
“Kark. Feth. Farkling!”
It was not a good day to be Aveline. She was hurt, people were chasing her, and her lightsaber was missing. I just made that thing too… Fething… Feth! This was not okay.
A blaster bolt took out a pice of the wall right above her head. She fell down into a crouch, hands above her head as pebbles and dust settled about her. “Ooh Sithspit!” She’d had it. She really had had it.
Aveline barely made it around the corner and into the alley before another volley dug up the dirt where she’d just stood. No time thinking about that now. She started running.
This had been the pattern of the last two days. Ever since she’d unintentionally stumbled into this viper’s nest, she’d gone from hiding, thinking she’s safe, only to be discovered and have to run and hide all over again. Set, repeat.
She was tired.
The end of the alley led her into a dead end. But the young Padawan still had some fight in her. She eyed the narrow walls all the way up to the roof. She could make it.
With a deep breath, drawing upon what little energy she had left, guided by the will of the Force Aveline leapt. She made it about halfway up, hands clutching and grasping at a rugged wall. She kicked off again, and once more, bouncing from one side to the other until she managed to pull herself up to the top.
This side of Arkania was pretty from up here, but Aveline didn’t have the time to appreciate that. Slowly she stood, looking back down. She saw the first three pursuers who made it into the alley. One lifted his blaster, but the other stayed his hand. Instead he shouted something into a comms unit.
Moments later, in the distance, Aveline could see two speeder bikes rising. She just knew they meant to come for her.
Aveline could cry. She knew what was coming. She would have to fight. But not here, not yet. She started running, leaping from one rooftop to the next, sprinting atop the houses, looking for a way down, a way to safety or to turn the tables.