Last Westgard Standing
Objective: Help the man
Tag: Ivory Stroud
The sun was slowly calling it a day over the horizon as Silas slowly jogged through the bustling streets of the urban jungle known as coruscant. It wasn't safe to be out at night, but by the time he had finished his exercise, he'd be safely back inside the safe confines of his room. Silas took in the atmosphere around him as he came to a halt near a market stall, two hands on his hips to regain some of his breath. At this point, he had been running for almost an hour nonstop. His breath was deep, but he still had loads of energy in reserve. That was good news, considering he didn't want to be unfit during a mission.
He took a few minutes to curiously glare blankly into the crowd in interest, allowing his mind to wonder as aliens of all kinds went past his vision. However, one seemed to stand out momentarily. Briefly, a body forcefully pushed through the crowd to his right with urgency, desperate and eager to get away from whatever was chasing him. Silas stood up straight and caught sight of him again making his way out of the horde of people, kicking his feet to run as fast as he could. Close behind were three thugs, ones that looked nasty and no nonsense. They had the same urgency as him, other than they were the hunters.
Silas monitored the situation and seemed to be torn on what he was going to do. His main urge was to help him considering it was a three vs one situation, but considering there could be more of them and the fact he didn't know the background regarding their chase it could be very risky. Although, the victim looked weak and harmless just from the sight of him. Whatever they were doing, it certainly wasn't good.
The padawan sighed before following after them, using his nimble approach to weave in and out of the crowd without trouble. Not too far away were the three men, their efforts getting them closer and closer to the victim who was starting to get exhausted from the chase.
Eventually, he chose to break away into a quiet side alley that ultimately led to a dead end, leaving him trapped between a cold concrete wall and the three unforgiving chasers. Turning around, he glared at all three of them in complete horror as he fell back to the floor. From where Silas was standing he seemed to be begging the thugs to let him go in return for some credit. But as expected, they weren't having any of it. Like a pack of dogs, they surrounded the poor man and began stomping on his body. Partly out of revenge and to soften him up for when they brought him back to the boss.
"Hey, get away from him!" Silas voice shouted from behind them as he stood before them, a lightsaber being tightly gripped in his hand "Step away and we won't have any more problems..."