4 Borrowing permanently

A fourteen-year-old Colt was crouching on a roof, using the force to sense anything near him. He had been preparing for this for a while now, studying the patterns of troopers and the locations of the guards. There were two speeders on the street, between the buildings, both of them had two crates attached to their back, one blue and another orange. One of those held blasters while the other held food, fruit, if the intel he got from a drunk trooper was correct.

The stormtroopers were wearing AT-OP helmets with lighter armor because of their occupation, they were riders, mostly riding speeders and delivering crates if necessary.

Releasing a sigh, his eyes behind the, now black and gray, clone helmet that was made to look like a skull, narrowed, he was about to steal from the empire and he was ready for it. The small explosive were in his pouch, but he only managed to make three but they would be enough, he had one on hand while the other two were in place.

As soon as he felt the trooper get close to the speeder, he jumped, performing a flip in the air and landing on the soldier's shoulders. The sudden force made the trooper's knees buckle under the weight and he started falling forward, crouching down, Colt took the helmet off the man and let him hit the speeder's side, knocking him out.

The other trooper was admittedly surprised at his comrade's predicament and scrambled for his blaster.

With a quick spin, colt gained momentum and threw the helmet at the imperials head, getting him off balance. since he was still crouched, he reached for his current chair's blaster and pulled it out, flipping it to stun, the teen aimed it at the only conscious trooper and pulled the trigger three times in quick succession.

The twitched each time he was hit and finally, lost consciousness, falling to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut.

Ah... He messed up already, he needed to be chased and he could only grab one speeder as well.

Walking closer, he detached the orange crate and switched it with the blue one, making sure that the blue crates actually held the blasters he nodded and walked over to one of the knocked-out troops.

Crouching down, he picked up a small device and brought it to his mouth, it was a transmitter, a radio in simple terms and he was about to use it to the fullest.

"This is the transport team, we are under att-"

He cut himself off and used the force to crush the device in his arms.

Straightening himself, he calmly walked over to the speeder and sat down on it comfortably, with a final check of the package, Colt took a hold of the levers and he was off. Just in time for a few storm troopers to arrive at the scene.

Turning a corner, he picked up the speed and went into the main street. People moved out of the way to avoid being hit and giving him a mostly free road to traverse on

The force fluctuated, warning him of the incoming danger, and in response, Colt tilted his head to avoid an incoming bolt.

"So, some of you do have 20/20 vision, or that was a fluke."

The mutter went unheard in the shots of blasters and speeder engines working.

...He had to admit, this was fun.

Taking another turn, dodging a blaster fire from a few speeders and pointing his vehicle at an abandoned district, he called to the force to inform him of anything present in front of him.

Turning back on the speeder, he aimed down the sights of the blaster and pulls the trigger.

A speeder explodes, blocking the narrow path and preventing the troopers from chasing him.

Entering a large factory, he used the force to detach the two crates and pull the other two, previously prepared blue crates to him. Guiding the force to attach the two boxes to the speeder he burst out of the factory.

The force notified him of two presence's in the air, getting closer and closer.

Looking up with a sigh, Colt spotted the TIE fighters following him. Were those blasters really worth that much? Or were they wanting to make an example out of him?... Too bad for them.

The TIE fighters took shots at him, and he, oh so graciously moved in the right position to be hit.

The Speeders engine was hit, which for some reason was in the back, and he "Lost control" of the vehicle. The speeder tilted to the side and Colt fell off, right into a wall.

The small opening Colt went through led him to an empty room. Standing up and dusting himself off, he took out the crudely made explosive and placed it on the ground.

Turning around, he walked out of the room he was in and took out a small device with a red button on the end of it. With a simple, carefree press, the room, along with two pre-installed explosives on the two, decoy crates exploded.

The dust kicked up and he calmly walked to the next house under its cover.

His "Master plan", was complete... Not bad for his first time. Eight out of ten, because that stunt would work only once, but only once is what he needed.

Looking down at the blaster that was still in his hand, he scowled slightly, it was a standard issue E-10 blaster, looked like a compact SMG.

Sighing slightly, he flipped on the safety and dropped the blaster to his side, now, he just had to wait until the commotion blew over until he could take his stolen crates.

With nothing to do, he walked over to a wall and took a seat, and his muscled relaxed, letting the adrenaline leave his system.

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Colt opened to the blue crate, looking at the blasters inside, just like the one he took from the Trooper, they were all standard issue E-10 blasters. Sighing at the inconvenience, he took one out, maybe some parts inside there would be useful... that or the black market would buy them for a handsome price.

He was keeping one of the crates for tough times, though.