05-23-2017, 12:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-04-2017, 08:27 PM by Kuzuru.
Edit Reason: Tier 6 not 2
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It was a strange sight to see the two bounty hunters escorting a teenage girl. Charlie had long since holstered his weapon and were it not for the restraints on Samintha’s wrists the trip would’ve seemed little more than an odd family. But, that was not the case and the cuffs, which were little more than riot-grade zipties, implied a more insidious relationship. And were they any deeper no one would’ve batted an eye, but Tier 4 still carried a sense of morality, however superficial. Curious eyes followed them everywhere they went, with looks of disgust and abhorrence that Charles had no problem returning. Mallory fiddled with his phone, pulling up maps of each tier and doing a cursory memorization of each.
“Make a left here,” Mallory said, “we’ll take the elevators to Tier 6.”
“Gotcha,” Charles answered.
Sam stayed quiet, only answering the occasional question from her captors. She chewed on the insides of her cheeks and glanced around, trying in vain to find an avenue of escape. Not that she would get far, without a knife there was no way she could escape her bindings, and they would catch her quickly. Religion wasn’t her cup of tea, but she prayed to Omni that Ameara would rescue her.
They reached the elevator terminal and stepped inside. It was little more than a spherical capsule fitted inside a large tube capable of fitting about ten people, maybe fifteen if they squeezed in real tight. They stepped inside and the door sealed behind them. Mallory pressed the key for Tier 6. The sound of pressurized air hissed around them and after a few seconds they plummeted into the depths of Coruscant. It was a twisting and winding trip, filled with sharp turns and nearly-horizontal angles. Built-in stabilizers ensured a gentle ride, so much so that a glass of milk filled to the brim wouldn’t have spilled. Sam watched the city whizz by through an open viewport. It wasn’t anything special to the natives, but back on Earth it would’ve been something you had to go to Six-flags for.
Eventually they came to a stop and after a few seconds the doors slid open. They had arrived inside an Empire checkpoint. Stormtroopers and clerical staff littered the building. The trio stepped forward for processing. A floating droid, reminiscent of a large eyeball, scanned them. A buzzer sounded, Charlie rolled his eyes, and Mallory sighed. A stormtrooper and a woman wearing an unarmored uniform motioned for the three to step out of line.
“Quite a bit of weaponry you’ve got there citizens, I’ll need your IDs and permits please,” the administration officer said.
The bounty hunters obliged her and she spent a few seconds examining them. The stormtrooper shifted about, keeping his finger on the trigger guard of his rifle.
“Ah bounty hunters I see,” the officer muttered, before glancing towards the girl, “I’m assuming she’s a criminal?”
Charles went to say something, but Mal elbowed his ribs.
“Yes, we captured her this morning, but her brothers got away,” Mallory said, “that’s kind of why we’re here.”
The officer nodded towards the trooper, “yes, yes, well we appreciate your help, we can take her from here.”
The stormtrooper moved to grab Sam, but Charlie stepped in front of him. The bounty hunter towered over the armored trooper and puffed out his chest.
“Stand aside citizen,” the trooper’s filtered voice commanded him.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Mallory said, putting his hands up, “wait a second, like I said we’re here to get her brothers and she’s going to lead us to them, we can’t have you taking her just yet.”
“I’d suggest you tell your friend to stand down,” the officer said, “we tend to look poorly upon those who obstruct justice.”
“Sorry, sorry, he’s a bit of a meathead,” Mallory said.
“I’m not a meat-” Charlie began to speak.
“Shut up Charles you damned meathead,” Mallory snapped, “at any rate according to the rules and regulations set forth by the Empire’s Code of Conduct for bounty hunters, we have seven standard days to turn over a captured mark to the Empire’s custody, ergo, we’ve got a bit over six days before we need to hand her over to you, her brothers are wanted criminals as well and she’s our only lead to them, so if you took her from us now you’d be stepping over a dollar to pick up a nickel.”
