best she could, she moved to a corner both and sat down. She had to plan her next move carefully. First thing was first though, she had to find a way to patch herself up.
The silence that filled the alleyway was broken by the sound of muffled blaster shots. Above the alleyway, a window shattered as two bodies came through it. One was holding a blaster and was firing rounds back into the building. The shooters arm was wrapped around the second body, using it as a shield. Both beings tumbled towards the ground below, the shooter barely rolling the second being in front of her before they made impact. A resounding thud filled the alleyway as the hit, then remained completely still. Cautiously, the first being rolled of her voluntary shield and shakily made it to her knees. She hurt, everywhere, even her prosthetics seemed to protest in pain against her movement. Her black and green cybernetic eyes flashed like old neon lights as they re adjusted themselves. The damage she had taken was becoming more apparent, not just from the fall but the fight before hand. Her left side burned, a piece of metal rod had pierced her right prosthetic forearm, and her left leg muscles felt slightly strained. She glanced up from where she had fallen as a thought crossed her mind. "Out of the fire I guess." The sound of voices from the broken window brought her attention back to danger. Once again it was time to run from the flames.
The woman made her way through the narrow corridors and alleyways as fast as her injured body would allow. Her right forearm was badly damaged, enough so the cybernetics could barely even make a fist, and her left side felt like someone was holding a hot iron to it. She had lost track of where she was, and getting a tracking location back to her ships location was impossible in such a place as this. One thing was for certain, she needed to rest. She was still in danger, but pushing herself to hard could be just as dangerous. Moving down several more twists and turns before arriving onto a main bustling street. She tried her best to blend in before pushing her way into a small cantina. A Grey haze drifted over the semi lit room that had a handful or two of beings in it. As best she could, she moved to a corner both and sat down. She had to plan her next move carefully. First thing was first though, she had to find a way to patch herself up.