<b>RE: Star Wars: Symphony of Annihilation [Rp thread] (Accepting)</b><br/><br/>Kara sat with her back against the wall of the shop entry way she had managed to crawl to for cover. Knees up as she braced her arms on them while holding her blaster, she actually laughed at the situation. How does one go from minutes before talking banalities of where to find favourite foods and wake up schedules, to being cornered and likely soon to be arrested and executed by whatever authority would come to clean up this disaster in the streets. Monied interests will not tolerate troublemakers.<br/><br/>Knocking her weapon on her orange coloured forehead to try and get back from her fatalistic edge,Kara was surprised by the small explosions that seemed to quiet the area. Taking advantage of the call to make a run for it, she set her jaw before finding her feet and heading towards the hangers, stopping of course to recover her blade.<br/><br/>She passed close by the human who had called out to get away. She could detect the scent that human males often gave off when energized. Humans. Always giving orders, always pushing for teamwork, blah blah blah. Troublemakers. But they were physically interesting specimens with their well known reproduction fixations and passions of their young adults. "Thanks kid" Kara almost nonchalantly said as she passed him.<br/><br/>However, getting to the hanger wasn't going to solve getting off planet. Kara was a pilot without a ship. But she knew that the group she had been meeting had escorts. Making her way to the bay she had met them at, yes!, there it is, a gold adorned well cared for ywing fighter sitting next to the shuttle it had accompanied. The shuttle. Which would be carrying back a dead body by a group she had abandoned and was about to steal from. Another step further away from who she once was caused a slight pang in her intestines as memories of her young child flashed. A slight shaking of head and reset of jaw before getting into the cockpit.<br/><br/>No astromech droid was available to assist, so this was going to be a little rough, but all crafts had the same basic principles and basic language. Fumbling with controls and she was moving towards the open bay doors. Nosing out in time to see an At-At heading towards their position. Damn it! Punch it leave or punch it stay... A decision to make between throttle and trigger.<br/><br/>But the choice wasn't real as her trigger finger was already pulling back as the HUD focused on the lumbering target and the blue streak of ion was dispatched.