Phun and Games [OS Dominion of Phu]

[Jorus Merrill]

Location: Caves outside city
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Enemies: TOS
Objective: Rescue and evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Post: 0.25
Sam’s scattergun barked, painfully loud in the enclosed space. Ears ringing, Jorus flinched back, then caught himself and lunged forward by instinct. Taralkaar sank up to the forte in an invisible chest. The masked Frangawl cultist rippled back into view as its dead weight slid off the rapier.

A blade jammed against Jorus’ side, edge refusing to pierce his armorweave undershirt. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. With a grunt, Jorus bit back anger and tried to hang onto something like serenity. He chopped across his body, twisting, and the blade gleamed with hyperlight. Blood spurted out of nowhere.

Stone grated and Jorus darted through the opening, shoulder first. He slammed into something invisible and heard a yelp and snap of bone. But when he went to strike, instinct betrayed him. His blade struck only rock.

“General Merrill, strike me not,” said a breathless but composed Bardottan voice from nowhere. “It is I, Master Hux of the Dagoyan. I have escaped the Frangawl. Your aid is sorely needed. The machine -- they have rebuilt it.”

The shifting slab opened onto a cavernous vista. A row of cages dangled above a stone slide that terminated in a crude, newly-carved statue. Frangawl stood guard around the statue. As Jorus watched, a small figure slid down to the statue from one of the cages.

He’d read Rave’s notes on ritual sites like this. Mass sacrifice, Force Drain, empowerment for the masked cultists and whoever they served. The Fringe had put them down, but the Fringe was gone.

“Sam!” he called back, looking out over the chasm that separated the doorway from the base. There was a winding path, but even at top speed, he’d never make it before that little figure skidded the rest of the way down the rough stone slide. “Sam, I need you to toss me, now!

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Posts: [7/20] (8)

Dietrich's podracer was a couple of meters behind Lord Mythos’ and Kyber Salurra’s but he did not make an attempt to close the distance. It was safer, for now.

Dietrich was disappointed his drones had little effect on Lory Mythos but no matter, he had another trick up his sleeve. Dietrich temporarily disabled his shield generator as he punched in the code to send a drone up to his podracer. He followed this by sending a few units of drones to form a solid wall of in front of him, rapidly approaching Lord Mythos and Kyber. These drones were commanded to not open fire until they were at least half a meter away and to only focus their fire in the middle of each racer. Their onboard lasers may be weak alone, but this was not the case when there were many that concentrated their fire.

While the drones quickly moved into position, Dietrich strapped an EMP grenade on the drone that he had sent up to his podracer. He then proceeded to pull the grenade’s pin then enabled his shield generator again before the drone raced into position, half a meter behind the drone wall. Dietrich fell back a few meters to avoid being caught up in the blast.

Once the wall drones were half a meter behind the two racers, they opened fire on the two racers, concentrating on the middle of the two racers. This continued for a few more seconds before the EMP grenade exploded, sending a blast of electromagnetic signals at Dietrich’s opponents before the drones fell from the sky.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: A (Seize the Guo Mines)
Location: Guo Mining Complex (Main facility)
Posts: [02/20]

"Typically they store the gems and other precious metals on the other side of the facility." Darth Adekos explained to no one in particular, since no one had wanted to come with him. The Sentinel droids that were following him through the facility made for a captive enough stand-in audience for his exposition. "Not that we could get the relevant clearance codes to impersonate one of those vessels. Our intelligence department does have its limitations, apparently."

It had only taken a few minutes since his violent entrance for alarms to start blaring, doors to start locking, and ray shields popping online. These would have normally been tedious obstructions, but the Phuii had hardly accounted for the possibility that Force User that could switch off any electronic device on a whim to show up. Magnetized doors abruptly unsealed and ray shields momentarily vanished when Adekos stepped within a foot of them. The security team was probably still getting themselves armed and ready for a confrontation. Or activating their droids if that was the case. The Phuii didn't exactly look like fighters, so he suspected he would either see droids or mercenaries.

