The Rodians were running. Kanan was running. The hover-lift was... not going as quickly as anybody would like, because it was a hover-lift. It was made for heft, not speed.
"Sithspit," Kanan was muttering as he waved the five he'd been marching toward the Ghost, turning and making a break for the lift. "You. Off. Run."
The Rodian who had been driving the thing didn't need to be told twice. He was down and running for the ship as well, and Kanan was up and onto the lift in his place, driving toward the Ghost at as close to a breakneck speed as he could manage. Not far off, the sound of armored bootfalls hitting the landing pad could be heard, and a moment later, blaster fire.
... It seemed to be giving Kanan a fairly wide berth, all things considered. He was going to chalk that one up to the unparalleled training that the Empire's troops recieved with their guns.
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"Sithspit," Kanan was muttering as he waved the five he'd been marching toward the Ghost, turning and making a break for the lift. "You. Off. Run."
The Rodian who had been driving the thing didn't need to be told twice. He was down and running for the ship as well, and Kanan was up and onto the lift in his place, driving toward the Ghost at as close to a breakneck speed as he could manage. Not far off, the sound of armored bootfalls hitting the landing pad could be heard, and a moment later, blaster fire.
... It seemed to be giving Kanan a fairly wide berth, all things considered. He was going to chalk that one up to the unparalleled training that the Empire's troops recieved with their guns.