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It had been raining on and off for days, an atmospherical downpour unlike any other he had ever seen on Coruscant, and though there were brief moments of sunshine that allowed the droplets of water that dotted the plexiglass windscreen of the speeder to dry they were replaced just as quickly. The wiper units pushed back the next wave allowing him to intermittedly peer out into the city streets and survey the goings on around him, all manner of life scurried about carrying out their daily duties unaware of what he was doing, which suited him fine.
Ignorance had become something he relied on, due to his upbringing he would have noticed the same speeder parked in the same spot for several days, it would have set off a mental question mark of sorts but that was not the case here. So caught up with their menial tasks no one paid him a second glance, and that had been the case for his entire life. There was no reason he had been parked for such a length of time other than his conscience, a battle he was losing a little more the longer he sat here, the humidity and the lack of hygiene forcing his hand an inch at a time.
Imagine the smell, the stink of sweat mixing with the tepid air, it pained him just to breathe. Slumping back in the drivers seat he tilted his head far enough to the right to gaze over the payload that was nestled between the front and back seats, explosives, enough to create a distraction while his employer fulfilled another task across town. Reduced to an errand boy, he might as well have stayed on Coruscant, but at least here he was just another face in the crowd and not a whores son though he knew that would eventually catch up to him.
It was a bold move from extortion to murder, though he wasn't sure his actions would kill someone but he knew there was a strong possibility that it could happen. Shrapnel. Shockwave. All of these things needed to be factored in, and no matter how he played the situation out in his mind there was little way he could pull this off without harming at least half a dozen citizens.
That is why he had been sitting for so long, watching the crowds, trying to put a schedule to their movements but there were too many variables, too many changes in behavior. The communication unit beside him buzzed again like it had so many times before and gone unanswered, the criminal with a conscience, how did he even get here.
That's right, credits, greed wins out. With a sigh he pushed open the door of the speeder and stepped out into the city streets, leaning back into the car he snatched the communicator from the console along with the detonation device before closing the door snuggly back into position. After finally answering the comm he sighed into the speaker. "Five minutes..." a volley of abuse followed his belated reply to days of missed calls to which he quickly closed the line and began to move away from the speeder.
With a frown he brushed shoulder with those he was potentially harming, the detonator slipping into his pocket comfortably, all the while playing his thumb idly over the button. Again he sighed, doing his best to avoid eye contact with those he passed in hopes of alleviating at least a percentage of the guilt he would no doubt feel afterward. Once he felt he had reached a safe distance he pressed down firmly with his thumb, instantly there was an eruption of sound.
A tsunami of screaming swept over him, cascading down the streets in every direction causing hysteria, speeder alarms resonating behind it like some kind of morbid chorus. The population and that corner of the city sang to the tune of his actions, and as the shockwave dissipated, and the adrenaline subsided he found himself heaving for breath behind one of the many dumpsters littered behind the back of a restaurant.
After falling to his knees his stomach quickly purged that morning’s breakfast.
Ignorance had become something he relied on, due to his upbringing he would have noticed the same speeder parked in the same spot for several days, it would have set off a mental question mark of sorts but that was not the case here. So caught up with their menial tasks no one paid him a second glance, and that had been the case for his entire life. There was no reason he had been parked for such a length of time other than his conscience, a battle he was losing a little more the longer he sat here, the humidity and the lack of hygiene forcing his hand an inch at a time.
Imagine the smell, the stink of sweat mixing with the tepid air, it pained him just to breathe. Slumping back in the drivers seat he tilted his head far enough to the right to gaze over the payload that was nestled between the front and back seats, explosives, enough to create a distraction while his employer fulfilled another task across town. Reduced to an errand boy, he might as well have stayed on Coruscant, but at least here he was just another face in the crowd and not a whores son though he knew that would eventually catch up to him.
It was a bold move from extortion to murder, though he wasn't sure his actions would kill someone but he knew there was a strong possibility that it could happen. Shrapnel. Shockwave. All of these things needed to be factored in, and no matter how he played the situation out in his mind there was little way he could pull this off without harming at least half a dozen citizens.
That is why he had been sitting for so long, watching the crowds, trying to put a schedule to their movements but there were too many variables, too many changes in behavior. The communication unit beside him buzzed again like it had so many times before and gone unanswered, the criminal with a conscience, how did he even get here.
That's right, credits, greed wins out. With a sigh he pushed open the door of the speeder and stepped out into the city streets, leaning back into the car he snatched the communicator from the console along with the detonation device before closing the door snuggly back into position. After finally answering the comm he sighed into the speaker. "Five minutes..." a volley of abuse followed his belated reply to days of missed calls to which he quickly closed the line and began to move away from the speeder.
With a frown he brushed shoulder with those he was potentially harming, the detonator slipping into his pocket comfortably, all the while playing his thumb idly over the button. Again he sighed, doing his best to avoid eye contact with those he passed in hopes of alleviating at least a percentage of the guilt he would no doubt feel afterward. Once he felt he had reached a safe distance he pressed down firmly with his thumb, instantly there was an eruption of sound.
A tsunami of screaming swept over him, cascading down the streets in every direction causing hysteria, speeder alarms resonating behind it like some kind of morbid chorus. The population and that corner of the city sang to the tune of his actions, and as the shockwave dissipated, and the adrenaline subsided he found himself heaving for breath behind one of the many dumpsters littered behind the back of a restaurant.
After falling to his knees his stomach quickly purged that morning’s breakfast.
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