Fallen Knight
Zeltros
Cas was so over this. This is not how he wanted to spend his birthday, chasing some lousy arms dealer through the trashy neighbourhoods of Zeltros. But alas, here he was. The Padawan had been sent to Zeltros to apprehend some low-level street thug trying to hit the big time with some experimental weapons that could be dangerous if sold to the wrong people, yeah the whole shtick. After tracking this guy down, Risk Haditin, and busting one of his arms deals - Cas managed to apprehend the buyers but the slippery little womp rat managed to make a break for it before he could get to him.So now, he was giving chase. Hot on Risk's tail, Cas chased him through the grimy alley way where the deal was taking place and out into the open streets - Cas bumped through the heavy crowd, trying not to lose sight of the arms dealer. "Stop! You damn nerfherder, you're only making it harder on yourself!" he called out to him, growing increasingly annoyed and frustrated with how this situation went downhill so fast. Seemed this always happens whenever he's without Master Sakadi. As the crowd grew smaller, Risk made a quick turn into another alley way which Cas followed suit - using a grapple gun, Risk traversed on top of a building and continued to make his escape. With an annoyed exhale, Cas used the Force to propel his jump as he used parkour to climb the rest of the small building.
As Cas continued the pursuit, Risk, still fleeing, turned and pulled out a repeating blaster on the Padawan and began shooting in his direction. The teen swiftly pulled out his cyan lightsaber and began deflecting the blaster bolts, managing to redirect one into Risk's leg. Risk then pulled out his grappling gun and leapt from the building and onto street level below, reaching the end of the building, Cas looked down and noticed that Risk was nowhere to be seen "Where'd go? Where did he go?! No, seriously!" he called out to nowhere. Facepalming, he groaned and jumped down to street level.
"Hey, any of you see a human? Dressed like a smuggler, smells like a bantha, probably has a blaster wound on his calve?" he asked, referring to everyone in the street. Luckily for him, they all collectively pointed at a casino across the street from where they were "Wow. Uh... thanks." shocked at how they were so easily willing to squeal on some random guy. Whatever, didn't bother him. With that, Cas made his way toward the casino.
Tess