Kinsey Starchaser
Wanderlust
Coruscant - Level 67 shipping district
Kinsey Starchaser cast a surreptitious glance over her shoulder. Feth. They were definitely following her. The Keenjay clan seemed to be more widespread than she'd anticipated. They must've found a way to track her from the university.
Maybe when she'd fenced that student's stolen ship. Hopefully Kurt was okay. Though they'd had a rough start, he'd helped her get out of a pickle.
Good thing he wasn't with her now because things were about to get ugly.
A chubby, large man stepped in front of her path. Tattooed were indicative of Keenjay. Her steps smoothly wandered over to a fruit cart where she pretended to be interested in some partially rotted jubjubs. The man began making a beeline for her, not hiding his intentions. One of his pudgy hands was reaching for a blaster.
"Kark it all...," turning on her heel, she bolted the other way. A blue stun bolt ripped into the fruit stand and the space she just left. She would've felt better if it had been a killbolt, actually.
Kinsey Starchaser cast a surreptitious glance over her shoulder. Feth. They were definitely following her. The Keenjay clan seemed to be more widespread than she'd anticipated. They must've found a way to track her from the university.
Maybe when she'd fenced that student's stolen ship. Hopefully Kurt was okay. Though they'd had a rough start, he'd helped her get out of a pickle.
Good thing he wasn't with her now because things were about to get ugly.
A chubby, large man stepped in front of her path. Tattooed were indicative of Keenjay. Her steps smoothly wandered over to a fruit cart where she pretended to be interested in some partially rotted jubjubs. The man began making a beeline for her, not hiding his intentions. One of his pudgy hands was reaching for a blaster.
"Kark it all...," turning on her heel, she bolted the other way. A blue stun bolt ripped into the fruit stand and the space she just left. She would've felt better if it had been a killbolt, actually.