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DAY ONE | THE ARRIVAL. OPTION A | STARTING FRESH. You wake up, wet and bruised, in the water. You don't recall falling, but you recall a flash of bright light, and the next thing you know you're washing up on the shoreline. You can see two moons and a planet or two in the sky. It's a surprising sight; just as surprising is the fact that you're not alone. Abovehead is a slash of oscillating lights that flash painfully bright from moment to moment - and you get to witness a silhouette or two getting spit out of the lights, falling into the waters with a loud splash. No one is hauling you off your feet, but you do see a small crowd of teenagers forming around you, looking at you warily as they hold out makeshift weapons. When they realize you're awake, they start calling for someone called Navigator - and one such person appears, gives you a cursory check-up before healing what wounds you may have. In a terse voice, they tell you: "You are currently in Caius Allied Territory. Welcome to Alexandrina." After that, they shove a dry towel at you and point you in the direction of the others who've washed up on the shore; shower tents have been set up while shuttles idle nearby, waiting for you to board. It's not the warmest welcome, but it's something. You're now in Alexandrina, and we hope you enjoy your stay. OPTION B | TEST DRIVE AS CANON. You wake up to the sound of the sea crashing gently on the shore - and the odd yell or two as people fall from the sky. Up you get, the man knocking on your door shouts out. Time to get the new kids out of the water. They give you towels and med kits to take along with you, before leading you own to the beach where figures fall into the water — and you see with your own eyes how the figures' descent slows for a heartbeat, just before hitting the water, almost as if gravity itself is rejecting them. Curious, isn't it? Better get to work though, before the children start poking holes on the ones that have already washed up to shore. DAY TWO (A) | IT'S RAINING... CRYSTALS? It starts with a few droplets, and then it's suddenly pouring in sheets. The rain is fairly pedestrian at first, just plain water soaking into everything, but then it starts to get a little warmer, warmer still... and then it's raining crystals along with the water. Crystals in many colors, glittering and glimmering as they fall from the sky. The locals have baskets set out to catch the downpour, and some of them are inviting you to do the same, because the rain doesn't seem like it'll last for very long. These crystals are used by the locals as portable fuel. Go ahead and collect some loot; these crystals may come in really handy soon... DAY TWO (B) | BLAST FROM THE PAST. ...And by soon we mean really soon. The 409 is a mishmash of technology. Some of the tech, like the hoverbikes and the medical kits, indicate to a far more advanced level of research and tech development. On the other hand, there are twenty-first century cars with wheels, and antiquated communication tools. What's up with that? Poverty. That's what's up. Dark economic humor aside, the reason behind the 409's prevalent low fidelity technology really is a matter of a lack of resources - Hypatia Holdings only funds its rescue fleet and its health care, but little else. Most of the development in the area has gone to setting up defenses against the rift. The inter-settlement commerce is thriving, certainly, but there's only so much of the more up-to-date resources to go around and importing from Pycchis tend to cost an arm and a leg. Hence: the wheeled cars and jet-propelled bikes, among the many anachronistic things that are still up and running in the 409. The locals still use the vehicles to get around, but a good number of them are in great need of repair. They're offering the new arrivals personal items to trade for fixing the vehicles. Do you want some star-shaped fruit? A hand-sewn shirt or two? Maybe you want a helmet, or a pair of boots. The locals are open to trading if you'll help them fix their meager vehicles. You could even use those collected crystals from earlier to power up the vehicles, take them around for a test drive. Do a good deed today, and earn yourself a good dinner. DAY THREE | SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409. The settlement is in a mess. The 409 is a bustling little settlement - there's a flourishing market, a healthy community, and a fairly peaceful relationship with the Satellite Embassy and the Caians who live there. Generally speaking, the 409 is a good place to live in Alexandrina. Tonight is an exception, however, because sometime during lights out someone - a bunch of someones - start blasting holes through the thin walls of the local cottages. The small crowd moves through the settlement fast; by the time the settlers are up and about to check the noise and the damage, the perpetrators have moved on. Walls are blasted through, and the ones left undamaged are vandalized with glowing tags in rude Caian slang. On some walls, MIND YOUR OWN is written over and over, in large block letters. Stalls and their wares have been upended and strewn across the streets. Children are woken up, crying, and the elders get to the business of cleaning up with a resigned attitude. The message is clear: the Terrans aren't welcome. What kind of life do these people lead in this place? You don't get to ask your questions just yet. According to the Head Navigator, everyone's to move north, and everyone's got a few days to salvage what they can from the mess. Easier to leave for somewhere quieter than to rebuild where their efforts will be torn back down again, they say. Looks like you've got a lot of lifting to do. OPTION A | GET GOSSIPY. While helping the settlers get their affairs in order, you ask around about the general climate of the settlements. Does this kind of attack happen often? Do people get harassed like this outside of the settlements? You get a feel for how these people live, and it doesn't paint a nice picture. OPTION B | INVESTIGATE THE MESS. You ask around - but not about what's happening. Did the locals see who was responsible? Did they hear anything before the walls were punched through? You're a nosybody and it makes the settlers a little uncomfortable, but they're not shying away from the questions either. OOC NOTES. Welcome to the first INTRO LOG of HYPERJUMP! This log contains clues towards the upcoming STORY QUEST this September, so please don't hesitate to ask us any questions here related to the log! ♥