Whatever resistance was provided would only be a novelty. When Adekos arrived to loot buildings like these, he seldom walked away without loot. It was amazing what could be accomplished when the One Sith signed off on his every little operation. Mentally he reviewed his objectives- kill the Foreman, seize the more valuable shipments, secure the facility. Adekos would, naturally, under-report the amount of gems and precious metals the facility had on stock so he could take a larger cut. He had the means to alter the facility's records if need be. But the One Sith had more important things to do than double-check the work of an unimportant agent like Adekos.

"Of course, in the interest of keeping him from escaping, we'll have to visit the Foreman first."

Adekos stopped before another locked door. He didn't open this one, instead checking the map his datapad currently displayed. "And his office should be... In this adjoining-"

The door slid upwards without warning, revealing the entrenched security team and their E-Web on the other side. A hail of blaster fire erupted, cutting down several of Adekos' precious droid companions. The Sithling himself being hit by a withering storm of focused fire. Nearly a dozen blaster bolts smacked into his chest, legs, arms, and head...

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Do her own thing
Allies: None currently
Enemies: None currently
Location: Phuii gambling center

Post: 2/20

Her target was still gambling, but he had yet to catch on that he was being followed. His senses would need work ... or perhaps he was playing it calm because security was around. He assumed she cared about any of the security here or what they might think for that matter. She had her mission ... and she wouldn't let anything stand in her way of achieving her goal.

Walking towards the table he was at, two guards came up to try and stop her. Masks were apparently forbidden in this establishment, especially high-tech ones like hers. The fools thought they could stop a Sith ... and even though comrades were racing or gambling or conquering the mines ... she didn't care. They were speaking their native tongue at her, but she got the gist of what they were saying.

Her fingers curled, keeping her silence, but she was about to begin her mission. Her probe droids were deployed and watching the target in case he got away temporarily. He wouldn't be leaving this planet ... not as he was anyways.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=3/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: In time…

Melori watched the apprentice from her perch among the trees. She sensed that her Master was nearby, but she couldn't see her. Was she still inside the wrecked transport? Or was she somewhere in the forest, waiting to strike at her while he went after the Rodian Padawan? Would the Jedi use her Apprentice in that manner, as bait?

She didn't think so, but sometimes the followers of the Light surprised and confused her. She let the Dark-side swell inside her, using it to mask her own presence while simultaneously enhancing her senses to stay alert.

She glanced to each side, even though the Force revealed that she was alone in the trees. Then she unhooked her lightsaber from her belt and held it at the ready. She didn't like that she had lost sight of the Jedi. It made her uneasy. Had she anticipated her arrival? Was she more powerful than she had dared imagine? No matter. The Dark-side was her ally. Fear was her ally. She would strike fast and strike hard, She would take no chances.

The Apprentice would die. Now. Without warning. It wouldn't be as satisfying as the game she had imagined, so he would just have to amuse herself later, against the Jedi.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 3/20

There used to be a time when Sam had refused to use the skills he had learned as a Rekali clansman. Shortly after leaving the Mandalorians and his family behind. It had been a matter of pride, same reason why his armor had been in disuse for such a long time. But as with most things the pride and inaction only caused bigger problems. Issues that could have been resolved if he had only looked past his pride and simply used all tools that were available to him.

But he was older now. Perhaps not wiser, but humbled by life and experiences. Samael wasn’t sure how Jorus knew what he could do - if he even knew or was just hoping that his skills were similar to Ember’s, but there it was.

His scattergun roared again. Missed. Sam scowled from behind his visor and involuntarily lashed out with the butt of his gun to the left -- a hard crack could be heard and felt, as the tough metal of the scattergun found purchase against something. Moments later an unconscious cultist fell to the ground, which gave Samael some time to act.

It had to happen quickly. The HUD of his helmet pointed out exactly what Jorus had seen a few moments ago. Little guy grasping, almost falling, a chasm between them and the target… only one thing to do.

