Phun and Games [OS Dominion of Phu]

[Mythos]

Objective: Race. Win.
Allies: The White Racer.
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Location: The track
3/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqhkBHc1ark

In the lead the white racer was not in the desirable spot, the ion engines had overheated and when the pod slammed down and boosted full speed ahead of the pack Mythos pulled back on the thruster and watched the display indicate the lowering of the heated engines. Mythos used the very power of the force grunting with the effort to get his racer back into control and soon had it speeding off only loosing slight momentum as he was passed by the previous leading racer.

Mythos adjusted his ion alignment and ignited his back up thrusters as soon as the overheat flares had dissipated and the power of the back up thruster pushed him back into the seat with the power of a force push. He slowly pushed the lever forward as the speedometer went insane once again and the overheat of the afterburners started flaring up yet he popped the inter-coolers and engaged a sustainable top speed.

It wasn't long before he was in the lead once again and blasting off even faster than before. Mythos pushed the white racer to it's limit and then managed to keep it there and control it.He used both his technological knowledge and his force powers to keep from smashing into obstacles as he banked hard left,shifted gears and drifted off hitting stride again. The lights of the track whizzed past his helm at an obscene speed and a slight nudge against anything the size of a jawa would send the white racer into a ball of flame instantly. Top Speed Engaged.

His eyes locked on to the first lap, three more to go and now he had a nice lead of several racers length yet the adrenaline and the rush enticed him as he stomped down on the accelerator thrusters and felt the G-force crush him as the force fought against the strain of the effort. He let the force guide him, still using his display to his advantage but trusting his instincts more than anything else. The White Racers' Mystery had begun.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: Money
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Opponents: Xenophobia
Post: 4/20

He nearly scoffed, but covered it up with a sip of his bubbly champagne. Smiling, leaned over and rested his weight on the arm chair. "The Adasca BioMedical Corporation of Arkania." He stopped, wondering why he felt like he had seen her before. He wasn't often one to note others faces, but hers. It lingered. "We deal in mostly medical equipment, bioengineering needs, and whatever cloning desires one may have." He paused again, realizing something. "You probably haven't heard of us because we've remained relatively enclosed in Republic Space. Arkania and Taris mostly, and we've focused largely on lobbying for deregulation of cloning practices. But it is an old corporation, dating back to the Sith Civil wars. But we have had our ups and downs nonetheless."

He looked back towards the screen. Yep, still losing, by the assumption that this phuii was still winning. "But since the Republic has become a dying breed, we constructed a moving headquarters and have expanded outwards. Where the cloning is needed, we go." He tilted his head to the side, just slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Posts: [4/20]

Gaining access of Walka’s podracer would be more difficult than Dietrich had originally expected, it was going to take quite a bit of work and unfortunately, the same applied to Lord Mythos’s podracer. The race would possibly be near completion before Dietrich could successfully hack either one due to the software installed. Dietrich had to change his plan, slicing the vehicles was not going to do much in helping him win. Dietrich had to take a different approach.

Tapping away on his DataPad, hacked several droids near the two opposing racer’s vicinity. Hacking droids was a muscle memory to Dietrich as it was something he had done often. Once he had access, Dietrich commanded the few droids he had successfully sliced to open fire on the two approaching podracers.

This race was going to be more troublesome than Dietrich had expected. Firing up his thrusters, Dietrich worked to close the distance.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Objective: Win.
Allies: Custom Kitevge Pod
Opponents: @Tmoxin Temi || @Lord Mythos || [member="Dietrich Klein"] ||
Gear: Casual Attire + Mandalorian Helmet & (x2) S7 Straight Shot

Post: 2/20

Kyber thought this race wasn't going to be too hard, all he needed to do was beat the Morpho Racer and he was set. Boy was he wrong. As the race began Kyber gave himself a gradual start, not wanting to bust his engines out before they had a chance to heat up. Other Racers had a different idea. A White pod blasted out in front right away along with Shar's, and the guy who tried to intimidate Kyber earlier on was back towards him. Kyber didn't like making a show of himself, so he stayed towards the middle of the pack, just in front of the guy who shot at him before. Was it to piss him off? Maybe, we may never know.