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[possidetur]

( day one | option a )

( vanessa barely notices the guns. the brighter day, the empty streets, the fact that, being in water, she is plainly not in london overwhelms her a little. what has happened, where is she. how is she here?

and then there are hands on her, pulling her up from the water, trying to examine her. vanessa attempts to pull away but to no avail -- they're persistent and stronger, saying something that she misses. manages to take the towel, stood lost in the water, making no attept to move towards the shuttle.

where is she? how is she here? what is going on? )

( day two | crystals )

( vanessa's been outside for hours. it's a strange place, somewhere that looks nothing like london or any city that she's seen. but then this was nowhere that she'd heard of before. vanessa wasn't certain that sitting outside was a good thing, everything being strange and confusing, and easier for people to find her, but the cottages were crowded. it felt uncomfortable, a little suffocating and brought an almost need to scream, to escape.

she'd sat herself on the ground a short walk away from one of the rows, arms holding her knees up to her chest. and then the rain started. she didn't mind it, it feeling almost calming, something to try and focus her mind onto. and then it got warmer.

when vanessa opened her eyes again she could see the sparkles of the glitter as the crystals fell. it took a few moments of staring out at them before she tentatively held a hand out to 'catch' some, to look at whatever this was closer. how could it be raining crystals? )

( day three | option b)

( vanessa isn't sleeping, too troubled by the events from before she'd arrived mixed with the fact that she'd been kidnapped. when the noises come she's already awake, moving to the door to look outside once everything quietens down again, though with the holes in the walls of the cottage there was no shortage of anywhere to look.

the next day everyone moves. though the locals try and engage her in conversation, to get her to help vanessa is too focused for the moment at examining the damage that was caused, at the messages left. she's silent as she does it, for the most part, hands touching the sides of the buildings. there was such violence in the act, more than it just being a shooting. it felt like a history, something with purpose )

Who are you?

( her tone is grave, words quiet. she hasn't spoken much lately, her voice rougher from the lack of use. even her motions are more stilted, vanessa trying to find a focus, find something. she doesn't know what to do but this feels-- familiar, almost )

( wildcard )

( hit me up with something random or pm me to get something set up! )

victra au julii | red rising | ota

[bye_felicia]

DAY ONE | THE ARRIVAL
Option A

"What the slagging hell am I supposed to do with this?" Victra demands. It's obvious enough that they expect her to shower here, and she's no stranger to this style of roughing it. Jove, back in Tinos, shower tents would have been a luxury. But a shower, warm or otherwise, is not what she wants.

She grabs the person nearest to her, maybe you, maybe one of the teenagers with guns too big for them, and quite nearly lifts them up off the ground by the neck of their shirt.

