central market

@Silar D. Once Arel was sure that Myrin was off to find the Tecc, he turned back to the boy who had begun to grunt and moan in pain. "Hey, you're alright," he said as he knelt beside the boy and took a closer look at his face. He grimaced as he saw the dust print of the soldier's boot on the boy's face. He began ever so gently wiping the boys face, spraying it with some antiseptic he had managed to grab - the bounty hunter had a tendency to get injured on the job, so it was a must for him. He continued to clean the boy's face and whispered apologies whenever the boy whimpered or let out a noise of pain.
Meanwhile, Myrin was flying and hopping about from tent to tent in the market, searching for the Tecc. It didn't take too long since the Tecc clearly had been able to see Arel's path to some extent. Myrin zoomed on over to the Tecc, landing on his shoulder and chirping loudly enough for him to hear her. She did it until she caught the man's attention before flying off his shoulder and continuing to chirp, flying in the direction of where Arel and the boy were hiding. The bat kept turning back to make sure the man was following him.
It wasn't too long before Arel heard the familiar chirps of Myrin nearby. He had rolled up his cloak to cushion the boy's head since he had noticed the boy wincing any time he touched his head. He made sure the boy was stable enough before standing up and receiving Myrin on his shoulder again, hearing the sound of frantic footsteps not too far behind. "Good girl," he smiled, petting the bat's head. He looked up, ready to face the Tecc who had been at the scene, after all, he was probably very worried about his injured companion. Arel knew he had looked very suspicious, but he really hoped that it would be obvious enough that he wasn't a bad person -- he clearly dressed like a Striettall bounty hunter after all.

@Arel F. The determination lit the boys orbs to life, as he swung his metal pipe once, as if to taunt, jaw twitching in anticipation as he stayed light on his feet, ready for the corrupt officials to strike. His eyes went from the smug who stepped on a teen’s face, to the teen’s crumpled body itself. The male’s eyes jerked back though when the guard with the electrified pole tried to hit him, the tecc dodging away, catching the other guard running to him. Silar swung the pole to knock the grabby gloved hands, rolling onto the dirt floor away and further toward his brother. He felt something fast move behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to spot a cloaked man throwing Oliver over his shoulder, before quickly disappearing into the streets. “Oli!” Silar yelled, pleading for the younger to wake up and escape, but he turned back to his enemies too slow, and got er punched right in the face. Silar hissed as he got knocked clean to the ground, lungs losing some precious air, but Silar did not give up. He harpooned his metal into the officers stomach with as muscle as he could, narrowly rolling away from two tasers, grabbing a smoke bomb from his belt pocket and smashing it to the ground as he cut to the left and back into the shadows. He sprinted down the streets, desperately searching for the cloaked figure, but the only people around these particularly shadowed and poversihed parts were the lame and homeless, sleeping and scurrying about the ally’s upon Silar’s running figure, trembling practically in the quick fear Silar was a solider looking for scum to beat up. The blonde looked every which way, checking behind him that he wasn’t being followed, as he tried to stay calm while he had no freaking idea where Oliver was taken, let alone by whom and why? The blondes jaw clenched and spasmed in frustration as he tried to pick the best course of action, white knuckling his metal pipe as he was planning to annihilate the trafficker (he assumed) had taken the kid.

@Silar D. It was just another day on Teccypso for Arel. He was grounded on the station for a while as his ship was getting repaired. Honestly, he hadn't been forcibly grounded in some time. He had gotten better at avoiding major injuries and bigger repair jobs. But then again, his most recent bounty had been a rather difficult one. He was honestly surprised that the damage to his ship hadn't been any more worse than Rhydian had told him it was. However, considering how many ships Rhydian had to look at and repair, Arel had prepared himself to be on Teccypso for at the very least, a week or so.
Arel tended to avoid super loud places since having so many people around made him a little unsettled, but he did like to come to central market every so often to check out if anything or anyone new had appeared since his last stop over. He hummed to himself softly, and to also sooth Myrin who was sitting on his shoulder quite happily. It was when Myrin's mood took a very sudden shift that Arel noticed the slightly off noises of what was clearly a fight. A fight though? In the market? Well, he supposed that one could never truly get away from violence and the like on the space station. It was crawling with the entitled rich, and the ever so shady underground.
Arel swiftly moved through the crowd, following the noises he could hear from several stalls down. He hushed Myrin as they got even closer, not wanting a worse fight to break out if his little bat companion decided to "get big" and attack whoever had provoked the fight. When he got closer, Arel could see that it was clearly an attack rather than a fair fight. He cursed under his breath and quickly grabbed one of his disposable cloaks, wrapping it tightly around himself and his head. The last thing he needed was to be recognised by the soldiers later on, but getting to the boy on the ground was Arel's priority. "Myrin, /please/ behave and stay with me. You can let out all that anger another time, alright, sweetie?" He just hoped that Myrin would understand why he was so adament about that as he ran out from the shadows, charging at the two soldiers and using his momentum to at least knock them off balance. He quickly grabbed the boy and threw him over his free shoulder and turned around, knocking into the third soldier who was after the older Tecc and gestured so very quickly to him. Without waiting, Arel bolted from the scene, taking several turns and shortcuts to get away from the main area of the market. By the time he stopped, he was behind one of the more solid buildings, the boy he had been carrying now lying against the wall, both of them clearly out of sight from anyone in the market. One thing about those soldiers was that they were indeed big and strong, but not all of them were quick. Arel waited a few moments, not seeing the Tecc yet. He tapped Myrin and whistled, "Go find him, please?"

