Age: 16 -///- Location: CoCo Town, Coruscant
The wind blew into Kori's face relentlessly, making her long indigo hair soar freely behind her. The world around her was a blur of lights, people, and their feelings flying by: mostly surprise, occasionally distress or outright fear for their lives, and at times even anger. The young Zeltron felt like she was flying; as if carried by the storm. No, she was the storm—going wherever she pleased, almost as fast as the wind that was making her squint. Despite that minor inconvenience, Kori's smile was as wide as it could be. She'd shout with joy if it weren't for the wind. Even then, her shout would probably be muffled by the thundering hum of the skycars darting by.
Kori only had to do one thing: hold on to the handlebars of her newly-borrowed swoop bike as it was dashing through Coruscant traffic. The speed and freedom, coupled with the swoop's fine control gave Kori the feeling of power. Coupled with the emotions of the living skyway around her, it was almost... intoxicating. Nothing could compare to it, even the party that she had just been at...
Police sirens make Kori snap out of it. Got to do something. The vehicle swerves towards the construction site. The foot is about to tear off the brake pedal. The blur is long-gone, but the speed is still high. A nasty metallic screech—the swoop scrapes a girder. Hands let go of the handlebars. The Zeltron really flies now, towards a not-so-soft landing, with quite a few bruises. Kori rolls with the fall. The swoop dashes forward, uncontrolled. The police car appears from behind the corner and follows the swoop. Kori gets on her fours and stares at the police car disappearing into the distance.
She then hears the loud sound of crash and twisted metal in the distance. The sound resonates throughout the neighborhood with another pulse of emotions in nearby buildings. Kori feels a trickle running down her lip. She tastes it. Blood. The rebellious Zeltron stands up, holding her hand to the stomach. Quick, run, before somebody notices you. Kori turns around and starts limping in the opposite direction from the crash site. Turning her head over the shoulders, she casts one last glance at the commotion she had just caused, and quietly utters one of the many curses that she had picked up recently: "Kriff..." If her parents find out, she'll be in a lot of poodoo.
The wind blew into Kori's face relentlessly, making her long indigo hair soar freely behind her. The world around her was a blur of lights, people, and their feelings flying by: mostly surprise, occasionally distress or outright fear for their lives, and at times even anger. The young Zeltron felt like she was flying; as if carried by the storm. No, she was the storm—going wherever she pleased, almost as fast as the wind that was making her squint. Despite that minor inconvenience, Kori's smile was as wide as it could be. She'd shout with joy if it weren't for the wind. Even then, her shout would probably be muffled by the thundering hum of the skycars darting by.
Kori only had to do one thing: hold on to the handlebars of her newly-borrowed swoop bike as it was dashing through Coruscant traffic. The speed and freedom, coupled with the swoop's fine control gave Kori the feeling of power. Coupled with the emotions of the living skyway around her, it was almost... intoxicating. Nothing could compare to it, even the party that she had just been at...
Police sirens make Kori snap out of it. Got to do something. The vehicle swerves towards the construction site. The foot is about to tear off the brake pedal. The blur is long-gone, but the speed is still high. A nasty metallic screech—the swoop scrapes a girder. Hands let go of the handlebars. The Zeltron really flies now, towards a not-so-soft landing, with quite a few bruises. Kori rolls with the fall. The swoop dashes forward, uncontrolled. The police car appears from behind the corner and follows the swoop. Kori gets on her fours and stares at the police car disappearing into the distance.
She then hears the loud sound of crash and twisted metal in the distance. The sound resonates throughout the neighborhood with another pulse of emotions in nearby buildings. Kori feels a trickle running down her lip. She tastes it. Blood. The rebellious Zeltron stands up, holding her hand to the stomach. Quick, run, before somebody notices you. Kori turns around and starts limping in the opposite direction from the crash site. Turning her head over the shoulders, she casts one last glance at the commotion she had just caused, and quietly utters one of the many curses that she had picked up recently: "Kriff..." If her parents find out, she'll be in a lot of poodoo.