A well deserved vacation (Fringe dominion of Phu)

[Droideka 0793]

Droideka was quite pleased to be on such a lovely world. He even had a fresh coat of oil by the master's own loving hands. He loved master, but of course it was easy to love god. In his awkward yet happy three legged waddle droideka stood by his master.

Master comment: Its nice here, very bright!

 

[Onrai]

She turned, looking @[member="Ashin Varanin"] over. "I can do that... But why a podracer?" Turning to @[member="Isis Fontana"], she smiled once again. "I'd love to give you one, Isis. It could use a good runthrough of being put through its paces." And finally, @[member="Rave Merrill"]. "Podracers aren't my forte, but their components are relatively the same as starfighters. I suppose I can get to work on this with you, Rave. After all, we do have quite a bit to discuss."

Yes they did...

"I'd say a pair of engines from a Detritus should work. Fit them in a light frame and they'll provide plenty of power."

 

[Valik]

"An Ion cannon? Good idea soldier." He said, and motioned for @[member="Sargon Vynea"] to hand him a piece of equipment. "Tell one of the men to head to armory C, locker forty seven, and input the code alpha-charlie-niner-niner. There should be some concealable weaponry in there that you should find useful, and tell them to bring it here. Valik said as he began putting in various ion cannon equipment together.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Meanwhile, Jorus played some sabacc, secure in the knowledge that his podracer was pretty fething decent. A Rebel crew was guarding it, plus the racetrack's own security.

@[member="Droideka 0793"] bleeped and booped, and Jorus nodded along. He was starting to get a handle on his bodyguard's moods. Should droidekas have moods? Probably not. "Here's hopin' you don't see action today, buddy," he said, and slapped a card into the stabilization field.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Dorsk quickly headed over to his mechanic, a quarian who was a bit less than friendly in truth, and told him that something had blown.

"My products don't blow Dorsk. You're full of poodoo."

"I heard it explode Choova. Come on, take a look." he said, and grabbed the arm of the tentacled man and forced him over.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With a quick nod Sargon keyed on his comms and sent a soldier after it. Moving away from Valik he decided to get into something. "Lord @[member="Valik"] is it possible perhaps that we can add some other illegals to the racer? I'm not the greatest racer so perhaps we could install a simple navcomputer that will follow the course. Leave me plenty of opportunity to shoot." Looking around Sargon thought the idea was most likely unmanageable but he didn't know how difficult the driving would be.

 

[Velok the Younger]

@[member="Pandeima"]

"Sounds like a plan to me," said the Nightsister, with a nod and a wrench in her stomach. "We can bring down a Detritus easily enough. The hangar's prepped and ready. ANd no, that's not a euphemism."

Twenty minutes found her and Circe in the private hangar, with a whole crew of pit droids, ready to rip out the heavy bomber's engines and transform them into something special.

"I like your husband, by the way," said Rave, showing her concept to the pit droids. "He's good people. Bit of a one-track mind."

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

"Sir, this is quite a bit of money. Are you sure you want to put it on this racer? She's a bit of an unknown."

"She's my niece. She's the best racer this planet'll ever see. She'll win." Ardak said a bit forcefully, sounding like that pushy father who believed their son was the best thing to hit the grav-ball court.

"Sir, I'm not sure we'd be able to give you the full payout."

"I'm sure you'll think of something. Write the fething note already." Ardak continued to push at the odds officer.

 

[Matreya]

Walking briskly towards his fleet of StealthX, brought aboard their fleet by his own James Armor Co, "@[member="Isis Fontana"], @[member="Shinjū Aÿasha"], 120th Legionnaire's lets ride. Our aim is to locate connections into the underground sect. Well hit local bars, hoods, and ghettos. Upon location, we will contact my Legionnaire's which will maintain position over our current whereabouts. After finding a way in, I will get us inside the main headquarters, under the premise it is just I entering." He said, climbing towards the cockpit of the Devil's Shadow, his own personal StealthX. As the ship lifted and began to lead the fleet out, Zaiden sighed. Pray the true Gods let us succeed, Zaiden thought to himself as he left the others.