As the first lap came to a close Kyber decided it was time to let his baby loose. He shifted gears on his Kitevge Pod and slowly started to gain more speed, inching closer and closer to the lead of the pack. As he continued to get faster and faster the intervals at which he hit the clutch became shorter and shorter and his reaction time was put to its limit. The dial was almost completely sustained in the red as he hit his second to last gear, which popped open a small switch on the left handlebar next to his thumb. He was right there, he could taste the leaders fumes as he rode his tailpipe. Kyber made sure he was directly behind the leader, getting as much draft as possible from the high speed. The speed that these pods had achieved were beyond any normal human's reaction time and now the racers had to rely on instinct and pure luck to get by. Well, at least Kyber did. It was pure luck that his engine was still stable at this point, the trade-off of no armor for stability doing its job perfectly, but Kyber wasn't in this for second place.

Right as his Pod's meter hit the red he flipped the switch on his handlebar, struck the clutch, and changed gears. He pressed hard on the pedal. Safety off. Back up burners activated. Fuel Injection working overtime. With more of a blur than reality the Kitevge swerved around out of the leader's draft giving it a momentary speed boost. That coupled with his overdrive slingshotted him right next to the 'White Racer'. Kyber could tell this guy was a serious contender and that he would not be easy to pass, but without even a glance to his right to view the racer he kept on pushing his pod to the limit. It's not like there was anything he could do anyway. These were the kind of speeds that if you even tried to get a blaster bolt off the thing would be 50 meters behind you before it traveled the distance it needed to hit the target.

So, with (hopefully) luck on his side Kyber laid down on his pod and kept on gaining speed, trying his best to overtake this 'White Racer', which would be no easy task. Not to mention that his own racer had to hold together with all the strain he was putting it through. Luckily, Kyber did have one last trick up his sleeve.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] Dietrich Klein [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Post: 6/20

The white racer took the lead. This was not good for the reigning champion, Walka. And then as she rounded a sharp bend, her pod came under sudden blaster fire. But with careful maneuvering and years of practice in the seat of this very pod, she was able to avoid any direct hits. Still the indirect route now caused her to fall into last place, much to the crowd's dismay. Growling and hitting her thrusters with all she had, Walka eventually caught up to the three other pods in the race. Banking sharply to the right, she crashed into [member="Dietrich Klein"]'s pod, attempting to take him out of the race.

Meanwhile in the VIP booth, Tmoxin's face changed dramatically once Mr. Adasca mentioned he had a biomedical company. She nodded, listening politely and then said, "My name is Tmoxin Temi. I am the owner of Morpho Pharmaceuticals on Kamino and Morpho Sports Complex. I have some other business interests as well, but they are irrelevant to why I'm here. I was recently trying to acquire Kamino Klones owned by a Kaminoan named Tus Mar. Have you heard of them?"

With her headquarters on Kamino, Tmoxin knew of most of the cloning facilities, but due to its location and association with the Rebublic, Adsaca Biomedical Corp had indeed escaped her notice.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: Money
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Opponents: Xenophobia
Post: 5/20

He didn't know who this white racer was but they had to be prettier than the phuii. He just couldn't accept that something might be uglier than this Walka. Assuming she looked anything like the normal Phuii, seeing as though he hadn't gotten much of a look beyond the googles and short stature, he was sure that his odds were improving. He had to admit, this pod racing was a good form of entertainment between the pauses and changes in tone.

