On Your Mark! - SJO Dominion of the Cyrillia Hex

[Lucent Echo]

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Welcome to the Macross Grand Prix! A [SIZE=11.5pt]long-standing[/SIZE] tradition and exciting event where speed and chaos go hand in hand. Pilot and airspeeder cutting through the track as one. The rules are very simple and totally “safe”. First, you must have an airspeeder of your own design, you may have sponsorship from a company or a wealthy investor. Each speeder has a string of different stats, please divide the points accordingly - each stat has a use that will help you along the track.

You are allowed to [SIZE=11.5pt]ram[/SIZE] and try and throw other racers off, you will obtain special unique items along the way to help you win the race. Each leg of the race along with combat will be decided by dice rolls. Each dice roll sequence will be posted when everything is resolved for the round.

Good luck!

((Special thanks to [member="Charlie Nooran"] for the intro and fleshing out the dice roll system. She'll be handling the dicerolls and DMing, so you can all focus on the writing.))

OOC Information:

Spoiler

Airspeeder Template

Racer: Can be a PC or NPC
Sponsor: Company / Investors
Airspeeder name: The name of your craft
Power: Strength
Speed: How fast you gonna go
Maneuverability: Hazard modifier
Shields: Defense
20 points to spread over stats however you like.

Each hazard lasts the entire race. They cannot be repaired or fixed so they continue to stack. You risk a hazard roll when:

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  A low movement roll (1-3)
  
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  A high movement roll (12)
  
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  Being attacked by an opponent
  

Although, upon completing a lap (if you do :3) you are allowed 1 roll of a d6, roll a 4 or higher and you may remove one of your hazards. There are no rerolls.

*** Effects of the [SIZE=11pt]Phobis[/SIZE] Bomb on User cannot be removed
**You only obtain an “item” by having a movement roll land on a [SIZE=11pt]non[/SIZE] hazard roll number. You can only have one item at a time and the item expires after 2 rounds. So plan your moves accordingly!

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In the wake of the collapse of the CSA, local Jump pirateshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Jump_pirates calling themselves the "Mud Devils" have taken advantage of the ensuing chaos to seize control of a large Hyperbaride mining complex seized from local government control. Previously, they would simply hijack outgoing shuttles right as they neared the [SIZE=11pt]topcloud[/SIZE] layer where deadly energy storms often rage, but the lack of the security has emboldened them to finally take over the whole operation.

Hyperbarides[SIZE=11pt] are part of a class of extremely rare elements critical for [/SIZE]turbolaser production and some other high-energy applications, making them incredibly valuable. Already, the pirates have made a small fortune off the illegal sales, one of their largest buyers being the Thalian Hegemony, busy building up their war machine.

Without the means to take on the powerful pirate group, several Mibanite municipalities have requested the aid of the SJO and ISAF to help them remove the Mud Devils and help regain control of the mining complex with minimal damage

A turbulent atmosphere, low visibility, and a high signal interference created by [SIZE=11pt]the constant[/SIZE] planetary energy storms make large-scale deployments difficult, so the SJO and allies will instead have to rely on smaller strike teams to take the mining complex on the ground with very limited air coverage.

The opposition is fierce, the Mud Devils having already operated on Mimban for years now. They know the [SIZE=11pt]terrain[/SIZE] and are quite skilled with the use of rocket packs and personal electronic masking systems for ambush tactics. Biots are used quite liberally for perimeter defense, small and large Fire Breathershttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Fire_Breather being most common. Finally, expect traps like repulsor mines and claymores all through the jungle leading into the mining complex.

((Characters should start by establishing a landing zone, then gradually move through the jungle and work their way to the mining complex. Feel free to NPC opposition, and I may toss some wrenches here and there.))

