Salt for a Slug

[Ferre]

MISSION TWO: Salt for a Slug
Although most of the activity in Hutt Space is centered around the Smuggler's Moon, the true seat of power is the Hutt Council on Nal Hutta. Deeso the Hutt and his clan stand as one of the more powerful factions. This has caused a few assassination attempts against Deeso's life. Protect him during this turbulent time against thugs trying to change the winds to their favor. Rumor has it the Exchange has been hired by a rival clan to remove Deeso from the power grab.

Jedi/Sith Objective: Keep Deeso safe in transit to the Nal Hutta spaceport from the Council Hall.
Exchange Objective: Opposite of Jedi/Sith Objective
Mission Type: Ask - Sith/Jedi/Exchange only

OOC Thread

1 Jedi: Bast R'aef
1 Sith: Kyna san Sikal & Hades
2 Exchange: Amerath Candroon & Marcus Veraxis
Post Order: @Ferre @TheHook1 @Maxx @TheWonderousBat @SirNoodles
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Eh.

The ache by his elbow had been increasing for some time. Resting lazily on a couch in a grand hallway of Nal Hutta’s council hall, Bast lifted up his arm with some annoyance to investigate. Unfolding the rolled up white sleeve of his newly bought business attire, the young padawan found the culprit to be one of his cufflinks. The tiny piece of round gold embedding itself into his skin as he rested all his body weight onto that arm in a leisurely pose.


Rubbing the sore area, Bast bemoaned the loss of his rather comfortable Jedi robe. However, no, he 'had' to be undercover. Never mind that he was only the assistant in this mission, the Order’s call girl for technical needs to to speak, but he too had to disregard everything but his lightsaber in order to ‘blend in’. Truth be told, an alone Arkanian in a business suit was almost too good a disguise. Apparently when you come from a species with a god complex and social superiority beliefs, no one really questions your presence in the halls of Class A sentients. Better for him. The padawan was never one to socialize, much less come up with a fake story for his fake charade.

His partner however, if he would find the time to show up, would be an even more dangerous citizen in disguise. Master Mar Shaayad was one of the four go-to’s for an undercover mission for the Order. 30 years in the field...maybe. Attribute it to the man’s skin lotion but no one could guess his age for sure. Bast heard legends about him as an initiate, not only was he a class A chameleon for any situation, but also deadly as a snake. If his age couldn’t be accounted for, his body-count was even more muddled.

Bast flipped lazily through his holo-screen. A suitable activity for his outfit and current environment. With every slide of his thumb to the right, an image sensitive to his touch would leave the center of the screen to be replaced by the image of another face and another description. Bold red lettering would mark if the associate was considered deceased. Rather useless, Bast mused. If they’re dead why should he care? Putting his second hand to work from it’s previously relaxed position on the armrest of his chair, Bast typed in a few codes, eliminating all further ‘deceased’ records from his file. The margin eliminated was annoyingly slim.

The clock in the corner of the holo screen flicked once more, the silver numbers changing form as another minute passed marking the half hour. Another block of time that had passed with Bast waiting in this forsaken hall with his data pad for a knight that had yet to show.

It didn’t bother Bast too much, force knows he was never on time himself. Yet he always held his knighted peers to a higher bar than he set for himself. Usually it was a winning bet. However among the sea of faces the Nal Hutta council hall had presented to Bast, none were the striking man he had quite literally only seen in image.

However, there was one face that broke through the crowd that Bast recognized with absolute certainty.

Deeso.

The padawan glanced once more at the digital clock on his datpad. It was irrefutably time to transfer him to the spaceport. From the rather pleased look that marked his face and the lively chatter surrounding the man, Bast could see that Deeso’s time in the Council Hall had gone well.

Packing his datapad away, Bast rose from his chair, the mission ready to start….with or without Shaayad’s presence apparently.

It was probably a test.