"Tmoxin Temi. Lovely name." He said almost flatly, as if she would already know that. Of course she would know that, it was her name after all, and she seemed the sort to pick up on that type of thing. Taking a sip of champagne, he pushed his head back a bit, keeping his body in place, as he made a subtle duh gesture to the question. "I've never crossed paths with the individual, but the name gets passed around the cloning circles." Had he ever heard of him? He couldn't recall, but the it sounded familiar. Of course, he was well versed in the kamino cloning process. "I must say, I've had the time to compare the goods of multiple cloning vendors. And the Kamino technique, simply top notch. Longevity of clones, full and immersive training, and every bit as good as the original: they have very few quality competitors for what is provided. Of course, Adascorp can boast such a competition. Both technologies, though, put the Spaarti cloning technique to shame. Simply no art or finess to McClones popped out like rabbits." He didn't like complimenting a competitor. But credit was due. In the same vein, he loved to spit anger about the Spaarti technology.

He raised his eyebrow, in thought. "So were you interested in acquiring the company for any particular reason, such as cloning? Or was it purely for the profit?"

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

[SIZE=12pt]A gift to go to the races. He knew how much she enjoyed competition and sports that required skill and intellect. Racing required physical endurance, forward thinking, and the overall courage to push the throttle when others would hold back. She loved it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Sitting high above the pod track Ren sat looking down at the racers her heart stopped for a brief moment. Watching the racers and knowing the things that oculd happen during such events was difficult knowing that he was out there, the cross between horrible fear, and overwhelming love for the man currently being called the “mystery racer”. She had to giggle to herself at this what would they do if they knew it was him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her gaze stayed on the screen in her lap, even as she peeked down to the track. She jumped up when she saw him make a move, “COME ON!!!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Would anyone notice the tiny blonde as she shouted at the top of her lungs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt][member="Lord Mythos"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]@Anyone[/SIZE]

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Race. Win.
Allies: The White Racer.
opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Location: The track.
4/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHzrO6OSCbg
So far so good in a sense, he was in the lead but he still needed to keep it. There was bend coming up just after they passed the starting line and the first lap signaled to have come to a close. The ion engines did not let the blast roar of the crowd reach Mythos' ears as he slowly let the thruster fall back letting his opponent over pass him to the right giving Mythos the ability to hug the corner of the bend and over pass him in the next stretch.

The amazing speed of the podracer was impossible for any human mind to possibly have the ability to react to, yet Mythos cheated in a sense, because he had the power of the force. As the racer over-passed Mythos he saw the opening banking left and igniting the turbo boosters while hugging the curve and then by pure instinct letting the force guide him to re-align the white racer for the next stretch and come out of the bend at top speed.

The maneuver would grant him the lead swiftly after loosing it yet here was a contingency he did not count on, droids blasting at his pod in the middle of the race. There was no time to think about how or why the droids opened fire but like flying a starfighter in the middle of a large battlefield instinct and the force was the singular source of survival.

He punched the white racer full throttle directly into the blaster fire and the droids, after burners roaring and the whining sound of an overheated fuselage screamed in his display and Mythos did the unthinkable...

He shut off his displays and switched control of the racer to full manual standard systems. The seat shifted under him to accommodate the extra levers and switches yet the racer never slowed down and headed directly into a barrage of blasterfire and droids. Mythos stomped down on the clutch pulling hard on his left thruster at the end of the bend, the G-force smashing down upon his body crushing his very limbs as he swung the pod in a beautiful drift that was decorated with plopping blasterfire directly behind it and scorching sparks of metal sliding against the track.

The white racer never lost a beat, after the bend it blasted off. Mythos carefully switched the auxiliary power-couplings in the ion engine and the already scorching hot chassis became a lit in a blue flame that was the overheat from the interior engine blasting outside while the couplings added a secondary afterburner....if the white racer was fast before, it was lightning now.

Mythos fought against the G-force just to be able to control the white racer, his focus was split when he was forced to use the power of the force to be able to move in his seat. Realizing this speed was unsustainable and uncontrollable he shut off the power couplings as behind him the other competitors were not too far behind and the nearest rival wasn't that far at all.... in fact, Mythos had no idea where the other racers had gone, was he still in first place? It did not mater...