 

[Allyson Locke]

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[SIZE=18pt]The Macross Grand Prix[/SIZE]​

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A pair of Bri’ahls took the seats in a small skybox above the large race track before them. While they told a joke to each other their laughter would show their large sharp teeth. Large eyes without irises would blink, and their pink skin would only grow redder as the sun shined brightly. One waved his thick three fingered hand to the stage hand to help lower the blinds to keep their skin from roasting. Headphones would cover their funnel-shaped ears and then a countdown would flash before their eyes.

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“HELLO RACE FANS!” The larger of the pair would chime in with the smooth sounding voice of a typical race announcer. It seemed so unlike the man to have that velvety of a voice, but hey, this was radio.

“My name is Ron Bronsen and this is my partner Harry Twoman – we’re here today to bring all the action from the MGP! We have a beautiful turn out to day with some fresh faces joining the fray – can they come out on top and beat some of our local boys?”

The smaller of the pair, Harry chimed in. “I don’t know Ron, but it’s going to be quite the doozy. A few things for those newly tuning in to our lovely time-tested race, first – what have you been doing with your life?! Man! You’ve been missing out!” Laughter from the pair would sound through the mics and then Harry would continue, “Secondly, the Macross Grand Prix first started with Servo-O-Droid, to promote its magical line of droids especially the ones you see down on the track, pit droids. They sponsored the MGP to highlight the amazing technology that they had at their fingertips.” Ron who seemed to be the head of the pair chimed in.

“Racers would be sponsored or build their own air speeders and rocket their way through all sorts of zany tracks made by the master minds at at Servio-O-Droids. You could get anything from breathtaking vistas, glittering skyscrapers, to the snowy peaks. Today most of our racers are backed by corporate sponsors who will all get announced as we talk about the race.” Harry nodded and then finished up the introduction.

“Racers will be not only battling their way by speed, they will be competing against each other with random drops and random hazards. They not only need to be fast, but they need to be cunning and sometimes cut throat.” The two would laugh again, Harry would continue.

“Each racer has signed a liability slip, releasing Servio-O-Droid from any death or dismemberment – so with that let’s see who has decided to put their hat in to try and be the next MGP Winner – brought to you by Servio-O-Droid for all your droid and service needs!”

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[Ravenfire]

LOADING HUD.............
HUD ON
CHECKING ARMOUR AND WEAPONS................
ARMOUR - UAI-1 Combat Armor.........COMBAT READY
WEAPONS - Ranger's SMG......READY
SSG-003- Ranger's Shotgun.......READY
SAR-004- Ranger's Assault Rifle........READY
BFG-014- Ranger's heavy Plasma Projector........READY
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Drop pod Released......
Good Luck

Several Drop pods would land near the forest. The occupations job was to clear the area as a landing zone for more troops to come in. Hopefully not be drop pods. Amarchri's drop pods locks burst open as he had his shotgun up keeping an eye on things. The others had managed to land safely. Perhaps a small miracle they had. Amarchri's HUD told him he was at least 200 meters away from the designated landing zone.

He called out to his men on the radio {"All right boys and girls welcome to mimban. Keep your weapons close and eyes up. We know they have fire breathers hence the heavy weapons. The landing zone is a small trek from here. Once we secure it reinforcements will be able to land. Till then you are the only people we have, so don't go dying on me."} He would have his shotgun raised as they began moving towards to LZ. Time to play the janitor, He thought to himself.

[member="Lucent Echo"]

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]

Wu had come here to work on it, she had brought Akari with her on a mission to see how the girl could preform under a situation. She was young... younger then Wu would have preferred but that could also mean she was open to learning andwell this was a chance to see a race a grand prix race... from the stands she was looking at it and wondered if Sasori had such a speeder or swoop designed for a situation like this. "Here we go Akari the best seats we can get." She said it and had two booster seats... it was awesome to be a jedi master but she was short and got some of the food. Popcorn, hot dogs, sugary drinks for them and there was other things.. anything she could think of including bacon wrapped deep fried space twinkies filled with rich and fluffy cream. "Hmmm indulge, your mother might want to kill me for this but there is few chances to really well indulge in this food."