"Answers," she growls. "Answers, not a shower."


DAY TWO (A) | IT'S RAINING... CRYSTALS?
Victra likes the rain. Normal rain. She likes the smell of stone as the first droplets fall. So it's with disappointment that she sees the droplets form into crystals that sparkle in the sky but produce no such comforting scent.

"Can't even get that right," she mutters. It's been a day and then some. She has some of her answers now, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. And there's the most pressing question, of course, of how to get the hell home. But that's the one inquiry that no one seems to have the faintest idea about.

Sighing, arms crossed over her chest, she glances over to the nearest person. "Have you seen anything like this before?" she wonders. Maybe there's someone who knows this place better than she does.


DAY TWO (B) | BLAST FROM THE PAST
Victra has no intention of trading. For one thing, she's no Orange. She hasn't the faintest idea how to manipulate this kind of tech. Any tech at all, really. She's never learned how to work anything other than her GravBoots, her weapons. She can't even navigate space and she's called herself a slagging commander. Everyone else does that. Every other Color has a job to do. Victra's job has always been to lead, not to fix machinery.

That said, she's bored. And she's got a handful of those crystals burning a hole in her pocket. So she picks out the vehicle she thinks she's most capable of, the one that looks closest to a motorcycle, nothing fancy, and throws the crystals into the tank.

"Test drive, darling," she drawls to the owner before throwing her leg over the machine and revving the engine. She'll return it, in the end, no worse for wear, but she's certainly not done anything to earn this.


DAY THREE | SAY GOODBYE TO THE 409
Option B | Investigate the Mess

It's unnervingly close to home. It's not an exact match, but it's close enough that Victra finds herself standing in the middle of the street, staring at some of the tags left on the houses. MIND YOUR OWN. Keep your head down, stay in your lane, do what you're told and thank them for the opportunity to serve, to be pushed around. Thank them for the chance to live.

It's wrong.

People around her are doing their best to move on, but Victra can't shake the simmering anger in her veins. Her bones. She asks questions but doesn't help much. She could. She's stronger than any one of these people. But her focus is on revenge. On preparing for the next attack. Because there will be one. She's sure of that. This isn't the sort of thing that goes away quietly.


(( I'll match your style, prose or brackets. Any questions or other ideas, hit me up at Evilsalmon. ))

[kanyounot]

Day Two; Option A or B;

[ So these crystals are definitely... a thing. Kanan managed to get a couple baskets full of them, partly because everyone else was doing it and partly because he's curious about them. They're clearly a source of power, though far different from the kyber crystals back home - they don't resonate, or sing the same way as the kybers do. But they're still interesting - and potentially useful.

And they prove themselves so within a few hours, as Kanan finds himself browsing the wares at the 409. ]

Is... is this a combustion engine? I can't believe this place can drag us here from all over the universe and yet you don't have astromechs and you still use combustion engines.

[ He waves aside the used parts seller vaguely. ]

Okay, okay. I'm no mechanic but I can probably rig this thing up to run, just get me some string and wire.

Day Three; Option A;

[ After the attack, Kanan suspects it's best to keep his questions mostly innocuous - at least to start. And if he asks them while helping pick things up, helping these Terrans pack up - all the better. He'll seem like one of them. He might earn their trust. Be more effective in helping them, the next time something like this happens.

Because he's sure something like this will happen again, it doesn't take long to figure out that this is a Thing That Happens.

Reminds him of Tarkintown, in a way. ]

I guess I'm just not sure why they dislike you so much. What'd you ever do to them?

[ Spotting someone nearby, he waves them over. ]

Hey, wanna help with this?

[ He points at a large piece of furniture. If only he could use his telekinesis... ]

Day Whenever; Wildcard;

[ Toss me a starter or PM me if you have ideas/questions! ]

c r y s t a l s

[kanyounot]

Ouch.

