Now This Is Podracing!

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

"And people say I can't be convincing and diplomatic," Siobhan said sardonically. Well, there had been no property damage, no amputations or real bodily harm. She followed @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] and Trant out to the back of the shop, where he presented them with a magnificient piece of pod. After all, three quarters of it were still connected together, though the damage one of the engines had taken was unfortunate. In other words, it was close to looking like a piece of crap. That said Siobhan had a habit of wrecking speeders she drove during combat engagements.

"Good to know you're motivate!" She did not comment on the technical matters, just gave Trant somewhat menacing looks and flexed the fingers of her droid hand a bit. It seemed to encourage him to work harder. Maybe with the help of Jak the piece of pod could be turned into something functional.

"We've done crazier things. Took on a dragon, a terentatek, a giant worm, jumped on a gunship. We'll rock this pod racing contest as well," she said calmy to Tegaea while Trant went to work and got his tools to fix up the pod. Admittedly this was very easy for Siobhan to say! After all, unlike Allaina she wouldn't be risking her life. "Right, Allaina?"

 

[Qae Shena]

Allaina was examining the pod with the rest, her face almost literally dropping when she saw the condition it was in. She, unlike Siobhan, did not have faith. After all, this was her life, right? She only had one and sutff.

"Jak, I swear, if you don't fix this, my death is going to be on your hands," the pilot muttered soto voce slowly, trying to comprehend the damage that this pod had suffered. Yes, they had done crazier things. Allaina had not done any of them, however, and now she was about to be an official Crazy Redheaded Omega Pyre Person. Her hands fell on her hips.

"Why do I suddenly get a real bad feeling about this?"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Siobhan gave Allaina what she thought was an encouraging look, though it was probably only encouraging in the ex-Jedi's imagination. "You'll be very helpful and fix up, right, Trant?" she asked, whereupon the poor Dug nodded eagerly, though whether him tinkering with the pod was such a good idea was another question. Yeah, she's right. It is a piece of crap, she admitted to herself.

"I'd offer to stealthily sneak in and sabotage the competition before the race starts," she offered helpfully.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Cira"]

Sarge was in the hold of a gunship, grumbling to himself about hating lesbians when he realized... he wasn't being nagged. Beneath his helmet his brows furrowed and he walked to the ramp to stick his head out...

...only to catch Ayden looking annoyed and a bit worse for the wear.

Wonder if its about that time...

"Everything's ready in here, boss, we can leave wherever."

He looked around again for a few moments.

"Where's the Queen?"

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

"Except your idea of stealth involves using only one thermal detonator rather than two," Tegaea pointed out to Siobhan tartly. "Welcome to Omega, Ms Mare. We make the impossible happen each day. You'll be pleased to know that your funeral is covered our insurance plan," she added grimly.

"Get to work fixing it. Race is tomorrow, remember."

 

[Qae Shena]

"If my funeral is because I die in a pod race, I'm going to haunt every single one of you for the rest of forever. Jax. Make this thing sing better than the Coruscant Opera and I might just survive past tomorrow night."

Allaina ran a hand through her hair, her exasperation and frustration now exceedingly obvious. "Let's not make more enemies right now than we need to," she said carefully. "Killing off the racers won't generate the goodwill we came here for. Let's just focus all our energies on building this pod and we'll have to win the old fashioned way. Someone pass me a hydrospanner and let's get to it."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Admittedly Siobhan's "helpful" suggestion had not been entirely serious. She was unsubtle and simple in her methods, but that dense to go out and kill the competitors, though Tegs' point was valid. She shot Tegaea a slightly petulant look, but shut her mouth and went to work, getting a hydrospanner and some other tools from Trant's workshop and started helping with fixing the pod.

"I'll keep any would-be attackers of your back during the race. We'll get this thing on track." While not a big mechanic, she did maintenance work on her speeders, so she could be of some use. Besides, it gave her something to do beyond glaring menacingly at Trant, who was so kind and helpful to provide them with drinks free of charge. He was such a wonderful chap.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Cira"]

Jorus Q. Merrill, pilot of all things, infochant and Warden of the Sky, slouched beside the mystery package with a Mandalorian shell gun over his shoulder.

"Wish I was racing," he said. "Seriously, I do. I love podracing, and I ain't bad at it, human or not. Feth, I could take this gunship's engines, slap on a power coupling and a chair...that is, if you wouldn't mind sacrificing your gunship." He scratched his temple with the edge of the double-barreled shotgun's beskar muzzle. "Once you're all done with it, anyway. Having two racers in play couldn't hurt, and that Mare may be able to out-fly me with a starfighter, but podracing is anyone's game. All I'd need would be ten pit droids and the entrance fee.

