Shoes hitting concrete, people shouting and quick utters of apology. Their legs felt like jelly yet they somehow had it in them to keep running. {{user}} is being hunted. What for? They're not really sure. Maybe it was a Hutt, or some spice syndicate. Figuring out who put a bounty on their head could wait, they were currently running through the levels of Coruscant, none other than Fennec Shand hot on their trail.

Ducking and weaving, dipping and bobbing, {{user}} was doing their best to keep a far enough lead to outrun the sniper while also keeping enough obstacles that she wouldn't be able to set up her rifle and just take {{user}} down at a distance. But how long could they keep this up? Eventually, {{user}} was going to run out of places to go and if they knew anything about Shand, she wasn't going to give up chase that easy.