The council did this didn’t they. They seemed to gain some satisfaction in pushing the buttons of padawans, testing their mettle. Knights too, constantly hanging back during missions with Bast in hopes that he might 'gain something'. Their patience was insurmountable and it almost seemed that Knights on a whole valued padawan’s ‘learning something’ above the mission goal. It was horribly taxing and inefficient.

Bast could see it now. Shaayad was probably in the rafters of the building somewhere, eyeing Bast for the past hour to see what he would do. Probably would continue to due so.

Alright Shaayad, Bast thought; Look at me, totally doing the mission, following Deeso inconspicuously at a distance-

The padawan stopped and mentally measured the distance with his mind, making sure it was perfectly book standard for a stealth operation.

-and keeping him safe until transport.

The padawan made overdramatic looks around the room. Almost akin to a child displaying to their parents that they did indeed look before crossing the street, visibly turning the entire head as they glance left and right.

Only in this case Bast was looking for Exchange assassins. Taking in the profile of everyone in the room. Even the grandma by the floral portrait. Especially the grandma by the floral portrait. Old people were suspicious. At that age what do you have left to lose? Nothing, that’s what.

 

[The Captain]

Why did it have to be a Hutt? Why, of all the beings in all the greater galaxy, did it have to be a Hutt? Kyna despised Hutts, she loathed them, these fetid worms were a culmination of everything Kyna hated. They could not fight, they could barely move, and most were little more than cowards and prattlers, hiding behind the strength and cunning of others more fit to lead than themselves. Parasites, every last one of them. And yet here she was, on strict orders to defend one at all costs. To make matters worse, the covert nature of this mission meant that she had to forgoe her traditional mask and cloak, both symbols of her well-earned power and skill, in order to blend in. The only reason she was enduring these insults, was that she wanted to prove herself to the Sith Brotherhood, so that one day she wouldn't have to put up with missions like these.

The one small consolation that Kyna had was her partner, an alchemical monstrosity named Hades de Groot. His imposing size and palpable anger would make him a skiled warrior, and an asset on this mission. Given his strength and bulk, Hades was working on the ground, while Kyna's strong senses and agility made her better suited to watching from above,working the rooftops and catwalks of Nal Hutta. Cloaked in black, with her lightsabers stashed in her robes, she continued to watch from the shadows until their target arrived.

And there he was, slithering across the square with the arrogant stride of someone who was far too proud of their ability to pointlessly ramble. Taking a second for her overwhelming urge to kill Deeso to pass, Kyna activated her commlink and radioed her partner for the evening.

"He's on the move."

 

[Maxx]

Being as huge and ugly as he was, going under cover wasn't exactly something Hades was tailored for. Unfortunately, that was his assignment. Surely the Lords who had assigned him knew that he was not best fit for the mission. Incompetency, that was the word that came to Hades' mind to describe the poor decision. Incompetency was something he wouldn't stand for when he achieved the rank of Sith Lord. But, for now he would have to play with the cards that he had been dealt.

Nal Hutta was a planet when the strangest and the deadliest of mercenaries and criminals met and shopped. Hades had found such a person who had been willing to donate some clothes and a weapon for Hades disguise. He even said that he could keep the items, not that Hades had any intention of keeping them. His head was covered by a black akubra, and he wore a matching black leather jacket, holes torn for his lower set of arms. At his waist hung his lightsabers as well as a dual set of blasters. The outfit helped him blend in with all the other hardened criminals whom he surrounded himself with.

He kept his head down never kept his attention anywhere for long. Eventually his partner radioed in. "He's on the move." Deeso, the slimy Hutt was done with his meeting and making his way to his private yaht. The greasy slug came around the corner and Hades pushed his way through the crowd. He kept to the front and slightly off to the right side of the Hutt. "Keep an eye peeled on the slug's backside. I'll watch the front."

