"Damn it! Why this always happens to me!" Rovan yelled as he was running through the alleys, blaster rifles shooting way too close to his liking. The SoroSuub corporation sure did put credit to security personnel. Which shouldn't have been a problem, had the thugs he convinced to make a distraction stayed alive any longer. Punks in Coruscant underworld were worth dozen of these hirelings. Luckily he hadn't paid upfront; unluckily they hadn't stayed alive longer than some five minutes, giving him enough time to barely climb over the walls surrounding the SS-factory's small factory complex. Not enough time to get away unnoticed. It wouldn't be long before they would be coming after him with their speeder bikes, and then he'd be in trouble.

And all of this because for reasons or others Felen Laretik wanted some blueprints! He'd better give some extra for all the trouble. Getting in had been easy: Rovan had found an engineer giving him job and access to the complex. The security relied heavily on the personnel, and with the usual engineering chit-chat ("Ion tubes have been making mess to engines, some plasma probing and it's all good!") he had got himself to the vault. Not a special encoding and even less convincing mechanics, but it had taken him good quarter of an hour before he had got in. It would have been five minutes if it wasn't the personnel working in place. The blueprints he grabbed from the hundreds were for some Dauntless class cruiser for some important guy Rovan wasn't interested in. Nor did he care what Felen wanted to do with them, though he guessed reasons varied from sabotage to piracy. 

Blueprints in his satchel, he had waited until the H-moment when the thugs would come and make a mess. Some distraction to keep security guards busy so he wouldn't have to get past the checkpoints, though the poor rodians hadn't had as good aim as the security personnel...

*Crack*

Speaking of which, the personnel in question had followed him for a with blasters flashing, but they were losing in distance. They were also bit careful, as he had taken cover from corners and shot back at the pursuers at times. He wasn't far from the docking bay where his ride would be. Unless the speeder bikes had made it to docking bay before him, he'd be safe soon enough.
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Rovan Holg heard the speedsters outside at the very moment he had stepped inside the bay. But he saw his ride, a fancy YT-1930! Rovan had only heard from such beauties, never seen one. Everyone preferred the old YT-1900 for transporting and smuggling. He guessed his ride was one of them smugglers. And looking at the person leaning to a wall, she was a beauty. "Hello there, sweetheart, I think we have to leave without further introductions!" He yelled, before looking behind. There were yells and more speeder bikes making noise outside the docking bay.