"Or I could just stick with y'all and shoot things when necessary. Your call, boss."

 

[Cira]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

It didn't take long for Cira to show. Mahogany lights danced under the halo of the sun, in her hands a small data pad that held vital information for the deal that was to transpire while the pod-racing went through. She was dressed far more casually this time. Instead of the usual spidersilk armor, she wore tan breeches, a lighter beige shirt, and a what appeared to be a well worn trenchcoat that had seen better days. Her hair had been thickly braided into a thick auburn plait from the crown of her head throughout it's very length, tied with a gold clip at the end.

"Everyone ready?" she asked, those uptilted golden eyes surveying the trio in front of her.

 

[Ayden Cater]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Cira"], @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]


Ayden shrugged and picked his hat up from off a crate and set it on his head, adjusted the rim of it, and fell in line beside the Prex as they began to walk towards their objective. While the others were going to have their happy-fun-sunshine time, Ayden could only assume if Cira was willingly bringing himself and Sarge along that whatever they were going to be doing would be less than pleasant.

The gravity made him wince and sigh in effort ever so quietly and subtly. He did his best not to let it show, but while one and a half times normal gravity didn't seem like a big deal on paper, he had suddenly put on more than fifty kilos in the span of a few minutes. It definitely made things awkward for those not walking around in powered armor or other similar bracing gear. "So you gonna clue us in on the plan here, Cira, or are you content to lead us on blind?"

 

[Qae Shena]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] @[member="Jak Sandrow"]

"As long as I'm alive, Siobhan, then it's alright with me," she said with a grin. "Just make sure I know nothing about it and be home for dinner, young lady."

Working on starships wasn't quite the same as working on pods. In fact, it was probably the most different thing ever; engine couplings were big and heavy for such small pieces due to their density. And that was before gravity. This was hard, heavy, dirty work, crawling aorund gines, wiping grease off parts, adding more rease to parts, hooking up engine nacelles.

This was her element.

She kept herself busy with the basic maintenance, but she couldn't tweak it. That had to be someone else.

 

[Cira]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Ayden Cater"]

The added gravity sure didn't help matters. But at the very least, being half Shi'ido had it's perks. As they walked, Cira handed the datapad over to Ayden, still looking ahead.

"Malastare was once the prime area for one good resource," she explained. "Fuel." dusty dustdevils funneled through the area, "Bando Gora slavers took much of the production, one of the Dug crimelords using Bando Gora slaves to mine the fuel."

"They said there used to be a revolt some long while ago, not exactly sure. But at the very least, it would be good to see if we can get some sort of in on the Fueling rights. Last I heard... some Hutt had taken over..."

 

[Vora Kaar]

When Zero was told that he would be looking for a Rodian. He knew Exactly what to do. with his orders he left the ship walking to where he would find the creature for some credits. With a smug he left going to the Palace to find Pazza.

Plaza in front of the Palace.
Zero had been looking for this Rodian on his own for a sum of time. Everyone moved out of his way as expected. He carried a long slender sword on his back and to pistols under his armpits. all around his belt were daggers ranging in all different sizes and shapes. a few were colored brown or black with a blue and a red one here. He looked like a walking weapons vendor. Zero may have looked hot in his Black suit that covered every inch of his body. In reality he wasn't. he was focused on the Job at hand.

he looked around to find the Rodian. Pazza was moving from the Palace to a store front where he was looking at some merchandise. Zero slowly stood up and walked towards the alien and noticed that he pocketed a ring of some sort. It looked to him that the man was what Tegaea talking about. A man who steals from everyone he meets. he smiled and grabbed the rodian and put him in an arm lock. With his face hitting the table in front of him embedding some jewels in his face.

The Rodian yelled at him as Zero took the ring out and placed it on the table and saying to the shopkeeper. "Ring is yours, For Rodian Is MINE." With a snister tone. The shopkeeper nodded and took the ring while Zero literally carried the Alien to the nearest alley. Where he dropped him on the ground and said "Omega wants Money. Hand over the money or you will lose your own." When the rodian stopped rubbing his shoulder he spit on the ground at Zero's feet.

