Coruscant. Boy was it just some ugly concrete and steel and yes, full of ugly people too. The current ones in question were the CSF. Taldorak had just started to lead the ugly kriffers away from his new best friends in the syndicate. Some hotshot playboy-esque cat, some sithy lady who was likely one of his harem (and he couldn't blame Tac, the woman was creepy in all the best ways), a leather clad frog lady, and a giant puppo. He would land with a thud on a rooftop as the cells on his pack needed to recharge, all around him bolts were flying. He had maybe five minutes until the air support showed up.
Leaping from his roof to the next, he landed in a roll, careful to stay off his back for the sake of the pack. Getting back to his feet, he could hear shouting below him as the silly coppers began to climb the fire escape. Their mistake. Stopping at each bolt in the concrete, Tal would begin to blast them free until the concrete was loose enough for him to pull the supports free. A bolt would ping off of his shoulder just as he gave it the final heave, and the look on the cops face was absolutely priceless as he and the entire construct and all those beneath him toppled to their sure demise. "Oh kriff. That's rad, Tally." he said with a laugh before he continued to run.
Behind him, other cops had already began to make their way to the roof via other means. Cheaters. The whole lot of them. Tal drew his peacemaker and began to fire back, kneecapping one, then the other, before running again. His target? The roof of the building there was no way he'd ever reach without the jet pack. "Aim for the landing pad, Tal!" he yelled to pump himself up as he reached the edge. Putting his might into the leap, the mando would sail over the ledge. And that's when it hit him, there were film crews recording his antics. Below, he could hear the panicked cries of citizens seeing a man leaping to his sure death. As the cops reached the ledge, they'd open fire and bolts pinged all around him. As he lowered near the halfway point, he would lower his arm and fire the repulsor with a wild laugh, the recoil giving him some much needed kick to help him further across the gap.
It was either cursing or awe he could hear from the pigs behind him as he began to close the gap to the other building. Now, sure, he was nowhere near the roof which was like three dozen floors above him, but he'd settle for a window or a ledge. As he fell lower, he would switch the cycle to flame thrower, the torrent giving him just enough juice to aim for a window. Before impact he'd look to the filming crew and shoot them the sexiest finger gun he could muster before he crashed through the window of the apartment.
Everyone was screaming. The apartement owners, the civilians outside, the cops, the newscrew, hell even he was. He walked through the holo room, a finger raised to his helm. "Shhhh.." he'd say before pausing at the holo. "Huh.. Kriff, thats me. My ass looks good today." Tal laughed to himself as he continued to the door and exited into the hallway. "Alright baby, where are you?" he mused as he checked his bracer. "Eighty-six percent. Kriffsticks. I need to get out of here without them knowing." With a quick glance from one end of the hall to the other, he'd dart for the far side, aimed for the window.
Arms and legs pumping, he went through the window, jumping to the next closest building. He missed the rail of the fire escape in spectacular fashion, his body bouncing off the rail on the floor beneath it. With an 'oof', he fell back, slamming down onto the next level. "Buir... can't a just sleep a moment longer..." he mused before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself to his feet as he checked the bracer. Ninety-two. He kept moving, now with a limp as he took the laymans way, just down the fire escape.
Reaching the street, he pulled a blanket off of a homeless woman and her kids and threw it around himself as he walked out. All around, cops were beginning to swarm the tall building. People were panicked, scared, dead. And with the limp, he really sold the homeless look. With a laugh, he'd exit the police barricade without so much as a second glance. "Too easy." It wasn't. He was tired, hurt, and his ammo was nearly depleted. At least he had a fat sack of creds being sent to him after this.
Leaping from his roof to the next, he landed in a roll, careful to stay off his back for the sake of the pack. Getting back to his feet, he could hear shouting below him as the silly coppers began to climb the fire escape. Their mistake. Stopping at each bolt in the concrete, Tal would begin to blast them free until the concrete was loose enough for him to pull the supports free. A bolt would ping off of his shoulder just as he gave it the final heave, and the look on the cops face was absolutely priceless as he and the entire construct and all those beneath him toppled to their sure demise. "Oh kriff. That's rad, Tally." he said with a laugh before he continued to run.
Behind him, other cops had already began to make their way to the roof via other means. Cheaters. The whole lot of them. Tal drew his peacemaker and began to fire back, kneecapping one, then the other, before running again. His target? The roof of the building there was no way he'd ever reach without the jet pack. "Aim for the landing pad, Tal!" he yelled to pump himself up as he reached the edge. Putting his might into the leap, the mando would sail over the ledge. And that's when it hit him, there were film crews recording his antics. Below, he could hear the panicked cries of citizens seeing a man leaping to his sure death. As the cops reached the ledge, they'd open fire and bolts pinged all around him. As he lowered near the halfway point, he would lower his arm and fire the repulsor with a wild laugh, the recoil giving him some much needed kick to help him further across the gap.
It was either cursing or awe he could hear from the pigs behind him as he began to close the gap to the other building. Now, sure, he was nowhere near the roof which was like three dozen floors above him, but he'd settle for a window or a ledge. As he fell lower, he would switch the cycle to flame thrower, the torrent giving him just enough juice to aim for a window. Before impact he'd look to the filming crew and shoot them the sexiest finger gun he could muster before he crashed through the window of the apartment.
Everyone was screaming. The apartement owners, the civilians outside, the cops, the newscrew, hell even he was. He walked through the holo room, a finger raised to his helm. "Shhhh.." he'd say before pausing at the holo. "Huh.. Kriff, thats me. My ass looks good today." Tal laughed to himself as he continued to the door and exited into the hallway. "Alright baby, where are you?" he mused as he checked his bracer. "Eighty-six percent. Kriffsticks. I need to get out of here without them knowing." With a quick glance from one end of the hall to the other, he'd dart for the far side, aimed for the window.
Arms and legs pumping, he went through the window, jumping to the next closest building. He missed the rail of the fire escape in spectacular fashion, his body bouncing off the rail on the floor beneath it. With an 'oof', he fell back, slamming down onto the next level. "Buir... can't a just sleep a moment longer..." he mused before rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself to his feet as he checked the bracer. Ninety-two. He kept moving, now with a limp as he took the laymans way, just down the fire escape.
Reaching the street, he pulled a blanket off of a homeless woman and her kids and threw it around himself as he walked out. All around, cops were beginning to swarm the tall building. People were panicked, scared, dead. And with the limp, he really sold the homeless look. With a laugh, he'd exit the police barricade without so much as a second glance. "Too easy." It wasn't. He was tired, hurt, and his ammo was nearly depleted. At least he had a fat sack of creds being sent to him after this.