Star Kart: The Commenori Cup (CSA Dominion of X-27 Hex)

[Caedyn Arenais]

Racer Registration: [member=Caedyn Arenais].​

Designated Ship: Titan 547.​

Position: Starting Line.​

Post Entry: #2.​

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Called to the starting line, all Racers were given a crew each for which would be responsible for their Speeder upkeep and repair. Sitting securely within the Titan 547, Caedyn Arenais tightened the safety harness that was strapped across his chest and waist, a racers safety belt to ensure minimal damage to the body should he come into contact with other vessels on the race-track or otherwise crash and hopefully not hit something so solid that his Speeder's caved in around him and he's squished like a bug!

Positive thoughts...

This would all certainly prove to be a distraction from his typical day to day events that had been transpiring around him. Things weren't so greener on the other side of life at the moment as his time with the Je'daii Order had been most worryingly brought to an end with the disappearance of his Master, suspected kidnapping or worse as there was no clues to her whereabouts despite the weeks of searching for her on Nar Shaddaa where she'd left Caedyn and her Ship to wait for her safe return. So much for that...

The roar of the Speeders engines caused the ship to vibrate with power, Caedyn's hands reaching for the steering controls, his eyes sweeping the dash to ensure there was nothing there he was missing. All Pre-diagnostic checks had been completed and come back in the green signifying his vessel's readiness for the Race. The Force was with him, if nothing else in this day and age, hopefully it would guide the lad to keeping himself in one piece and out of the crosshairs of the other Racer's more dirtier tactics, were there to be any.

Slowly, the vessel inched forward to it's designated position on the starting line and it was there he would wait for this exciting and yet terrifying display of power and speed to begin.

[member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Klesta"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Zye Woden"] | [member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Anweald Bermann"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"]​

 

[Darben Skirae]

Darben Skirae had been told that his wife would be racing. So how could he not miss out on this? With him was Renla and Brigh, both of his daughters who seemed just as cheery. [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] had asked if he planned on racing, himself. And he had turned the opportunity down, as he was not one for so much excitement. In fact it was more so that it would make him have a massive panic attack driving with the possibility of an accident happening.

Renla however, had thought on it. But she said nothing, just wishing to watch this time. And Brigh was jumping up and down. The Minister brought his two daughters over to where they would be seated, and there he waited for race to begin as the ships went up to the starting line.

 

[Klesta]

Objective 2: Last-minute sponsorship

"Service will be requested on a yearly basis on our Nar Shaddaa maintenance base and headquarters. We then qualify for the highest level of volume discount"

Volume discounts were typically the acknowledgement that ergonomic assessments really were twofold, with one portion being performed room-wide, such as in the Senate job, and the other portion being performed on the individual station, and also the acknowledgement that clients that brought enough business to qualify for a volume discount typically had rooms with multiple stations. Now, it was really the second portion that required any given assessor to have the workstation's occupant actually present; that was what made the Senate job one of the assessment jobs with the highest unpleasantness-to-glamour ratio of his career as an assessor. The Jawa was more than happy to hear that the job was large enough to qualify for the wholesale level of volume discount. Just that, as the race was about to start, he realized that he didn't get to the termination terms, and yet that was what a service contract with repeat service provisions typically asked of the party that hired them to enter one such contract. That was deemed necessary; he had to negotiate that provision before moving forward.

"Just so that we're clear, the contract cannot be terminated until after the first assessment is completed; it can, however, be terminated at any point by written notice, sent three standard days in advance, by either party"

 

[Zye Woden]

Nearby: [member="Tom Taff"] [member="Mykes Vatak"]

ppl gon get rekt: [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Anweald Bermann"] [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] and ​especially [member="Loreena Arenais"]

Objectives: 1 & 3

Zye nodded to Mykes as he introduced himself. "Erin Holmbridge. Taff was just telling me about you. Yes, the program seems to give nothing but problems in spades."

He looked up as he heard the order to get to his vessel by the strange announcer. He was as odd as they came, that was for sure. But as long as he did his job, Zye didn't care. He turned to the two men, giving them a nod before he left, "If you want to place your money on the winning ship, look for Holmbridge in the Gosper 1."

And with that, the vampire made his way to his Gosper 1. Along the way, he felt a presence, one he had felt before that gave Zye a distinct feeling of annoyance. He shook his head, this was no time to get distracted. If he would have looked behind him, the disguised hunter would have seen the familiar young face of Loreena also making her way to the starting line. When he reached his vessel, Zye grimmaced. It looked just as trashy as it was fast. He placed a hand on its durasteel plating.

"You had better live up to your repultation," he muttered before jumping into the cockpit.