@Arel F. “Wing 2 on fly,” things were following through smoothly so far. The three boys assigned to pic pocketing the wealthier looking folk were moving about the crowd of the central market, being calm and collected as possible as to blend in, like they were headed to their labor job, dirt rubbed onto their faces as to cover up any recognition of the team that actually preformed a run through earlier in the week. Too many people were getting sick in the dregs and they needed more supplies to try and prevent the spread, but also keep their people from dieing. Silar bought some fruit as he listened in on his ear peice while the boys communicated in code on walkies from the roofs of small businesses. Silar nodded in gratitude to the woman who gave him the fruit and veggies for a discount, a kind elderly woman. She knew of the dregs but was just able to keep afloat, yet she sympathized and was on their side, so even she knew what was happening as soon as her favorite customer appeared. “Code 3” a guy signaled that the authorities were moving through the area, but so far they didn’t notice the game at play. Silar took out a apple from his reused wheat bag, taking a small bite as he casually started walking, watching the cops from his post. “Ali Ree,” he muttered into his communicator, letting Oliver know the cops were closest to him and he needed to pause his movements and get along. Silar leaned against a metal pole as he watched the boys with careful muse meant. Oliver did well, slipping through the crowds and heading toward the docks. The two other boys finished the men and women they were on as they moved also further from the cops. But suddenly a shot rang out, causing Silar to jump as his head snapped toward the direction of the noise. “Fly Roost!” “What was that?!” Silar cracked into his speaker. The guys are the roof are good, but even they didn’t call the signal to kick it. Why? “Where’d the fire come from?” Silar asked again as more commands were called. But coming forward into the scene, leaving his fruit by the pole, he saw Oliver flat on the ground, a soldier’s boot slamming his face down as some guys got some handcuffs. “No!” The blonde charged to the group, taking out a metal pole from his back as he swung like a batter, knocking one guy cuffing his brother flat off of him. The guy with the stupid boots stepped on and off Oliver, causing the 16 year old to cry out as his nose was crushed under the weight. Silar swung, but the guard ducked. He was much taller and bigger then the blonde, but Silar wasn’t gonna stop. He got ready to swing as two other soilders got out taser poles, already going for the boy on the ground while another got ready to get Silar.

@Kaosia M. Arel's ship was being repaired, so he had plenty of time to wander around Teccypso and kill time. There weren't any promising bounties up right now anyway, so he was in no rush to leave. He still avoided the noisiest parts of Teccypso, but he still made his way around the place to know where everything was. He memorised the whole layout about a year ago, but things changed all the time, especially with how many people lived on the station. He hummed softly to himself, gently petting Myrin every so often and checking in on her, though she rarely complained about anything--

Which was why when his little companion began screeching, her emotions switching from peaceful to tense, Arel knew something was up. They were close to the markets, but there were far less people around, making it far easier to spot what exactly caused Myrin to become alert. Arel sighed, slowly and cautiously approaching the scene. "Oi~ What's going on here?" he called out as he got closer. "Why are you handling her like that?" he asked, noticing the rather tight grip of the man's hand on the girl's shoulder.

@Arel F. It was a few minutes after she'd finished work, and she was already most of the way to the central market. She'd been told that someone was selling some seeds that were rather hard to come by on the station, and she was definitely intrigued by it. Plants were something she'd always been passionate, and she wanted to have more experience with rarer plants.
She hummed softly to herself, the sound barely escaping the protective suit that she barely ever removed. She was constantly paranoid however, never wanting to stand to close to people just in case some sort of accident happened and damaged the suit, after all she doubted her ability to live without it.

She was caught in her own thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder causing her to freeze for a moment in panic before turning her hand to see a taller, unfamiliar man there.
"You don't want any issues right?" he half hissed as he spoke and she nodded slowly in response, unsure of what to really do before the man spoke again. "How about you hand over your money then?"