FIRST GORDOSA CUP PREMIER POD RACE: Sakura

[Gordosa]

On the Fertile and beautiful world of Sakura, Gordosa and company sat aboard the "Luscious Lady" his personal sail barge and prepared to begin the first ever Gordosa Cup Premier Pod Race. Ugbolt was on security on the floating platform where the Pods were awaiting their racers and RG-13 the bronze protocol droid was setting up the betting pool.
"Dis is gunna b gud" Ugbolt said as he leaned on a pod.


Current racers and betting odds

Spoiler

Listeri Dalane - Sienar PR-3 * Odds 2-1
Sressechka - Banshee-11 * 6-1
Tross Sergo - Vectron BL-37 * 3-1
Olidiv Kenu - RQ 550C Dart * 3-1
Also Available:
Vulptereen 327 *
BRE Block6 Tri-Ram *
KV9T9-B Wasp *
FG 8T8-Twin Block2 Special +
CR-17 Incendia *
* Disclaimer all pods have been salvaged and rebuilt by Gordosa's employees any resemblance to historic pods is merely due to being a similar model not the same pod
+ Disclaimer This Pod is use at your own risk.

THE WINNER WILL RECIEVE 300,000 CREDITS AND THE POD THEY COMPETED IN. RUNNERS UP WILL RECIEVE THE POD THEY COMPETED IN or whatever is left of it. **

** Life Insurance policies, wills and powers of attorney are available before the race.

Rolling Method

Spoiler

I roll initiative to determine the order in which the characters begin the race.

A race is divided into a number of "zones."

Each Zone presents a challenge requiring a Ride/Pilot roll.

Success by less than 5 moves the character on to the next zone without incident.

Success by 5 or more not only moves the character on to the next zone, but grants the character some predetermined boon applicable in the next zone, such as a +5 circumstance bonus on the Ride/Pilot roll in the next zone, a +2 increase to Initiative, +1 circumstance bonus to any attack roll in the next zone (assuming it will involve combat), or some boon of similar value.

Failure by less than 5 imposes some slight, predetermined penalty on the character, such as a -2 to the Ride/Pilot roll in the next zone, or not moving on to the next zone, or taking a -2 to Initiative (moving him down the order for the next round), or getting entangled in or attacked by some obstacle, or taking a -1 to all Defense scores in the next zone (assuming it will involve combat or attacks of some sort), or some penalty of similar value. Where the penalty is more than "slight" (i.e., more than just the equivalent of a -2 penalty to something...for example, a -5 to something), the character is permitted a secondary "avoidance" roll of a different skill, such as a DC 10 Perception (to avoid getting lost in smoke or fog, for example), a DC 10 Persuasion (to calm your mount, e.g.), or an opposed grapple (in the case of the entangling obstacle) to avoid this penalty.

Failure by 5 or more imposes the "harsher" predetermined penalty as outlined above, without the secondary "avoidance" roll.

[member="Kazen"]

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

The man in the mask grinned and bowed. He was wearing a jockey's duster today, a brilliant cerulean number with a purple undershirt, and bright green boots. He looked, in a word, foppish and harmless. However, such was the nature of the grand actor, master swordsman, investor, and general lunatic Olidiv Kenu. In his loud, booming, intense voice, he cheered and hollered while walking to his pod. He bowed to the crowd.

"A PLEASURE TO SEE YOU ALL! CATCH YOU AT THE PREMIERE OF MY NEXT HOLO!!!" he said, grabbing a nearby recording droids attention. Plenty of press here. He may not win, but hell, he'd make a good showing. After all, what was the point of being a hero of the stage if not to make a scene? He also made a gracious bow to Gordosa, his host. He was excited to see how this turned out--the largest thign he'd race was swoops on Coruscant.

He gave a hi-five to one of his pit crew, a nice young Dug with a raucous attitude named Bocephus, and hopped in the cockpit. "Let's see if she handles as well as she did on the test run last week," he said with a nod as he buckled in.

[member="Gordosa"]

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Gordosa"]

Long has it been since Cypher had been out in the Unknown Regions. He was so much more accustomed to the more civilized regions of space. But hey, traveling nearly across the breadth of the galaxy just to get drunk on some Hutts ship and watch some pod racing? Never a more valid excuse to shirk his duties like running a star spanning empire or dealing with that big war currently ongoing. That's the perks of being the Underlord though. You decide whats important to do today.