The scattergun fell to the ground as Sam moved quickly. There was a lull in the fight as the invisible menaces started to regroup and revise their strategy. He used that.

Without pondering about any other options - there weren’t any. Couldn’t lift a pebble and Dathomiri spellcrafting wasn’t exactly the quickest way to get an effect. So it had to be the good ol’ strength enhancement. Ember was able to wrestle rancors, Sam could maybe wrestle half a rancor on a good day, a really good day. He grabbed hold of Jorus, his hands getting purchase on the jacket and pants.

Some force users liked to get all dramatic about the Force. Storms barely chained within them, a rising tide stemmed by a dam or a number of other ways to visualize the process. For Sam it was pretty simple.

The goal was there, Jorus was here and had to get there. The weight in his hands suddenly grew light as the Force entered into the equation.

“Sorry for this.” he mumbled. It would have been incoherent if the speaker of his suit didn’t project it to him clearly.

A moment after that Jorus was launched into the air towards the other side of the chasm.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Offer sponsorship to winner of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Post: 8/20

But just because her racer failed to win, Tmoxin didn't need to completely lose out on the prestige that Morpho would enjoy sponsoring a celebrity racer. She would merely change her plan, offering the actual Super Phun Galaxy Classic winner the sponsorship instead. Walka was beloved by the Phuii, but a Morpho racer - fast, handsome, photogenic - would be celebrated by the entire galaxy!

But which one of them would that be? She turned to the VIP attendant and asked, "Who is in the Kitevge Pod?"

"His name is Kyber Salurra," she answered.

Interesting that Salurra was racing. She hadn't know the Techno Union Director of Security to be such a podracing enthusiast. He now moved past the one called The White Racer and had a small lead. The other racer, Dietrich Klein send some drones to pester the two racers ahead of him. She got the feeling that he was not done with trying to knock the front-runners out.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

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

Post: 4/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8wWa3O9cUo​

​

Kyber was maintaining speed well, but he could see the stress he was putting on his pod. He knew that he couldn't strain the engine any further with a forced delay gear shift. This wasn't going to stop Kyber though, he still had one more trick up his sleeve, but he was saving that for the last lap. For now he had to rely on a cool head and smart racing. Kyber glanced in his mirror for a brief moment to see the White Racer nipping at his heels, that just wouldn't do. However, as he was turning his head back something else just caught the corner of his eye. Looks like the clean-up and repair droids were coming down into the track. He could feel something off. Something definitely wasn't right, especially when they started shooting at him. With a muffled Curse Kyber flipped on his thin shield generator, absorbing most of the damage he thought he was safe, until the EMP went off. His Pod remained relatively fine, but his shield generator was fried and it caused a momentary stall in his engine systems. In a race like this even half of a fraction of a second was too much, and Kyber wasn't happy.

The slight stall gave his engines a brief reprieve, but it allowed the others to catch up with him, the White Racer pulling ahead slowly but surely. This wouldn't do, especially now right after they just started the second to last lap. Kyber thought to use his last resort for a moment, but he resisted the urge. It was too early, it would only be a waste. For now Kyber relied on his skill to cut the apex at the right angle, go wide in the straight-aways and use his skill to close the distance.

