Public Shoot the Podracer

[Kal]

Cocktails, snacks, and even 'illicit drugs' (one of many advantages of holding the party in deep space) flowed like water next to actual waterfalls in the wondrous Oasis Dome of the luxury starliner. Nobles, socialites, and more rough types rubbed elbows for the occasion - a podracer famous for never showing his (Or her? Speculation abounded.) face would reveal their identity at the event. Just as importantly, the drinks were free.

If rumours were to be believed, they were within this very dome, busily mingling under their true identity.

Before the announcement could take place, a scuffle broke out between a security guard and a waiter, a few people looked on in amusement, and a blaster was fired. It took a while to register, but it quickly became apparent that the guard, not the waiter, was slumping to the ground.

Across the room, other service staff suddenly produced weapons of their own, killing or incapacitating the startled security. A massive Trandoshan that had somehow passed as a sound technician took to the stage, pulled a shotgun from within the speaker system, and grabbed the microphone.

"Shut up and stop panicking. So long as we get what we want, no one else has to die. Where is MFDTU?"

Little did many in the crowd know, a massive bounty on podracers of all people had recently been announced.

It was somewhat unclear whether killing one outside an actual race counted, but these people certainly thought so.

---

This is what happens when two or more inspiration sources merge in my mind. Anyone can enter - you can be hostage takers, disarmed (or hiding in a vent like in Generic Action Movie) guards, guests (invited or otherwise), or even the anonymous podracer. Message me* for the latter, though.

For obvious reasons, there can only be one. (And their moniker is Michelin-Tyre Fjord-Tuff Dodge-Rahm Tyota the Unstopptable.)

TL;DR Setting - Comfortably subtropical biodome. It has a beach w/ small lake, some trees, a bunch of tables/benches/chairs, etc. It's about three hundred metres across and perfectly circular. The stars are visible through the large dome above.

P.S. If you'd rather 'hunt vampires or whatever', I've got your back pal.

*Deadcurze#4224 on Discord. I'm in the Chaos server as AMCO.​

 

[Jerec Asyr]

What damn fool had decided to use an actual podracer — decommissioned, unfuelled, and chromed to hell — as a display piece for this event?

Whatever that damn fool's name, Jerec gorram Asyr was feeling grateful.

As violence erupted, he perked up from behind the display podracer and looked around, this way and that, conscious that his head was a serious target. He kept his ship-thief toolkit out of sight. The goal here was to replace a couple decommissioned/obstructed/removed parts and get this vehicle slightly operational. Just the repulsors, not the big noisy engines, but the repulsors would be more than enough power to let him come back later and ease the racer out of the lux dome toward the hangar. He'd meant to come back with a little gas can too: tonight he'd only meant to get eyes on the type of power pack this pod required.

Good news: it took basic dirty combustibles. Bad news: if he didn't hurry the feth up, the collateral damage and the inevitable security increase would wreck his take.

He procured his flask of Corellian absinthe from his slimline space suit, tipped the flaskinto the gas tank, muretted the last few wires together, hopped on and fired it up.

The pod was near-silent with the primary engines off: he'd only turned on the repulsors. Top speed, not great but it would start adding up. He urged the vehicle forward along and around the perimeter of the three-hundred-metre dome. Blasterfire zipped all around.

New goal: go in circles, as fast as possible, until the violence stopped or he found a way out.

This was now an actual podrace, Hoth Rules, circuits: unknown, track: tiny, speed: low, racers: 1.

No crash yet.

 

[Zelannia Arcrin]

Arkus had been getting somewhere with a rather handsome gentlebeing when the shooting started, or so he thought. It was hard to tell, given how far he was from sober. Hedonism is acceptable, but this lack of awareness disgusts me. Suddenly, however, he was squinting down the barrel of a gun.

If that didn't end the fun, he didn't know what would. "Well I'm not fething Dodge Rahm, sooooo..."

It was clear the Tetan expected to be let go with an apology, but the hostage-takers were a surly lot. Shameful, really. What poor service!
​

---

"Pretty sure that's not Fjord Tuff. Do you think it still counts?" The human eyed the circling podracer thoughtfully, but shook his head. "Nah man, I am pretty sure it has to be in an actual race. Except if they're famous." The zabrak nodded. "Makes sense. Plus, he's Ithorian."

The human turned to his fellow armed hostage-taker with a start. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Oh, you know, they're..." The zabrak seemed to struggle putting his thoughts into polite words. "The hell, man? I signed up for extreme for-profit violence, not speciesism." The zabrak grimaced, seeming almost ashamed. "It's not like that, dude. I know an Ithorian..." "You know an Ithorian? Going with that one, really?"

Some of the others were taking the odd potshot, but it was clear these two were otherwise occupied.
​

Jerec Asyr​