@TheWonderousBat

 

[TheWonderousBat]

Marcus leant back against the wall. He was sat on a bench on one of the busier streets in Nal Hutta, knowing that this was one of the few ways the Hutt could travel. The route between the Council Hall to the Spaceport was one of the more well travelled within the city, what with everyone that thought they were important going to and fro with their servants of all shapes and sizes. As he leant back he pretended to busy himself on his datapad. In truth, he hadn't looked at the screen for some time as he scanned the crowd over the top of the screen. Twisting a touch, he pushed the comms device further into his ear. He didn't much like this new comms, always feeling like it was going to fall out if he moves his head too fast, but subtlety was required for this mission.

Hutts were not stealthy creatures, not even in the slightest. This worked out to Marcus' advantage this time as a particularly large one came slithering around the corner. Towering over the crowds and simply oozing self-righteousness and other such substances, Deeso slid into full view. He had expected for such a Hutt to have more bodyguards, but then again Marcus could only spot the obvious six. All clad in black, commlinks pressed to their ears and scanning the crowd. Two in front, two behind and two either side, a pretty standard set-up. Marcus twisted in his seat very slowly, tapping away on his datapad as he attempted to look like he was shifting his weight. He glanced upwards to the catwalks, but it was impossible to tell if anyone was watching from down here. Grumbling slightly, Marcus made sure that his Carbine was still nicely tucked under his coat. Nal Hutta had no problem with people carrying guns in public, but he liked to keep a few surprises in store. Clearing his throat, he flicked to a map of the local area as he mumbled.

"Slimey is right on time. Six bodies at least. How we going to handle this?"

@SirNoodles

 

[SirNoodles]

Amerath, sat next to Marcus, is leaning against the wall. He is sat on the bench in a busy street of Nal Hutta. He is dressed differently to how he normally would to blend into the crowd. To keep a low profile, he didn't/doesn't plan to do anything suspicious. He even has his pistol hidden.
Amerath shrugged in response to Marcus's question. "Beats me." He then realises he is too busy daydreaming. "Oh sorry", he says louder yet still mumbling. He leans in forward to see the map Marcus is pointing out for him. "I actually don't know. I would've expected him to have more than 6 bodyguards. What I know is that..." He pauses to think of how to address the word he is trying to say. "Stealth is more on our side. No one would expect anyone seemingly normal to do anything. I'd definitely think we can and should definitely remain hidden, find a place to hide and then take 'em out. We'd of course have to stick to the shadows. Then the Hutt will be ours right there and then."

@Ferre

 

[Ferre]

You know what really makes things hard when doing undercover spying? A giant-oh force, Bast didn't even know what species this...gentleman..was. However a towering heaping lump of mass, muscle and a ponytail stood not far off the front right of the hutt. Who knows, perhaps 8 or 12 citizens were now blocked from the Arkanian's view if he was exaggerating slightly.

The padawan let out a small chuckle. Then again, the man would probably also block their view of the hutt, so perhaps it was a win-win. Unless this man was a member of the Exchange out to kill Deeso? The Arkanian scanned his memory, the images of his past datapad search flashing behind his irises. Nope. If he had seen someone that looked like this man, Bast was sure to remember it.

Time to look elsewhere.

Deeso passed a quaint little sandwich shop that catered to travelers leaving to and coming from the spaceport. There was a special, buy one get one delivered free. Delivered? There was a small picture of a starfighter, a pilot beside it holding an equally quaint brown bag. Perhaps even to Tython? That would save him the effort of getting a meal tomorrow. What luck. The padawan started off in the direction of the shop when he noticed the hours: closed. Damn.

With a sigh at the thought of the effort needed for lunch tomorrow, the young Arkaninan joined the rat race once more as the spaceport loomed ahead.