// [member="Tmoxin Temi"] // [member="Lord Mythos"] // @Deitrich Klein //

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Caves outside city[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: TOS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Rescue and evacuate the Dagoyan Masters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Post: 0.30[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]If Sam was the engine, Jorus was the rudder. As the Rekali Master threw him cartwheeling past the edge, Jorus drew on the Force deeply and moved his foot, just so, to kick off from the precipice. His course bent slightly, his body caught a hot breeze off the cavern depths, and he twisted in midair to crash into the stone chute just below the flailing sacrifice.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Which put Jorus next in line for the Force Drain sacrificial machine. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A normal Jedi could have used the Force to slow himself, shove the green-glowing statue off the precipice, interrupt the ritual by clouding cultists’ minds. A normal Jedi could have slashed a lightsabre through the stone at the right angle to bring everything to a halt. A normal Jedi could have grabbed the weeping, skidding young Bardottan and leaped to safety in a parabolic arc. A normal Jedi could have called upon the Light Side of the Force to resist the clawing grasp of the statue’s actinic radiance, turned it against itself, freed the trapped souls, purged and purified the chamber in a blaze of righteous light. A normal Jedi could have done any one of a hundred things that Jorus absolutely could not do, that he desperately wanted to do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A normal Jedi, on the other hand, couldn’t do [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]this[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]He was skidding down the chute on bootheels, butt, and elbows. Above and behind him, the Bardottan child wailed as it followed him down the long drop. The masked cultists brandished spears around the statue, and the green radiance pulsed in time with their chants. A deep stillness entered Jorus’ heart, the same stillness he’d felt when he adjusted his flying course, but more profound. Above and behind, at the top of the ramp, the caged Dagoyan Masters were offering him their strength; he knew it instinctively, though he hadn’t expected it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The mass shadow of a planet was a terrible, turbulent thing. Although he’d learned to leap to hyperspace in the manner of a Duinuogwuin -- the skill he’d made his life’s work -- the complexity of that task increased the closer one stood to a planet’s surface. In large part because anything that leaped to hyperspace inside a mass shadow had a very good chance of getting scattered through both realspace and hyperspace in a cataclysm of broken bubbles and partial reversion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Some days, that outcome was [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]just [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]fine.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The twisting white-and-blue light of hyperspace struck the cavern like a flashbang. Between one moment and the next, the statue and half the cultists vanished in a blur. Fragments of stone and bodies, still dripping greenish radiance, spattered against the cavern’s far wall, shedding pseudomotion. There weren’t nearly enough fragments to make up what remained.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]With a gasp, Jorus slid off the end of the chute and staggered near the broken edge of the ceremonial precipice. There were holes and cracks in the stone over there, where...pieces...had struck. And though the cultists wailed as they ran, he thought he heard untrapped souls whispering a thank-you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]At that point, the Bardottan child came down the slide, slammed into the backs of his knees, and nearly sent him over the edge.[/SIZE]

 

[Mythos]

Obective: Race. Win.
Allies: The White Racer.
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Location: The Track.
6/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv1kirNU8n4

Systems loaded and the display gave Mythos a read of all systems, this gave the white racer an edge in next turn as it calculated the trajectory of the incoming drones and a runaway speeder and adjusted in the heads up display the accurate turning and diving needed to zip and zag through them loosing as little momentum and impulse as possible. The canopy being ripped off made the display harder to read and the massive wind drag would be an insurmountable inconvenience were it not for the high tech helmet that protected Mythos from the 700mph gusts.

A gear shift later and the racer multiplied in speed, banking hard in the next turn diagonally pulling farther ahead of the pack. He sat in a comfortable lead when the systems spoke. "Hyper Power, Available" Mythos smiled.

The racer was packed with turbo boosts and the added possibility of coupling overdrive but it was also fitted with a tampered and mutilated hypedrive core that would boost the engine to a speed few podracers could match... few fighter ships too, Yet it was untested, illegal and highly unstable. The Hyper power system was tested twice, both resulting in catastrophic engine failure costing major repair damage to the test lab and the death of three Atrisian scientists.

It was kept under wraps, checks were signed to the families to keep them quiet, a big mess was avoided yet the prototype still made it into the final design of the racer much to the dismay of Mythos' advisory.

