Dominion [NEO] Galactic Games of Euceron | Trial of the Beasts

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Plains, Euceron​

| Objective | Participate in the Games​

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Careena snapped the reigns with one hand as she kept her blaster pistol steady with the other, raising it up to fire off shots at the incoming Borgles. Her varactyl screeched as it reared up and raised its clawed arm up to swipe at an incoming Borgle, exposing Careena to another one approaching her from behind that attempted to snatch her off her mount. The distant and familiar sound of a sniper firing off in the background, her head turning immediately as she heard her would be assailant get blasted out of the air. Instinct and experience directed her attention to the direction the shot came from based off the way the Borgle was sent crashing into the dirt, spotting the glint of a sniper's scope in the distance. A faint smile formed beneath her helmet; she couldn't see her benefactor, but she knew who it was nonetheless. Through Keir'las Fett 's scope they would see their alor giving a nod in their exact direction before she returned her gaze back to the race at hand, her varactyl surging ahead of Ninurta Slaabur'r .​

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Careena now found herself on the plains of Euceron as she holstered her pistol, now free of the Borgle swarm that attempted to make her their dinner. The open plains made for an ideal place to make up for any wasted time; it also made for an ideal spot to get shot at as there was little cover. Her suspicions were confirmed as she heard the distant cracks of rifles firing off in the distance, plumes of dirt getting kicked up as distant slavers attempted to knock her off her mount. Her rangefinder lowered as she scanned the distance. Taking note of where she was getting shot from, she was able to maneuver her mount slightly to avoid getting hit as she gauged the distance and time it took for the bolt to reach her position. All was going well up until her varactyl suddenly let out a reverberating screech and reared up on its hind legs, seeming confused and frenzied due to Ninurta's pheromones affecting the beast.​

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Her mount spun as it screeched, racing off in the opposite direction as Careena pulled roughly on her reigns to get control back. The varactyl in its panicked state was unresponsive to her commands as she pulled back to try and bring it to heel, "Come on girl." She muttered under her breath as it continued to sprint off. She roughly pulled the reigns to one side, forcefully guiding the direction of the varactyl to turn back to the right track once it cleared the area that Ninurta had affected with pheromones. She leaned forward and patted the varactyl's neck now that she had regained control, comforting her beast as it squawked and scrambled to get itself back in the race, surging ahead to catch up.​

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[Leg 1] 13​

[Leg 2] 18 [Thanks to Keir'las]​

[Leg 3] 2 [Due to Ninurta]​

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Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Ninurta Slaabur'r​

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

As Ninurta raced toward the capital, the roar of the crowd fueled his determination, but his sharp eyes caught the shimmer of the ray shield rising in the distance, a calculated betrayal by Euceron's ruling elite. With a fierce growl, he spurred his Varactyl forward, flooding the creature's mind with overwhelming pheromones, pushing it beyond its natural limits. The beast responded, galloping with wild, desperate speed over 220 mph, talons tearing into the ground as it strained to close the gap. But the shield rose too quickly.

Despite its master's iron will, the Varactyl's heart gave out under the brutal strain, collapsing mid-stride with a guttural cry. Ninurta was vaulted off, the momentum sending him hurtling and skimming off the dirt below and toward the shimmering barrier. He slammed into the ray shield with brutal force, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs and leaving him stunned. His armor absorbed some of the blow, but not enough—the physical trauma was undeniable. As he lay on the ground, the sounds of the dying Varactyl's labored breath echoed behind him, the beast succumbing to the impossible demands of the race.

This meant disqualification.

In pain and with labored breath he could feel the anger boil within him and he knew for the first time in a long time, that he was emotionally compromised from the turn of events. A rare occurrence for his species and culture that honed their emotions and discipline to insane degrees.

As Ninurta lay dazed on the ground, a swarm of holo-cameras and sleek, hovering droids descended around him, capturing every brutal moment of his fall in vivid detail. Their lenses zoomed in on his crumpled form, broadcasting the scene across Euceron's massive display screens and live feeds. The very crowds that had once cheered the spectacle of the race now jeered at the sight of the defeated beastmaster.

Holo-streams across the planet lit up with taunts and curses. His name was spat out with venom by spectators and commentators alike, mocking his failure. "Some great warrior you are!! HAH!!." one announcer proclaimed, his voice dripping with contempt. Others chimed in, calling him a relic of a dead past, unworthy of challenging Euceron's technological might. The boos from the crowds were deafening, echoing through the streets as the cameras hovered mercilessly, refusing to turn away from the fallen Mandalorian who had helped arrange the very event now turning against him.

" This shame is my own." He muttered to himself and clenched his fist. " You karking Schutta! Im going to burn this city to the ground!" He shouted at the news droids and swatted at them violently. Even going to the lengths of spraying the sky with plasma in attempt to obliviate them.