 

[Kiso]

Equipment: Hekler'Kok R-1 (Assault Rifle-1), Ranger SMG SES, Bantha Modular Load Bearing System+Massiff Blast Armor (Visial Referance), HH-15http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/HH-15_projectile_launcher​

Allied Pepes: [member="Amarchri Cryo"]​

Objective: 2​

Post: 1​

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So, this was her first main deployment hu, though carrying her General rank over from the Acnient Eye and being placed as an honorary admiral among the Silver Spacey on the ground and in the rangers she was only a Lieutenant. Though Jyoti had offered the higher rank in truth she only was awarded such rank in the Ancient eye due to lack of experienced officers, it was a more 'out of need' promotion then an actual earned one. Either way this was something she could get behind, ground combat was her specialty, be it armored corps, infantry and in all kind of environments, the familiar rush of the drop pod being released washing over the cybernetic officer. ​

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What felt like eternity soon landed as the capital like constructs landed on the ground, the doors blowing off as the eye patch wearing ranger disembarked, bionic eyes scanning the surrounding, several other pods landing nearby. Soon radio chatter came through all the comms, that new ranger from umbra Amarchi or whatever giving a small sit rep, nice to have someone else familiar with this type of atmosphere. "This is Kiso, my squads landed a click out from yours, well triangulate of the landing some position, approaching from the northern side, keep guard up and good hunting". ​

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Tunring the comlink off she turned to her squad, communicating with a few hand sighs, each ranger giving a small nod at the troop started to move out through the muddy forest, Kiso taking point.​

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

[member="Wu Yeoh"]

When Wu said her younger sister was now her new Padawan Sukai was very very surpied, upon calling her mother only receaving a shurg and the words, Wu is good at a lot of things along with stuff about the first order. So here she was, sitting next to her baby sister, master Wu, a small sweat drop running down her face she she watched the younger sibling gorging a heap of food. "Thwak you Wuwy, mummy never lets me do this, I am glad she trusts you to take care of me, also I am gwad you could come along Oneechan". "ehh no problem, it is nice to see you again... just please don't get a stomach ache". The small ball of cutness looked p with a strange look, "but mummy said us vam-" "ah shhshh never mind never mind ehee ahahhahaa". 'Oh force she is going to be a handful, mother, what have you done to me'.

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

Wu looked at Akari and spoke as she smiled getting a little closer and checking her out. "You are most welcome, now come on lets." She said it and brought out a few of the candy coated popcorn pieces. "Different flavors." The smile was on her face before she was checking it out and looking at Sukai offering her a smile. Announcing it to her... well revealing that she was well training Akari.... more that she and her mother were well talking and hanging out enough to come up with such a plan. It could be strange to explain when she looked at Sukai who seemed to be nervous offering her a grin. "Oh Sukai come on now.. this is fun. How many times do you get to hang out with your family? I don't get to with mine she went back home and disappeared." She was also looking at Sukai to see her before wrapping an arm around Akari. "padawan your mother is a great friend and if she trusts me this much then it is good. I'll try to earn it up, don't want to upset her and your father they are both lovely people."

 

[Dunames Lopez]

Location: Cyrillia
Objective: Macross Grand Prix

To the eyes of the First Order's podracing scene, Dunames is a has-been, or a cup-of-caf (in a podracing context, it is typically associated with pilots whose good fortunes are punctual and otherwise accrue lots of bad luck in races) although it was frequent these days for podraces to be called off because either too few racers were left or the track conditions have become too dangerous for allowing the race to continue even though there were enough racers left. But, in the Polydroxol's eyes, airspeeder racing was not different enough from podracing for there to be much of a learning curve. But no podraces had random drops, only random hazards; the addition of random drops ought to make things more interesting somewhat, and yet she knew it was different depending on whether one was piloting or one was in the stands. For the time being, her general-purpose droid assistant, Merrily, was in the pit stop, standing ready to perform some emergency repairs if necessary. And thus Dunames was busy launching the pre-race sequence, along with Merrily, which stood ready to vacate the starting grid a few seconds before the race started.

