The Last Ambush

From behind the desk the receptionist looks at Ishala and in a calm tone says, "I think he's hurt."

"I don't think so, Droid!" responds the slightly pissed off looking Duros. "Just check the pocket, my work ID and 15 or so credits are in it."

The Duros starts to walk quickly towards C6-9K in an attempt to close the distance between them, but stumbles on a crack on the walkway. "Damned city!" he mutters before regaining his balance and continuing to approach.

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Getting as low to the roof as possible so as not to be spotted Bast's quickly realizes that his cover has been blown. Officers can be heard barking out orders and the unmistakable sounds of heavy approaching footsteps can be heard.

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"Of course, Doctor" Ossum responds, gently lifting the man to a sitting position on the floor. He crouches and positions himself under the man's uninjured arm, "Let's go, Big Guy" he says quietly and with Ishala's help stands the man up, and manages to get him onto the exam table.

The man is in and out of consciousness and from just a preliminary look at the wound Ishala can tell that her patient is in pretty bad shape.

With her patient stabilized Ishala starts to look over the man's wound. It's clearly fresh and with the recent skirmish in the center of town it would be safe to surmise that Dr. Marh's patient was more than likely just an innocent bystander. As she opens the man's shirt she can clearly see that the wound is a result of blaster fire, penetrating the chest just below the collar bone.

What really catches the doctor's eyes, however, are the number of previous wounds that scar the man's torso. He's been hit before, a lot. And judging from the rough scaring that resulted it appears that several of the wounds were, at best, self-treated. His breathing starts to regulate and his eyes slowly half open, "How is it, Doctor?" he asks roughly.

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Keeping low and doing his best to keep out of sight, Bast reaches the bottom of the fire escape just in time to avoid the officers rounding the back side of the building. Ducking into an alleyway he rips off his gauze and as he starts to head away from the commotion he hears a high pitched voice from above.

"You OK, Mister?"

Above, a young Twi'lek girl peers out of window. "It looks like you're hurt."

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Try as he might, C6-9K is unable to outpace the Duros, who now has the droid trapped in an alley way. "Just give me my damned coat, Droid!" he yells, grabbing one of the loose sleeves, and giving it a hard yank.

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Xin is escorted away by officers Mucecud and Sofor who casually chat amongst themselves.

"You don't think we're going to get another visit from the Imps, do ya?" the young recruit asks Mucecud.

Looking slightly annoyed at her partner's casual reference to the Imperials Mirach stops in her tracks and simply stares at the man for a moment.

"Let's see… several dead troopers, one dead officer, and it happened under our watch. Yep, they're coming alright, and they are most likely on their way. Not going to be a fun time."

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With a look of panic on his face the Duros stands completely stunned, coat in hand, as weapons rain to the ground. His head glances quickly back and forth to judge the reaction of anyone who may have witnessed the proceedings. His relief is evident when he notices that no one has paid any attention to the droid.

"Nice try" he smirks, throwing his long coat on over his shoulders before taking a long look at C6. A wry smile crosses his lips and he says, "You were involved in that shootout, weren't you?" His smile widens as he adds, "I wonder if the FSF is looking for you yet?"

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"Just a patch, eh?" the man says with a sigh of relief. "Good to know, good to know… thought it may have been serious this time around." He rolls his head from side to side, clearly investigating the room. "Nice place you have here Doctor Mare" he says, mispronouncing Ishala's name. "But the sooner I can get out of here, the better."

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"Only dangerous if you're being chased" the little girl responds, obviously much more observant than one would expect from a child of her age. "Who are you running from?"

The young girl looks Bast up and down and a sly smile starts to cross her face. "Good bye!" she says, ducking back into the window. Just at that moment Bast hears two people approaching from the direction he was heading. Two juvenile Twi'leks, one male, one female, approach with knives is hand.

"How about handing over some credits there, Mister?"

Neither of the Twi'leks are intimidating in stature and the knives they wield are old and rusty.

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The man winces a bit as Ishala applies the dressing. "I do tend to find myself on the wrong end of a blaster now and again" he says with a bit of a chuckle.

The man looks around the room once again, carefully taking in his surroundings, and casts a long glance at Ossum before turning his attention back to Ishala.

"My involvement in the fracas started and ended with the wound you're patching up" he says, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Had heard that members of that vigilante group were being rounded up."

He slowly sits up so that he is face to face with Ishala. Lowering his voice he continues, "A couple of us headed down to the square to at least put up a bit of a fight, see if there was something we could do to stop the Imps." He leans back onto the table and takes a deep breath. "Looks like someone else beat us to it; and did a better job than we would 'ave."

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The Duros doesn't miss the highly telegraphed moves of C6-9K and effortlessly rolls to his right, drawing a small weapon of his own as he does. Aiming the weapon he pulls the trigger, hitting the droid with a stunning blast of energy. "Damned droid!" he mutters, pistol still in hand and aimed at C6. "Drop that thing before you get hurt!"

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As Xin is escorted into the precinct she sees several other people that appear to being questioned, presumably about the proceedings which occurred in the center of town. Several of those being questioned stop and point Xin out as she walks by and is led into an interrogation room.

She is offered snacks and a beverage of her choice and after several minutes an FSF officer walks into the room. Smiling at Xin he sits across from here at the table and quickly checks his datapad. "You're Xin Kithes, are you not?"