Marauder
"Frell it," Azula snarled. The Zeltron not only managed to flick the harmless disk free, but managed to sail past her. The Zeltron was going to receive comeuppance.
Of course, the Zeltron had only really managed to diffuse a fake bomb that Azula had illegally planted on her swoop before the race started. Her ire wasn't entirely deserved at this point. With a swoop bike beneath her, Azula was freed of those restraints that kept her hidden from view at Silver Rest. He feelings were free and not always rational. It was pure exhilaration and heady adrenaline to be at these speeds again.
With the wind howling through her montrals, she pressed the pedal all the way down and brought on a burst of speed for the straight. The scarlet sails swept backwards and she surged beneath Cassus Akovin .
Her montrals told her when she was beneath the other bike without looking upwards. Azula pumped one fist into the air. To anyone at a distance it might have looked as if she struck the bike above directly, but instead she tried to buckle the lower panels with a wave of telekinetic energy.
Azula took her foot off the power, engines thrumming as it wound down. Her sails swung back upwards, catching the wind. Ahead was the great sarlacc pit and the togruta didn't want to meet that beast face first.
Of course, the Zeltron had only really managed to diffuse a fake bomb that Azula had illegally planted on her swoop before the race started. Her ire wasn't entirely deserved at this point. With a swoop bike beneath her, Azula was freed of those restraints that kept her hidden from view at Silver Rest. He feelings were free and not always rational. It was pure exhilaration and heady adrenaline to be at these speeds again.
With the wind howling through her montrals, she pressed the pedal all the way down and brought on a burst of speed for the straight. The scarlet sails swept backwards and she surged beneath Cassus Akovin .
Her montrals told her when she was beneath the other bike without looking upwards. Azula pumped one fist into the air. To anyone at a distance it might have looked as if she struck the bike above directly, but instead she tried to buckle the lower panels with a wave of telekinetic energy.
Azula took her foot off the power, engines thrumming as it wound down. Her sails swung back upwards, catching the wind. Ahead was the great sarlacc pit and the togruta didn't want to meet that beast face first.