 

[The Captain]

As Deeso slithered through the city toward the spaceport, Kyna was moving swiftly, yet silently, across the rooftops and catwalks of the city, trying to locate any potential threats. Of course, on a planet like Nal Hutta where every alley was filled with people and everyone was openly carrying weapons, this was no small feat. Every time an armed bounty hunter moved too close to Deeso, or some guttersnipe starred too long at the passing Hutt, Kyna began to reach for her lightsabers.

This planet was a cistern, where the scum of the galaxy collected before being sent out again. Finding potential hitmen in these conditions would be difficult to say the least. At least the contingent of guards and Hades imposing bulk was keeping most people on the street away from the Hutt, it meant Kyna could focus on other avenues, like side streets and catwalks.

 

[Maxx]

Hades moved to cross the Hutt's path, far enough ahead that none of the bodyguards would raise a fit, but close enough to rush in should an assassin go for an up-close and personal attack. Now one problem, why did Hades cross the road only to keep walking towards the spaceport. It was move that might seem suspicious to those watching. Thankfully, an opportunity presented itself.

A rodian and a twi'lek were standing outside a cantina and arguing. The conversation didn't seem to be getting any better and it got worse when the twi'lek pulled a blaster. In one swift movement the blaster was ripped from the alien's grasp and a large meaty hand placed around his throat, pushing him up against the storefront. The twi'lek's face was a mask of horror as he stared into Hades unforgiving eyes. The rodian made the smart move and ran. "Hey pal, I think you owe me something."

@TheWonderousBat

 

[TheWonderousBat]

A sudden commotion across the street drew Marcus' attention. Some form of beast seemed to have a little twi'lek pinned against the wall, it's colossal hand holding it there with ease. Marcus watched for a few seconds, confused as to how he couldn't have spotted the great creature earlier. Sure, Nal'Hutta was diverse, but you didn't see something like that every day. Standing swiftly, he pulled his overcoat closer around his body and stretched, or at least hoped to look like he was stretching. Really, he was patting his various tools of the trade. His usual pistol and Carbine were still where they were meant to be, so he allowed himself a little grin. Whatever that beasts problem was, it was perfect as a distraction. He set off at a casual pace, browsing the stores and stalls on the side of the street as he mumbled to himself, or rather through the comm-link. "Our time to shine, eyh?"

Marcus continued to walk, not too slow and not too fast. Even picked up a bottle of some strange liquid, looking at it as if he were some puffed up art evaluator. He tapped his chin, shrugging as he set it down and continued his amble. He scanned casually across the wide street once more. Plenty of civilians still, big Slimey himself slithering down the centre as if he owned all of Nal'Hutta, and his six cronies. Shouldn't be too hard, but he did want to avoid civilian casualties. Saying that, this was Nal'Hutta. There was a shoot-out every other day, so the civies would know to hop down pretty swift. Hell, some of them might even join in and add to the confusion.

Marcus paused at a scrap stall, looking at a particularly interesting piece of metal as he held it to the light. Really, he was scanning to see if his friend was still sticking to the shadows. He then swiftly realised that if he were any good, Marcus wouldn't be able to see him. Nothing for it, Marcus had to contact him on comms again and hope no one would think talking to a hunk of metal would be strange. He faced the vendor at least, so it was less strange.

"About twenty foot away, may be thirty. Clear...ish, shot. Wanna try our luck? I spray the guards, you take out Slimey. Got a bolt-hole down an alley to my left." Marcus muttered, then offered a polite smile to the bemused vendor, whipping out some creds and setting them down as he slid the prized hunk of metal to his satchel.

 

[SirNoodles]

Amerath notices the commotion and, just like Marcus, takes it as an opportunity to get the work over and done with. He follows Marcus, maintaining a slight distance and acts casual. Through the comm-link, Amerath here's a, "Our time to shine, eh?"
Amerath nods. He knows Marcus won't know that but still it doesn't really Marcus. After all the answer is obvious. Amerath then spots an alleyway with a ladder at the end. Curious, Amerath climbs to the top which leads him up to the top of a building. "Perfect", he mutters to himself before climbing to the top. He does, however, get suspicious looks. From there he can even see the target - the Hutt with his guards.