Spoiler: Airspeeder

Racer: Dunames Lopez
Sponsor: Star Tours
Airspeeder name: Damotite Comet
Power: 3
Speed: 6
Maneuverability: 8
Shields: 2

 

[Crocell]

Racer: Ivory Stroud
Sponsor: BWE, Inc
Airspeeder name: "Howler"

Power: 3
Speed: 6
Maneuverability: 7
Shields: 4

Ivory Stroud carefully watched as the pit-crew wheeled her powerful airspeeder onto the track. The vehicle had cost a small fortune to manufacture, and was state of the art - designed for speed and manueverability with a decent defenses and low offense. The grey/silver craft was an unusual shape with blue bands around areas of it's chasis; a homage to the Company which had financed the build. There was room enough only for one racer, and the inside of the craft was cramped but comfortable. Fire suppression systems, an ejection module, and other small goodies had been included, taking up space but preparing the airspeeder for the trial ahead.

The raven-haired woman was dressed in a black leather jumpsuit which hugged her curves exquisitely - her hair, curly and wild, ran down her back like a waterfall of shadow, but it would be tucked up inside her helmet at the race's outset. Knee-high boots gave her a boost in height as well as gave her an intimidating, dominating air - a wolfish grin settled onto luscious lips as she shouted at one of the mechanics for failing to bring his toolbox.

It was a perfect day for a race, and the femme-fatale was ready to tackle any challenge. She paced around her craft, inspecting every inch of it, absolutely sure that everything was ready...

Then, she mounted the craft and gave a wave to the crowd.

 

[Rick Kaloo]

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OBJECTIVE: Win the race, test new legs​

Competitors: [member="Dunames Lopez"], [member="Ivory Stroud"]

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Ever since Rick's revelations on Umbara, he had been looking for a way to explain his late Force sensitivity. ​

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Hopefully, the thrill of podracing would bring it out. Even in his years serving with the Galactic Alliance, Rick Kaloo had never been in a podracing arena before. He knew the rules of the game, the rewards for victory and the punishment for failure. To simplify affairs, Rick decided to have his sponsor be his own company, Ne-Cal Military Engineering. His "speeder" was at its core a BJ-1 Interceptor that had been cut horizontally, making an open cockpit and flat top. The two laser cannons had been removed for obvious reasons. The missile racks were spared just in case, but were left empty. Additionally, the hyperdrive had been removed, as well as the rudder, allowing the speeder to only float a few meters above the ground instead of flying into space. However, the engines had been kept fully intact, very powerful and capable of dramatic acceleration.

Inside the cockpit, Rick wiped sweat off his face as the crowd grew. He was strapped in firmly, secured by two reinforced seat belts. He wore a hardhat helmet and airtight goggles, ensuring that he would neither get a concussion nor lose his vision to the sand. As the announcers began their rambling, Rick turned on his rear engines, the air heating up as they slowly roared to life behind him.

Rick's bionic feet were working fine, protected from the elements by their outer casing and built strong enough to prevent most other issues from occurring. Rick twisted his artificial knees, ensuring that they were as flexible as he intended them to be. He then moved both of his metal feet forward, each one connecting with an engine control. As soon as the event began, Rick would push on the left pad, sending his speeder flying forward.

After that, only the Force knew what would happen.

Spoiler: Rick's Speeder

Racer: Rick Kaloo
Sponsor: Ne-Cal Military Engineering
Airspeder Name: Kaloo
Power: 2
Speed: 9
Maneuverability: 6
Shields: 2

 

[Iakchi]

Objective: 2


This is where the fun begins.

