The slave looks sheepishly at the weapon, before eying Stro'to with misgiving. Nevertheless he nods and begins to direct the other slaves in Huttese as they move over toward the side of the garage.
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Stro'to moves over to key in the security code for the next speeder.

"Out of interest, are you imagining any of them can even pilot, much less that 15 slaves are going to be able to pile onto the same swoop bike?" Xizran says critically, eying off the damaged machinery.

"They will be going on foot," Layla responds grimly as Stro'to's swoop splutters uncooperatively behind them, "Hopefully there will be no one left to attack them once we are gone."

As she speaks she leans against the rumbling speeder Stro'to has started, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing heavily. She opens them a couple of seconds later, gritting her teeth.

"Told you that adrenaline would wear off," Fennec says smugly as she passes, climbing lightly into the rear seat of the functioning speeder.

"Come on," she calls to Stro'to, "Stop wasting time with those junkpiles and let's get out of here."

If Stro'to feels that the person bombing the building is unlikely to care whether any of them are in it, Stro'to chooses not to voice this thought. He seems to agree with Fennec's assessment of the speeder, because after a few moments more of failure, Stro'to reluctantly rejoins them.

"We could always do two trips..." Stro'to suggests, eying the cramped seats.

OOC: Vek Stro'to rolled 11 using 1d20+3.  Repair check to start swoop.

"...Can anyone actually pilot?" Xizran says, also clambering in.

"Come on Stro'to!" Layla calls in exasperation as a violent rumble causes the metal beams supporting the garage to jolt and buckle slightly. As she speaks she moves toward the pilot's seat.

"I don't think so," Fennec says firmly to Layla as she quickly clambers into the pilot's seat, "You're just as likely to faint and send us crashing into the side of a building."

Stro'to, eying the juddering metal beams, hastily clambers in.

Xizran clambers into the back seat next to Stro'to, keeping an eye on the twi'lek for any signs of weapons being drawn, with the air of someone all too used to being piloted wherever he goes by somebody else.

Layla has barely time to scramble into the passenger seat beside Fennec before the speeder sets off with a roar, jolting violently as they scrape against the side of the entrance on their way out into the dusty and smoky street. Fennec narrowly manages to gain control of the speeder as they rumble off down the street.

"If you can't control this thing then feel free to let me take over," Layla says tersely as they narrowly miss a pile of crates.

OOC: Fennec Kang rolled 15 using 1d20+9. Pilot.

"Shut up," Fennec snaps back as she twists to turn down a side alleyway, denting the side of the building as a panel on the rear of the speeder snaps off and clatters down the street behind them, "This is hardly an XS-2000."

OOC: Fennec Kang rolled 16 using 1d20+9. Pilot.

Xizran glares poisonously at Stro'to at the mention of "XS", this clearly being a sore point.

Stro'to coughs something that sounds like, they aren't that far off it.

The escaping party appear to have indeed attracted the attention of the gunship, as a blast strikes the entrance of the alleyway behind them. A few seconds later the gunship roars into view over the rooftops above them firing wildly.

"I am starting to feel this may be personal......" Stro'to says tensely, clinging to the side of the lurching swoop as it rounds another corner.

"Can this thing go any faster, Fennec? And can it go into somewhere like a tunnel where we aren't a sitting duck from the air?"

"I'm trying to- kark!" exclaims Fennec as they fly out of the alleyway into a busy street full of market stalls and customers. Fennec sharply steers the speeder to the left, narrowly avoiding an elderly Bith in the process of purchasing a bucket of meiloorun. The marketplace around them swiftly erupts into chaos as the beings about them shout and scream as they scramble to flee from the roaring speeder and cannon blasts from the gunship.

Layla appears to be meditating or else she may indeed have fainted. Her eyes are closed as she sits back against her seat, apparently oblivious to the chaos about them.

"A fat lot of use you are," Xizran glares at her meditating/unconscious body accusingly.

Stro'to secures the safety belt.

Even as blasts continue to strike about them there are angry shouts as several of the beings in the street about them draw blasters and take cover to fire back at the gunship. From a nearby rooftop a pair of Nikto emerge to set up a tripod mounted blaster cannon, firing back at the gunship. The gunship seems to decide that they have perhaps attracted more unwanted attention than they can handle as they hastily peel off to avoid the increasing blaster fire.

"And whoever said Worlport wasn't a public spirited city?" Fennec smiles grimly as she manages to negotiate the last of the market (or to be more accurate the last of the market manages to negotiate her). She increases their pace once more as she directs the speeder down into an empty alleyway beyond.
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"I still don't understand who wants to kill you so badly," Layla says to Stro'to, opening her eyes.