With one swift move he drew the Blue sword from his back and chopped of the first index finger of the left hand making blood squirt onto the ground. the rodian howled in pain and said in his own tongue something Zero shook his head and said one word. "Basic" The rodian finally spoke in Galactic basic. "I dont have the Credits." he sounded wimpy and jitterish. Zero lifted his blade again to strike the hand off of the rodian when he sputtered up "OKAY OKAY ILL GET YOU THE MONEY!" Zero threw the Credit ship at the Rodian so he would have something to put the Credits on.

Zero was walking back to where Tegaea might be to give her the Credits that were needed. he made sure that the Rodian payed in full. The first time that the Rodian said it was done when there was not a single Credit transferred. long story short the Rodian Pazza didn't have a left hand anymore. He walked up to @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] with the Credit chip in hand. He walked up with out saying a word. and heard about the up coming race. He didn't salute or anything formal. Zero was never formal he just stretched his hand forward with the credits and waited to ether be relived or given another task.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

@[member="Cira"] @[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

For once Sarge had no sarcastic remark about this mission, nor any witticisms about how easy it would be. Hell, he didn't even tell Cira she looked quite perky considering the extra gravity. Then again if he could grow wings on a whim he imagined some gravity wouldn't bother him.

Besides, extra weight on a woman? Not always bad.

Grumbling to himself, the man disappears into the ship. "Let's just get going."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Allaina Mare"], @[member="Jak Sandrow"]

"Sure, you won't see a thing. And I promise to be back for dinner before it gets dark and not to jump into speeders with strangers who offer me candy," Siobhan said sarcastically. She'd beat them up, then requisition the candy and the speeders!

With no there for her to intimidate, not even old buddies from Nar Shaddaa showing up for old times' sake despite the influx of visitors from said planet, she kept herself busy by helping Allaina with basic maintenance.

Carrying out basic repairs on a speeder seemed easier by comparison, but Siobhan was not the sort to shirk from hard or dirty work, discarding her leather jacket on a nearby table, getting to work with a hydrospanner and with wiping off grease, levitating some spare parts and engine couplings to the pod to expedite the implementation process.

Needless to say she was the not one to tweak it, that was beyond her expertise.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Cira"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

"Oh, yeah, worst thing you can do when you put down on Malastare is fill up the tank. Ya never know what the dial's gonna read. Fuel's like religion around here -- everyone disagrees and everyone's right."

Jorus followed the crew, playing rear guard with his shell gun. The weapon was loaded with one fireball round and one nonlethal, but his bandolier held, well, pretty much everything he might need.

 

[Ayden Cater]

@[member="Cira"], @[member="Sarge Potteiger"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"]


"Oh good. And here I thought our mission was going to be easy," Ayden spoke sarcastically, showing signs of getting back to his usual temperment. "That's like saying we only have to trick a Toydarian, or detangle a Wookie. If the Hutts have moved in, they won't make things easy for us. They're not about to just give up their territory and profit so easily." He found a seat in the transport and settled into it, glad to be off his feet for the time being. "So are we going to go with the Ewok and Dug route, or are we simply going to shoot until someone gives us what we want?"

 

[Cira]

@[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Well that was a new one, Cira mused as one perfectly manicured auburn brow rose at the normally obnoxiously vocal Sarge. Something's not quite right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was there.

"Hmm," came the faint hum as she mulled over it. Hearing Ayden's voice, she drew her attention from Sage and focused on the bearded Force Master instead.

"We'll do the Ewok and Dug show... then go from there." Without another word, she sat on one of the transports seats, the back of her hand sliding over her brow to wipe away beads of sweat.

Curiosity came to her as she settled her golden gaze upon one Warden of the Sky, "Jorus Merrill is it?" she asked. He was new to the company, and hadn't quite made his introductions to the Prex yet.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Cira"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Ayden Cater"]

Jorus tossed a laconical salute with the end of his Mandalorian shell gun. The gesture harkened back to the old days, running regime change ops all over the Gordian Reach. "That's me, ma'am," he said. "I fly things. Pretty decent infobroker, too, once upon a time. Had a spiced-up source tell me you were Clawdite once -- that was mildly hilarious."

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

@[member="Cira"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Ayden Cater"]

Sarge, sitting in the drop seat right next to the ramp, cocked his head to the side as Jorus spoke. "Dude... queen can fly. Literally. She can grow wings." 100% fact.

"I never thought I'd live to see a Valkyrie .. namely because I imagined that when they came they'd come to spirit me away. No pun intended."

He made some gestures to get them to, ya know, get on board. "May as well get going sooner rather than later."