Sahren drew and fired a few shots over her shoulder at her pursuers. She wasn't trying to hit anyone, just throw them off balance. Her swoop, much more powerful than those behind, simply couldn't gain enough distance to escape while she kept swerving to avoid blaster fire. Leaning over she twisted the power on her repulsors, swoop nearly scraping the ground as she slipped between a dewback's thick green scaled legs. That scored her another few meters. A glance behind and she saw the relic hunters firing behind them at the storm troopers. That wasn't a good idea.
"You better start losing these speeders quick," Riot said over the intercom, "Those troopers are calling for TIE fighters support."
"Ah Poodoo," Sahren replied, "How about you change the traffic light ahead for me?"
"No can do boss," Riot apologized, "The traffic lights here aren't connected to the city hologrid. They're independent droids. You can't hack a droid remotely."
"All right... we're going to have to get- creative."
"I hate it when you say that. Usually that means all sorts of spinning around."
"Good thing you stayed at home then isn't it."
She didn't know why, maybe it was the shriek of blaster fire, maybe it was the heat from the plasma wrapped laser but she moved, a crimson bolt passing through the area where her head once was.
"Okay. No more games," Sahren said grimly, "That just wasn't nice."
Blazing out into the open Sahren found herself on wider venue. The street now was wide and filled with dewback pulled carts and market stalls in addition to milling pedestrian shoppers; There was even a bantha milling slowly about. This was bad. If those pursuing started shooting they could hit the innocents. She had to end this and end it now.
Drawing her blaster once more she took careful aim. Her right handed blaster was meant for precision aiming and she did so now. Sahren reached for the quiet, the special place that her master had instructed her to find and the entire world slowed down. She had honed this ability, learned to hold on to the moment. There she sighted on a shopkeeper's stall. Listening to her own heart, she kept her blaster on target and waited for the space between heart beats for, as she'd been taught, even the beating of one's own heart could throw off someone's aim. Her pistol barked twice, each bolt striking one of the stall's thin supports and the shopkeeper's stall cracked in half. Time resumed moving at its normal rate and the top of the stall with the advertisement fell down forwards, creating an impromptu ramp.
"Ah drok it," Sahren said even as she heard squealing through her earpiece.
First she scaled back, conserving energy, and then blasted her repulsors at the very top of the ramp taking her into the air. Unable to resist she cried out exultantly as adrenalin coursed through her system. Her swoop hit the rooftop of a nearby building and she soared, moving from roof to roof. Only one of her pursuers managed to get up on the rooftops. Perhaps the others had crashed. Perhaps they hadn't even tried such an insane maneuver. In any event it was only the one speeder bike behind her.
"You are insane, you realize that?" Riot commented, "even just watching the camera footage made me want to wretch."
"Concentrating now..." Sahren replied, as she moved across the uneven rooftops, watching for gaps that her swoop might fall into.
One more pursuer and she really didn't want to kill him. The man wasn't a murderer after all, merely a thief trying to recover his rightfully stolen property. All she needed was one single stretch of open- There it was. It was on the other side of the street and she had use a covered staircase as yet another ramp to get the clearance she needed to make the jump over the throughfare. There she entered the quiet again and held her blaster out to her side, her arm fully extended. She waited for the space between heart beats, felt the wind on her face, on her hand, judged it's strength and then she threw her arm and pulled the trigger. Behind her the duros eye lids widened, his brilliant red eyes catching the sun as he watched the crimson bolt slowly loop around, twisting through the air like some sort of lazy hornet until it swung around in a full circle and caught the duros' speeder in the back quarter, damaging the repulsor engines providing forward momentum.
"Sorry about that!" Sahren called back, waving over her shoulder before jumping her swoop back down onto street level. There was no way the duros could hear her but she still felt bad about damaging such a fine bike.