 

[Droideka 0793]

Droideka was quite pleased that he wouldn't be ruining his new coat of oil. He looked... pretty! With a little happy dance he calmed down again and with a little happy trot simply sat behind the dealer.

Master cheating: The next card is an 8

It wasn't cheating if you were god after all. It was merely a different way to win.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Valik]

Valik looked around, found a droid, ignited his lightsaber and cut the thing's head off. He then took the head and began dismantling it, before putting various electrical shocks into the droid brain. He then took took a wire, hooked it up to his datapad and the droid brain and began furiously typing at the tablet.

"This'll take me a little while to program, but I can do that. Get those weapons, and familiarize yourself with them while I'm busy."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Droideka 0793"] couldn't possibly know that the dealer had seen it all. Or that Jorus would mistake the '8' bleep for the '3' blatt, make a disastrous bet, and have to fold while the dealer slapped an in-house restraining bolt on the droideka.

Jorus began to sweat.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Dorsk finally got the quarian to examine his pod, and take a couple lords.

"Dear Force Dorsk, how did you kark this up?" The quarian asked, and Dorsk could only shrug.

"Perhaps I just hired the wrong mechanic Choova." He replied, to which the Quarren gave him a rather curt look.

"Perhaps next time I won't get my friend a pod to race last minute with no training but 'I can force!'" The quarren replied sarcastically, still getting to work.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon wasn't impressed often, and if he thought about it often was more of a never. However the various selection of goods that Valik has thrown together our of various parts was astounding. There was a vibrosaw, a small ion blaster, a pair of small yield EMP darts that would silence any engine in seconds without a bit flash. @[member="Valik"] was a master at work. His favorite though was a lightsaber he had fixed on the underside of his pod. If he smashed against a pod and turned this on, oh the mess. "Lord Valik, after the race, can I keep this saber? I don't have one of my own yet and it might prove useful sometime."

@[member="Valik"]

 

[Xeni Kraylu]

The noise rang in her ears, even through the blindfold. These events weren't quite in her list of 'Love To's'. The crowd was growing bigger and she was being pushed around like a sack of rice. Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. What in the hell convinced her to come to a pod race?! Once again she was tossed, but this time into her companion that she had somehow convinced to travel with her.


Glancing up at the man, she grimaced. It was a trademark expression of hers it seems nowadays.

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@[member="Yurik Rodecken"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ashin, meanwhile, was preparing for the big race the best way she knew how -- with @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]. Going over things, getting close to solutions, experimenting with various angles of attack, and mapping her way to the finish line. Spencer was known, after all, as the Fringe's strategist for her battle meditation talents.

 

[Onrai]

"True... But I love him. He's the man who has my heart." She smiled, eying the pit droids as the Detritus bomber landed, in preparation for disassembly. "Assuming we can use the energy tethers to directly infuse power into the engines, we could modify the Detritus's power plant and place it underneath the cockpit. The engines will have an enormous amount of power from the hypermatter."

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Valik]

"You don't have one yet Sargon? I mean you can keep it sure, but I feel there are better weapons for you." He said, as he finished dumping software and coding into the droid brain. "I'll have to make you a good sword later, when we're less pressed for time." He said, as he put the droid brain into the pod. This thing was so very illegal right now, but that was okay. Security's minds wouldn't resist a SIth Lord such as he.

 

[Droideka 0793]

Droideka Tim was mad... in fact even angry. They'd ruined his new oil coat, and put this bolt on him. For the first time ever he wanted to hurt something, and he was going to. However as he tried to bring powers to his guns he found he couldn't, and his shields wouldn't flicker on. Anger was gone behind sheer panic!

MASTER!!! I AM A SLAVE AGAIN! SAVE ME!

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Onith Trill]

"Oh come on now Xeni. It can't be that bad." He said. The crowd around him admittedly made him a bit . . . hungry, but it was irrelevant at this point. He'd always wanted to see a pod race, and Xeni's studies had put them over the area so, her indulgences were nice.

"Why we don't we get you some womp rat on a stick? Can I get you any food or anything?" he asked to @[member="Xeni Kraylu"]