Iakchi's drop pod landed without issue, something he was thankful for. He hated the tight space of them, or at least how his size made them feel ridiculously small. Thankfully unlike most of the rangers they were deploying with he didn't need to carry much equipment with him aside from his lightsaber and some smaller gadgets for various issues.

Word came through comms that the advance group had already landed, and before long, Iakchi's own pod hit the ground with a dull thud, shaking the Wookiee inside. The doohickey that kept it closed opened up, the name of it fleeting his mind momentarily as he stepped out onto the muddy surface of Mimban.

I should have brought the anti-clumping spray, he thought as he immediately felt it clumping up around his ankles. It felt gross.

"Saka, have you landed yet?" he asked into his comms, which were connected to his padawan [member="Saka Amara"] wherever she was. "When you do, watch your footing. This mud will suck you right in."

He'd wait for her to land before seeking out the rangers.


[member="Kiso"] | [member="Amarchri Cryo"]

 

[Kaili Brand]

Objective: Survive WIN the MPG.​

Competition: [member='Rick Kaloo'],[member='Ivory Stroud'],[member='Dunames Lopez']​

Interacting with: [member='Ivory Stroud']​

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Spoiler: Kaili's Speeder

Racer: Kaili Brand​

Sponsor: POWER RAGE, Embrace the Darkside of the THIRST, A subsidiary of Prime-U Foods.​

Name: The BFC​

Power: 6​

Speed: 6​

Maneuverability: 5​

Shields: 3​

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Kaili had only wanted to look at the speeders when he had sneaked into the stadiums pit area. He normally wasn't much of a gear head, but these speeders were marvels. Super conductive wires (most of which probably cost more credits than he'd ever seen in his life), high power custom repulsor lift units (of a similar price point he'd wager) and engines the size of a bantha's...well, everything! It had been too much of an opportunity to pass up, he might have been able to spirit away a few parts if he had been lucky.

If being the oppressively past tense operative term there. He had been caught, repulsor lift in hand, by a...weirdly hyper-active Rodian in a suit warbling at him in Rodese way too quickly for Kaili to even understand a fifth of it. Before he had time to try and explain himself, the Rodian had grabbed him and dragged him away, shoving a sheet of paper in his hand which Kaili approximately zero seconds to read before signing (largely at the behest of the Rodians wild gestures and light-speed speech).

It was only now that he was in the cockpit of the galaxys most offensively green speeder that he had any clue what was going on. The Rodian, in his suger high wisdom, had mistaken him for the pilot, and now if he didn't want to face any consequences to his attempted (petty) theft he'd have to play along.

"I can do this...no problem." He mumbled to himself as the pit crew pulled his speeder along a grey-blue one, a dark haired woman standing on it and waving with a confidence he wished he could fake. Awkwardly, he returned the wave with a four fingered hand, shooting the apparently friendly competitor an uneasy smile before a thought dawned on him. "...she's waving at the crowd you idiot..." he thinks, before gently slamming his face down on the controls to hide his embarrassment.

So maybe he was wrong about the whole 'no problem' thing.

 

[Aubrey King]

Before taking leave, Aubrey had received quite an interesting offer from some companies back home. They wanted the starfighter pilot to race for them in some airspeeder circuit called the Macross Grand Prix as part of a promotional stunt. The Kiribian had no formal experience racing, but her dogfighting skills transferred quite well.

Now it was about dodging roadblocks instead of laser bolts and missiles.

Easy peasy.

A few days of some sims and practice laps, then she was good to go.

Near the appointed time for the race, Aubrey rolled in to take her place. Looking out through her tinted visor, she could see that there were plenty of mean machines on the track, looking more like tanks than speeders - brawlers. By contract, her sleek chromed speeder was more of a pure racer, meant to duck and weave through the opposition.

That was the plan, anyway. Just like in combat, live races tended to go much differently than in the sims.

