Dominion GA Dominion of Teyr - Teyr Drops in my Eyes

[Brama Tagge]

Objective I | Teyr | Kenteryrcky Derby
Auteme | OPEN

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It was loud, so loud. The crowds were roaring, the engines were firing, and even though the senator's box was compensating with artificial noise suppressors, it was still so loud.

And hot. It was hot too, wasn't it?

Shouldn't they have had machines that moderated the temperatures with a little more intelligence?

Brama squinted up at the ceiling, expecting a cold draft to instantly splash against her age-worn face. Disappointingly, she was met with nothing.

It was so hot.

Lethargically, she got up from her seat and walked to the bannister, fanning herself all the way. Her hounds rose and trailed at her heels, sniffing the air around them. Dash was off somewhere, getting water? Right? Right. She'd told him she was too hot. He'd immediately solutioned water would be the way to go.

With one elbow on the railing, her other arm flitting a fan around her face, Brama eyed the racetrack.

The little racers looked as though they were melting. Crisp outlines of hotrods started to smooth out into colourful blobs.

Brama swayed.

It was so hot. Wasn't it?

Hot enough for the senator to succumb to the heat, imaginary or not, and collapse.

 

[Auraya Irath-Ur]

"This is madness" the girl declared beneath her breath. Absolutely ridiculous. She'd seen that bantha-in-headlights look on Davron's face when he realized what he'd unintentionally, and frankly unwillingly, signed up for. She'd expected him to decline, to work his way out of it, but nope.​

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No backing down. What a foolish man he was. Auraya groaned and crossed her arms down by her waist, clutching at her stomach. Force, she felt as though she might hurl and she wasn't even the one in the firing line.​

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"You can't even see... C'mon, Master Feln, come to your senses..."​

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Of course he couldn't exactly hear her. He was down on the track, and she was stood to one side. An unhappy viewer...​

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She'd never seen a podrace before but she'd heard all about how terrifyingly dangerous they were. Her time with Davron may have been brief, and confusing, and at times frustrating, but she'd learned more with him than anyone else, and she truly felt at home when they were jetting through space.​

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Thoughts of losing all of that, of losing him, made her stomach churn.​

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"Please don't crash" she wished on whispered breath, "Please don't crash..."​

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Davron Feln ​

 

[Davron Feln]

The straight paths through the spaceport and business districts were easy enough to follow, even with his limited abilities to actually know where he was going at the moment. That was rapidly to change once he hit the construction site, and every ounce of his focus was devoted towards managing to navigate through the materials and equipment left behind from when the racing course was being laid out. They'd kept most of it off of the course itself, of course, but podracers were large vehicles, and they were all trying to crowd into a bit of a tight space while jockeying for any inch of advantage over each other.

The odd crane hanging over the track that he had to physically duck just to avoid hitting was only expected for such a hazardous sport.

It was rapidly turning into a real "Force take the handlebars" situation for Davron; utterly lacking in any true sight, still unskilled at trying to supplement the loss with the Force, and yet hurtling down the track at speeds exponentially higher than he was ever biologically designed to attain, it was a near miracle that he managed to avoid crashing into anything or anybody. Somewhere off in the distance, he could feel Auraya was just as worried as he was—if not moreso—so he tried to find a way to at least make some space between himself and the other racers.

Coming up on a curve in the track, he hugged the inside line, flipping switches to cut the thrust generated from the engines up front and give a boost to the repulsorlift propulsion instead to drift him around the curve and the turn immediately following it, before blasting deep into Atrisiatown—

Only to have to immediately slow down again, as another racer neatly slid back into the track proper from some side-street, nearly colliding with him. Better to slow down than to find himself careening off into the side of the track...but hopefully that Gossam would be a bit more careful on any future turns. Or, at least, show some stronger self-preservation instinct for himself that would cause fewer problems for Davron or the other racers.

Wait.

Was that blaster fire he heard?

"Oh, fierfek, really?"

Shar Sieu Joseph Torson Jax Thio Caoimhe Crannach Hex Dani Stellaris Auraya Irath-Ur

 

[Dani Stellaris]

White knuckle and flying, the racer that Dani was using, her Air-2, was zipping through the first leg. The others were getting ahead of her… She really needed to fix this racer and tune it up. She had a purpose to win for now. The blonde couldn't think of that now. What she needed to do was think of the course ahead. Some racers she didn't recognize had zipped ahead, but only a pair she had really recognized anyway.

New to the circuit and all.