Leg 1: 10
Leg 2: 6
Leg 3: 7
Leg 4: 1
TOTAL: 24

Tags: Hakon Fett Careena Fett Sig Dryggo Carduul Akahl

 

[Carduul Akahl]

For a brief moment, he almost let doubt claim him - dangling precariously on the side of the beast, the sniper fire had finally lowered down in its volume. Fists clenched, and with a sharp breath in, he would heave himself back up again. Against gravity, against the panicked momentum of his Varactyl, Carduul managed to right himself upon the saddle, harshly grasping reigns as the breath was let out in a sigh of relief.

“Hah-ha!” Came a short, jubilant laugh, surprising even himself. Perhaps it was simply the high-strung emotions of brushing so close to death, mere inches away from having his faceplate scraping against the ground until he snapped his neck. Nonetheless, he was now more determined than ever to finish this race on a high note. He adjusted his grip on the reigns, and with a loud crack, he urged the beast to increase their speed in proper form - firmly keeping it on course. “Almost there, beast, just a bit more…”

Without the odd position, he was moving even faster than before. The cheers in the distance became audible as the crowd watched on, very quickly regaining the distance he lost.

One more swerve, and then he was on the final stretch. The capital. All seemed well in hand - at least, until he noticed the tell-tale hue of a shield beginning to form from the sides of the gate.

He was not deterred, for he had come too far to simply give up at the last moment. Leaning forwards, his boots pressed against the side of the beast one more time.

A jetpack, or leap off his mount wasn’t the first thing to come to Carduul’s mind. Instead, the Varactyl, as if it understood the rider’s intent, took the initiative and made one final bound forth.

The barrier closed shut.

The crowd roared around him.

He made it.

Breathing heavily, the Rally Master dismounted. Taking a moment to collect himself, he patted the beast on the side, as his gaze wandered to the jubilant crowd that deafened the stands with their cheers. “Well done…well done, indeed.” Standing lone was Hakon Fett , clad in armor that gleamed in the sunlight, having narrowly passed Sig Dryggo . Seemed he took the victory, today - he was far too focused on crossing the barrier in time to notice him briefly soaring above.

For how long it had been, he was quite content with this result. It was a Mandalorian victory today, all the same. Even he could not deny - this was quite an enjoyable event to participate in. Maybe he’d try it again another time…

Leg 1: 10
Leg 2: 13
Leg 3: 5
Leg 4: 17
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Total: 45

Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Careena Fett​

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Plains, Euceron​

| Objective | Participate in the Games​

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The varactyl screeched as it sped across the ground now that it was caught up to the other racers that managed to make it to the last stretch of the race. Careena urged her mount forward as she snapped on its reins, leaning forward to make herself as aerodynamic as possible. Euceron's capital city and its finish line were just on the horizon. They were in the final moments of the race as she found herself beside her fellow Crusaders, neck and neck with one another. Her gaze fixated on the finish line up ahead, she barely had enough time to see the ray shield coming down. She leaned forward as she whispered softly under her breath as if to speak to her varactyl despite the roar of the crowds and screeches from the other mounts.​

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<"Just get us there girl.">​

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Seemingly motivated by the gesture and emotion her varactyl screeched loudly before it began to move with renewed vigor, sensing the end as well. As the last handful of racers moved, Careena's gaze watched Ninurta Slaabur'r surge ahead of the others at unnatural speeds before watching his mount suddenly collapse and with it his chances of finishing the race. Her attention snapped back forward as she found herself passing by Carduul Akahl and now neck and neck with Sig Dryggo and Hakon Fett as they fast approached the finish.​

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It was close, with Careena finishing and tieing for second place as Hakon managed to just break ahead of the group and take first. She smiled from beneath her helmet as she crossed the finish line, pulling back on the reins as her varactyl skidded to a halt. She may not have won, but her clan claiming victory made her all the more proud. The varactyl reared up before resting back down on the ground, panting heavily as she reached forward and rubbed its neck. She rode and circled the other racers as she offered a nod of approval and appreciation for their efforts, speaking her praises to her comrades,​

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<"Well done brothers, you do your clans and our people proud. And you Hakon, I congratulate on your hard earned victory. May you continue to bring victories to our clan and people.">​

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Despite the obstacles and setbacks they encountered, both she and her varactyl had endured to the end. A testament to the will and spirit of Mandalorians.​

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[Leg 1] 13​

[Leg 2] 18 [Thanks to Keir'las]​

[Leg 3] 2 [Due to Ninurta]​

[Leg 4] 13​

[Total] 46​

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Hakon Fett | Sig Dryggo | Ninurta Slaabur'r​