A Day at the Races! (Reek Races) [Open to everyone]

[Mrrew]

A huge roar sounded from the starting end of the canyon, signaling that the Bull Rancor was still coming. Any Reeks that were beginning to slow down, were now going faster then they ever where before.

As the main pack turned a corner, the display screens showed something no one expected in the race; about a dozen Tusken raiders, with little blockades made out of mud bricks, equiped with blaster rifles.

"Looks like we have a twist of events... Tuskens have blocked off the canyon! Aaaaaand that's not stopping the Reeks..."

Even as the raiders started open firing on the beasts, the Reeks continued forwards. It was either these little things in masks, or a bull rancor. The Reeks effortlessly barelled through teh blockade of mud bricks, sending Tuskens and bricks flying. But not before some of the blaster bolts hit their targets. Mere moments before the barricade was disintegrated by the sheer force of the stampeding animals, a blaster bolt met it's mark; straight between the eyes, boring through the thick skull, of the Reek in the lead.

"Wyrm's down! Wyrm is down!"

Spoiler

[member="Togashi Yokuni"] [member="Nomad Crimson"]

 

[Mrrew]

The majority of the Reeks made their way around a wide corner of the canyons, where the ground was beginning to raise. The exit to the canyons was just ahead. The race was almost over.

"The head Reeks are on the home stretch... Rager is far ahead of everyone... It'll take a miracle for anyone to catch up with him in time! ... The other reeks sense the canyons are almost finished... They're speeding up! Vorksnr is lagging behind with his injury, only Berserk and Katarn are anywhere near Rager... Cross your fingers, folks!"

[member="Togashi Yokuni"]

 

[Garith Darkhold]

With the realization he was behind on posts, Togashi Yokuni’s writer busted out some epic music. Just not any music, but bad ass muse music. Yes that is right, his writer like to write while listening to music. Wait a moment, he suddenly realized he was writing about himself and not Togashi Yokuni. Reversing gears he began to write a proper post.

There was a ROAR, Tokuni got to the edge of his seat when he heard the bull rancor. “Yes”, he said getting excited, sounding all sinister. There was another death coming he could feel it and it thrilled him. The pack had turned the corner and surprise.

Tuskens!

Blaster bolt after blaster bolt, the Tuskens began to fire upon the pack. Even the treat of being blaster by super heated bolts of light was not enough to stop the reeks in their tracks. They kept on running for their very short lives! The beautiful pleasure of watching others in pain. Blot after blot hit the reeks. It was not enough to stop the whole pack. They slammed into the barricaded and barreled through.

As tuskens started to flew through the air from the impact Wyrm went down from a blot that hit it right between the eyes. Wyrm hit the ground sliding kicking up dust and rocks. “YES, MORE”, Yokuni was getting a little bit to excited. Who cares if his reeks was losing the race.

After coming around a bend in the canyon the pack stormed out into open terrain. The race was almost nearing a end. Huttbutt was not near the lead. It was more then likely Yokuni was going to lose out on some credits. That was the nature of gambling. At least he was enjoying the race!

OOC: [member="Mrrew"] sorry I had a pretty good day and I wrote this when being a little to hyper. Lol

 

[Mrrew]

(Alls good, the thread is meant to be entertainment. XD)

The rancor raced forwards at the back of the pack, just on the tails of Mynock, who had been at the bakc of the race for the entire event, and Vorksnr, who's injury had brought him to Mynock. The Rancor was pleased. It did not need more food- it was full. But these creatures could be food for later. If they would just stop running now. The rancor insured that they would not be running. Massive talons ran through the back legs of Mynock, literally cleaving the lwoer legs off the animal. A moment later, a huge crushing blow was dealt to Vorksnr in turn, sending the creature to the ground, finally, after it's injury. Two more Reeks fell.

Meanwhile, the front of the herd was racing up the incline that signaled the end of the Canyon. Rager was still at the front. A little red ribbon was strung from two poles, at the end of the race track. Droid were hovering at the finish line, filming the winner. Every viewing screen in the plaza zoomed in on Rager, all black other then a crimson head, and shimmering white horns. And Rager burst through the red ribbon, continuing to run out of the canyons.

"WE HAVE A WIIIINEEEEER! RAGER WAS WON THE FIRST REEK RACES!"

Spectators in the stands both cheered and displayed their anger. Millions of credits had been lost that day, but many credits were earned as well. Every spectator who bet on Rager recieved a little code on their viewing screen, hidden by a little set of blinds that slid from the sides of the screen, in order to win their credits.

A few moments later, a small squadron of hovercrafts appeared out of nowhere, and systematically began tranqulizing the remaining Reeks, as well as the Rancor.

"Have a good day, folks, the Beast Hunter's Guild- sponsor of the race- hopes you enjoyed your time here!"

[member="Togashi Yokuni"] [member="Nomad Crimson"] [member="Chattza Thuku Navik"] [member="Kikhveakkaz"][member="Mit Tuxaire"]