Chase Merik
Jun 11th, 2002, 08:17:06 PM
22-11-9 ABY, 1900 Local Time, Mundi District, Coruscant
The sun was just starting to set over the Senate Building as Chase Merik rounded the corner onto Davris Drive. Night on Coruscant wasn't so much absense of sunlight as it was shadows cast by the towering cityscape growing longer and longer. The effect was especially surreal tonight, with the planetary defense shield looming over them.
It was a week since Grand Admiral Thrawn's siege. And people still kept looking up, thinking the sky was going to fall again.
Ten meters ahead and across the causeway, a raven haired human walked quickly, doing a very good job of being alert to her surroundings with looking suspicious. Impressive for a woman who had every available New Republic Intel operative on the planet looking for her.
"3-Bacta-9: Status," his comlink broke in through the constant thrum of background noise. All around him, in the open sky between towers, overhead, and even under the duracrete platform he stood on, repulsorlift engines pushed speeders of all designs in every direction possible. Sentients chittered, squeeked, spoke, and shouted a thousand languages under the lights of flourescent signs and holovid feeds.
Chase glanced up. "Still on her. Could you get your boys to back off a li--"
Startled screams turned all eyes upward as a Kassis Mark 4 slammed across the hood of a late model black skycruiser and tore off between traffic lanes.
"Too late. Frell!" Merik turned his attention back to street level, barely catching the sight of his target slipping through the confused crowd.
Chase scrambled sideways to get a better vantage. If he went straight across without seeing how the woman he was following used her head start, she was home free. "She had her own backup! They tagged your shadow like it was a fraggin' firenok!" Within seconds he had a clear view down the alley, his optics zooming in on the Imperial weaving swiftly through a sea of pedestrians. "I got her! Go after the hot rod! Go! Go!"
The skycruiser halted abrubtly, veered off, and beelined after the Kassi Speeder. Chase muscled through the gawkers as they watched what they thought was a hit and run gone amok. Once clear, he sprinted under the decending hover traffic, badge held high. "Outta the way!! NRSF!"
The sun was just starting to set over the Senate Building as Chase Merik rounded the corner onto Davris Drive. Night on Coruscant wasn't so much absense of sunlight as it was shadows cast by the towering cityscape growing longer and longer. The effect was especially surreal tonight, with the planetary defense shield looming over them.
It was a week since Grand Admiral Thrawn's siege. And people still kept looking up, thinking the sky was going to fall again.
Ten meters ahead and across the causeway, a raven haired human walked quickly, doing a very good job of being alert to her surroundings with looking suspicious. Impressive for a woman who had every available New Republic Intel operative on the planet looking for her.
"3-Bacta-9: Status," his comlink broke in through the constant thrum of background noise. All around him, in the open sky between towers, overhead, and even under the duracrete platform he stood on, repulsorlift engines pushed speeders of all designs in every direction possible. Sentients chittered, squeeked, spoke, and shouted a thousand languages under the lights of flourescent signs and holovid feeds.
Chase glanced up. "Still on her. Could you get your boys to back off a li--"
Startled screams turned all eyes upward as a Kassis Mark 4 slammed across the hood of a late model black skycruiser and tore off between traffic lanes.
"Too late. Frell!" Merik turned his attention back to street level, barely catching the sight of his target slipping through the confused crowd.
Chase scrambled sideways to get a better vantage. If he went straight across without seeing how the woman he was following used her head start, she was home free. "She had her own backup! They tagged your shadow like it was a fraggin' firenok!" Within seconds he had a clear view down the alley, his optics zooming in on the Imperial weaving swiftly through a sea of pedestrians. "I got her! Go after the hot rod! Go! Go!"
The skycruiser halted abrubtly, veered off, and beelined after the Kassi Speeder. Chase muscled through the gawkers as they watched what they thought was a hit and run gone amok. Once clear, he sprinted under the decending hover traffic, badge held high. "Outta the way!! NRSF!"