Only Speed Mattered Here.

 

[Leilani Paaie]

Objective: Shopping / Gambling
Allies: ?
Enemies: ?
1/10

Leilani was watching the pod race from the comfort of a bar inside a casino as she casually placed her bet on [member="Tmoxin Temi"] to win, and upon black as the wheel before her spun. The Zeltron paid attention to everyone within her sphere of influence a gentle shake of her hair, the shift of her body and slowly pheremones filled the air. She had something in mind that perhaps would not be very sporting of her.

She could see the rosie colored cheeks of the man before her. He being closest would be affected first. She smiled. "Let it ride"

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Serena Bouie"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Posts: [5/20]

“Karking hell!” Dietrich yelled when he realized he forgot to turn on the shield generator as Walka crashed into him. Fortunately, his podracer only sustained superficial damage as there was nothing else for his podracer for him to crash into.

Dietrich’s podracer maintained its speed while he recovered from the hit. As much as Dietrich didn’t trust technology he was relieved to know that it was reliable when used correctly. Once he had fully recovered, Dietrich fired a few shots at Walka with his lasers before he turned his shield generator on.

Lord Mythos replaced Walka as his number one priority the moment he took the lead. Dietrich tapped on his DataPad, accessing and gaining control of an amateur’s podracer then had it cut across the track in an attempt to crash into Lord Mythos’ White Racer. With Lord Mythos dealt with for the time being, Dietrich hacked a small airborne battle droid to chase after and fly around Walka.

The mini droid was only capable of dealing light damage to podracers , however, shooting down Walka’s podracer down was not his goal. His goal was to annoy her, to break her concentration. While the droid did not deal out much damage due to its size, at the same time, due to its size, it was difficult to hit. The mini droid was to be like a fly dancing around Walka’s podracer.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: C – Enslave the Phuii
Location: Outside a Phuii village
Allies: N/A
Enemies: Phuii
Post: [1/20] (6 in total so far)

The night had come, it was time. Konrad had his men storm into the homes of the sleeping Phuii and beat each one into submission. The village filled with the screams of its villagers, not understanding what was happening. Once every Phuii was beaten half to death, they were then dragged out of their homes and thrown a cage. There separate cages for each gender and even a smaller one for children.

Konrad smiled as he watched his new toys loaded into his ship. One can never have too many slaves.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=1/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: None

Melori skulked through the canyons like a stealthy prowler. Her senses stretched before her, making her aware of every insect, plant and flower, every small creature that cowered in its burrow or fled as she approached. This world, its bountiful lower life forms, had never seen the likes of the her, and she fed upon the fear that her presence garnered. She was still too far away to get an accurate feeling, but she imagined that her true prey were experiencing the same kind of fear as the fur-covered burrowers and the small leaf-eaters. That fear would grow as she got closer, and she would draw strength from their dread.

She would relish it.

She kept a steady pace. She didn't worry that she would misstep or stumble. Such were the concerns of lesser beings. Stealth fell away like a tattered cloak, a serpent's skin. She envisioned her prey shuddering under thick blankets of fear.

She wore black robes. Nothing special, just standard Sith issue and he wore the robes as a symbol of her faith in the Dark-side of the Force. At her side, clipped to her belt, hung the lightsabers that he had used to kill more than a hundred foes. The weapon, cleansed in blood and used as an instrument of the Dark-side, was an extension of her. She was the weapon, not the blades.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"] (for when you return)
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Post: 7/20

Walka grunted as her pod made contact with Dietrich Klein's, but she didn't get the results she wanted. He shot a few bolts in her direction, which didn't do very much damage, but then "MRRANNSHHHH" went his shield generator. This threw the Phuii into a spin. Skocha! she cursed as her pod whirled into an embankment and then promptly exploded into a fireball. The Super Phun Racing droids suddenly emerged out of nowhwere to extract Walka from her pod and drag her to safety. As the Phuii native lay on a stretcher with second degree burns, she cursed her fate - what an embarrassment she was to species and to Ms. Temi! The Hapan lady didn't seem very charitable. Would she help pay her medical bills and still sponsor Walka as the cherished Morpho racer? The funny-looking red-haired woman owned a medical company after all.