Cypher gripped the deck railing of Gordosa's sail barge. Below the starting line and the pits were abuzz with activity. Twas indeed a glorious day for a race. A ponder passed him just how many of the racers would be a stain on the ground by the end of this. Podracing was notoriously dangerous, but a profitable crowd pleaser. A on that notion of profits, time to meet the profit maker. Cypher waltz across the deck and to the Hutts location to make himself known. "Well Gordosa. Pleased I'm sure you are to make my acquaintance". Pulling back his hood revealed his cheeky grin. That smile he most always kept. Cyphers hands then rested on his hips. "Hope the roster is of quality pilots today eh"?

 

[Gordosa]

[member="Cypher"] [member="Listeri Dalane"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Tross Sergo"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"]

Gordosa reached over, picked up his fluted glass of juma juice and took a sip. His Jawa servant fanned him with a long fan made from a palm leaf while his droid got the betting pool up. Two destroyer droids sat on their long insect like legs at the bottom of the stairs that Cypher had just come up. The man was the big time as criminals went and even Gordosa operated his business without crossing the Suns. Ugbolt the Gamorean leaned on a pod until he slipped and fell head first into the cockpit. The green porcine king of swing's feet kicked the air as his garments fell to reveal his polka dotted underpants and generous green belly.

Gordosa couldn't help but laugh a deep 'hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh' as he pointed and slapped the jawa who had stopped fanning.

"We have the craziest and the best pod racers I could dig up." Gordosa said pointing at the only pilot that was ready so far, "but after someone sees the new racer line I ordered I'm sure more will turn up."

 

[Beowoof]

Sressechka scowled as she took note of the odds. Usually it never fazed her. As a barnstormer, she was quite confident in her own flying abilities. But either this Hutt was stupid or it was an utter insult to be on the bottom of the board. She would prove him wrong, and reward those brave souls who elected to wager on her victory. She was confident and eager to go.

The Banshee-11 sounded like her kind of racer--something she could manipulate aptly, being narrow enough for weaving but heavy enough to intimidate those who might attempt any funny business on the track. She was not going to be in a mood to deal charitably with idiots.

The crowd began to applaud when [member="Olidiv Kenu"] made his way onto the track, and Sressi decided that it was her turn to take the stage. Pulling her black duster coat snugly around her form, the Rutian trudged out to the cockpit pod of her racer and turned about to face the crowd and bow. Hopefully, she would be bowing once more to them at the end of the run.

 

[Gordosa]

[member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Cypher"] [member="Sressechka"] @Skosk Fett

Grodosa slid forward smoothly. For a hutt he was extremely fast and agile with decent reflexes. He slid to the railing and held up both hands to wave to the crowd as his jiggly chin shook with joy.

"Racers start your engines." He said into the amplifier on his Barge, "let the race begin."


DICE ROLL: SRESSECHKA STARTS WITH THE LEAD WITH A 15. OLIDIV CLOSE BEHIND WITH A 12.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Gordosa"] [member="Talon Vau"]
The mandalorian had been hired to guard Gordosa, it was a quite job that paid well. The brute towered the crowd, and was extremely bulky, and muscular, he was holding his heavy repeater as well. Skosk was located left of the hutt, the armor increased his intimidating appearance, slightly increasing his size, but still allowing him to display his hard earned toughness. The green tank watched the crowd, he obviously was, for today, the crime lords bodyguard. There was nothing suspicious at the moment, the job made sense, being a crime lord had it's prices, his employer now had enemies whether he liked it or not. That was why the brute was called in. Unlike his son, who was milling around somewhere, he deserved some rest. But, like the mercenary if something was out of place it had to be reported immediately. Skosk would not be watching pod-racing today, he would be focused on any possible killers, this was what he was hired for.

 

[Beowoof]

Sressechka smiled so brightly when she hopped into the pilot pod of the Banshee model. Safety being priority when one was about to do something otherwise completely, utterly, insanely dangerous, the Twi'lek banded her lekku together and pulled tight her leathris helmet before yanking her goggles over her eyes. She flicked a lever and the power couplings lit up and snagged at the opposite sockets through their energy bindings. She stuck her tongue out and raised a thumb to the crowd. She was quite the showman.

There could be nothing more exciting than the whine of the turbines that would pull a little car by a couple of steel-wound tethers--so daring! She laughed with delight as she twisted the throttle briefly to incite a grimy roar, activating a cheer from the race fans. [member="Olidiv Kenu"] was toast.

Then [member="Gordosa"] gave his command. Viciously gritting her teeth, the Rutian flyer wrenched the throttle to full output and released the airbrakes, blasting her and her racer onto the lush red track that wound through the blaring forests and over placid lakes. She had the lead! "See ya, suckers!" she called out, fully enjoying herself.