[ Someone nearby just got dinged on the head by the falling crystals. He looks mildly annoyed by this, rubbing at his head - then holds out a hand to catch another one so he can examine it more closely. ]

Well, that's different. Ever seen anything like this before?

blast from the p a s t

[kanyounot]

"The least you can do is offer to help with something in exchange," Kanan says mildly as she returns from her test drive. He's got grease on his clothes - not much of a mechanic, Chopper usually does the diagnostic and repair work on the Ghost and Phantom, but he knows his way around an old engine when he needs to.

"No sense abusing their hospitality," he adds lightly.

[glitchinthesystem]

Day One| Option A

[ When Glitch had awoken to a bunch of teenagers surrounding him, his first reaction was to leap to his feet and get ready to knock someone down. Usually when other kids did this kind of pack tactic it never spelled anything good. However, he had been thrown off completely when he saw sun...and water and...was he standing on sand?

It's enough to throw him off completely that he doesn't even put up a fight or make any move to be violent. He's almost lost in a daze, not even noticing a towel being shoved into his hands and being led off to some tents. It's about there he had gained some kind of mental function when he realizes where he is. The outside?

Impossible. Far too impossible. It's when he's in the semi lucid haze that he wandered away from the tents to stand by the shore of the beach. Just staring out at the water. Finally, he mutters;]

I must have gone fucking bonkers. There's no way this is real.

Day Two | Option B

[ Now this isn't something he's unfamiliar with; Poverty. Crude stalls trying to sell wares through trade or money. The dome didn't have this kind of market though. Honestly, there wasn't much trade to begin with. Sure the other teens would trade occasionally if they managed to knick something decent from their jobs, but not to this level.

But, the fact that people are desperately trying to survive. That's what's really familiar to him. It doesn't really soften him to their plight though. At least, the kids his age or the adults. Being asked to try and fix a weird vehicle though? Definitely beyond his capabilities, but he did collect some of those crystals. Those seemed to be flying all over this market.

So, he's standing in front of this haggered old man manning their stall with his bucket of crystals. The man seems to be in of desperate sorts, offering rations for three days, but the teen here? He's looking surly, arms crossed and unimpressed with the offer. ]

Look, I'm not taking anything less than a week's worth of rations for these crystals.If you can't afford that than tough fucking luck. I'm sure there's someone else here who'd be willing to do business.

[ Want to help the kid get what he wants? Or tell him off for being rude to an old man? ]

Day Three | Option B

[ Now getting shot at in the night is not what he'd consider a fun time. Honestly, after everything that's been going on he was hoping at least his sleep would be relatively peaceful.

Alas, that wasn't to be after all the commotion. Now they were moving? It's enough to piss anyone off. Especially the kid with the shortest of fuses when it came to bullies.

Sure, he didn't much give a shit about the grown ups or the other teenagers here having to pick up their lives. Big deal, they could live. It's the fact that the kids...the little kids here are more scared than anyone. It's not right that they had to live in fear of getting shot at by some people who got their sick jollies out of stupidly hating humans. So, when time comes, Glitch has cornered somebody (probably some other teenager) and he's getting some answers. ]

Look, kid. We both know you had to have seen some goddamn faces last night. I was up and I saw you out there. So you can either give me some fucking descriptions about who's trying to shoot my head off or I can give you some of the nastiest bruises.

[ Though he may be bluffing about actually injuring this kid.

Maybe. ]

[bye_felicia]

"No sense in not taking advantage of what's on offer," Victra replies breezily as she slides off the vehicle. "It's practically a zero sum equation. I used my own fuel, and they lost the use of a machine they weren't using for what. Ten minutes?"

She tosses the keys back to the owner. "It's a ... charming machine," is all she says of her drive.

[possidetur]

( vanessa was startled by the voice, attention focused on the 'rain', on the crystals that were falling. she hadn't heard him coming, gaze slowly lifting up to look at him, to briefly look over him )

No.