While Walka was slathered in burn ointment, cursing her fate, Tmoxin Temi listened to Akatan's assessment of his competiton. He was correct about Kamino. There was really no planet that had the market so cornered in cloning technology and output. The Hapan executive had read research findings that said clones produced on Kamino had a longer lifespan and were 80% more resistant to most of the galaxy's most crippling diseases. "I'm interesting in acquiring Kamino Klones for both of those reasons, Mr. Adasca. I own a pharmaceutical and bio-technology firm. Clones would benefit my operations in a variety of ways. Labor, test subjects, security... not to mention-"

Tmoxin stopped suddenly, her gaze caught on the monitor where she noticed Walka's distinct Phuiin-designed pod was no more than a giant yellow sphere of flame. Bloody hell, she cursed mentally. Her prized racer appeared to be out of the race for good... hopefully not dead as well, but out of the race. A tight-lipped frown marred her features momentarily, but she recovered her poise as she glanced back at Akatan. "You win some and you lose some," she said, taking a much larger swig of champagne this time.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Objective: Win.
Allies: Custom Kitevge Pod
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] || [member="Lord Mythos"] || @Dietrich Klein ||
Gear: Casual Attire + Mandalorian Helmet & (x2) S7 Straight Shot

Post: 3/20

Kyber let a smirk slowly crack into existence on his face. He didn't think racing would be this much fun. Or maybe it wasn't the race that brought him so much joy, but for once the actual challenge to all of his being all at one time. His sight, hearing, touch, and most importantly his reaction time were pushed past their limits for the first time in a long time. The rush was exhilarating, terrifying, and maniacal all at once. This was no ordinary race that put him on edge, it was this Mysterious Racer that gave him this feeling. So what better way to return the favor then to beat him with all Kyber had?

Kyber had just witnessed the White Racer pull ahead again as they just finished their second lap, halfway done with the Race and the standings were not as Kyber wanted them. He came into this race wanting to have fun, but now he wanted to Win. So, Kyber dropped the clutch and changed to just a gear lower, lettting his engine rev as he pushed down on the pedal but didn't allow it to shift. His speed was gaining slowly, slower than Kyber anticipated but the range of error was allowable. What wasn't allowable was the shaking of his engines that finally began. It started as a low hum, but as he kept trailing the leader about halfway through the second lap the rattling was unbearable to the point where any further it might have caused damage.
...
It was time.

Kyber slammed on the clutch, shifted to the top gear and slammed back down on the pedal, all the pent up frustration of the engine was allowed sweet relief for a brief yet undeniable moment of pure unadulterated acceleraton. As his exhaust spit flames Kyber's pod almost flipped over on itself at the momentary burst of speed that caused Kyber to hold on for dear life to his handlebars, his feet being pressed hard against their metal rests. The White Racer was merely a blur as Kyber came up next to him once again. This time though, he wasn't backing down. He let his Kitevge loose and he wasn't reeling her in now. With all of his might he kept his foot down on that pedal. There was no chance in hell he was letting up until this race was finished. Without even glancing back Kyber just overpassed the White Racer on the straight-away, his initial burst of supersonic acceleration gone but his speed was still maintaining itself at the very edge of the speedometer. He wasn't going to lose. He wasn't going to allow himself to lose. This wasn't just a race anymore. It had evolved into so much more.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=2/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: None