Spoiler

Racer: Aubrey King
Sponsor: Kiribian Systems Armory, Luna Corporation
Airspeeder name: Razorback
Power: 1
Speed: 8
Maneuverability: 7
Shields: 4

[member="Kaili Brand"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Ivory Stroud"] [member="Dunames Lopez"] [member="Wu Yeoh"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Mimban
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Amarchri"] | [member="Cryo"] | [member="Kiso"] [member="Iakchi"]


Gir felt his head bobble around as a gust of wind rocked their drop pod, recently scavenged by the Directorate from an old Imperial wreck on the edges of known space. Besides him, Ariela jostled around with the turbulence, seemingly far more content with it than her cover really should have allowed. The pod's other occupants, members of the Directorate 1st Ranger Regiment, appeared to be equally unconcerned with the rough flight. A synapse in Gir's mind triggered. Perhaps she's trying to blend in with them? The admiral and his aide were practically identical to the Directorate troopers, wearing the same armor and wielding the same weapons.

"Boss?"

Gir turned his helmeted head to a buck sergeant that went by the name of 'Greeny' , "This is a business trip for you?"

Gir hesitated, "Something like that. It never hurts to have an alternative supplier for something like hyperbarides. Sure, you can always use synthetics, bu then you have to deal with the toxic waste and disposing of it-"

The pod suddenly shuddered hard as it impact on the muddy ground. Gir felt the craft's ancient inertial compensators pull him back towards the center of the pod, but as the pod rolled around on the mudflats, the center of gravity constantly shifted. Thank the maker for something as simple as restraints...A few stomach-wrenching seconds later, the pod came to a halt. The man let the real combat troops exit first, knowing both that they were better prepared for any surprises outside and simultaneously were more expendable, particularly the squad's recon drone. Gir cautiously clambered out of the hatch before launching himself onto the ground. Both of his feet slid on landing, but he didn't fall, keeping his dignity intact. He readied his blaster rifle to the low-ready and cautiously looked around as the Rangers dispersed to take up hasty defensive positions in case of an enemy attack. He quickly followed their lead and took cover behind a rotting tree stump to pull security. Ariela fell down next to him and turned her attention to a portable scanner that she carried in her hands.

"I don't see anything yet," murmured the replicant as she fiddled with its knobs.

"Wait on the drone," advised Greeny, "it's making a sweep of the nearby area. Hopefully it'll spot some of the others landing around here. We can link up with them then, if the Boss here is okay with that..."

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

"Ooooh popcorn, gime gime gime" Akari wailed at Wu, grasping at the small pieces, eating one at a time like a small animal feasting on nuts of some other small food object, Sukai just sighing once more. It was hard to understand that Akari had a nice childhood, and to be honest she should enjoy while possible, "if you get your clothes dirt I am not cleaning it up, perhaps that is one of the first things Wu can teach you". "actually come to think of that, master, will you be using the 'you know what' with Akari"? A nightmare for her, but fort he small hungry girl a heavenly experience, seemed eveyone in her family reacted differently to the secret training aid. "Acutally Akari, have you ever meet your older sister Kiso? she is here two, I know the both of you have never really med before, may be a nice thing to do while you are here". "Oh I have another sister, yaaay".

[member="Wu Yeoh"]

 

[Wu Yeoh-Mei]

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

Wu looked at Akari eating and she gave her some more. "Alright, but don't go getting sick. your sister is right... we can't let her clean it up.... without it being some sort of training session to help her learn a new skill." She grinned evily but held the girl close to look at and pat Sukai on the shoulder. long hair going to the side. "Maybe but she is a slightly different case, we will work on it... I'll come up with something new." She was looking at her and the mention of Kiso who was involved in the race itself well brought a grin to the Jin jedi masters face. "Yes you have another sister she is racing and we are here to support her... and sample the food... mostly sample the food but if she wins then we can tell your mother all about it when next I visit her and your father."