He had to keep driving smooth, next lap was the final and they were almost to the lap line. Punching the throttle he got underneath a score of drones and casually waved his hand then clenched it into a fist, the drones were crushed under the might of the force and dropping behind the white racer like a durasteel bobby traps. Hitting one of those downed drones at podracer speed... Was what the boys in the track dorms called "InstaDeath"

The white racer sped off at standard yet sustainable and increasing speed, the lights passed by the racer in an abnormal speed, the roar of the crowd gaining and surmounting incessantly like a crashing tide responding to the brutal speeds. Mythos knew... he knew that the last lap would be the moment where all would be decided, he knew that fact... The tension was palpable even at the speed of light.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 4/20

As a young lad he would have stopped to watch Jorus’ trajectory, watched and observed what he would do once he got on the other side, but Samael was long past those wishful fancies.

He had a job to do and currently it meant clearing this side of the room from all the nasties. His body hit the ground - an unseen force pulling, compelling him to the ground and it was the only thing that kept him from tumbling over the brink of the chasm himself. A terrible scream followed as the in-rushing cultist tripped over Sam’s body and was unable to stop himself from falling into the pit.

It would be a long fall.

But there was no time to- a bright flash of light, akin to the shades of Hyperspace, and a loud bang burst through his own momentum. Everything changed from there on out, his knee stopped itching as furiously as it had, the immediate, threatening danger was starting to pass, but had not yet completely receded.

His eyes were drawn to Jorus again. Show off. But the humor was short lived as the damn knee started to itch again. Feth. Time itself slowed down for a fraction as the Force gave him a slight edge in speed. Sam stumbled back on his feet and several steps back, not knowing what or why he was doing what he was currently doing… until he was actually running towards the chasm.

By Vahl, I am insane.

Two moments later he was in the air. Just like Jorus he didn’t have most of the fancy tricks and spells that the Jedi had access to - he couldn’t actually slow himself down mid-flight, nor could he grab hold of something with the Force or any of the dozens of options that a regular Jedi had.

Instead he was a freaking cannon ball. Trajectory was good though. With some difficulty he managed to crash into half a combat roll, not all that graceful, but at least his armor wasn’t made of beskar. Would have been his end otherwise.

Time resumed its journey and Sam saw Jorus stumbling towards the edge.

He jumped towards him and the little Bardottan child.

 

[Darth Timoris]

[Post=4/20]​

Objective: Having more fun
Location: On foot
Allies: None
Enemies: In time…

The Padawan felt her heart beat fiercely in her chest. She was scared, and she couldn't help it. Her own ability to see into the Force, to feel its vibrations and read the patterns in the flow, was woefully inadequate compared to her Master’s. Even so, her intuition told her that there was a storm coming. A literal open-the-sky-and-let-loose-the-flood storm, full of lightning and wind and thunder. It would crawl across the sky like a great beast. She knew that before the first drop of rain hit the ground, the Sith would be upon them. Her teacher sensed this, had warned her to be ready, and the Padawan tried to find her calm, her peace.

The Rodian slid her lightsaber from beneath her robes. It wasn't her lightsaber, not really. Someday, hopefully in the not-to-distant future, she would set out to build her own. She wasn't ready to take on that test, however. Not yet. Until then, she would use this one — a gift from her Master. She had given it to her the day she had accepted the young Rodian as her Padawan learner.

"Learn to use this well," she remembered her Master instructing her. Since that day, she had practiced with the weapon during every spare moment. She wanted to show the Jedi that she was serious about her studies, about her commitment. The Padawan wanted to prove that she had what it took to be a Jedi Knight.
The Padawan caught movement out of the corner of her eye. It was as though a shadow had disengaged itself from the forest and was moving toward her at light-speed. She turned toward the dark blur, reacting with Jedi reflexes but still feeling like she was standing still. There was a loud hum as the shadow's lightsaber flared to life. The Padawan brought her own lightsaber up in a defensive position while extending its energy blade to its full length. She didn't think. She didn't run. The Padawan stood her ground and held her lightsaber before her.

The blur took shape. It was a female human with blonde hair. Her powerful form was covered in simple black robes and she looked so…angelic. Were it not for the eyes, which were a deep yellow, her irises ringed crimson.