The stormtrooper turned to his superior for guidance and she stood silent, mulling over what she had just heard. After a few moments of deliberations the officer handed back their ID cards and weapon permits.
“Very well,” she said, “but, I will be expecting to see the rest of her family in custody before the week is over.”
“No worries about that ma’am, we’re experts at what we do,” Mal responded, and turned towards the exit, “come on Charlie, let’s get going.”
“Make a left here,” Mallory said, “we’ll take the elevators to Tier 6.”
“Gotcha,” Charles answered.
Sam stayed quiet, only answering the occasional question from her captors. She chewed on the insides of her cheeks and glanced around, trying in vain to find an avenue of escape. Not that she would get far, without a knife there was no way she could escape her bindings, and they would catch her quickly. Religion wasn’t her cup of tea, but she prayed to Omni that Ameara would rescue her.
They reached the elevator terminal and stepped inside. It was little more than a spherical capsule fitted inside a large tube capable of fitting about ten people, maybe fifteen if they squeezed in real tight. They stepped inside and the door sealed behind them. Mallory pressed the key for Tier 6. The sound of pressurized air hissed around them and after a few seconds they plummeted into the depths of Coruscant. It was a twisting and winding trip, filled with sharp turns and nearly-horizontal angles. Built-in stabilizers ensured a gentle ride, so much so that a glass of milk filled to the brim wouldn’t have spilled. Sam watched the city whizz by through an open viewport. It wasn’t anything special to the natives, but back on Earth it would’ve been something you had to go to Six-flags for.
Eventually they came to a stop and after a few seconds the doors slid open. They had arrived inside an Empire checkpoint. Stormtroopers and clerical staff littered the building. The trio stepped forward for processing. A floating droid, reminiscent of a large eyeball, scanned them. A buzzer sounded, Charlie rolled his eyes, and Mallory sighed. A stormtrooper and a woman wearing an unarmored uniform motioned for the three to step out of line.
“Quite a bit of weaponry you’ve got there citizens, I’ll need your IDs and permits please,” the administration officer said.
The bounty hunters obliged her and she spent a few seconds examining them. The stormtrooper shifted about, keeping his finger on the trigger guard of his rifle.
“Ah bounty hunters I see,” the officer muttered, before glancing towards the girl, “I’m assuming she’s a criminal?”
Charles went to say something, but Mal elbowed his ribs.
“Yes, we captured her this morning, but her brothers got away,” Mallory said, “that’s kind of why we’re here.”
The officer nodded towards the trooper, “yes, yes, well we appreciate your help, we can take her from here.”
The stormtrooper moved to grab Sam, but Charlie stepped in front of him. The bounty hunter towered over the armored trooper and puffed out his chest.
“Stand aside citizen,” the trooper’s filtered voice commanded him.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Mallory said, putting his hands up, “wait a second, like I said we’re here to get her brothers and she’s going to lead us to them, we can’t have you taking her just yet.”
“I’d suggest you tell your friend to stand down,” the officer said, “we tend to look poorly upon those who obstruct justice.”
“Sorry, sorry, he’s a bit of a meathead,” Mallory said.
“I’m not a meat-” Charlie began to speak.
“Shut up Charles you damned meathead,” Mallory snapped, “at any rate according to the rules and regulations set forth by the Empire’s Code of Conduct for bounty hunters, we have seven standard days to turn over a captured mark to the Empire’s custody, ergo, we’ve got a bit over six days before we need to hand her over to you, her brothers are wanted criminals as well and she’s our only lead to them, so if you took her from us now you’d be stepping over a dollar to pick up a nickel.”
The stormtrooper turned to his superior for guidance and she stood silent, mulling over what she had just heard. After a few moments of deliberations the officer handed back their ID cards and weapon permits.
“Very well,” she said, “but, I will be expecting to see the rest of her family in custody before the week is over.”
“No worries about that ma’am, we’re experts at what we do,” Mal responded, and turned towards the exit, “come on Charlie, let’s get going.”
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