Still, she zipped through leg one, a bit slowly. Having to weave in and out of moving construction equipment, she cussed a few times as she go spun into a circle before taking the turn out of the site. Next was Atrisia town. She sped forward, zipping through the corners and doing her damnedest to make up for lost time. She had to fly a bit more aggressive, cutting traffic off, and hollering at people crossing her path.

Several times she was up and over boarding ramps designed for cargo haulers. Not like a little vespa though, no, Dani was faster than them. She wasn't wasting time on any fantastical moves, she had a direction she needed to go, and people she needed to catch.

And she was going to do it.

Hex
Shar Sieu
Caoimhe Crannach
Davron Feln

 

[Davron Feln]

Now deep in Atrisiatown proper, taking it carefully so that he didn't pass utterly beyond any capability he had to make up for his lack of sight, Davron could sense as all the other racers but one who'd managed to make it past the starting line were quickly pulling ahead of him. Worse yet, there was nothing but tight turns and short stretches between ahead as they made their way towards the canyon.

He gripped harder on the controls of his borrowed podracer, the wind roaring in his ears as he kept going. At least the blasterfire he'd heard hadn't come anywhere near him; that being dealt with, along with not having to worry too much about other racers crashing into him all of a sudden, and without any construction equipment in the way, meant he could focus on piloting and nothing else, at least until he caught up.

And until they got in the canyon, where he knew there'd be a lot more protruding rock to worry about.

If you're watching his, Auraya, don't let me crash.

He leaned into the throttle, speeding around the corners to try and catch back up to the racers in the lead, though it didn't look like he'd be particularly successful for this leg of the race. Part pride, part wanting to get the race over with as soon as possible, and all a bit reckless; regardless, he at least had to make a good attempt.

Spoiler: OOC

Since our other two racers haven't even posted for their first legs yet, I figured I'd just go ahead and move on to leg 3. Dani Stellaris Caoimhe Crannach Hex Shar Sieu Auraya Irath-Ur

Hopefully I don't crash, let's see what I get to edit in here

 

[Hex]

Location: Pyre Folas raceway
Objective: Win corpo credits
Tag: other racers, Daiya Spirit of Integrity

Spoiler: Equipment

• Powderpunk armor on loan from Daiya
• ap-25i SIMP pistol
• 'Candles' Heavy particle blaster
• 'confetti' Rocket launcher
• Party Poppers (2 explosive, 0 gas)
• Dancer repulsor board
• Dervish Knife
• Cheap data pad and communicator

Spoiler: Hex dialogue colors

Poor Hex hears voices in her head

Hex speech to others
Hex speech to herself

Hexes inner voices
'...Neutral...'
'...Doubt...'
'...Anger...'
Coloured '.....' are also words that Hex can hear , but I decided not to write them to reduce clutter

Things weren't going to plan for the blue haired girl, the wind whipped around her hair as she struggled to control the machine, forcing her to ease off more than she wanted.

She called through the comms
<Something is wrong, I think its the inlet pressure can you check the feed!> The telemetry might allow Daiya To fix something for her, she had fallen behind slightly and had time to make up at this point.

She felt her eye drawn to a small valve, the fuel regulator, if she yanked that she might get a massive kick, she might explode.

'...you know you want to, rip that thing out and see what happens...'

She thought about it, even played with the safety latch on the valve then shook her head, it was too dangerous, she didn't need to win that badly.

Dropping herself back her seat for the next short straight she pushed the engine, feeling the pod launch into the air momentarily as it hit a small divot in the ground.

Round 1 - roll 18
Round 2 - roll 7
Round 3 - roll 9

 

[Alec Sienar]

Objective I | Teyr | Kenteryrcky Derby
Brama Tagge | Auteme
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The Tionese Ambassador to the Alliance.

It wasn't exactly where Alec pictured himself to be after all these years. Hadn't he joined the First Order two decades ago, because he felt so in tune with their ways of law and order? For feth's sake he even fought for them in a fight against the Alliance. A different alliance, he was reminded gently. This Galactic Alliance was different, he was assured.

Far more willing to see the Galaxy the way it was.

And who else was better to represent the people of the Tion Cluster to the Galactic Alliance than a Santhe or a Sienar? Perhaps one of his cousins? No, they were all far too busy and didn't you divest from the banking business just recently?

They had cornered him. They won the battle.

Now here Alec was, rubbing elbows with Senators, as a fully-fledged ambassador. At least the drinks were good. He only just strolled into the booth with a drink before noticing it wasn't that full yet. Apparently Sienar was early. This was... not ideal. You always should strive to be one of the last people in the room according to Tionese customs.

