"Why don't we work on the not-dying first? Seems a good thing to prioritize."
Rich even sounded like a space rogue. Except he actually didn't want to, because that was the same thing as sounding a little like a jerk. He tried again, hoping to sound more gentle.
"I promise I can explain everything but we need to move," he said, guiding the kid by the arm to try to get him to safety. "Especially since you're hurt."
He laid down some cover fire, briefly eyeballing the teen's injuries for the brief half-second of time he had between shots. Not good. Very, very not good. Starting this whole thing off with an injury was bad. He had no idea how long it was going to last or if they'd be able to get out of it soon enough that he could get decent medical attention.
Fortunately, Rich wasn't the worst shot ever. Usually, he was blasting from his hands but an energy beam was an energy beam and they all tended to go in straight lines -- and he'd had to pick up a blaster on more than one occasion. Between the the stormtroopers being crap shots and Rich nudging the kid through a natural bottleneck between two buildings, he managed to put some distance between them and the soldiers.
Then he shot up the struts of large automated mech passing by, that seemed to carrying something for transport, so that it fell into the bottleneck, blocking it off.
"This way."
The little map in his head told him there was a barely used underground undercity in some sections of Cantos Vesa, places that were where the city had once been before more city had been built over top of it. Much of these under levels were filled with stone and sand, but some parts weren't and he led Firion to an abandoned building.
"There's a tunnel opening in the basement. Leads to some hidden under-levels in the city. They won't look for us down there and we can use it to move around the city some without being seen."
Even though he led the way into the building and down the stairs, he still hovered near Firion, trying not to get too far ahead. He was worried about that injury. He tried to make sure he was close enough to catch him if he stumbled or felt weak.
"What's your name, kid? I'm Rich. Rich Rider. I also go by Nova Prime."
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Rich even sounded like a space rogue. Except he actually didn't want to, because that was the same thing as sounding a little like a jerk. He tried again, hoping to sound more gentle.
"I promise I can explain everything but we need to move," he said, guiding the kid by the arm to try to get him to safety. "Especially since you're hurt."
He laid down some cover fire, briefly eyeballing the teen's injuries for the brief half-second of time he had between shots. Not good. Very, very not good. Starting this whole thing off with an injury was bad. He had no idea how long it was going to last or if they'd be able to get out of it soon enough that he could get decent medical attention.
Fortunately, Rich wasn't the worst shot ever. Usually, he was blasting from his hands but an energy beam was an energy beam and they all tended to go in straight lines -- and he'd had to pick up a blaster on more than one occasion. Between the the stormtroopers being crap shots and Rich nudging the kid through a natural bottleneck between two buildings, he managed to put some distance between them and the soldiers.
Then he shot up the struts of large automated mech passing by, that seemed to carrying something for transport, so that it fell into the bottleneck, blocking it off.
"This way."
The little map in his head told him there was a barely used underground undercity in some sections of Cantos Vesa, places that were where the city had once been before more city had been built over top of it. Much of these under levels were filled with stone and sand, but some parts weren't and he led Firion to an abandoned building.
"There's a tunnel opening in the basement. Leads to some hidden under-levels in the city. They won't look for us down there and we can use it to move around the city some without being seen."
Even though he led the way into the building and down the stairs, he still hovered near Firion, trying not to get too far ahead. He was worried about that injury. He tried to make sure he was close enough to catch him if he stumbled or felt weak.
"What's your name, kid? I'm Rich. Rich Rider. I also go by Nova Prime."