Cadan was sprinting through the busy streets of Coruscant, his burnt, bloodied and shot up trench coat was flapping in the wind behind him. His trenchcoat clung to his
Red Raven Shot Caller Armor, the armor wore the scares of battle, much like the face underneath the helmet. Going up the right side of his face was a series of burns and scars. Bouncing around, attached to the right side of his leg was a
DL-18, the words "Sunshine" could bee seen sketched into the handle. He wore two wrist mounted weapons, on his left wrist a
M99 Rocket system and on his right a
CZ Wrist-Mounted Flame Projector. On his back, bouncing with each step was a
Red Raven Gauss Rifle equipped with an
Augmented Shooting Tool.
Cadan thought back on the events that had led him to this. He had successfully smuggled spice onto this damned planet, and was selling it to all of these 'respectable' business people. They wanted it for the after party of some supermodels. Who? Cadan didn't know, and he didn't care, unless the supermodel was a Twi'lek...
The Spice Lord was ducking and weaving through alleys, his breaths coming in quick wheezes. Maybe he should give up smoking? Cadan shook that thought away, smoking was harmless!
With a quick look behind him, Cadan saw that the chaser seemed to have disappeared. The pirate stood for a breather.
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