Ki'Ranna
Character
Location: Korriban Race Track, Leg 1-2 Support Area
Position: Supporting Jax Thio
OOC Roll: None, N/A as Support
Each leg of the track had an area designated for the crew or support personnel to occupy out of the way from the racers. In the worst case scenario of a crash you needed to be close at hand to have any hope of salvaging an otherwise horrific situation. Best case were momentary engine problems that could be fixed. Maybe you didn't come in first, but at least you weren't completely out, right?
Kira leaned back against her transport with her red eyes on the track waiting for the racers to narrowly missing on another in the merging. The Force would be with Jax, of that the young woman had no doubt. Death wasn't his fate today. As for everyone else, however, who could say?
With the batting of her eyes, Kira stood upright and turned her head to look behind -- away from the track.
A sharp backwards kick of her foot set a long shaft into the air from where it'd been clipped to the side of the vehicle. Kira whipped around and vaulted over her hovercar as her right hand snatching the length out of the air. Brow set and lips thinned, the young Force Sensitive darted across the sand toward another craft and its occupant.
The clueless victim was that of the track medic whose skills were too valuable to lose now. Their eyes widened in the believe they were the target before Kira leaped atop the back half of their transportation and to the dunes beyond. As her feet touched the treacherous soil once more, one end of the staff ignited into a short lightsaber-like blade. Kira twirled the pike in her hand as the young Tuk'ata drew near.
Who said pod-racing was boring?
Position: Supporting Jax Thio
OOC Roll: None, N/A as Support
Each leg of the track had an area designated for the crew or support personnel to occupy out of the way from the racers. In the worst case scenario of a crash you needed to be close at hand to have any hope of salvaging an otherwise horrific situation. Best case were momentary engine problems that could be fixed. Maybe you didn't come in first, but at least you weren't completely out, right?
Kira leaned back against her transport with her red eyes on the track waiting for the racers to narrowly missing on another in the merging. The Force would be with Jax, of that the young woman had no doubt. Death wasn't his fate today. As for everyone else, however, who could say?
With the batting of her eyes, Kira stood upright and turned her head to look behind -- away from the track.
A sharp backwards kick of her foot set a long shaft into the air from where it'd been clipped to the side of the vehicle. Kira whipped around and vaulted over her hovercar as her right hand snatching the length out of the air. Brow set and lips thinned, the young Force Sensitive darted across the sand toward another craft and its occupant.
The clueless victim was that of the track medic whose skills were too valuable to lose now. Their eyes widened in the believe they were the target before Kira leaped atop the back half of their transportation and to the dunes beyond. As her feet touched the treacherous soil once more, one end of the staff ignited into a short lightsaber-like blade. Kira twirled the pike in her hand as the young Tuk'ata drew near.
Who said pod-racing was boring?