( her voice sounded rough, months of a lack of use making it sound strange to her )

This isn't rain.

shouta mikoshiba | dolls | ota

[enforce]

I. DAY ONE, OPTION B

[ So, it wasn't a dream. Or a fever haze, or any number of odd, bright, and intricate death hallucinations he'd read about in text books when he was eighteen and learning about the killing business. All things come full circle, huh? It punctures his cavalier demeanor, to feel himself breathing. To wake up to real memories, a bruised cheek, the pounding fist on his door and a pounding in his head -

...yeah, he might be slightly hung over. Turns out, trying to drink yourself (back) to death doesn't yield great results. But he's up, he's up, pulled from he place he slept and down towards the beach. There are already a number of locals gathered about, hollering, and then come the ungentle plinks of people hitting the water. ]

Great.

[ Well, better make himself useful.

To anyone who's having a time in the surf, Shouta will approach, all 6'0" of him, pants rolled up and wild hair all blown about by salt and sun. He offers a hand out. ]

C'mon, up you go. Before something worse comes crashing out of that damn thing.

II. DAY TWO, OPTION A

[ You know, it's not the weirdest thing he's seen here. He did get punched in the face by a willowy, strong-armed alien. But even for him, seeing the far-off glint of crystals hurtling through the sky is worth looking at. At first, he thinks it's something different about the rain, because what does he know about a celestial ecosystem? He'd been standing it in for a while just to let something familiar wash over him until he'd caught sight of the glimmering.

And so, with his face still upturned, Shouta gets whacked straight in the nose with a crystal drop. ]

Ouch! What the hell...!

[ That's enough for him to duck under one of the cottage awnings (who's? yours?) for cover, rubbing his reddening face and looking mighty offended.

Just, don't say it. ]

III. DAY TWO, OPTION B

Okay, I get it already, alright? Just back off a second!

[ This isn't the first time that the 409 has seemed really rudimentary to him. What with the cobbled together vehicles, rustic living spaces, communal atmosphere. It reminds him of Sector One. It all just happened to be deadass in the middle of space. It's fine, really. What's not fine is a local kid trying to shove some kind of fuzzy fruit in his face for his willingness to take a look at the little engine on a jet-bike. Another woman is literally trying to get a look at a rip in his shirt with him still in it.

Long suffering, Shouta sighs noisily, glancing around for someone sane in this mess to serve as a distraction.

Notably, he's still not backing off the job. Help? ]

IV. DAY THREE, OPTION B

[ No good deed goes unpunished. So the saying goes, and Shouta has seen just which roads good intentions pave. Since getting dumped in Koriba and shuffled out as quickly as possible, as if that was the mistake in all this, he's had a hunch. And boy, when he starts being proven right. It happens so fast that even he doesn't have time to confront the perpetrators. But when the settlers deem it safe to leave, Shouta doesn't bother with asking around just yet. He wants to see for himself, to get a framework for the answers he's looking for.

Like this, he moves with purpose, surveying each vandalized cottage and business. When he comes upon a cluster of writings, a frown sets deep on his expression. With a bare hand, not bothering with his gloves, he reaches to touch the lettering, but then jerks back as if burned by it.

But it wasn't his hand.

A spark flares behind his right eye as if ignited, making his expression flinch. Shaking his head, he presses his heel against it, looking like he might be sick right there in the open. ]

[bye_felicia]

Never gonna happen.

[ Victra's been perusing the merchandise, finding, on the whole, that everything is less than desirable, not worth her time and effort. But, very little is. She's Gold. She's used to everything, the best of everything, being offered to her on a platter. Even years of torture and roughing it in a rebellion doesn't undo that expectation.

She happens by the kid trying to hustle more than feasible out of the old man and shakes her head. ]

You're asking too much. Don't you know how to haggle?

Wildcard; One jump ahead of the hitman

[glitchinthesystem]

[ There had to be a way to make some quick cash here. Being dropped into this dream, or hallucination or whatever? It was still pretty vivid. Vivid enough where he still felt hunger. Maybe once he got some food in him he'd wake up or come to his senses.

Either way the goal was to get some food. There had to be some easy marks here. Someone who didn't need the food tickets, the cash whatever it's called. He's leaning against a wall just watching, observing people coming by.

