Point of Light

Chapter Twenty: Distraction

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Point of Light

Warning: Again, this chapter involves minor references to alcohol and its supposed effects and also touches on other bodily references that shouldn't really bother anyone, but if it does, I apologize in advance. If anyone is particularly offended, please let me know and I'll do what I can to alter my warning accordingly.

Chapter Twenty – Distraction

Speeders zoomed by overhead and pedestrians wandered the streets as the bar doors closed behind Rey and Ben. They both paused for the briefest second to determine their quarry's route before launching into a fierce pursuit.

Civilians of various species scampered out of their way with yelps and screeching, while some were shifted out of the path by an invisible shove, a product of Ben's annoyance no doubt. He was locked on and focused on his target and Rey was certain he would let very little get in his way now.

It was proving to be a struggle to keep up with his long, powerful strides on such a straightforward sprint. Rey was confident she could outmaneuver him easily if there were more turns and obstacles, but the circumstances in this chase was not her only problem at the moment.

With a cringe, she suddenly regretting downing that blue drink so quickly earlier. Her head was starting to buzz and her stomach was cramping painfully. What was in that mix, anyway?

Scowling in determination against the pain and lightheadedness, Rey asked the Force for clarity and adrenaline. It responded immediately, giving her the sure sighted focus and renewed strength that she needed to stay in step with her counterpart.

"Keep on him!" Ben shouted and he seemed oblivious to her momentary weakness as their fugitive ducked into an alley between two huge buildings. "I'll cut him off." He leaped onto a nearby overhang and used the momentum and the Force to swing himself onto the roof of an adjoined line of small buildings.

The feat itself shouldn't have made Rey blink twice at him, but she found herself idly wondering at the ease of his acrobatics despite his size. All two hundred pounds of him (she guessed) most of which was toned and rippling muscle (she knew) under all that leather as he vaulted from roof to roof- Focus! Rey berated herself for the foolish daydream, though it had only lapsed a few seconds as she ran and hung a tight turn into the alley. She lost sight of Ben, which was probably for the best, and caught a glimpse of Torrk as he ducked down another junction. She was gaining on him.

Her prey was a pale, blue veined Mawan with black hair. His attire and equipment weren't anything especially notable, though he did have a large, odd looking apparatus attached to his right arm, which Rey guessed was the detonator for his bombs. It puzzled her as to why he hadn't simply stopped and threatened to detonate them, unless of course they were too close to one of them...

Rey poured more power into her steps at the thought. She didn't want any innocent people getting blown to pieces and that meant taking this terrorist out now.

Before Torrk could slide into yet another junction, Rey reached out and snagged one of his legs with a Force grip and yanked him backward. He yelped and staggered but managed to keep his feet. As Rey bore down on him, he did something she didn't expect. He charged right at her and she was so caught off guard by the turnabout that she didn't think to ready her weapon or maneuver around his assault.

He tumbled right into her, a full force tackle that knocked them both to the ground. The fugitive didn't appear to have a single weapon on him, his apparent intent simply to knock his assailant off kilter enough to buy him time to escape.