Private Show Stopper (Adean)

[Razmir Tezhyn]

Outer Rim
Small Ecumenopolis World
Gatto-Greed Shopping Complex

Razmir pulled one of the metal hatches on the gravtruck's roof up, barely in time to shield himself as it shattered the glass front of a shopping complex.

The truck broke through and barreled on into the shopping street. Shards exploded out in every direction, injuring several civilians ducking for cover. Behind the truck, a massive hole, roughly the size of a small starship, was left in the glass wall that used to be the main entrance. The truck continued deeper into the shopping complex, but without Razmir.

Several shards had sliced up Razmir's back and legs. The pain, along with the shock of the impact, had dislodged him from the truck and sent him rolling across the floor of the shopping street. He finally slid to a halt after he'd knocked over a few people and hit his back against a pillar.

Moments later, the alarms kicked in. This particular shopping complex had been built by a Rodian company which tended to go a little overboard with security. The entire building, occupying the size of a small city district, came with a particular security measures that allowed it to go into complete lockdown. The protocol had been designed for potential invasions, something this corner of the galaxy rarely saw, and the gravtruck crashing had triggered it. Energy shields materialized where the truck had barrelled through to block the exit, and all other exits were similarly closed off. Within moments the entire complex became a closed-off system, trapping visitors, employees, security, the gravtruck's crew, and Razmir inside.

Razmir groaned. He felt like death, and probably looked the part too. He swore his suit hadn't had any red stripes when he bought it, but now it looked like it had Corellian bloodstripes sewed all over it. He barely managed to sit up, propping himself up on his arm. White-hot pain shot through his entire back, and he hissed.

"F-" his curse was cut off by a crashing sound somewhere in the distance. Most likely the truck, though it had already disappeared deep into the complex.

Raz sighed as he sat propped against a pillar. He began to dig through his suit for a stim. The cheery tune of a nearby Huttaburger became the accompaniment to his misery.

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Razmir Tezhyn

Adean had been enjoying lunch. It was a rare moment that she got to partake in food of her own choosing, oftentimes either stuck with an academy cafeteria or whatever rations a mission provided. Huttaburger was a beacon of normalcy, a brief illusion back to home which, if she thought about it long enough, would end in a grim reminder that there was no home to go back to.

Panatha was gone, yet Huttaburger remained.

She still was on a mission, at least on file. Depending on who asked, she was in the midst of 'independent study' at an academy or an intelligence operation for the Tsis'kar. Every borrowed name had a story. Every identity, a justification. It was exhausting just as much as it was invigorating. It was an ever-growing puzzle to keep herself occupied as she navigated the galaxy.

Adean was leaving Huttaburger, a freshly topped off drink in hand, when the alarms began. Adean was wide-eyed, her lips still wrapped around the straw, as she took in the wreckage before her. What had been minimally decorated benches and walkways of the shopping complex now bore the telltale signs of a craft barreling through bench and plant without a care toward who or what was in its path. Shards of transparisteel sprinkled the area like snow.

She was half tempted to turn around, back into the cheerful nostalgia of fast food.

Spotting what at least used to be a suited figure, looking particularly worse for wear, curiosity beckoned the woman forward. A dark brow rose as she took in his injuries. "You good?" Was all she could muster, knowing very much that he was anything but.

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

The initial pinprick of the stimpack's needle barely hurt once all that bacta entered into his bloodstream. The pain dulled, and his mind became free to take in the world around him again. He was still a bit dizzy, jumping off a truck going high speeds through a—he checked the buildings around him—a shopping district tended to have that effect.

The crippling pain let up enough that he felt comfortable attempting to stand. He was shaky, and he had to hold the nearby pillar for support, but he managed to climb to his feet.

The truck had long disappeared, leaving behind only a trail of destruction where it had barreled through stalls and trees or even grazed the occasional storefront. While the Huttaburger had remained unharmed, the same couldn't be said for the Gung Pao Wak. That particular storefront had been reduced to a mess of cables and sparks. But no sign of the truck, anywhere.

"I am, thank you for asking," Raz replied to the stranger, ever one to be polite even if he had a headache that put him in a thoroughly disagreeable mood.

"You didn't happen to see which way that truck turned on that intersection up ahead, did you?"

Adean Castor

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Razmir Tezhyn

Adean blinked once, twice. For someone who looked as rough as he did, the formerly suited fellow was surprisingly casual and even more surprisingly polite given his current state. There were few Adean would expect such a reaction from: Sith (albeit less polite), Jedi (probably less injured), and crime lords, at least those she'd seen in fiction. None of those were ideal, with two decidedly more terrifying than the third.

"Uh, yeah, it screeched to the left," she answered, brow still furrowed as she took in the question. "Surely you're not going after it, are you?"

Evidence of the truck's mayhem could still be heard, crashes and screeches growing distant and then overtaken by sirens as security forces and emergency services were no doubt moving in.

Reflexively, a hand drifted to her belt, sliding the clip of her lightsaber further along the leather to better hide within her casual cloak. The weapon itself was hidden within a larger pouch - she didn't exactly want to advertise her assigned allegiances, especially when operating on her own - but nevertheless, if she could avoid an inspection, she absolutely would. Her other weapons, alchemized daggers, had similar pouches, though discovering them would be far less damning.