Wu was looking at the races and the racers themselves as she could feel them in the force and clapped eating a hot dog, the bun covered with condiments and heese. THere was even the drink in her other hand before the jedi master stretched out looking at other parts of the race. To see the other speeders, to see the racers, to see the specticle before she held Akari closer so she could see it. "Oh look I think that is Kiso and maybe if we look hard enough we'll see the mysterious Dusaro." She said it and before Akari could say she didn't see anyone the jedi grinned tapping a finger to her nose. "Exactly, he isn't here, he has rarely if ever been seen or heard from. I suspect she secretly has him locked away in some secret bunker that no one can find it."

 

[Will Westender]

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Post #1​

Objective: Place a bet and watch the race​

Attn: [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Dunames Lopez"] | [member="Ivory Stroud"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Kaili Brand"] | [member="Aubrey King"]​

Equipment: 300 Credits​

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• Cyrillia
  The Pits

The day's event had drawn a large crowd, which was no wonder, as the reputation of the prestigious Macross Grand Prix was well known throughout the galaxy. Aside from the talented racers and enthusiastic fans, the competition also drew in a somewhat seedier element, which contributed to the widespread success of the lucrative business of gambling.

Some of the more resourceful enthusiasts of the ancient and noble sport of placing bets on other sportsmen's performance, had managed to talk or bribe their way into the back stage, getting the chance to personally observe the racers and their speeders, thus increasing their chances of picking the right racer to bet on. Hopefully.

One of these lucky few was a certain young nobleman who had recently enrolled into the Silver Jedi Order as a padawan, although his presence at the event was in no official capacity and he wondered more than once if his master would condone the activity he was taking part in.

He still had a lot of adjusting to do and in the end, he decided that a bit of harmless fun couldn't possibly cause any harm. Unfortunately, he did not have a lot of money to spare, so he could not place a very large bet, but making money was not the purpose of this trip, anyway, as he was more interested in the thrill of the event, though he would certainly not turn away any prizes if he won them.

As he was here on his personal time, he decided to forgo his padawan robes in favor of his aristocratic attire, complete with the red coat that earned him the nickname of the Red Baron, which several fellow padawans had given him. Given the early stages of his training, it was probably better to not flaunt his position within the Jedi, anyway.

Taking care to avoid getting in anyone's way, he walked from speeder to speeder as he tried to take in every detail and judge the racers' worth based on his rather limited knowledge about ships and vehicles and so far, he had not yet decided on a competitor.

 

[Ravenfire]

ALLIES: [member="Kiso"] , [member="Iakchi"] , [member="Gir Quee"] LOCATIONS STILL TRIANGULATING
EQUIPMENT: UAI-1 Combat Armor, Ranger's SMG, Ranger's Shotgun, Ranger's Assault Rifle, Ranger's heavy Plasma Projector ALL STILL COMBAT READY.

Amarchri was moving his squad forward when he received radio contact from another group who had touched down on the surface. "Copy that Kiso. Be careful we have word more squads have been deployed. Make sure you identify friend from foe. Good luck see you in ten." He would then switch it off chancing upon another drop pod. He saw a Wookie Jedi.

He would nod to the Jedi. Knowing him from one of the few times he had gone on patrol around the silver rest. "Knight Iakchi good to see you, where is your Padawan? Have they not touched down yet or do we need to secure the landing zone before they will come down?" The Rangers would be making sure they are still safe so they were able to move once they were assured everyone had landed safety.

As a probe droid came into view as well. One of the trigger happy rangers almost shot it down before Amarchri stopped them. "One of ours besides if it were the enemies destroying it would have told them where we were." He waved at the drone so the people would see rangers weren't far away. He hoped Kiso would get here soon. They would need everyone to take the planned LZ.

