What was supposed to have been little more than a quick refuel had turned chaotic in the blink of an eye. They'd only left the spaceport in order to find a diner to lay low in until the ship was ready to fly again, somewhere to grab a bite to eat and stretch their legs without running into the more seedier establishments or individuals who called Mon Gazza home; things hadn't quite gone to plan.
In an instance the streets had erupted into unforeseen riots and Auraya was quickly separated from her Master. It was all she could do to avoid being trampled or mowed down, and by the luck of the Force she'd been able to navigate her way into a side street to hide out the worst of it. Truth be told she was struggling to even comprehend what was happening or why, it wasn't as though she'd been present for such things before. Her heart hammered against her chest, and each time she hazarded a glance out from her narrow refuge the chaos continued to reign.
No sign of Davron.
Force, she hoped he was okay. Ordinarily she'd never be so concerned about a Jedi Knight, but her Master couldn't exactly see now could he? Still, it made sense to wait until it died down at least a little before heading into the fray to search for him.
Or maybe that was just her fear talking.
As a particularly rowdy group passed the alleyway she shied further back into the darkness, and then turned to assess her options. Eyes drifted upward, searching for a way to get to the top of the buildings at her side, perhaps a better vantage point would help. "Who are you kidding?" she muttered to herself. "You'd just fall and break your neck."
Not that they were even particularly tall buildings, this wasn't a full blown cityscape after all. In fact most seemed pretty run down. Still, she couldn't justify cowering away like this forever.
Lukas