Then he see's this man in the crowd. He's not sure what he's doing. Talking to someone? Helping someone out? He's not sure. What he does know is that they're back is to Glitch and the boy see's it on their belt. Some weird cylinder with buttons. Definitely looked fancy, expensive probably. Maybe it was some machine part? Those might go for something. Well, whatever it was it's gonna be his in a second.

So, he's casual about it, walking over towards them, making sure he was still behind them. Then he passes, and he reaches down to the man's belt and just gently takes the cylinder off it's clip and keeps going. Though it's probably not the most refined of his steals. His magnetism wasn't working still and this was all with his hands. So what Glitch might've seen as at least a decent pick pocket, this guy may just feel the tug as Glitch makes off with this little trinket. ]

[glitchinthesystem]

[ His gaze shifts over to this woman beside him. Definitely a lot older than he was, give or take a good ten years. Her input however doesn't get what appreciation they may have expected. Instead it gets something of a glowering look with a scoff. The impression this woman gives is something that'd he probably call, stuck up. He's seen it in the domes, girls and guys who think their hot shit. Or least that's how he feels.]

Yeah, thanks, you can go now. No one asked for the advice, Lady. This isn't about haggling, this is about what's even. If you know what that word means.

[bye_felicia]

[ She rolls her eyes. Even. He doesn't even know the first thing about it, about her. Victra knows what's uneven, certainly. Just like she knows how not to let someone get under her skin. ]

Four days, [ she says to the old man. Low ball. She should be asking for more, but this, now, isn't about what's even.

He gladly accepts this much more feasible offer. Rations and a bag of crystals trade hands.

Now he's even less likely to make the trade with the boy. ]

[glitchinthesystem]

[ Yeah, about that. When the trade is made between her and the man, his face contorts into absolutely annoyance. It's pretty clear now he won't be able to get what he needs from this man.

So he's going to start walking away, but not before he gives her a good shoulder check in the side. ]

Hag. Thanks, for that. [ Voice dripping with sarcasm all the while. He expects that's probably gonna be the end of that...but he has a feeling she's gonna have some words. These types usually do. ]

[bye_felicia]

[ She's got a foot and a half on him, which makes the shoulder check frankly adorable. Grinning, Victra turns after him and makes a grab for him, hand to the collar of his shirt. Maybe she catches him, maybe she doesn't, but she's not about to let him walk away without a little more fun. ]

You can always make a trade with me, boyo. [ Her voice is falsely sweet. ] I promise you a fair deal. You know, even.

[glitchinthesystem]

[ It's the moment he feels the hand close to his neck when he wheels around. His hand arcs out as he spins and just knocks hers away. Tempermental or not, he wasn't completely helpless. ]

Don't touch me. [ That's his first response. Now the other is the most suspicious look he can give her. She wanted to trade? And that smile? Don't get him started at how many goosebumps he was getting. Whether genuine or not, he obviously didn't trust a woman who just ruined a deal for him. ]

Oh please, fair? Like you know fair. But, go on; tell me this oh so fair deal. [ The thought of just electrocuting her right here is tempting. He could just pick up her rations and whatever supplies she got and walk off as she was still twitching on the ground. But, he didn't want to show his full hand just yet. ]

[bye_felicia]

[ Her eyes widen a touch -- interest, amusement, not surprise exactly -- and the smile remains in place as he whirls around and smacks her hand out of the way. It's like playing with a kitten, all dark hair and big eyes and sour attitude. Now don't say Victra doesn't have a soft side.

She crosses her arms over her chest and cocks her hip out, staring him down, her amusement being tamped down a touch in deference to the serious matter of trade. ]

Oh, but I don't know fair or even. So you tell me: what'll you give me for four days rations that's fair and even?

[kanyounot]

"It's primitive, is what you mean," Kanan says with a dismissive snort. "These people have the tech to kidnap us here but don't even have hoverbikes."