No, not an angel, a fallen one.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Samael Rekali"]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location: Caves outside city[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies: TOS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective: Rescue and evacuate the Dagoyan Masters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]Post: 0.35[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Metal-clad boots slammed down, interrupting the child’s uncontrolled skid, but a moment too late for Jorus. He tried to turn as he fell over the edge, but the broken stone bruised his left palm with a glancing blow that broke his grip as it tried to take form. He grabbed again, jamming his right hand into a crevice between fitted, broken stone blocks, and grunted out a bellow as his arm arrested his full weight. He’d dropped Taralkaar; the sword clanked its way down onto a ledge. Feth. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]When he was younger, he’d been much stronger. He’d used a solid beskar shotgun as a melee weapon, for one thing. That gun was long gone, and he wasn’t as bulky as he’d once been. Climbing back up took a real effort of will, though in vertical distance he only had to cover a couple of metres of dressed stone. He climbed crevice by crevice, wedging fingers and boot-toes in the gaps that he’d so recently widened.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Keenly aware that he could put his weight on the wrong stone and take a long fall, he focused on what remained of his Force connection. A straight-up hyperchuck generally wore him out; he felt like he’d run half a marathon. Still, he needed an instinctive-navigation edge to keep himself from choosing a treacherous path. After what was probably only a few seconds but felt much longer, he took Sam’s outstretched hand, rolled up over the edge and flopped on his back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Good jump,” he rasped. “Get...cages. Force disturbance.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Translated from Ye Old Hyperventilation: [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]The Dagoyan Masters and their families need to be let out of the sacrifice cages, and we need to get the feth out of here before what I just did draws every Sith on the planet.[/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 5/20

Throughout this whole ordeal it was made clear that Samael wasn’t the youngest buck in the game anymore. Years ago vaulting over a little chasm, chucking a grown-man over that same chasm and then pulling up said grown-man from the chasm would have been fairly straightforward. Not easy. But doable. Now with the Force no longer sweeping through his muscles and granting him artificial strength and energy?

Well, he could feel all of ‘em burning at the same time. Still wasn’t the time to start feeling sorry for himself and take a lunch break. They still had a mission to complete. After all of that they probably couldn’t just let the Dagoyan Masters sit in the cages. Not even for a short lunch break.

“Right on, chief.” trying to ignore the burning feeling in his chest. Instead Sam passed the small Dagoyan kid and quickly paced forward towards the cages. With some force of strength he willed the Force to return to him, dang job to do.

With that he started to pull apart the bars of the cages - just enough room for the Masters and their families to crawl out of there.

“Gotta find a different way out though. I doubt I can start throwing these people over the chasm one by one.”

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Posts: [8/20] (9)

“Kark!” Dietrich yelled when he saw his attempt at disabling the White Racer had failed. The more the White Racer evaded his attempts, the more he wanted to destroy it. This was no longer just a race to Dietrich; it was now a matter of pride.

Dietrich tapped away furiously at his DataPad, breaking through security to gain access to several vacant podracers. After ten minutes of continuous hacking, Dietrich had gained complete access to several of them and sent them straight for the White Racer and Kyber’s podracer. He was going to give the White Racer a fresh coat of red paint.

With Lord Mythos and Kyber out of his mind for now, Dietrich brought up the app that was connected to his podracer’s computer on his DataPad. With a few taps, Dietrich drastically increased the speed of his podracer. Now his podracer’s speed was almost on par with the speed of the White Racer. However, this was not enough, with the finish line near, Dietrich quickly tapped several more times on his DataPad and overclocked his podracer overtaking both the White Racer and Kyber Salurra’s.

Although Dietrich still had a few cards left to play, he decided it was time he went all in as the finishline neared. It was a risky move, but was it worth it? Dietrich did not know nor did he care, he made his move – one he could not take back so worrying was pointless.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Offer sponsorship to winner of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Post: 9/20

Tmoxin crossed one leg over the other and leaned towards the monitor to watch the race, which appeared more than halfway over. But the way the three pods were still keeping pace, it was going to be a holofinish. The White Racer clearly had the most powerful pod. The White Racer, sponsored by Morpho Sports Complex. It has a nice ring to it, Tmoxin, she thought.