To walk away now was the epitome of silliness however.

Instead he joined another figure at the bannister. "Ah, you must be a Senat-" That's exactly when Tagge suddenly began to collapse. His eyes widened and quickly he stepped in, doing his best to catch the woman.

"Ma'am, are you okay? Here, it's fizzy drink, but it's cold." Offering to bring the cooled glass to the senator's mouth.

 

[Brama Tagge]

Objective I | Teyr | Kenteryrcky Derby
Auteme | Alec Sienar | OPEN

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The floor never got a chance.

Someone intervened, and in Brama's muddled state the gesture only came from a silhouette and an incoherent voice. Weariness settled into her bones and the heat attacked every inch of her person.

Over the voice, she could hear the worried whines of her two hounds. It was shrill enough to alert her to attention and scramble-grab at whatever was being shoved in her face.

"Ma'am, are you okay? Here, it's fizzy drink, but it's cold."

It was fizzier than it was cold. The bubbles jumped around in her mouth, and only a bit slid down her throat while the other bubbles were coughed out. Her brain rattled around in her overheated skull and Brama had never felt her age as much as in this moment. Even stooping like this made her back ache.

How humiliating.

Forcing her pride before her health, Brama tried to straighten and blink several times over. The worried tones in the box made her a touch grouchy, and it forced a crispness to her assurance:

"Fine, fine dear. I'll be fine."

 

[Alec Sienar]

Brama Tagge

Unless Brama was particularly forceful in her attempt to wrench herself free from his hold, Alec would do his best to keep her right there. Because even he knew that letting an elderly woman get back on her own feet after suffering a heat stroke was a bad idea. "I don't think your world would forgive me, if I just let you stand back up, only to fall back on your face, Senator." He muttered consolingly as he patted her shoulder. "The last thing we need is for the Tionese people to get into a dispute with yours, hm?"

Trying his best to tease her a little and distract away from her fragility.

An old woman like that? Hounds at her heels and clear muscle under his touch? Oh, yeah, this Senator would be prideful. And prideful people were stupid when it got hurt, especially in a health issue.

He'd gently guide her to a seat if she allowed him to.

"What world do you represent, Senator? If I may ask, of course." Once she was situated he'd go over to pour themselves two more drinks. This one cooler and less fizzy, of course. It would be a bit awkward if the second drink that Alec offered would also only be sparingly swallowed.

Then again.

At least it hadn't been whiskey. That would have been worse.

 

[Brama Tagge]

Objective I | Teyr | Kenteryrcky Derby
Auteme | Alec Sienar | OPEN

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By the time they were sitting, and Brama felt reinforced on all sides, her vision was a little less blurred.

Boyce, the needier of the two hounds, whined and plunked his drooly face on her lap. Gido sniffed at Alec's shoes.

With one hand holding an annoyingly bubbly beverage, and the other resting between Boyce's ears, Brama eased into the seat. She dare not look around. The more eyes she saw on her, the more embarrassed she'd be.

Then, she was worried about her hearing. Her heart was still thumping loudly in her ears, and she was unsure how accurate her interpretation of what was being said was. Had this young fellow — the likeness uncannily like her late husband's in his glory days — asked her which planet she represented? Was he unaware of the Tagge legacy? Or company?

"Tepasi, of House Tagge." She responded, trying another sip at the drink. The bubbles buzzed around her aged lips, but she sipped regardless. It was still so damn hot in this booth.

"The Tionese people.." she repeated, half to make sure she'd heard correctly. "They are not a part of The Senate. you must be an ambassador...." She paused, to give opportunity for Mr.-glimpse-back-to-her-youth his real name.

 

[Shar Sieu]

Location: Pyre Folas Racetrack
Objective: Win this thing
Round 3

Winding through Atrisiatown, Shar cursed as he heard blaster fire and the roar of other, more experienced racer soar past him. He tried to push ahead in the straight sections, but he had fallen back, now jockeying with other racers in this tight road. He could see the air brakes failing- he'd deployed them for too long.

Shar could only watch as the other racers inched past him as they exited Atrisiatown. Shar downshifted and change the feed settings: coming up was a set of tight turns ended parallel to, and then over, the canyon. Slow and steady, he thought, as they came out on the last stretch before the canyon. A set of buildings physically separated the road from the canyon, but Shar did not want to chance it, keeping his podracer at a manageable speed as he readjusted the engines: he was going to gun it once they crossed the canyon, hoping to cut past those that had passed him on the last leg.

