G O N E
RUN BOY RUN
OLD TOWN, CORONET CITY, CORELLIA
OBJECTIVE: UNCLEAR
EQUIPMENT:
ORANGE LIGHTSABER | JEDI JUMPSUIT
TAGS:
Viers Connory
Kir hastily turned round, checking if he was being followed. This place was a recipe for ease, the dark, industrial make of the area set a precedent for what most of Old Town was going to be like. Dark, dingy and decrepit. Checking his right leg, he was satisfied with how much it had healed. He was extremely lucky that the shuttle had a first aid kit inbuilt, otherwise who knows what types of opportunistic infections he could have caught just from being here too long.
He'd been to Corellia, many times before, it was his birthplace. He had been born in Coronet and had the most experiences there, the glitzy, modern jewel of the Core Worlds. What people thought about when they thought Corellia. But this place served to prove that preconceived notion wrong, in fact it turned it right on its head. To be fair, every city in the galaxy had some sort of place like this, a place to dump the leftovers, a place for those who couldn't afford the nice apartments in the city proper. The downtrodden of the galaxy.
Slightly hobbling as he walked, he made sure to take notice of the distinct architecture of this part of down. All of it seemed so depressing, he was aware that right now was never a good time to be out, which was why the abandoned streets seemed so menacing. The towers loomed over him, the flickering lights like eyes, blinking at him momentarily, getting quick glimpses at him.
The street lights had long since shattered, with only the billboards providing some sort of illumination to guide him tow where he needed to be. Many were advertisements to the various cantinas that lined the place, but by now, even such places which he'd expect fights to be breaking out, seemed devoid and empty. It was unsettling to say the very least.
Kir soon came up towards a long bridge, that stretched out for a good few metres. Like the rest of the Industrial Centre of Old Town, it was deserted, life was a myth here. A pang of hunger went through him and he placed a palm on his stomach, he hadn't eaten for a good while, and it might be a while before he'd eat again. Hunger hurt, and he now began to put himself in the shoes of those who lived here.
Tired and hungry were understatements that could not truly explain the breadth of his predicament. His footsteps made slightly metallic noises as he trudged along, wallowing in self pity. He peered down over the railing, a multi-kilometre drop, the apartments lining the plunge. The young force user felt slightly nauseous and so continued to hobble along, as fast his could, as to not lag behind. Timing wasn't his ally in this task, more that it was actively working against his goal.
Pungent odours were prevalent here, he wrinkled his nose at them, shaking his head in disgust. That sense of danger that often kept him alive was causing a ringing in his mind. Slight metallic footsteps got louder as they approached him, gradually increasing it tone. Grunts, likely in frustration could be heard. The next time he listened out for the steps, they were quick, metallic rings in quick succession.
He didn't even get to see their face. Making a quick one-eighty, he was met with a large green fist to the face, as collapsed, smacking face first into the pavement. Taking a few seconds to recover, on the floor, he went into the prone position, grabbing his lightsaber, only for it to be kicked out of his hands, by a black boot from what he could see, he watched with horror as it rolled into the road, readying him for another attack.
That same black boot that had discarded his lightsaber found its way to his chest, winding him, as he turned over and was finally able to get a good look at his assailants. The low-light obscured his vision, but he was able to make out the hissing of a Trandoshan and the hoarse grunts of the heavy-set Gammorean. He gulped in fear as two more assailants came rushing to the aid of the other two.
"The huuuummmmaan. Any valuablesssssss?"
A grunted reply came back from the Gammorean, and their friends arrived to come and help the others check.
Using his hands to push off and trying and get on even footing with the attackers, he was swiped by the green scaled Trandoshan, and buckled once more, his face meeting the rough floor. The world span around him as he attempted to get his senses back in order.
Kir coughed up some red liquid as two furry hands grabbed him, and he was lifted up into the air, another bodyslam was expected and he shut his eyes tight and expected the worst..