Melori would use this weapon to kill the Jedi and her young apprentice. She saw the battle to come in her mind. She would start by testing the two of them together, allowing them to team up against her to reveal the cowardice that typified the Jedi. Then she would break away, give them time to wallow in their fear as they contemplated her greater strength and power. When she struck again, she would kill the apprentice. It wouldn't be a clean, swift kill. She wanted her to experience agony, to intensify her fear. She would call to her Master for help, but she would also realise that help would not reach her in time. When she knew that death had set upon her to feast, she would end her life. Her actions would drive the Jedi crazy with grief and anger. Perhaps she would accept the truth of the Dark-side then, but she had not found that to be the case in the past. The Jedi were stubborn, closed-minded. She would come close to the truth of the Force, but she would back away from the power that might actually give her a fighting chance. And then the Jedi would die as well.

When it was over and her lightsaber's blade was powered down, she would travel back to the One Sith, triumphant and ready to carry on the next phase of her return. The Jedi and her apprentice were simply appetisers before the bountiful feast of darkness to come.

Melori was hungry. She increased her pace, letting the Dark-side flow through her and increase her endurance. She replayed the scene she had imagined as she ran. She was very hungry.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: 2/20[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]His knee was itching again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]That didn’t bode well. Didn’t bode well at all. Samael was wearing [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]beskar'gam[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] - the old style calling back to the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders. The armor which he had received after Moridin’s war to commemorate his deeds. The armor that had left Mandalorian Space with him after the war. The armor that he only wore when it was suicide not to… and walking onto a world which was in the progress of being added to the Sith Empire? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Probably a good occasion as any other.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Jorus stepped to the side; not knowing why. Sam readied his shotgun, also not knowing why. The laser optic system hummed as it came to alive, the red point moving alongside the wall without targeting anything until- [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]there[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Illusion-based stealth was solid for most occasions, but it didn’t make your physical form disappear and so the shimmering of the laser called attention to an opportunity in the moment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sam’s shotgun roared. The Frangawl cultist, thinking he was imperceivable, got caught off guard and the rain of pellets took him straight in the chest. He was sent flying backwards into the wall.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But things were only starting to get interesting - his knee kept on itching.[/SIZE]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Disregard, wrong account.

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Serena Bouie"], [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Posts: [6/20] (7)

Dietrich as he watched Walks’s podracer burst into flames from one of the side cameras connected to one of his DataPads. Dietrich pleased with the outcome began to tap quickly on the on screen keyboard of his DataPad. After a few minutes, Dietrich hacked into a few units of small airbourne combat drones. The drones were the same model as the one he had sent after Walka before her crash.

The lasers these drones were equipped with were enough to lightly scratch his opponents’ podracers but not enough to damage. Dietrich employed the same tactic he had intended to use on Walka on Lord Mythos, Serena Bouie and Kyber Salurra. However, instead of there only being a single drone after each of the racers, there was now a unit after each, circling around them and generally being a nuisance in an effort to break their concentration.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A (Seize the Guo Mines)
Location: Guo Mining Complex (Landing pad)
Posts: [01/20]

It was a large shuttle, one that Buujhan did not recognize. The Guo Mines contracted with only one shipping company, but this freighter didn't bear their emblem. Somehow it had the codes, though, and its permission to land had been granted. Clearly it was supposed to be here, but Buujhan nevertheless felt something was off about it. Probably the fact they seemed to be hesitant about lowering the cargo ramp and that he couldn't see through the viewport. Wasn't that tint illegal on this planet? Buujhan circled the freighter a third time, three-toed feet making a weird pitter-pattering noise as he anxiously paced about. These guys were being weird about receiving their shipment of Carvanium, but maybe if Buujhan had to ferry Carvanium from place to place, he'd be weird about it too.

He muttered something unintelligible and broke off to head over to the intercom. He depressed the button and spoke into it. "Yeah, they're here. Don't recognize the ship, but they're here. Start sending up the trolleys."

"Yoooooou~ got it, pal."

Despite working here for ten years, Buujhan had no idea who the intercom man was. He hated him.