 

[Melanie Yoo]

Objective 1: Macross Grand Prix, Cyrillia

Melanie Yoo was seated in the stands, reasonably close to the action. Seated next to her was her assistant, Elise Song. The two Seoulian women had their eyes on datapads rather than the action developing on the track. This wasn't just recreation for them, it was also business.

Pointing a finger at the sleek speeder, Melanie sent Elise a crafty smile.

“KSA's best, wouldn't you know.” She said, feeling quite confident in the craft.

“And the racer?” Elise asked, scanning her datapad. “[member="Aubrey King"]?”

Melanie gave a small nod, though she had not met the young pilot in person, she'd heard good things. A young hotshot fighter pilot, just the sort she wanted behind the wheel of the airspeeder that her company was sponsoring.

“I have a good feeling about this.” Melanie said, fixing Elise in a sidelong glance. “It's a chance for us to get Luna Corp's name out there and, you know, maybe have some fun while doing so.”

 

[Allyson Locke]

Objective 1 – MGP

“AND THEY’RE OFF!!!” Harry had opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed like Ron wanted to be the one to make the huge announcement. The racers were moving quickly about and now were neck and neck. Ron grabbed his mic and howled with excitement. “IT LOOKS LIKE SOME ARE PULLING AWAY FROM THE PACK!”

[member="Dunames Lopez"]
Movement: Roll 5 – Speed 7 = 2 = 1 space
Hazard Roll – Roll 4 – 8 = 4 Lose control – 1 to speed!

Harry jumped up and grabbed the mic from Ron, “Oh noes! Looks like First Order’s Pod Race supreme Dunames Lopez seems to have moved, but her speeder seems not like the way the track is set up! Either way, she’ll be able to hopefully get that under control after the first lap!

[member="Ivory Stroud"]
Movement: Roll 3 – Speed 6 = 3 = 1 space
Hazard Roll – Roll 4 – 7 = 3 Lose control -1 to maneuverability!

Ron tutted as he noticed Ivory who was neck and neck with Dunames fall into the same issue with her speeder as well. The man’s voice echoed over the speaker, “It seems Ms. Stroud is also falling victim to the track! Good thing here at MGP we don’t’ care if its dangerous! THE RACE CONTINUES!”

[member="Rick Kaloo"]
Movement: Roll 4 – Speed 9 = 5 = 2 spaces
Item: Roll 1 = Phobis Bomb* - Please check Chart for Effects

“Oh man! I heard this guy has some new legs!” Harry exclaimed loudly, Ron turned to him and nodded. “Rick Kaloo an amazing fleet commander and obviously a great airspeed racer has pulled slightly ahead of our lovely ladies. He also has picked up the infamous Phobis bomb! Wonder if we’ll get to see it in play!”

[member="Kaili Brand"]
Movement: Roll 3 – Speed 6 = 3 = 1 space
Hazard: Roll 4 – 5 = 1 – Feeling tired? -1 to power!

“Kaili Brand a new kid to the scene seems to have possibly stayed up way too late staring at his speeder!” Harry cried out as he watched the flashy green speeder creep up with Ivory and Dunames. “He needs to drink some of his sponsor’s product!”

[member="Aubrey King"]
Movement: Roll 4 – Speed 8 = 4 = 2 spaces
Item: Roll 4 = Cacophanizer Shell* See chart for effects

“The sleekest speeder on the block here moves forward and joins Fleet Commander Extraordinaire Rick, for the lead!” Ron cheered as the item fell for Aubrey. “Oh Harry it looks like Ms. King has picked up the best item – the one we love so much. The Cacophanizer shell!” Both men giggled with glee and continued to watch the race.

In the distance there was a rumble, the racers would feel it and the two men announcing would squeal with glee. Nothing showed its face just yet letting the two racers who were in the lead feel comfortable for the time being.

Results: Rick and Aubrey are currently in the lead by one space, Ivory, Dunames, and Kaili are tied for second place. Please adjust your Racers to show your lost/gained stats but putting the change in parenthesis – thank you!