Trouble in the Big City (Invite)

[Santoro]

((Continuation from another thread.))

Aevis nodded wearily as the stranger spoke, his temples throbbing. He disengaged his lightsaber and clipped it on the back of his belt once more, leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh. He looked to the Rodian and his first aid kit, then shook his head.

"Not now." He patted his wound again and twitched in silent agony, tucking his robe over the blood to help slow it. He looked into the apartment, then back out in the hallway.

"Automatic fire in this sector will cause a commotion," he said rather quickly. "We've only got a couple minutes before security arrives. What's your name, kid?" He poked his head around the corner again, to the stranger.

"And yours?"

 

[Beanie]

"I'm Lomose Rias." The rodian said. "Hold on a sec then I'll be ready to go.

He packed all of his stuff into a backpack and put Taarj onto a bed so it looked like the Twi'lek was asleep.
He ran out into the hall again. "I'm ready.

 

[Izz]

Archon stepped out of the apartment.

"I'm Archon Redd." he said simply. His datapad buzzed, and he grabbed it and flipped it open. A new message scrolled across the screen.

Redd - Sorry, the deal's off. CSF intervention. I can't say much more right now, I'm under a lot of blaster fire.

The message repeated itself, continuously rolling past his eyes on the small screen

"Dammit!" Archon swore silently. "I have a freighter not far from here. It can get us as far away from here as possible while still staying on the surface."

 

[Santoro]

Great, a street thug and... An armed thug. Wonderful crowd for a Jedi noncom to be mixed with. He sighed at nothing in particular, and pushed off the wall, hunched and with a palm over his wound.

"Let's get going, then. Shuttle to my ship and I can get us through customs without a hitch... And, since you," he said, turning to the Rodian. "or at least your pal there... Will be fugitives, sounds like you need work. I could use a crew."

Without waiting for a response, Aevis began walking forward at a greatly reduced pace, hobbling down the hallway and towards the turbolift.

"Of course, Mr. Archon Redd, two ships are better than one."

He turned the corner.

 

[Beanie]

Lomose was having blurred vision, he was so tired.
"Only a few more minutes, then you can sleep."
He ran back into the apartment one more time, gathering all of Tarrj's stuff and putting it into another backpack.
"Archon!" Lomose yelled. "You think you can carry a Twi'lek to your ship? I'll link our comms and fly my ship, we can all meet somewhere else."

 

[Izz]

Archon turned to the Rodian. He opened his mouth, almost saying "No. I'm traveling alone," when he remembered his acquaintance's trouble with the CSF.

Don't want to get caught alone by the Coruscanti Security Force, should they come for me...

"Alright, I'll do that. Once we're airbourne we can decide on a meeting place."

Archon got the strange feeling that he shouldn't be getting himself involved, but he still proceeded to hoist the Twi'lek over his shoulder. A grunt escaped his lips as he did so.

Either I'm out of shape, or this guy needs to lay off the glazecake...

He tried to be as quiet as possible as he walked down the hallway and around the corner and headed for his ship.

 

[Santoro]

Aevis simply followed the pair, glaring down curious eyes in the hallway. What a trio. He glanced to his chrono, growing a little concerned. A large time span had gone by since he'd commed Vilo... He shrugged. Jedi are busy people.

 

[Beanie]

Lomose had run onto the landing pad where he parked his freighter, he saw Archon carrying the unconcious Twi'lek. His ship was here too, A freighter, like Lomose's, seemed like a better model though. He turned around, the wounded jedi was still following them. Lomose had kept watching him to make sure his wound wasn't becoming to bad.
"What a trio." Lomose thought.
Lomose turned back around when a evil, haunting smell hit him.

He clenched his fists and smelled his nostrils as he spoke. "Bomu."

Already he had hoisted his shotgun up to his shoulder as he pointed it at the Bomu Rodians trying to get into his ship. There were three of them.

"Hackers." Lomose thought as he got closer.

Lomose fired five shots at the Bomu, cursing and cocking his gun after each one.

BLAM!!! "You damn," BLAM!!! "discraceful," BLAM!!! "cowards," BLAM!! "get away from my ship!!!!!!!" BLAM!!

 

[Beanie]

((This is taking too long. Should we just kill Twitch's character? He said he left this site.))