maybe there was no going back from that. His father hadn't even said sorry, that at least would have been a start. Perhaps he wasn't sorry, and if he wasn't then Jonas would try his best to make him feel that way.
After a few twists and turns sprinting down corridors, Jonas burst through a door. An armed Cytherean Guard stood watch outside. The Guard looked at the boy, surprised. "Who are you?" he said, with a curious lowering of his brow.
Jonas grabbed a hold of the soldier's blaster. The Guard gripped onto it as Jonas had hoped he would. Jonas yanked the gun sharply towards him, the Guard came with it and knocked his face straight into Jonas's head-butt. The Guard fell, sprawled out-cold on the floor.
"Prince Jonas, apparently!" he said, thinking the name actually had quite a nice sound to it.
Hawk's voice blared out of the forearm of the Guards uniform. "All Guard seek and capture—stun and restrain—do not kill!" his voice ordered as a holographic image of Jonas in the rugged red top he was wearing materialised in mid-air from the communications system. "I repeat. Stun and capture—do not kill."
Jonas looked up to a noise in the distance. He saw three Guard pounding across a courtyard. He burst into a sprint not knowing where to run, only thinking anywhere was better than here. He headed towards the taller buildings in the distance, running past street turnings, as more and more Guard joined in the hunt. He knocked down two that got in his way as he made a turn down a street. Stun-shots flew dangerously close to him, freezing a Guard caught in the line of fire who collapsed as stiff as a falling tree scraping his armour along the floor with his momentum. Jonas was faster than all of them. He turned down a narrow alley sandwiched between two tall glass buildings. He turned down another alleyway and another, testing his speed to its limits until everything was quiet. He hid in the shadow of a pillar that ran up alongside one of the glass towers. Footsteps came up fast. A Guard stopped right in front of him. He looked into the shadow. Jonas closed his eyes and heard more footsteps coming. He braced to be stunned.
"Come on he went this way," they called as they ran along past. The suspicious soldier peering into the shadow saw nothing in the shade and continued his chase. The silence returned and Jonas blew a breath of relief.
More footsteps came. They clunked along like metal instead of sounding like the boots of an armoured Guard. And these feet weren't running either. A kid, a few years younger than Jonas hovered along the alley, gliding along on a bike. Just behind him walked a heavy-footed droid.
Twain walked straight past Jonas. Lynk turned to face him, "Hello friend," he politely gestured with a nod.
Twain stopped and turned back to see who his droid was speaking to. He saw no one. "Lynk, there's nobody there! Hurry along. We've lots to do when we get back."
"I was just greeting the fugitive, Jonas Knight. I didn't mean any harm," said Lynk.
Twain reversed his bike and squinted into the shadow. He could just make out the shape of someone. He jumped off his hoverbike and drew a small cylinder from his tool-belt, demanding to whoever it was to come out, and put down their weapons.
Jonas stepped forward, holding his hands in the air. He left the Guards blaster strapped and hanging around his shoulder. He saw what the boy held as a weapon. "That's a drill handle," he smirked. "Does it shoot as well?" Jonas laughed.
Twain put a hand out to Lynk. The droid yanked off his own hand as Twain pulled Lynk's forearm out of his elbow socket and attached it with a twist to the top of his drill bit. He shot a blast past Jonas's ducking head. "Yes it shoots as well," Twain said. "I'm just not allowed a blaster yet so I had to combine my drill and Lynk's arm, works pretty well and Mother will never figure it out."
"Clever kid," said Jonas, with the smile wiped clear from his face.
Twain firmed his grip on his weapon,
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