But even though Kyber's pod was a little more souped up, he was a savvy racer and challenged the White Racer at every hairpin turn. And the other pod manned by Dietrich Klein... if Tmoxin knew her slicing - and she could see the hallmarks of it due to working for one of the best slicers in the galaxy, Cryax Bane - she assumed the racer was using his hacking skills to throw the other racers off course. She wondered if Klein was also in the market for a more prestigious job with the Techno Union.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Location: Caves outside city
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Enemies: TOS
Objective: Rescue and evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Post: 0.40

"That...I can do." He looked down the cliff. Taralkaar was down there, a good ten or fifteen yards, precarious on a little ledge. He could get it if he spent serious time on the climb. Rave had made that sword for him, the last sword she'd made before vanishing. It was, in a very real sense, all he had of her. It was perfectly suited to him, it had served him well, but in the end, it was just a thing. It wasn't worth the extra time, not with so many lives at stake.

The long narrow path around the chasm's edge, the path he'd spotted earlier, met the sacrificial assembly up near where the cages dangled. Between Jorus, Sam, and the now-visible Hux, the rest of the Bardottans -- Dagoyan Masters and adepts, and their families -- got free. The sacrificial cages hung empty.

As a group, they hurried back along the path at the edge. It took a while, but it was a fairly straightforward route: the earlier urgency had been due to the victim skidding down the chute. They passed through the crypts and exited the tunnels. The podracer was still parked in the cave mouth; behind it, Beyyr stood just outside the Gypsymoth's cloaking field. The canyon wind tossed the Wookiee's graying fur as he roared a greeting. In clumps and groups, the Bardottans vanished through the hibridium bubble.

"It'll take a while to load the racer," Jorus said to Sam over the wind. "I hate to leave it, but it's just a thing. And time's short."

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Objective: Support to the Mystery Driver
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Dietrich Klein"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Enemies ?
2/10

On her feet, sitting down, jumping up craning her neck to see better. She pursed her lips hard together What was he thinking just then? Where was he? OH OH this is what he's been building in secret. Ohhhh.

She held her breath she pushed button and slowy her little perch began to descend, Izumi was with her looking at her as if she had lost her mind. Ren turned and looked, "What?" Izumi looked down as if admonished by Ren.

"I'm thirsty is all, races have lots to drink and eat, and He wouldn't want me not to partake" She smiled then, she could hear the crowd roaring. Her grin got broader, "See he's winning" Had she seen him win she had seen a couple of things, one thing she kept trying to remember time was fluid it changed as events changed. Izumi staying near walked with Ren to find a drink and something she kept referring to as a Hot dog. Which the Atrisian woman did not know what was but it sounded as if it was not good to eat.

 

[Kyber Salurra]

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

Post 5/20

Last lap. That meant it was time to kick it into overdrive. Y'know in all those sci-fi movies how everyone has that one big red button that no one is ever supposed to press under any circumstance? Well, time for Kyber to press the one sitting on his dashboard. He waited until a straightaway and locked his handlebars in place before letting go for a moment and strapping himself down to the body of his pod. After that he slid up his glass windshield a bit more, the curvature of it fitting just over his head as he laid forward on his pod. He was ready. He flipped open the glass case and pressed the aforementioned 'big red button' before a timer began on his dash. Five seconds. Kyber put both hands back on his handlebars and adjusted his footing on the pedal slots. Three Seconds. A wicked smile grew slowly on the racer's face. If the crowd could see his demeanor right now it would be that of an animal preparing to hunt down it's prey. If his opponent was the white racer, I guess you could consider Kyber the black racer. A demon on the course ready to devour all that opposed him.

Zero Seconds.

