Location // Tepasi, Industrial Districts
Participants // @M.D. Blec Croncu
Kotru could not have thought of a faster job that had gone sideways.
It was a simple smash and grab. Some goons had snagged some rather compromising info on a local fixer, and he was one of the ones hired to snatch it back. He left with a speeder bike, his blaster pistol and a hunger to spend some job money on something good to eat tonight. What the Zabrak wasn't anticipating on the other hand, was for a competing fixer to hire extra help.
A well-aimed javelin through the engine block and a hail of crimson bolts later, and Kotru found himself sprawled out in an alleyway with the sour scent of twisted metal still hanging in his nostrils. The man's only saving graces being luck and well-practiced crash training.
Not to say it completely saved him. A shot had seared straight though his jacket and left flaring pains in his side and the crash had definitely cracked something. Every attempt to get up barely lasted a moment before the man was sent tumbling back into the duracrete's cold embrace. Every inch he had gained with painstaking effort, dragging himself away from the wreckage and from the few curious eyes that bothered to follow the figure.
After a few tries, Kotru was able to adjust his position upright, supporting himself on one side of the alley. With himself out of sight and very little blood trailing him, the man began to fumble with his datapad with the remaining hand not clutching onto his blaster wound.
Local hospitals were out of the question. All it'd take was a concerned look and a holdout blaster to finish the job there. Kotru doubted that Nooma would simply ignore whose side the man took.
So, it was time for an independent contractor. UTHZ-112144-113112.
It was a real pain in the ass to put in between flares of pain and frequent fumbles, but he was soon able to send out a distress call.
//Zabrak Male. Blaster wound above left hip. Fracture somewhere in left leg, I think? Tepasi, Industrial district. Kuhana Street, alley on the left after the first block. Turn into the first side-alley.//
With the message sent, all that remained was to stare at the screen in hopes of seeing a reply sooner rather than later.
Participants // @M.D. Blec Croncu
Kotru could not have thought of a faster job that had gone sideways.
It was a simple smash and grab. Some goons had snagged some rather compromising info on a local fixer, and he was one of the ones hired to snatch it back. He left with a speeder bike, his blaster pistol and a hunger to spend some job money on something good to eat tonight. What the Zabrak wasn't anticipating on the other hand, was for a competing fixer to hire extra help.
A well-aimed javelin through the engine block and a hail of crimson bolts later, and Kotru found himself sprawled out in an alleyway with the sour scent of twisted metal still hanging in his nostrils. The man's only saving graces being luck and well-practiced crash training.
Not to say it completely saved him. A shot had seared straight though his jacket and left flaring pains in his side and the crash had definitely cracked something. Every attempt to get up barely lasted a moment before the man was sent tumbling back into the duracrete's cold embrace. Every inch he had gained with painstaking effort, dragging himself away from the wreckage and from the few curious eyes that bothered to follow the figure.
After a few tries, Kotru was able to adjust his position upright, supporting himself on one side of the alley. With himself out of sight and very little blood trailing him, the man began to fumble with his datapad with the remaining hand not clutching onto his blaster wound.
Local hospitals were out of the question. All it'd take was a concerned look and a holdout blaster to finish the job there. Kotru doubted that Nooma would simply ignore whose side the man took.
So, it was time for an independent contractor. UTHZ-112144-113112.
It was a real pain in the ass to put in between flares of pain and frequent fumbles, but he was soon able to send out a distress call.
//Zabrak Male. Blaster wound above left hip. Fracture somewhere in left leg, I think? Tepasi, Industrial district. Kuhana Street, alley on the left after the first block. Turn into the first side-alley.//
With the message sent, all that remained was to stare at the screen in hopes of seeing a reply sooner rather than later.