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Even in the distant atmosphere Hiro could see the orange and smoke billowing from the charred city-world of Coruscant. Slowly he turned away having enough data on that monstrous sight then he could properly digest. As he turned he spotted the other men and women he came to work with on this day. Each and every one of them armed differently from their sidearms to their expression, all for the same job. For all these people and the ship they rode on were the last and only hope for some of higher ups who would rather go down with the sinking ship that was the Alliance, but changed their mind when they felt the icy water. Each and every member of the mission expected an exorbitant reward, thus the usual types who exchanged their lives for rewards were present and abundant on board.
All at once the droid felt one with them yet apart and distinct. Even though some hid it under Mandolorian visors or feigned smiles, Hiro could determine from the angles of their bodies, the twitch of their hands, their sweat in the coldness of space. These people were terrified. All the while Hiro didn't fear death, he couldn't be touched by it. Deactivation yes, but what he feared most was losing his memory again. He didn't even know how much time had been lost or what kind of bot he had been before he awoke in the sandstorm on that abandoned rock, to lose himself again might be too much for the droid. Then again if he had truly lost his memories, perhaps that was not the first time it had occurred. That possibility, allowed Hiro to feel fear alongside the others.
Entering the atmosphere on a presumably abandoned edge of town wasn't enough to fool the invading Imperium, large buckshots of anti air flak filled the sky forcing the ship to duck and dive in all manner. Hiro's robotic grip practically bent the beam of the ship he clung to as others bucked about or managed to strap themselves in. Eventually the ship got below firing range and managed to slip into the relative safety of the urban sprawl. Intensive breathing filled the cabin, Hiro often wondered about that, did they really need more oxygen, or were they just trying to prove to themselves that they could still breathe.
As the ship landed on one of the few buildings still standing, the door opened revealing the muffled sound of war. Explosions and gun fire colored the smoky sky their thunderous noise coming a second after the flash. A man-made thunder storm, but no rain to payback the carnage, to wash away the blood. Without wasting another logic cycle Hiro produced his speeder from the freighter's hold as did many of the other hunters, one in particular producing a small swoop bike. As they came to the lip of the hold they were given a holodisc with their mark to rescue and went off into the black of the night. Hiro received his and internally revealed it to be a Besalisk business man named Dexsalisk Jex, a man who had deep economic ties with the jedi and certain criminal elements, a double whammy in the eyes of the Imperium. Noting his last known location Hiro turned on his GPS functionality and noting its faulty nature due to the interference caused by the space battle above deactivated it, producing a city map instead. As the beacon of his last known location came into view, Hiro wasted now time. Vaulting off the building and heading into the deep abyss of the streets, he looked nowhere but forward, looking forward to the moment he could get off this sinking ship.
All at once the droid felt one with them yet apart and distinct. Even though some hid it under Mandolorian visors or feigned smiles, Hiro could determine from the angles of their bodies, the twitch of their hands, their sweat in the coldness of space. These people were terrified. All the while Hiro didn't fear death, he couldn't be touched by it. Deactivation yes, but what he feared most was losing his memory again. He didn't even know how much time had been lost or what kind of bot he had been before he awoke in the sandstorm on that abandoned rock, to lose himself again might be too much for the droid. Then again if he had truly lost his memories, perhaps that was not the first time it had occurred. That possibility, allowed Hiro to feel fear alongside the others.
Entering the atmosphere on a presumably abandoned edge of town wasn't enough to fool the invading Imperium, large buckshots of anti air flak filled the sky forcing the ship to duck and dive in all manner. Hiro's robotic grip practically bent the beam of the ship he clung to as others bucked about or managed to strap themselves in. Eventually the ship got below firing range and managed to slip into the relative safety of the urban sprawl. Intensive breathing filled the cabin, Hiro often wondered about that, did they really need more oxygen, or were they just trying to prove to themselves that they could still breathe.
As the ship landed on one of the few buildings still standing, the door opened revealing the muffled sound of war. Explosions and gun fire colored the smoky sky their thunderous noise coming a second after the flash. A man-made thunder storm, but no rain to payback the carnage, to wash away the blood. Without wasting another logic cycle Hiro produced his speeder from the freighter's hold as did many of the other hunters, one in particular producing a small swoop bike. As they came to the lip of the hold they were given a holodisc with their mark to rescue and went off into the black of the night. Hiro received his and internally revealed it to be a Besalisk business man named Dexsalisk Jex, a man who had deep economic ties with the jedi and certain criminal elements, a double whammy in the eyes of the Imperium. Noting his last known location Hiro turned on his GPS functionality and noting its faulty nature due to the interference caused by the space battle above deactivated it, producing a city map instead. As the beacon of his last known location came into view, Hiro wasted now time. Vaulting off the building and heading into the deep abyss of the streets, he looked nowhere but forward, looking forward to the moment he could get off this sinking ship.