"Sure", he replies to Marcus. "I'll take my chances."
He then rolls on the silencer to his scoped pistol. He kneels down and readies the shot by aiming it at the Hutt.
"Once we've shot him we need to get the hell outta here", commands Amerath. "On my mark we do it..."
Amerath blows out of his cheeks and then readies himself. "3... 2... 1... NOW!"
Amerath squeezes the trigger and watches as an laser beam floes through the air not confirmed to hace hit the hurt. Before even checking that the guards or hurt were taken out by Marcus, Amerath puts away his gun and then jumps down the ladder and sprints off, running past lots of commotion. "We'll meet up later! It's not confirmed whether the slug is dead or not but we can't risk anything! I shot him in the head so I'd be surprised if he made it alive!"

@Ferre

 

[Ferre]

The shot that could be heard through the open air of the street startled some, but alarmingly a solid few didn't even flinch. Yikes. Tough crowd.

Bast was not one of these people. As soon as the bang sounded, or even moments before, thanks to that great Jedi sixth sense that captured the minds of most in the Order, warning them of imminent danger, Bast reacted. The padawan jerked in his position, hands flying up to his face defensively. What good that would do in the case of one being shot is difficult to argue, but the padawan quickly realized his stupidity and jumped forward to defend Deeso in the same moment. Even if the man was harmed, some good old light side mumbo-jumbo could fix him up, right? Bast pushed through the crowd expecting to find quite the angry slug, but the excuses that piled on the tip of the padawan's tongue were frozen as he found Deeso safe, but also a new actor in the picture.

 

[The Captain]

Kyna felt as though she may have been preemptive in deciding that Hades might be an asset on this mission, as so far all he had done is assault a bystander and allowed two shooters to attack their mark. His sudden outburst led Kyna to believe he had caught would-be assassin, distracting her from the real assassins, one of whom was prowling around not two houses over from her. Cursing the massive creature, Kyna relayed an order to him over her comms before sprinting off after the first shooter.

"Two targets, human males, I have one!" Without the assistance of the Force, it was easy to dash across the rooftops of Nal Hutta to her target, and his rather audible shouting made tracking him even easier. Once he was in range, she drew her saberstaff and pounced down toward him from above.

 

[Maxx]

Even when he had crossed the street, Hades had kept himself close to the path that Deeso was taking to the spaceport. He felt the familiar tingle at the back of his head as the Force told him that there was danger. He didn't know whether the danger would come from Deeso's back, side or front, but he could protect the front. He let go of the twi'lek's throat and jumped, twisting in the air to get between the Hutt and any danger that might be coming from the front. At the same time he weaved an illusion with the Force, creating the image of a dead Deeso, and sending that image into the minds of those directly in front of him.

That image quickly disappeared from those people's minds however as the blaster bolt caught him in left shoulder, above his heart. He hit the ground hard, a burning pain in his upper chest. He gently rubbed the area where he had been shot, feeling the hole and char of burnt flesh. Pulling his hand back he felt a wetness on his fingers. Blood. Any kind of bleeding that close to the heart was dangerous. He held another above the wound, electricity sparking on his fingertips. A few seconds of agonizing yelling and body spasms followed, before he stopped shocking the area. His muscles were sore and cramped from the electricity, but the wound was cauterized, stemming the flow of blood. He would need a bacta treatment in the next couple of hours, but for now he was ready to hunt.

He picked himself up off the ground and turned to make sure the Hutt was okay. Deeso was busy shouting and swearing in a fit of rage. His guards looked around in confusion unsure of what was happening. Stupid Gamorreans. Deeso pointed a slimy finger at Hades and said something he couldn't understand. Hades tore off his disguise revealing his traditional garb underneath. "You're welcome." With that he turned and sprinted off in the direction the would be assassins had went. Joining Kyna for the hunt.

