Drak studied his wound and stitches. They weren't perfect, but they would have to do. He poured another splash of alcohol on the outside, and took another swig for the pain. For another 100 credits Drak got the owner to give him a Bacta patch. He was short on funds now, and hoped the owner wouldn't charge him anything more. He attached the patch onto his torso, and felt the bacta help quell the pain. The pain certainly wasn't gone, but he was able to breath now, without his whole body paralyzing from pain.<br/><br/>He studied his leg wound, where some of the material of his pants had burned away with the flesh. It stung and burned, but the wound was closed and he didn't have time to stay around any longer. Vince's men could be right around the corner, having followed his blood trail. He put his shirt back on, which was bloody with a nice slice in it. He had no more funds left, so he just took his bantha jacket and zipped it up, hiding the wound. The tautness of his jacket helped put pressure, which was good.<br/><br/>He walked out of the store, throwing down a few more credits onto the counter, as the owner was moping the floor of blood. He looked at Drak with frustration, rolling his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">I guess nobody has any sympathy on this moon,</span>he thought to himself. Drak, from his experience in the lower levels of Coruscant, figured the people there were either too scared to help (for fear of getting caught up in the conflict), or simply didn't care. Either way, he felt like a thorn in a thumb, in a place he didn't belong. He was ready to get out of here... but not before he found Collarroka. To do that, however, he had to first survive. So the next step was to find a blaster.<br/><br/>He walked out onto the streets, hoping to find some sort of blaster shop nearby. Sure enough there was. In fact he saw a total of three of them in sight. Except, he didn't have any credits on him. He still had a few credits, but he left it in his bag on the Furion for fear of being robbed with too much on him, and he certainly wasn't going to the ship of the woman wanting to see him dead. He weighed his options. He could try sneaking on, but couldn't risk it. He looked around and saw many people had blasters, but trying to steal one might get him shot, and stealing was against his code. He saw a man at the end of the street playing some sort of betting dice game. After his luck with Sabbacc, it probably wasn't the best idea. Not to mention the man was probably cheating somehow.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Think, think, think.</span>He looked everywhere, and around every corner he could swear he saw one of Vince's men. He wasn't sure, and his mind could have been playing tricks on him, but his nerves were getting to him. He had to do something brash, and that meant stealing. He always though he'd never find a need to steal, but now in this life or death scenario, he had no choice. How would he do it though? He was at a bit of loss for words. He wouldn't be able to steal a blaster with no blaster, so maybe he had to steal some credits instead, to buy the blaster. With no blaster he wouldn't be able to hold up a person- so he'd have to just grab and go.<br/><br/>He looked around for the best options. Most stores had crazy, maybe even deadly, security systems to deter the many criminals from stealing. Most of the people on the streets were criminals and scum who could hold themselves in a fight and had blasters. The only thing he felt could work was the man playing the dice game. A crowd had formed and he joined them. Credits that the man won were being placed into a tin can. That was his saving grace. He tried to eye the can closely, and it looked to have at least 1000 credits in it. That would be enough, hopefully.<br/><br/>"Alright, who's next!?" The man yelled. Drak pushed through the crowd and kneeled down. "Alright scruff man, let's see the creds," he told Drak. Drak eyed the man carefully, this was as close as he'd ever get. It was now or never. "What's up pretty boy, you got some creds or not?" Drak looked at the tin can, he was tensing up. The only saving grace was that the man had won this, by playing other criminals. It was still stealing though, and the man could very well need it to feed his family. "Alright, what's up mister? You going to put something down or can someone take your place?" He looked up at the man, and just went for it. Drak grabbed the tin can and just as quickly pushed through the crowd, knocking a few people down.<br/><br/>Fighting the pain, he ran as fast as he could-