Kaili Brand
Questionable Hobo Tactics Specalist
Objective: Survive WIN the MPG.
Kaili flinched as the blue-grey speeder flung forward, now thankfully out of his reach. He hoped the poor driver hadn't taken that little scrape to heart. Swallowing his nerves, he looked around at the nearest problems. A fat blob like speeder had joined him and the sleeker speeder (The Dolphin Comet he thinks its name was?) in third position. Slowly he inched his speeder behind the Comet, drafting behind it so he could wait to over take it at the next turn if possible.
A muffled explosion rung in his ears as someone farther up the track fired something off, followed by a blurred pink abomination (almost as garish as his green if he were being honest) falling behind the three of them. "Was...that the champ?" He asked dumbly, sparing a second to look back, his eyes catching the sight of the aforementioned ugly blob of a speeder barreling towards him and the Comet. Looking for all the galaxy like the worlds fastest wrecking ball. "WHO EVEN DRIVES SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN A RACE?!" He yelled in between cursing a blue streak, suddenly grateful there was no microphone in the cockpit as far as he knew. The thing looked better suited to loading cargo than racing.
Competition: [member='Rick Kaloo'],[member='Ivory Stroud'],[member='Dunames Lopez'], [member='Cai Kal Rus']
Racer: Kaili Brand
Sponsor: POWER RAGE, Embrace the Darkside of the THIRST, A subsidiary of Prime-U Foods.
Name: The BFC
Power: 5(6-1)
Speed: 6
Maneuverability: 5
Shields: 3
Kaili flinched as the blue-grey speeder flung forward, now thankfully out of his reach. He hoped the poor driver hadn't taken that little scrape to heart. Swallowing his nerves, he looked around at the nearest problems. A fat blob like speeder had joined him and the sleeker speeder (The Dolphin Comet he thinks its name was?) in third position. Slowly he inched his speeder behind the Comet, drafting behind it so he could wait to over take it at the next turn if possible.
A muffled explosion rung in his ears as someone farther up the track fired something off, followed by a blurred pink abomination (almost as garish as his green if he were being honest) falling behind the three of them. "Was...that the champ?" He asked dumbly, sparing a second to look back, his eyes catching the sight of the aforementioned ugly blob of a speeder barreling towards him and the Comet. Looking for all the galaxy like the worlds fastest wrecking ball. "WHO EVEN DRIVES SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN A RACE?!" He yelled in between cursing a blue streak, suddenly grateful there was no microphone in the cockpit as far as he knew. The thing looked better suited to loading cargo than racing.