[member="Skosk Fett"] [member="Cypher"]

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

Olidiv grinned as his engines whirred, the unstable death-trap at his command as he got a feel for it, aiming to follow on the Twi'lek's heels as he gave up a short lead at the start--a rookie move on his part to be sure. Still, this course was far from even, and with any luck, his research would lend him an edge. Or he'd just get himself nearly good and killed, and nurse his wounded pride with a lovely woman and a big bottle of something mildly poisonous.

There was certain joy to this sort of thing, though. And honestly, he was glad she was good. It wouldn't be any fun smoking a bunch of chumps, after all. Still, aside from her, most of the racers in this mess seemed to lack the real heart for it. She was an adrenaline junkie, he could tell. Good.

[member="Sressechka"]
"She's good," he said cheerily. "I shall have to be better! Faster! Stronger! And GREATER STILL!" He bellowed, his raw, ham-like audacity vibrating through his pod-races as he edge closer to the woman. It was time to give those criminal hotshot making a fortune off of this a proper show for their money.

[member="Cypher"] [member="Gordosa"] @Skosk Fett

He grinned as he observed the area. Lush, pretty, and uneven. Beautiful, but rugged country that'd drag on the repulsor-lifts of any pod. Unless, of course, th terrain were remove completely.

His Dart was a lithe little machine. Not the largest engines, but it had great handling on the rougher landings to make up for the acceleration. He grinned. He just needed to aim up and....there, yes! That tree will make a great ramp! time to sling the Dart--aftr all, it's pretty aerodynamic.

The next scene on the holocameras was Olidiv Kenu waving two arms in the air while steering with the others as he flew through the air, sailing above the rough terrain. Hopefully, pushing above the undergrowth instead of through it would get a lead on this little hell-raiser. Or at least keep it close enough to be entertaining.

Edit: had to fix a tag.

 

[RC 212]

@Skosk Fett

Talon was nearby, clad in a silver body armor vest and westar-35 strapped to his hip. As e lay back and watch the podrace he kept a close eye on his surroundings.
The galaxy was dangerous place, especially for a kid. The smells of poodoo and sweaty spectators washed over him. There was nothing really going on at the moment. Somewhere nearby, Skosk was watching too.

With abandod he kicked his black boots up on the seat in front of him and just chilled.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Talon Vau"]
[member="Gordosa"]

The mercenary smiled under his visor, his son had come a long way. For a second Talon could almost see, his visor observing him, but before he could register this, the tough karking sod looked away. It was not time to get distracted, the family could spend there money soon, very soon. The race started abruptly, the crowds were louder then before, some jumping from overzealous excitement, while others stood cheering. This was a quiet mission indeed, it gave him a rest, the mandalorian always did thrive on combat. But, sometimes he needed to reenergize himself before going back out there, like any other being in the galaxy. While Skosk may be resting, he was still a dangerous, massive, brute not to be messed with, he could protect the hutt at a moments notice.

 

[Ignatius]

Now here is where I could earn some money, as well as a name. Get somewhere so I can get from place to place. Here, I came under the name as "Ryder" Taking my mask and securing it to my face. it was modified to have lenses over it and to have a small aim assist. Programed to help with my vision when in the darker parts of the race. Getting in the pod, I looked up to see that the Hutt yelled go.

FETH I WASN'T EVEN READY!

ALready in last place I set out after them, punching the throttle down as fast as it could go. Smiling all the way as it looked I would be pulling the underdog and getting towards the font, with a little bit of luck.

Riding the KV9T9-B Wasp

 

[Gordosa]

@Skosk Fett [member="Talon Vau"] [member="Cypher"]

Godosa popped a little green frog thing inot his mouth as he waved his jawa forward to fan him with the large palm leaf. He clapped and jiggled his chins with delight as the racers continued around the 5 lap course.

"I bet something on all of them." Gordosa told the Mandalorian, "and ticket sales were most pleasing."

MEANWHILE...

Ugbolt stood beside an un manned pod and was day dreaming about a pretty Sow he had met on Ord something-or-other. The dolt was drooling so excessively as a result his hand slipped and he fell into a Pod. The Gamorean's shirt fell down around his head and obscured his vision. His big foot hit the starter and off he went shooting down the track in the new Pod racer.

[member="Sressechka"] Tied for first with a 11
[member="Olidiv Kenu"] Tied for first with a 18
[member="Erin Darkstar"] close behind with a 16

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Gordosa"]

It seemed his money would be coming from the race, most interesting. The Hutt was most likely looking for a reaction, " Lets just hope no one interrupts this show case, because if they do. You must be willing to accept, that I will be forced to destroy anything in our way To insure your safety, even if that means your own assets. Do you agree?" . The bodyguard needed to know his boss would except this, because if not, then he would need extra payment, for having making the job harder. Nothing in the contract said he had to protect the Hutts property, but only the hutt himself, this is where Skosk made money. His services where of quality, they deserved to be rewarded, because there were many other employers out there who would want him. A mandalorian mercenary, working as a long term employee was rare, and was arguably the most deadly asset, a crime lord could have. The green tank stood, awaiting for an answer, he was fearless, something few had, even when facing someone as powerful as Gordosa.

