[i]On the border of Sovereign's lower class Sector stood one of the better tower constructs. These buildings, known as Skymalls were exactly what they sounded like: large centers of leisure, shopping, and entertainment for members. The best Sector C skymall, known as the Lift, also housed one of the primary hangars for shuttles, and it constantly answered passing traffic, assisting pilots land, maintain, and take off. The hangar was right outside a quiet, dimly lit bar. The stools and tables were wooden and the walls and floors were as rough as the regulars who frequented the bar, known as "Cloud 9." Here, a young man stood leaning against a supportive pillar, hiding from others glances as he had no membership ID. No, he was here for something else.[/i] --- [*Cue MUSIC*] [youtube]qiB98Wbsdlo[/youtube] "[i]Two mercs... FreelancerS? No... Not Gold... Militia? Hm... Two civilians... The tender... Another merc...[/i]" Kisheto's voice was low and inaudible; he glared at his target as he continued to think aloud. "[i]They're sober. Why won't they hurry up and drink? Hm... I'm definitely faster... Stronger? I dunno... Maybe I could use it...[/i]" His eyes fell upon a single black dagger that rested in its sheathe, which was latched to the mercenary's leg. Kisheto looked around, [i]"Two windows... Hm... Too high. Door... Nah, too- wait... Ledges, shit, that's right... Ledges....[/i]" Silently and swiftly, Kisheto began walking towards the table that housed three mercenaries. He kept his head low to avoid making any eye contact and walked as if he were merely a shadow of the restlessness that rustled through the wooden frame of the complex. Finally, he was within ear shot of the mercenaries, and could tell they were well into their discussion. Slowly and steadily, Kisheto walked forward and "accidentally" knocked off the target mercenary's empty cup. "Oy, lad, yeh blind or what?" came the voice of the large man. Kisheto emulated a stumble, "Oh, sorry, yo," he said as he reached for the cup. As he reared to stand up, he quickly snatched the blade out of the hilt, smooth and gentle. He placed the cup on the table and turned to walk away in a hurry, only managing to drop the dagger in his excitement. "What in the... You... THIEF!" yelled the mercenary, attracting the attention of every man in the bar. Kisheto froze as heard he man get up abruptly and pace towards him. "Shit.. No time to think..." *BAM* Kisheto's elbow slammed right into the man's nose, causing a splash of blood to stain his armor. He staggered back and Kisheto quickly dove for the dagger, dodging the tackles of another mercenary who attempted to assault him. In an instant, the entire bar broke into chaos. Stools started flying, tables started turning, and in general, hidden angers erupted from the violent men who sat and drank under the guise of retreat. Kisheto could feel the ground tremble as men began charging his way. "Shit, windows it is" Kisheto jolted to his feet and broke into a full out dash towards the nearest open window, facing the backside of the tower. He pushed off his soles and soared through the air, diving through the square and out of the pub... And into the city below. The wind embraced him as he soared through the air, submitting to gravity for a good three seconds before he somersaulted in mid air, landing on a ledge that was made to support the Shuttle Pad directly above him. He looked back, sighing in relief, but quickly wiped his grin off his face at the sound of sirens. "Shit!" With a quick dash, he began free running through the framework that consisted of pipelines and iron ledges, as the sound of a Police shuttle neared. He reached the end of the hangar and skidded to an abrupt halt, the sight of the city looming below him. But it was too late, the police shuttle ascended in front of him and hovered in air as the the siren wailed for him to submit. Kisheto merely chuckled and dashed forward, jumping and kicking up onto the top of the rather small shuttle, causing it to tip a bit. As he did this, he could hear the muffled voices inside: "Shake the bastard off!" Kisheto simply smiled and slid to the nearest antennae, on which he held as the shuttle began soaring through the air above Sovereign. "WOOOO! YEAH BITCHES!!!!! I'M THE KING OF THE W-" The shuttle suddenly dropped a good number of feet, causing Kisheto nearly lose grip as it began descending rapidly. In a final attempt to shake Kisheto the shuttle rolled over as it flew, trying to cause Kisheto to fall off. Kisheto merely hung on to the antennae, his legs dangling above the rooftops that zipped past him. He then felt the shuttle begin to roll right side up, but before it could do so, he let go. It was an idiotic move, but it was nothing out of the norm for someone like Kisheto, who could never stop pushing his luck. His body flew through the air, quickly making contact with a unstable roofing that gave way under his weight. As he crashed through the rooftop and into some sort of living room below, the inhabitants inside screamed. Kisheto felt all sorts of pain along his back and sides, and he struggled to get up as he groaned in agony. "FUCK!" Despite his pain, his adrenaline was still pumping, and he swallowed his discomfort before dashing out the front door of the apartment, into the balcony, and finally, into the alley below. He landed on the ground with a certain grace which was finished with an unnecessary but flashy flip. As he stood up and dusted himself off, he whistled at the sight of the damage he caused. Before he rushed off into the crowds in the middle class sector that lay before him, he checked to make sure he still has the dagger... "Hehe, hell yes. This baby's gonna get me a boatload of Laurels!" He said before disappearing into the crowd of Sovereign - the city he had called home for so many years. The same city that reduced him to nothing more than a petty thief. The same city that breathed it's life into his. Sovereign - it was of him as he was of it.