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The Prodigal Son
Not a second passed, however, before Attom started his craftily escape, running like never before. Dodging bullets were an acquired skill, of course, but it was one of his best. He vaulted an oncoming speeder and activated his thrusters, jolting him into the sky while he directed towards a landing platform. He peeked back and saw an oncoming craft only to be grazed by it's turret seconds later. Rolling over, while still maintaining speed, he drew his blasters and let out burst-after-burst.
"Boss," voice shouted, "it's time to leave! I have a squadron of imperial fighters on my tail." Attom quickly activated his wrist-com and retorted, "Bring the ship around," he growled, "it's time to leave." He slowed his ascent and dropped down onto the hood of the craft, breaking the glass with his weight and throwing the pilot to his doom. "Rayla," Attom growled, "I'm coming to you." He quickly pushed in the controls and sped off further away from the city, following the array of laser fire.
"I don't know if we'll hold together that long, Attom," she retorted, "we've taken quite a few hits." Attom rolled the craft adjacent to the ship. As Rayla looked forward, she could see Attom getting out of the craft and standing on the nose, signaling her to come around. "Lower the ramp," he said sternly. Moments later, a long and sturdy shaft separated from the aircraft as it moved closer to theyoung Hunter. Attom tapped his wrist, thrusting upwards as he caught the ramp and pulled himself into the bay. "I'm in," he yelled out, "take us out." Rayla struggled to get the ship steady as they took fire. Rolling and strafing through the city was harder than it looked and the ship wouldn't last much longer with those fighters on their tail. "Move," he hissed, "prepare to make the jump." Attom flipped the ship on it's side and flew it through a series of structures before reaching the mesosphere of the planet. With one strong push, Rayla forced down the hyper drive handle and the ship jettisoned into space.
"Well," Attom started, "unfortunately, the ship is going to need repairs." "Obviously," Rayla snarled, "where are we headed, Captain?" Attom scratched his chin, contemplating what system would be the best to lay low on. Nar Shadda was the closest Hutt world in their starmap, but the amount of attention they would attract with a Jedi ship, however, was not worth the hassle. He decided to go the extra mile and touch down on the cartel home world, hopefully they would recognize his signature after his disappearance. "We're headed to Hutta." He said as he began cruising towards the crime-ridden home of the Hutts.
Furthermore, after coasting in towards the planet, Attom sent out an ID signature. "This is Dral'Tracen requesting permission to land on Hutta." Hopefully, not likely, someone would recognize the signature and the voice before sending a blaze of fire at them. It had been months since Attom was on Hutta. The last time he was here, he and his counterpart Zane parted ways. Attom didn't explain why he was leaving, only that he was. Although he left so abruptly, Zane mentioned a name, Yuri, he was supposed to be an expert in the cartel. He'd search for him to lower his notoriety, perhaps that is where he would find Zane.
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