 

[Beowoof]

Sressechka pushed her bottom lip forward in a sort of pout as she saw [member="Olidiv Kenu"]'s risky maneuver turning out quite successfully. His flyer was smaller and a little bit sleeker, which aided in his rocketing trip over the fallen tree and onto the track right alongside her. Having four arms could also be counted as rather handy.

Focus was the key in these races, however, and the Twi'lek knew this well. She ignored the glorious swirl of leaves that trailed behind the two racers as they sped along, a wonderfully bright red parade following in their draft. Through her tinted goggles, Sressi kept her eyes straight ahead with only brief glances at the feed from her craft's rear-mounted camera.

What was that? Another racer had pulled within a few hundred meters of the battling leaders and was slowly gaining on them! There were five laps to this race. The Rutian needed to consider her priorities. Concerned about this new aggressor, the female pilot let off the throttle for a brief second and relinquished the lead, bringing her podracer behind Olidiv's and to the inside of the coming turn. She would play conservatively... for now.

[member="Gordosa"] [member="Erin Darkstar"]

 

[Gordosa]

[member="Skosk Fett"]

"Destroy if you need to" Gordosa said after laughing at Ugbolt and sending a request for a new Gamorrean in case he didn't make it. "This isn't my planet."

Gordosa stuffed another frog thing into his mouth and did the Hutt rendition of the running man as a Camera droid flew by.

 

[Olidiv Kenu]

Olidiv was happy as all hell to join this little party. He had one curious issue, though. Why was that trouble-maker slowing down and losing her lead? A bit conservative. Then again, she was in a weightier craft, probably need to pick her moments. Another one was coming from behind. Late start, hmm. Interesting. Well, it was important to never let an opportunity go to waste. He pushed forward slightly, edging the lead up a little more, but no breakneck pacing--he didn't want to push his luck.

He smirked, letting the sunlight dance of his racer a bit. He had to admit, this was more fun than sitting around AHFUL all days starting as sales charts. Especially since everything had gone downhill. The damn invasion of Coruscant set him back massive amounts. Still, he could get some starter funds here. If he kept up.

Time to focus on the road, right. Take it easy on the turn, but not too easy. Just like a ballroom dance. Or a good sword match.

@Gordosa@Sressechka@Erin Darkstar

 

[Gordosa]

[member="Erin Darkstar"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Olidiv Kenu"] [member="Skosk Fett"]

((GAHHHHHHH! SORRY!))

Gordosa rolled a big orange eye toward the inbound wine and wiggled toward it slowly pumping his arms as if he was running in slow motion as the race continued. Lap 3 was closing and two laps to go. The money made on concessions alone was enough to make him happy.

"I'll take a glass of the red, please." He said as he drew closer, "it's good for digestion and my manly physique."

((Round 3:
Olidiv Kenu 1st place and pulling ahead with a 19!
Sressechka in 2nd place and holding strong with a 16!
Erin Darkstar in 3rd place with a 13
Ugbolt in fourth but catching up with a 17

 

[Tross Sergo]

He sat in the pod, speeding down the track. "MOTHERFETHERS!" He shouted, realizing that he was actually two-laps behind and not in front of all of the fellow racers. He inhaled and exhaled heavily, attempting to forget about his past accident in a pod.

Sweat began to pour down his forehead, but his speed stayed the same. He had to complete this race, or this was going to get bad. He ripped off his helmet like mask, dropping it onto the seat, trying to calm down.


He looked over to the only other racers who were actually near him and had a feeling of worry, creep of his spine, very, very, very slowly. He quickly took a left, inches away from bashing into a large rock. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a long and very loud chuckle of relief.

 

[Morgaine deWinter]

[member="Gordosa"]

Morgaine deWinter grumped. She didn't understand what the fuck this planet was good for. Way too much pink. It felt like a horrible trip, but she was kinda sure she wasn't tripping. She should have been, by every right! The snuff she'd snorted not ten minutes ago was supposed to have already taken effect, but it was hard to tell in this environment.

Well.

Whatever.

She was here now, and there was a pod ready for her. She picked her ear with her pinky and stumbled into the driver's seat, managing to scratch her behind while she did so. Grabbing a small box from her pocket, she lit a death stick and started messing around with the buttons. Where the fuck was the on button again?