The blast doors leading deeper into the facility hissed as their seals deactivated and then slid open. A couple of his coworkers exited soon after that, pushing a few carts loaded with crates. Just as they started entering, the cargo bays on the freighter started to open up. Well, that was a relief. Buujhan had started thinking they were going to need to be coaxed out. When the freighter's doors slid open, there weren't any other Phuii though- just a lot of droids holding a lot of guns. Someone managed to yell out a warning before shots started getting fired. Stun bolts, thankfully, but Buujhan didn't wait around to see that. Instead, he dived behind a pile of crates before the droids were able to take notice of him.

It was only a few moments before the blaster fire subsided and his colleagues were, presumably, incapacitated. The droids spread out throughout the landing pad and set themselves up, still managing to miss Buujhan was hiding. Buujhan peaked out from behind the crates to see another solitary figure descend from the ramp. A lightsaber was clipped to his waist. Aside from that and his dark clothing, the only distinguishing feature about him was his reflective mask. The man lingered at the edge, looking around suspiciously, then started walking for the doorway that led to the rest of the facility.

"Alright, let's make this quick." Said the man. "You two- stay here and get rid of the one hiding behind the crates. The rest of you, follow me."

Darth Adekos didn't remain long enough to see Buujhan get dragged from his hiding spot and lit up with stun bolts. Nor did he stay to see Buujhan and the other Phuii get slapped into restraints and tossed into a nearby refresher. He wanted to make this as quick and profitable as possible.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Race. Win.
Allies: The White Racer.
Opponents: [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Location: The Track.
5/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2J8UG7ZdcWg
Mythos was too focused in controlling the race to pay attention to Walka's fate, even if he had his focus could not be broken,he would send his personal condolences as well as anonymously pay for her medical insurance. It would all add to the mystery of the racer, wining over hearts and minds as a "good guy". However none of this was on his mind at the moment, on his mind was the racer who was gaining on him and flanking him to his left. Mythos' eyebrow raised inside of his helmet. "Hello Gorgeous"

He hit both throttled hard and shifted gears to final while hitting various switches and banking hard on the next turn seeing him gain even more ground until Mythos could see the racer of Kyber just behind him trough the reflector mirrors. Mythos had done well to shut off the power coupling and ride out moderately because now as his rival came in closer his engines had cooled off as he eased back until this moment.

With a smirk on his lips he punched the turbo afterburners and sped off gaining distance and heat, the systems in manual did not alarm if the overheat so Mythos had no indication of when the racer was overheating, yet the force being his guide smoothed him back from turbo drive second.

They were neck to neck, Kyber's racer entering supersonic speed next to the white racer as they entered the next lap and a swarm of drone droids ready to fire coming directly towards them as they rode on the straight line side by side. The roar of the crowd and the tension was tangible but Mythos could not give in to it, he busted into movement, extending his arm into the main power line yet struggling to keep his eyes on the road. He needed more speed...

The system blasted online as the lightning from his fingertips ignited the internal systems and the racer roared in result. The seat re-aligned back to automatic and the systems came online just in time to catch three blaster bolts to the head canopy that sent transparisteel flying everyone inside the cabin and the blast of air causing a feed back of drag that ripped off the canopy as the racer sped back to the lead furiously from the feed of energy.

Mythos pulled back and settled into the seat laughing to himself as he shifted the left thruster down to take the next bank turn. "Common i know you got something" He said as his eyes shifted from rear-view mirror back to the road, the thrill of the race tempered with the steel of experience and fearlessness. It was more than a race of course, so was everything revolving his life, all or nothing. Success or Death. The speed of both racers near each other yet the speed was too much to gauge the difference, it was a podrace, no podrace took too long, but to the drivers every second was extended to infinity and nothing at the same time.

In the middle of this unique test of skill and the mind he felt [member="Serena Bouie"] in the audience cheering for him, he would be bringing home a win, she knew it, after all, she could kinda see the future.