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The echo of thundering footfalls reverberated off the narrow walls of the ally way as three figures tore through the darkened corridor. The one in front flung detritus with reckless abandon, as the other two attempted to navigate the impromptu obstacle course with growing frustration.
“Get back here you little snake!” Bellowed one of the pursuers.
Crix grinned and glanced over his shoulder calling back, “That kinda ruins this whole chase thing we’ve got going on, pal!”
Invigorated by his adversaries agitation, he knocked over a trash can and picked up the pace. In the dank ally it was hard to really make anything out, but with a little luck, he was able to spot an emergency ladder. He vaulted onto a dumpster and lunged for the ladder. His hands landed soundly on the bottom rung and he scurried up it like a monkey-lizard, obnoxious cracking and all. Actually, he couldn’t believe he’d made the jump. Now, with a little distance separating himself and his would-be captors Crix couldn’t help but look back a gloat.
“Careful with that last move boys, you might pull a hammy.” His shit-eating grin was briefly illuminated by the red strobe of a blaster bolt slamming into the duracrete just beside his head. He yelped ducking to the side as he was sprayed with debris. Tiny molten shards of duracrete dug into his skin and Crix hissed with pain as he tried to brush them off.
“Blasters, really!” He complained as he immediately resumed his harried escape. Apparently, these guys were tired of his hilarious jokes.
“It was just a SPEEDER!" he called over a shoulder staying low to avoid getting filled with holes.
"If you cared so much about it you shouldn’t have left it unlocked!” He cried as he managed to make it up a flight of stairs.
To his chagrin, the more athletic of the two made the jump to the ladder and after scaling it, lowered it for his partner. Crix tore up the stairs and once he was a few floors from the goons coming after him he started checking windows. Three floors up he got lucky. He lifted the window and slid in careful not to knock a potted plant of the homeowner's toilet. He closed the window behind him, locked it and breathed a sigh of relief as he plopped down on the toilet to catch his breath.
The dark room was suddenly illuminated and a very confused looking male twi’lek in striped boxers started at him utterly perplexed.
Crix put both hands up showing he wasn’t armed and in a low and calm voice he said, “Please don’t scream, this is just a classic wrong window, wrong time scenario...”
Just outside, the sound of the two thugs clambering up the emergency stairs caught the twi’lek's attention and Crix swallowed hard. Knowing he needed to get this guy in his side he said, “Look, my names Crix, I’m a moron and running for my life. Will you please turn out that light and let me out the front door?”
The Twi’lek sighed as if this happened once a week, nodded and then gestures for Crix to get off his toilet. A few moments later he was out the door and back on the street. He needed to disappear for a little while and let his trail get cold. The neon glow of a bar sign caught his attention and he grinned.
"Perfect, I'll be able to lift a coat and a hat off someone in there, no problem." Feeling his spirits lift a little he made his way to the cozy little establishment.
Crix made his way to the bar, casing the joint for any jackets or hats laying about. He hadn't spotted any by the time he made it to the counter, but he hadn't lost hope yet. He had a good feeling about this place.
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“Get back here you little snake!” Bellowed one of the pursuers.
Crix grinned and glanced over his shoulder calling back, “That kinda ruins this whole chase thing we’ve got going on, pal!”
Invigorated by his adversaries agitation, he knocked over a trash can and picked up the pace. In the dank ally it was hard to really make anything out, but with a little luck, he was able to spot an emergency ladder. He vaulted onto a dumpster and lunged for the ladder. His hands landed soundly on the bottom rung and he scurried up it like a monkey-lizard, obnoxious cracking and all. Actually, he couldn’t believe he’d made the jump. Now, with a little distance separating himself and his would-be captors Crix couldn’t help but look back a gloat.
“Careful with that last move boys, you might pull a hammy.” His shit-eating grin was briefly illuminated by the red strobe of a blaster bolt slamming into the duracrete just beside his head. He yelped ducking to the side as he was sprayed with debris. Tiny molten shards of duracrete dug into his skin and Crix hissed with pain as he tried to brush them off.
“Blasters, really!” He complained as he immediately resumed his harried escape. Apparently, these guys were tired of his hilarious jokes.
“It was just a SPEEDER!" he called over a shoulder staying low to avoid getting filled with holes.
"If you cared so much about it you shouldn’t have left it unlocked!” He cried as he managed to make it up a flight of stairs.
To his chagrin, the more athletic of the two made the jump to the ladder and after scaling it, lowered it for his partner. Crix tore up the stairs and once he was a few floors from the goons coming after him he started checking windows. Three floors up he got lucky. He lifted the window and slid in careful not to knock a potted plant of the homeowner's toilet. He closed the window behind him, locked it and breathed a sigh of relief as he plopped down on the toilet to catch his breath.
The dark room was suddenly illuminated and a very confused looking male twi’lek in striped boxers started at him utterly perplexed.
Crix put both hands up showing he wasn’t armed and in a low and calm voice he said, “Please don’t scream, this is just a classic wrong window, wrong time scenario...”
Just outside, the sound of the two thugs clambering up the emergency stairs caught the twi’lek's attention and Crix swallowed hard. Knowing he needed to get this guy in his side he said, “Look, my names Crix, I’m a moron and running for my life. Will you please turn out that light and let me out the front door?”
The Twi’lek sighed as if this happened once a week, nodded and then gestures for Crix to get off his toilet. A few moments later he was out the door and back on the street. He needed to disappear for a little while and let his trail get cold. The neon glow of a bar sign caught his attention and he grinned.
"Perfect, I'll be able to lift a coat and a hat off someone in there, no problem." Feeling his spirits lift a little he made his way to the cozy little establishment.
Crix made his way to the bar, casing the joint for any jackets or hats laying about. He hadn't spotted any by the time he made it to the counter, but he hadn't lost hope yet. He had a good feeling about this place.
@Gamov