His tone isn't too judgmental though, just commentating as he grabs a wrench and starts messing with the engine he's picking apart. "But since we're stuck on one planet for the time being, we'd better not get the locals angry if we can help it."

[kanyounot]

Yeah, figured that one out pretty quick.

[ He taps the crystal in his hand lightly, turns his head a bit as if trying to listen to it... interesting. ]

Sorry, manners. I'm Kanan. [ He blinks, clutches the crystal, and holds out his other hand for her to shake, if she wants. ]

[kanyounot]

[ There's a lot to do here, to take a guy's mind off things. Kanan can almost pretend he's gone back in time, to before he met Hera on Gorse. How he used to be, alone and anonymous, a vagrant hopping around the galaxy from job to job.

Of course, he's not the same person at all - sticks his neck out for people on the regular now, and he's got not just Hera to worry about back home, but Sabine, Zeb... Ezra.

As if on cue, he feels the tug at his belt and glances down, surprised to see a kid making off with half his lightsaber hilt. ]

Hey. Hey! Get back here!

[ And Kanan is off, chasing after the wannabe thief. ]

[glitchinthesystem]

[ What he wants to say is "a good kick in the face", but, no. There was already a bunch of people around and starting any kind of commotion would just be to his determent. The old man would side with her if more people got involved, and if he didn't, this lady would definitely bribe them.

There's a long look he gives her and he shrugs, almost matching her posture in mock defiance. ]

How about absolutely fucking nothing? There's plenty of people to trade with and I'm sure as shit that you don't have enough to go spoiling every deal for me.

[ It's a guess, but he feels like it's a good one. After all, he did see her just trade what she had. Sure, she might have another stash else where but probably hidden and not close to any people. But, she couldn't ruin any deals for him now if he decided to go looking. Unless she decided to follow, which he'd definitely wouldn't let happen. ]

[glitchinthesystem]

Fuck! [ He was sure the guy had been way too focused on what he was doing. Guess that's what he gets for assuming too much. He's already quick to start sprinting the moment the man yells.

The benefit of being small? He could at least slip in through the small gaps between stalls and beneath.

The drawback? His legs aren't as long, so speed had to be made up through difficult terrain.

He leaps over a stall, kicking down some crates behind him to add some obstacles between him and the other. If he could just make it to some of the heavier areas of this makeshift market he might be able to shake this guy there. ]

[kanyounot]

Stop!

[ The kid probably thinks something really bad will happen to him, or something. Kanan has almost never had to worry about anyone swiping his lightsaber - disassembled, it doesn't look like anything important or valuable. Except with Ezra, of course, but -

Ah, hell, he tossed some crates down. Kanan jumps over them, a bit of a feat for a normal human being to accomplish, but then, Kanan isn't really normal. He's tall, and he's got stamina. And he's catching up with the thief. ]

Give it up, kid, that's not any use to you anyway!

[glitchinthesystem]

Nope, nope, nope, nope!

[ Is what he yells back. He's definitely not stopping. Especially, when this guy would likely break his arm over this and the medical care? Yeah, he didn't really trust it.

What he thought would at least slow the guy, didn't even do anything. From when he took a glance back, the guy was still behind him. Did he just pass through them? Frick. He thought old people had bad joints or something. The man yells at him again and that just gives Glitch the motivation to move faster, all the while yelling; ]

It will be when I sell the damn thing!

[ Another large stall ahead and Glitch just goes into a slide beneath it before launching himself to his feet and sprinting again. Lets see this guy try and follow that. ]

[kanyounot]

Good luck getting money for that!

[ Honestly, it's not even a whole lightsaber hilt. It's nonfunctional in its current state, just a piece of metal. He doesn't even have the part that houses the kyber crystal. No one in their right mind would pay him for it.

What the kid is clearly not counting on is both Kanan's reflexes and his precognition - he might not be able to know what's going to happen in an hour, but he knows that this kid is going to be in a certain spot in about thirty seconds - and he can dodge the cart in the middle of the road easily, rounding a corner in an attempt to cut him off. ]