Spoiler: rolls

Leg 1: 18
Leg 2: 14
Leg 3:

 

[Miel Tevv]

500 REPUBLICA
CORUSCANT
Aerarii Tithe
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"Triakk's blessing," Tevv returned the chancellor's toast with one of his own.

While Tithe spoke of regulation the sullustan tycoon's head bobbed and he uttered a 'heh heh heh' typical of his race. Each of his aides quickly added their voice to an artificial chorus of alien laughter.

"Your concern is touching," he smiled, "Rest assured our Home Guard is well trained to deal with such outlaws."

Miel gestured out the window toward a bustling Coruscant skyline.

"I've heard similar tales of your Core Worlds. Pirates and brigands, indeed. Your energy costs alone must be outrageous. My people's needs are...trivial, by comparison. Tell me Chancellor, what do you know of the water industry?"

Every sullustan's black eyes began to shine with desire at the mere mention of liquid aurodium.

 

[Auteme]

Brama Tagge Alec Sienar ​

Auteme was fashionably late (by her standards) to the small court gathered in the Senator's box. She had no interest in the race; on the one hand she'd never really been into podracing, and on the other she had far more important things to do. With her campaign set to start in the next week, the work had been nonstop. One of her final preparations was here.

She glided in, politely greeting and quickly bypassing the delegates closer to the entrance, searching for-

Nice catch.

Tagge looked ragged in the sun; her military background led her to a rather robust choice of wardrobe, which served no favors in the sweltering heat. As Auteme stepped out of the shade of the entrance, her dress shifted, the cut becoming shorter, the fabric thinner, the color lighter. She approached the Senator and the man who'd caught her.

"Ambassador Alec Sienar," she cut in, catching the last of Tagge's murmurings. Auteme came in like a cool breeze, gently placing a hand on the older Senator's back to impart a touch of the Force's strength to relieve the Senator's sunstroke.

"Really, Brama, you must keep up with our new arrivals." Despite the reputation of Tagge and Tepasi, she'd always seemed a touch allergic to gathering the connections other Senators so desperately sought. Auteme used it as a chance to divert from the embarrassment of suffering from the heat.

She found herself a seat next to Brama, and gave a winning smile to the ambassador. "I'm sorry we haven't properly met before, ambassador. Though, I admit, the sort of people who can keep themselves quiet -- avoid any, ah, embarrassments or scenes -- are quite rare in the Senate, so for that," her head tilted ever so slightly to Brama, "you have my thanks."

Her knowledge of Sienar was limited. Tion was an old world; its politics inscrutable, and not quite as pressing to her, given it was merely an associate to the Alliance. She made sure she was appraised of all the new arrivals to their hallowed halls, so she knew his face. Yet, sitting across from him... something cold seemed at his core.

But perhaps it was just the sun getting to her.

 

[Caoimhe Crannach]

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Location: Pyre Folas raceway
Objective: Win the race
Tags: Spirit of Integrity Hex Dani Stellaris Shar Sieu Davron Feln @Joseph Tarson Jax Thio
Roll:

Spoiler: Roll Image

Equipment:In Bio
Song:

She was moving into leg 3 now. Behind her she heard several blaster bolts ring out as she moved into a turn one came dangerously close to her pod and she dodged the resulting dodge shoved up onto the side of a building, her pod skittering sideways nearly flying out of bounds.

Warning lights flared on her dash as her pod went in a direction it was never meant to go. A quick yank of the control yokes got her back on the course but she lost time. She jammed the accelerator to full hard drifting through each of the turns ahead as she raced to catch up and reach the canyon.

 

[Dani Stellaris]

Post 3

Now that that section of town was over, she had to make her way through to the canyon. Her speeder was purring nicely, mostly since Dani was taking her time through the crowded town. She knew that if she didn't win this race, well, if she ran into a wall, she'd not win any future races either. Avoiding service carts, the managers of the carts, and the shoppers, she had been taking a veering path down the streets.

There had to be an easier way to make money… But it was this, or an honest job. She wasn't about to go back to her last life, where she was working on spending her time fighting some war she didn't even truly believe in. This though, this was a competition, if it was done right, no one was injured. But then again, it was also not just swoop bikes, it was skyhoppers, it was podracers.

This was a blood sport as much as it was anything else.

Existing Atrisiatown she nodded. Good, clear path down to the canyon. More throttle.

Hex
Shar Sieu
Davron Feln
Caoimhe Crannach

 

[Dani Stellaris]

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