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Having hijacked a speeder further in the city, and having decided that he had had enough of the sith for one day, Rhoc zipped through the streets on his stolen vehicle. He was doing his damndest to stay away from the thick of the battle where he could, though he wasn't above ramming the occasional Sacred Band soldier who decided to take potshots at the escaping alien.
As he traveled, he noted that the ground was gradually rising up, leading to the higher ground that was the capital district. Up ahead, the dome of the senate building came into view.
As expected, the Sith army seemed its' most concentrated here. The nautolan narrowed his eyes. But more importantly, it was probably where the more influential figures still on the planet were probably hiding out. There was no way in hell anyone here would be left behind. If things turned from bad to worse, this would be the place to be.
From the looks of things, the Sith were still battling for entrance into the building. Good. He'd blow straight past the senate building and bypass having to get mixed up with all the fighting. Ideally, he'd find cover somewhere nearby and just wait for everything to sort itself out. Failing that, he'd offer himself as a fighter and spill a bit of his blood in hopes the Republic would give him a spare seat or spot in the cargo hold whenever transport for the stragglers came around.
...
The nautolan inhaled slightly and clucked his tongue.
What a shitty plan.
But he'd gone this far. No point in going back to the drawing board.
With a twist of the gear shift, Rhoc revved the engine of the speeder, jolting the machine to a higher speed. The roaring speeder flew straight over the heads of the Sith army, not giving any of them enough time to ask themselves what the f*ck just flew overhead, let alone use their force-voodo in an attempt to stop him. And that part of his plan seemed to be working great. That was, until he found himself having to shift his flight path to accommodate a set of speeders seemingly just chilling half-a-dozen meters above the ground. His own speeder was caught up in the field of force manipulation, slowing almost to a halt.
He had a moment to think, Oh piss, not again, before him and the rest of the lot were force-lobbed forward towards the senate building.
To the speeder's rider, it looked like the sky and the ground were doing wild somersaults over his head for a few seconds as the engine kicked back in and he was sent careening in wild loops. The speeder and its' alien rider crashed right through an upper-floor window and part of its' wall.
The unlucky rider was thrown off in the crash, landing in a heap on the senate floor a ways away from the wreck of a speeder, still weakly whirring on as it gently nosed against one of the senate's stone walls. Slowly picking himself up off the ground, the alien who just crashed in groaned in a mixture of agony as his broken rib reminded him that it was indeed still broken, and frustration that fate had once again decided to ruin his plans.
As he traveled, he noted that the ground was gradually rising up, leading to the higher ground that was the capital district. Up ahead, the dome of the senate building came into view.
As expected, the Sith army seemed its' most concentrated here. The nautolan narrowed his eyes. But more importantly, it was probably where the more influential figures still on the planet were probably hiding out. There was no way in hell anyone here would be left behind. If things turned from bad to worse, this would be the place to be.
From the looks of things, the Sith were still battling for entrance into the building. Good. He'd blow straight past the senate building and bypass having to get mixed up with all the fighting. Ideally, he'd find cover somewhere nearby and just wait for everything to sort itself out. Failing that, he'd offer himself as a fighter and spill a bit of his blood in hopes the Republic would give him a spare seat or spot in the cargo hold whenever transport for the stragglers came around.
...
The nautolan inhaled slightly and clucked his tongue.
What a shitty plan.
But he'd gone this far. No point in going back to the drawing board.
With a twist of the gear shift, Rhoc revved the engine of the speeder, jolting the machine to a higher speed. The roaring speeder flew straight over the heads of the Sith army, not giving any of them enough time to ask themselves what the f*ck just flew overhead, let alone use their force-voodo in an attempt to stop him. And that part of his plan seemed to be working great. That was, until he found himself having to shift his flight path to accommodate a set of speeders seemingly just chilling half-a-dozen meters above the ground. His own speeder was caught up in the field of force manipulation, slowing almost to a halt.
He had a moment to think, Oh piss, not again, before him and the rest of the lot were force-lobbed forward towards the senate building.
To the speeder's rider, it looked like the sky and the ground were doing wild somersaults over his head for a few seconds as the engine kicked back in and he was sent careening in wild loops. The speeder and its' alien rider crashed right through an upper-floor window and part of its' wall.
The unlucky rider was thrown off in the crash, landing in a heap on the senate floor a ways away from the wreck of a speeder, still weakly whirring on as it gently nosed against one of the senate's stone walls. Slowly picking himself up off the ground, the alien who just crashed in groaned in a mixture of agony as his broken rib reminded him that it was indeed still broken, and frustration that fate had once again decided to ruin his plans.
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