05-12-2016, 06:07 AM
“Mierda!”
Carmelita swore in shock as she stepped through the portal. She’d been expecting more machines, plenty of scanners, several additional guards. What she hadn’t expected was the legion of security cameras that lined the open area, a fully armed patrol on the parade ground nearby and a dozen dog-like droids which she would hazard all had scent-sensors. The difference in the level of security was as stark as it was alarming, and swearing out loud hadn’t made it any easier to avoid detection.
Almost instantly the dog-bots perked their heads up as one. The big, clearly read sign that spelled out ‘Welcome To Coruscant’ began flashing with the red of an intruder alert, a siren slowly building in volume nearby. The platoon scattered frantically into firing positions, shoving civilians to the ground as they moved with purpose.
Carmelita took the quick and dirty route out of the situation: she ran. She couldn’t retreat the way she came since the portal was now blocked by several white-armoured guards, so she took a different direction, sprinting past the pack of cyber-dogs as quietly as she could. As she ran across the squeaky clean road, the dogs began sniffing around behind her. Barricades were being quickly assembled on the street exits to the plaza, and the situation was looking increasingly grim. Fortunately the troopers were still holding their fire, waiting for something to indicate where their target was, but unless she could lose the robotic hounds they’d soon draw a bead on her position.
The vixen who’d been as much on the run as she had been the tracker had no intention of giving them that chance. If the dog-droids had detected her scent even slightly, chances are there would be something capable of detecting Bentley’s gizmo, which in turn meant she had a limited window in which to escape the net that had been cast by the security forces. Looking around, there were no gutters, unfortunately, which meant no easy to climb drainpipes that Sly had taught her to scale, but there was a truck parked nearby whose tailgate and cab provided the perfect opportunity to jump onto that balcony nearby. She grinned at her good fortune.
Taking precious seconds to avoid causing the truck’s suspension to sway, Carmelita leapt from the truck roof and scrambled over the lip of the balcony, sighing in relief as she saw no immediate threats. The hounds below found themselves wandering around, unable to locate the source of the intruder’s scent, and with the confused beeps of the dog-droids and the general hubbub of the portal security behind her, she crept away to find a blind spot in the network of security cameras.
Carmelita swore in shock as she stepped through the portal. She’d been expecting more machines, plenty of scanners, several additional guards. What she hadn’t expected was the legion of security cameras that lined the open area, a fully armed patrol on the parade ground nearby and a dozen dog-like droids which she would hazard all had scent-sensors. The difference in the level of security was as stark as it was alarming, and swearing out loud hadn’t made it any easier to avoid detection.
Almost instantly the dog-bots perked their heads up as one. The big, clearly read sign that spelled out ‘Welcome To Coruscant’ began flashing with the red of an intruder alert, a siren slowly building in volume nearby. The platoon scattered frantically into firing positions, shoving civilians to the ground as they moved with purpose.
Carmelita took the quick and dirty route out of the situation: she ran. She couldn’t retreat the way she came since the portal was now blocked by several white-armoured guards, so she took a different direction, sprinting past the pack of cyber-dogs as quietly as she could. As she ran across the squeaky clean road, the dogs began sniffing around behind her. Barricades were being quickly assembled on the street exits to the plaza, and the situation was looking increasingly grim. Fortunately the troopers were still holding their fire, waiting for something to indicate where their target was, but unless she could lose the robotic hounds they’d soon draw a bead on her position.
The vixen who’d been as much on the run as she had been the tracker had no intention of giving them that chance. If the dog-droids had detected her scent even slightly, chances are there would be something capable of detecting Bentley’s gizmo, which in turn meant she had a limited window in which to escape the net that had been cast by the security forces. Looking around, there were no gutters, unfortunately, which meant no easy to climb drainpipes that Sly had taught her to scale, but there was a truck parked nearby whose tailgate and cab provided the perfect opportunity to jump onto that balcony nearby. She grinned at her good fortune.
Taking precious seconds to avoid causing the truck’s suspension to sway, Carmelita leapt from the truck roof and scrambled over the lip of the balcony, sighing in relief as she saw no immediate threats. The hounds below found themselves wandering around, unable to locate the source of the intruder’s scent, and with the confused beeps of the dog-droids and the general hubbub of the portal security behind her, she crept away to find a blind spot in the network of security cameras.