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Post by Jounin on Oct 21, 2015 21:22:09 GMT -5
Another day...another day locked within the confines of his own home. Currently residing in a Coruscant apartment Vartuk wistfully spends his days mediating. It didn't register within his mind that it had been days since he talked to someone. To him the days were just going by faster and faster as he meditates for longer and longer. His last encounter was with a couple of Republic soldiers who were abusing their power. When he stood up for the civilian they attacked and he was forced to defend himself. Now that he washed away the rest of the hatred and regret from that encounter he was ready to face people of Coruscant again.
Standing up, Vartuk took a deep breath through his respirator and left the apartment to head to the speeder garage. Upon entering it wasn't hard to find his vehicle. Among the barely organized rows of speeder bikes, Vartuk's white and orange swoop bike stuck out like a sore thumb. Hoping aboard, he revved the engine and left for the streets of the city planet.
He started his first patrol of the week. As a vigilante to Coruscant, it seemed immoral, lazy, and frankly not much better than Republic Security to avoid patrolling when out of his home. Focusing his energy to sense any shady figures he was able to locate a possible gang burrowed with the alleyways.
He sped through the streets following his sense until reaching the maze of alleys. With that he slowed down tremendously wanting to avoid attention and possibly crashing. Upon entering the territory of the possible gang, Vartuk felt and eerie silence wash over him. He could sense multiple figures, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where. That question was answered once blaster fire rang through the air and cut through one of his respirator's tubes.
"Get out of our territory Gand, or the next shot will be to your throat." An approaching figure threatens. At this point Vatuk's vision became blurry from lack of ammonia to breath, so not willing to fight a battle where he'd defiantly loose, he flees back into the streets only to pass out next to his swoop bike.
Standing up, Vartuk took a deep breath through his respirator and left the apartment to head to the speeder garage. Upon entering it wasn't hard to find his vehicle. Among the barely organized rows of speeder bikes, Vartuk's white and orange swoop bike stuck out like a sore thumb. Hoping aboard, he revved the engine and left for the streets of the city planet.
He started his first patrol of the week. As a vigilante to Coruscant, it seemed immoral, lazy, and frankly not much better than Republic Security to avoid patrolling when out of his home. Focusing his energy to sense any shady figures he was able to locate a possible gang burrowed with the alleyways.
He sped through the streets following his sense until reaching the maze of alleys. With that he slowed down tremendously wanting to avoid attention and possibly crashing. Upon entering the territory of the possible gang, Vartuk felt and eerie silence wash over him. He could sense multiple figures, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where. That question was answered once blaster fire rang through the air and cut through one of his respirator's tubes.
"Get out of our territory Gand, or the next shot will be to your throat." An approaching figure threatens. At this point Vatuk's vision became blurry from lack of ammonia to breath, so not willing to fight a battle where he'd defiantly loose, he flees back into the streets only to pass out next to his swoop bike.