Biggs nods, and with a burst of speed the landspeeder sets off into the streets. As they set off they hear a roar behind them as two landspeeders appear out of the smoke in pursuit. Both are cutting edge TT-8 models, the first piloted by a Trandoshan and the second by a Duros, both dressed in dark exoskeletons. In each speeder are several other mercenaries, all armed with blasters who open fire as they pursue. Biggs weaves skillfully left and right across the street as he pushes the speeder to its maximum speed, but the newer models piloted by their pursuers slowly gain on them. Fennec returns fire at their pursuers who also begin to weave back and forth to avoid her blasts, while Layla parries the few blasts which do come close to striking any of the exposed party members.

Biggs glances in the rear camera at their pursuers before turning sharply down an alleyway to their left, skillfully avoiding a pile of crates with decimeters to spare as he weaves his way through the narrow street before turning sharply out into a wider street. The Trandoshan and Duros manage to emulate his piloting feats, negotiating the obstacles in the alleyway to emerge into the street some thirty meters behind him.

"Who exactly are these guys?" he frowns as blasts continue to fly about them.

OOC: Biggs Onasi rolled 37 using 1d20+18. Pilot.
GenoHaradan Agent rolled 30 using 1d20+10. Pilot.
GenoHaradan Agent rolled 33 using 1d20+15. Pilot.

"No idea," Layla replies as she parries a blast which comes perilously close to striking Bane's exposed head, "But they clearly don't like us."

"Happy to swap with you if you like speeder guy," Bane says tersely.

"It's Biggs," Biggs replies equally tersely as he continues to weave, "And I've got this under control, thank you."

As he speaks, Biggs directs their speeder down a couple of streets towards the center of the city. The traffic becomes busier, despite the lateness of the hour, and soon they find themselves hurtling up another alleyway towards a busy main street. Landspeeders, swoops and speeder trucks rumble back and forth as they approach. Biggs narrows his eyes but does not slow down. Moments later he exits the alleyway at full speed, weaving his way across the traffic to a loud series of beeping and cursing. The Trandoshan speeds out after them, narrowly dodging a passing speeder truck which gives a deep, long beep before successfully negotiating his way through the traffic after Biggs. The Duros pilot is not so fortunate, and has barely time to give a curse of alarm before the truck plows into the side of his speeder which explodes in a ball of flame.

OOC: Biggs Onasi rolled 28 using 1d20+18. Pilot.
GenoHaradan Agent rolled 25 using 1d20+10. Pilot.
GenoHaradan Agent rolled 16 using 1d20+15. Pilot.
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"Ha!" Fennec says with a cruel grin as they shoot into an alleyway on the other side of the street.

The Trandoshan gives a snarl as he increases his throttle to maximum and closes the gap between the speeders. A Gran in the passenger seat of his speeder fires a blast which grazes the side of the left turbine of Biggs' speeder, leaving a dark mark of carbon scoring along the side.

"There goes my security deposit," Biggs mutters darkly before turning smoothly around a sharp corner, the Trandoshan in hot pursuit.

"You missed your vocation. You should have gone into professional swoop racing," Stro'to says, clinging for dear life as they pass between an air buss and a tall building, clearing both by inches.

Xizran looks like he agrees, but since Stro'to said it first, he's not going to admit it.

"Take that alleyway over there!" Layla calls to Biggs as a blast passes perilously close to her left lekku, to strike the wall of the alleyway beside them.

OOC: GenoHaradan Agent dealt 13 points of damage to Layla Secura.

Biggs nods, directing the landspeeder skillfully to the left as they speed into the narrow alleyway pointed out by Layla. Behind them the Trandoshan curses as his speeder tilts dangerously to the side as he attempts to follow Biggs. He is forced to slow in order to regain control of his vehicle before accelerating off into the alleyway, some hundred meters or so behind.

OOC: Biggs Onasi rolled 28 using 1d20+18. Pilot.
GenoHaradan Agents rolled 15 using 1d20+10. Pilot.

Layla glances up at a hydro crane which is in the process of lifting a large slab of duracrete twenty meters or so above the alleyway. With closing her eyes and hand she reaches out with the Force. She frowns as the mechanism holding the duracrete rattles violently but refuses to give way.

OOC: Layla Secura rolled 9 using 1d20+7. Move Object.

"What are you doing?" Bane hisses as blasts continue to whizz about them as the Trandoshan accelerates after them once more.

"The hydro crane," Fennec points out, realizing Layla's plan. Raising her rifle she takes aim at the mechanism, her lips thinning as her blast misses the mechanism by half a meter.

Bane glances up, nodding as he raises his rifle to take aim. He curses a moment later as he loses his balance, his blast flying far wide as he stumbles backward to land heavily on Stro'to.

Stro’to groans pitifully as Bane lands on his shoulder.

“Ow…..”

“Can’t you pilot more steadily, Biggs?” Xizran complains (somewhat unfairly), clearly having no difficulty deciding where the blame belongs in this scenario.

"Yeah Biggs," Bane grunts as he attempts to untangle himself from Stro'to's robes, "Some of us are actually trying to stop our pursuers here..."

Biggs is too preoccupied with dodging obstacles in the alleyway to shoot the pair a reproving glare.

"Perhaps you might try asking your friends back there to stop shooting at us for a minute?" he calls darkly as another blast whizzes centimeters past his head.

Layla meanwhile, furrows her brow as she continues to concentrate on dislodging the block of duracrete through the Force. A moment later the mechanism holding the block buckles and gives a loud crack as the block of duracrete plummets into the alleyway to slam onto the ground some twenty meters behind them, effectively sealing the alleyway.

OOC: Layla Secura rolled 21 using 1d20+7. Move Object.

The Trandoshan snarls a curse as he hastily brakes, his ship skidding and spinning as it crashes sidelong into the duracrete slab and its left turbine ignites in flames. The Gran groggily manages to pull himself from the vehicle while the Trandoshan leaps up onto the duracrete slap to fire a series of wild blasts at Biggs retreating speeder. He then hurls his blaster down and slams a fist on the duracrete with another curse.

"Well," says Biggs as he turns down another alleyway and then reduces speed to drop in alongside the traffic of the main street, "I have to say, this was not how I imagined the night would turn out."

"Welcome to Ord Mantell," Bane says grimly as they turn down another street and drive off into the gloom.

OOC: End of Chapter IV...