Things were really not running smoothly for Pidge Batana. In fact, very few occurrences could make the situation worse. She had never thought her job would involve real danger, yet here she was cornered by two thugs with blasters pointed at her head. It was certainly not the polite, legal behavior she expected from her customers. It was only her second year running her tech business underground, and yet she had thought she was prepared for being conned. Apparently, she was not. The two men, one human and one mirilan, were supposed to be her customer, Zed Rizzole and Mar Lipman. Except that those were likely not their true names, and they were trying to rob her rather than buy from her.
The one supposedly named Zed pressed his blaster closer. “Hand that chip over. Now. This is your last chance. “ Pidge inhaled deeply and slowly drew something out from under her vest. She quickly scanned the area for any security holo is recorders. There were none, conveniently enough for the thieves. Quickly now, she finished drawing out her blaster. However, she had no time to shoot. Mar had seen her and given her a stun shot straight to the chest before she could aim. Pidge collapsed.
Pidge’s head throbbed and she felt as if every nerve in her body had been fried. She felt cold duracrete under her cheek. As she gingerly shifted to seated position, she took stock of her surrounding. She still had her blaster, somehow, but the 250 credit chip was gone, as was her wallet. A sharp pain had shot up her left leg. By the strange angle it was positioned, she assumed it was broken. Trying to straighten it made her vision wash red. Well, I suppose the thugs didn’t want me running off getting the security.
Pidge tried not to think too hard about the fact she was alone, helpless, and stranded as she pulled herself forward towards the street desperately on her elbows.
The one supposedly named Zed pressed his blaster closer. “Hand that chip over. Now. This is your last chance. “ Pidge inhaled deeply and slowly drew something out from under her vest. She quickly scanned the area for any security holo is recorders. There were none, conveniently enough for the thieves. Quickly now, she finished drawing out her blaster. However, she had no time to shoot. Mar had seen her and given her a stun shot straight to the chest before she could aim. Pidge collapsed.
Pidge’s head throbbed and she felt as if every nerve in her body had been fried. She felt cold duracrete under her cheek. As she gingerly shifted to seated position, she took stock of her surrounding. She still had her blaster, somehow, but the 250 credit chip was gone, as was her wallet. A sharp pain had shot up her left leg. By the strange angle it was positioned, she assumed it was broken. Trying to straighten it made her vision wash red. Well, I suppose the thugs didn’t want me running off getting the security.
Pidge tried not to think too hard about the fact she was alone, helpless, and stranded as she pulled herself forward towards the street desperately on her elbows.