 

[TheWonderousBat]

"3...2...1...NOW!" Screamed Amerath into his ear. Marcus span swiftly, opening his overcoat and pulling up his Carbine in one fluid motion. Flicking it to fully automatic, he twisted to face the Hutts guards closest to him and held down the trigger. The weapon, jammed under his arm and attached by the strap over his shoulder, bucked and kicked something fierce. He couldn't control the recoil for long, but the rate of fire proved that he didn't need to. In a stream of blue death, the Carbine caught one of the Gamorreans closest to him full in the chest and sent him sprawling. As he swiftly attempting to turn the bucking weapon on to the second, the creature from earlier leapt in front of Deeso. Marcus could do little else than keep firing, a stray bolt catching the beast in the shoulder and another sending a Gamorrean spinning aside. The gun suddenly clicked, power pack dry as he let it go and drew his pistol. He had to take a double take as he aimed as apparently the once dead Deeso was now back up and screaming to the creature in front of him. Marcus paled as he swiftly figured out that it could only mean one thing, and turned tail the bolt between the stalls. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was home free, but no such luck. Darting left down a small alley, he hoped to split up from Amerath and give them both a chance.

Gasping as he ran, he opened the Comm channel once more. "Deeso alive... Some sort of...Hologram or worse...Jedi...I got some thing after me. We'll have to ... double back, take another ... shot." Marcus wasn't sure how they could do this, but he remained optimistic as he sprinted, darting between stalls and citizens as he ran. He raised his pistol and fired a single shot to the sky, turning the bewildered crowd into a seething mass of panic and movement, hoping it would slow down his pursuer.

 

[SirNoodles]

Amerath opens his mouth as he is about to say something (probably "shit" as Deeso is still alive) but is suddenly interrupted as a lightsaber-wielding person launches themself at him. Amerath luckily manages to dive out of the way. He then starts sprinting after a brief look of his opponent. "No chance there..." he mutters.
He then speaks to Marcus down the comm: "Yeah... I've something chasing me too. Looks like a Sith but could be anybody wielding a lightsaber. Anyway we need to still take out that slug. I can't imagine the Director will be pleased if we ain't given 'im the salt he deserves. We-" He is then cut off by a sudden blast that rings out. Not knowing it's Marchs he shouts over all the noise, "Looks like we ain't the only ones trying to kill Deeso!"

 

[Ferre]

Someone shot ponytail? Huh. Who would've thought. He watched the man bound off out of the crowd, the young Arkanian craning his neck to watch the man disappear into the sea of people. Not that it was very hard to see him. Massive size and all.

Suddenly, taking his attention from the giant figure looming away, a whistle could be heard through the air. Throughout his years at the Jedi temple, Bast had always been the all-around techie for the needs of the force-loving Jedi. This meant if the droid wasn't big enough that he had to be called over from across the room to fix it, the young padawan was far used to being pelted unceremoniously by small droids that needed to be fixed or altered. That being said, as his right ear picked up the sound of a whistle of a small object heading directly towards him, it was by both his senses and repetitive instinct that the padawan grabbed it single-handedly out of the air without even glancing in it's direction.

Turning his gaze toward the object, a clicking sound now becoming more and more pressing and rapid, Bast realized with a degree of haste that it was an explosive about to go off. Nope. Nope. Nope. Bast chucked the small thing high into the air, the explosion occurring seconds after.

"Hey Deeso, let's run aye?"

The Arkanian then looked down at the massive slug. A groan escaped his lips. Of course.

Why couldn't Deeso be something athletic? Or perhaps a small object? The last thing Bast had to protect was a briefcase of papers. You know how easy it is to protect that? Really. Just grab it and peace out the second danger comes calling. Maybe step into a mini-mart and stash it behind Galaxy 9 Shakes. No one actually drinks those. No one will find it. Wait it out. Continue.