The glowing blue flames that projected from the back of the Kitevge's would appear to vanish to the naked eye. Thrusters gone and all of the lights on the pod suddenly glowed a devilish red. Had something gone wrong? Had his systems failed? Just the opposite. It was only a split second lated that Kyber's pod vanished from the onlookers view as if he'd dissapeared into the shadows of the metropolitan center. It was then that the feed shifted speedily forward and refocused on Kyber's pod. It was a mere blur. No distinguishable shapes could be made out as the droid struggled to keep the feed on the pod. The only distinguishable shapes were the red lights creating streaks on the screen and what seemed to be... black thrusters? The long 'flames' that were being projected from the back of the Kitevge's seemed to suck the very light from around it, the void itself seemed to be escaping from the engines as the racer crept ever closer to the leaders.

The modifications were no small feat, but what exactly where they? Well, I guess that was Kyber's little secret. No, of course it couldn't be. The ones holding the race would obviously ask him what it was. And, to avoid being accused of cheating, Kyber was prepared to answer- but he wasn't thinking about that right now. The only thing that was coursing through that demon's head was speed, and speed is what he'd achieved. Kyber was thankful for installing the straps or he'd had flied off the pod a long time ago. He could feel his bones being crushed as the G-forces pushed against his very being, small cracking sounds could be heard throughout his body... but he didn't care. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins and he'd succeeded in taking the lead. That wicked smile he had grown before had now matured into a demonic grin, his eyes wide and dilated. There was no way he was losing now. The man couldn't even conceive of even the possibility of losing as he gained more and more speed, coming up on the other Racers as the finishline reared it's head. He was so close he could taste it.

Only a few hundred meters away from the finish line and he'd just about caught up to the other two with blinding speed. The two other racers so close the naked eye couldn't possibly discern the leader of the pack by just looking hard enough. They all were pouring their hearts and souls into this race. There was no way this was going to end cleanly for any of them. With the finish line only meters away now Kyber had just caught up to the two, pushing with all he had he wanted it. He continued his rush all the way through the finish line, but the other two were right there with him. The roar of the crowd and the flash of lenses graced their arrival as they zoomed through, but just as quickly all was silent as they looked at the main holoprojector...

Who had won it all? There could only be one winner and with held breath the fans and (especially) the gamblers alike anticipated with little patience for the winner to be declared. There could only be one after all...

// [member="Tmoxin Temi"] // [member="Lord Mythos"] // [member="Dietrich Klein"] //

OOC:

Spoiler

As I assumed you both could tell I took it upon myself to make this a photo finish race. Sorry if that messed with anyone's plans, but I thought this was the fairest way to end it without anyone leaving butthurt. You both obviously can post whatever you want up to the finish line, but instead of one of us trying to argue that they made it first, I say we just leave it all to [member="Darth Azurea"] and company. That makes it so it's not in our hands and there's no hurt feelings from anyone at the end. Whether she decide by posts, dice, or battle to the death is up to her, I just hope you both can agree with (or at least try to understand) what I did and why I did it, and of course, best of luck to both of you!

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | Lord Mythos | Kyber Salurra
Posts: [9/20] (10)

The finish line was only a few meters away, Dietrich’s podracer still maintained the lead. Dietrich could feel the engine of his racer was slowly giving in. The racer started to slow. In order to match the speed of his opponents, Dietrich turned his podracer's shield generator off. The finish line was only a mere meter away. In another second, all three racers crossed the finish line, seemingly at the same time. Who won? None of the three racers knew.

As the attention of the other racers and the crowd turned to the holoprojector, Dietrich’s podracer started to stall. His all or nothing move was going to cost him and it was time to pay.

OOC

Spoiler

That's a great idea [member="Kyber Salurra"], it was fun writing this podrace against both of you, good luck to both you and [member="Lord Mythos"]! Whoever wins derserves it and no hard feelings will be held OOC (IC Dietrich is definately going to bitter if he loses and he probably will want to challange the winner to a high stakes podrace so maybe we can write together again )