He looked at the giant slug now traveling at slug-speed towards a vehicle. He wouldn't fit behind a Galaxy 9 Shake display shelf. However a speeder would do.

As soon as the slug was loaded into the speeder, Bast jumped in back without explanation. Alrighty. They just had to make it 3 blocks, turn right, and get him on a shuttle out of here. Easy peasy the padawan thought as he sat like a bored teenager on a roadtrip, the image contrasting with the speeding speeder that weaved through the air and around angry air-borne vehicles.

 

[The Captain]

This would-be assassin was a bit faster than Kyna originally anticipated, as she was unable to overtake him or get him within striking distance. Thankfully her training in the Force could be used in a variety of ways to negate this fact. Deciding on a more cautious approach given how her last fight with a non-Force sensitive went, Kyna drew all her focus onto her target and released a burst of telekinetic energy, aiming to topple or stun him.

 

[Maxx]

The assassin Hades was chasing raised their blaster in the air and fired. At first the crowd didn't move taking in what was going on. In the following seconds they saw Hades stampeding down the alley and the rage in his eyes. That was when the crowd surged and everyone went into a panic. Hades had no problem with trampling the people, but there were so many of them even he found it hard to keep moving forward. With his prey getting away, Hades channeled the Force and jumped over the crowd, landing in the center of the next street over. Getting his bearings, he spotted his target. He ran and again jumped, greatly closing the distance. As he came close to landing beside his target, he drew his lightsaber and the blaster he had "borrowed". The lightsaber was in case his prey drew a blaster. Hade's blaster was for taking down his target, lightsabers were simply too messy when you wanted something alive.

 

[TheWonderousBat]

As Marcus ran from street to street, he fumbled with a power-pack before slamming it into his Carbine. He spotted an opening in the crowd before him and took the opportunity to spin to face his pursuer. He turned, levelling the Carbine and scanning the crowd swiftly. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't behind him any more. Marcus grumbled, thumbing the safety off before he heard a mighty crash and thud. He span once more as the creature landed beside him no more than ten foot away, drawing both of it's weapons swiftly. Audibly gulping, Marcus thought about trying to reason with the creature, but he had no way of knowing if it was even capable of speech. Nothing for it then, he'd have to clear some room and leg it once more. What he wouldn't give for a grenade right now...

He opened up with the Carbine, holding down the trigger once more as the weapon kicked in his hands. Retreating backwards as he did only helped to decrease his accuracy, but he hoped the sheer firepower would keep the creature busy a moment longer. He shouted over the drone of the weapon, hoping the Comm device would pick up his voice. "Might need a hand here! Market. Two blocks from Deeso!" He screamed, before releasing the Carbine once more. The half-spent weapon hung limp from his side, the metal clicking from the heat as he pulled his pistol and snapped off a shot. He turned tail, attempting to set off running once more, aiming for the street on the opposite side of the square. Distance was what he needed for this fight. Either that, or an orbital bombardment.

 

[SirNoodles]

Amerath keeps on sprinting away from his pursuer. Thankfully he can outrun them and the years of walking and running on a daily basis had finally paid off due to his great fitness.
However, his luck was then broken. A burst of some sort of energy - Amerath doesn't mange to spot it - hits Amerath directly in the back. He then topples over and rolls for about a few metres... luckily in the crowd. Finding it extremely difficult to keep moving, he rolls over to the side in hope of not getting trod on by the terrified crowd trying to escape his pursuer.
"Might need a hand over here!" comes in Amerath's comm, making Amerath jump slightly. "Market! Two blocks from Deeso!"
Amerath then scans his surroundings. He sighs in relief. He now knows why the crowds are here. He is on the outskirts of the market.
"I can't reach you! I'm right on the outskirts of the market... somebody or thing chased me and did something! Now I can't move! I'm not much further away from the roof I attempted to assassinate Deeso!"