The hardness wrapped around him, and Zye quickly began running the pre-flight checks. The Gosper's engine roared to life, making the entire vessle rattle with raw power. Zye flicked the switch, the blue after burner emitted a fiery spark of power. It leveled the rattle to a vigorous hum, he guessed when the brakes were off, that would go further down to a gentle purr.

"Impressive," he said with what could almost be mistaken for admiration.

 

[Eddak Manod]

What kind of devoted Commenori citizen and serviceman would Bermann be if he didn't partake in a little fun from his planet? Oh, no prideful military man would never let themselves be seen in such a childish]/i] game. Or would they? This is just the sort of thing a soldier would get mixed up in. Something to get the mind distracted, live a little, not having to worry about the day to day worries of who to shoot next and where to take cover. Bermann had one thing over all the other participants; experience. But that experience meant nothing when he had only piloted a fighter over almost twenty-five years ago, and him bum arm and legs, and his age, were certainly not going to help. Hell, he might just wreck the track, but those who knew him, knew he didn't tread lightly. If he was going to make noise, everyone was going to hear it. He looked over to his sides, strapping himself into the Gosper 1, checking out his current competition. To his left, seemed to be a kid ( [member="Caedyn Arenais"] ), hope he doesn't hurt himself. To his right, someone who looked like they could actually kick this old mans keester ( [member="Zye Woden"] ). It was all for fun, Bermann could have commented a jest or a mock to the man he was worried about losing to, but he was more worried about wrecking, so he decided to encourage, instead.

He looked over to the kid instead, piloting a Titan 547. "Hey kid," he spoke up to Caedyn, "when you get up to the turn, pull back on the throttle just a bit before you push into the turn, then you can gun it. That'll give your craft time to compensate and you'll have a smoother ride through the turn and you won't hit the edge." He gave a thumbs up as his other hand put on a racer helmet and strapped it on, "good luck kid." Caedyn had enough time to say a response, if he wanted, but after the Gosper 1's viewport would come down and seal Bermann in. He was going for maximum safety, hoping this bird took all the damage when he crashed. He looked forward; he knew he was going straight for the hyperloop.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Beth was excited although she wouldn't say she was prepared for the race. She was truly starting to get a little bit of the nervous jitters - it was dangerous sometimes, especially for someone not very skilled like herself. But, still, she was super excited. Maybe she would surprise herself! Maybe she would actually be awesome at it! In either case, her goal was to simply have fun.

With that in mind, she entered the race. She sat down in the Titan 547 with a deep breath. She checked her harness to ensure it had her safely locked in. She checked some things on the speeder, careful to make sure all the lights seemed like they were working. She didn't want to take off and then immediately explode! She trusted her Envoy but other ships? Not so much!

In either case, she leaned forward. The ship was ready - green. Ready. It was just a matter of time before the green light showed and they'd be off. She noted the Admiral was in the race - that made sense. A couple of other people she hadn't met were also in the race. But, she did notice a [member="Caedyn Arenais"] in the race. She wondered if he knew she was in it. Maybe she shouldn't let him know cause... Well, maybe it would be a bit embarrassing if she ended up in the last place.

But, either way. She was as ready as she'd ever be!

 

[Arahael]

Objective: 2

Cato stepped into a lavishly decorated spectator booth where others had already made themselves comfortable. Wooden finishes and leather seats adorned the room, and delicious food was on offer. An attendant came to him to get him seated and ready for the race that was about to begin.

Settling comfortably into a seat, Cato could see some people he recognized out on the raceway. The race was sure to be a close one, but he didn't doubt everyone here was mostly in it for the fun of it. Whoever would win, they'd deserve it.

Looking over by a datapad to the side of his seat, Cato input a small bet on the outcome of the race. He wasn't usually a betting man, but for some reason he felt lucky today. Thanking the waiter, he accepted a glass of Ardees and took a sip of the bitter beverage.

This was certainly the better diplomatic alternative to fighting that he loved in the Systems Alliance. He was still prepared to do his job, but that would mean of course that they would have exhausted all other options. The Queen would expect nothing less.

 

[Klesta]

Objective 2
Allies: [member="Cato Marek"]

"Just because it can be terminated in writing within three days' notice, doesn't mean there aren't any hidden penalty"

Meanwhile, back in the box Teuvo booked as a tax writeoff, he wanted to clear up the termination provision; it was easy to suspect that such latitude to terminate a service contract would come with some drawbacks. Also, on the Sith Inquisitor's ledgers, the Jawa cannot record a liability until the request for service has been placed, or a down payment paid. Klesta, on the other hand, was a little uneasy around this; he knew that he wouldn't want to scare the client off, but payment-in-kind deals, such as the one he closed on Denon to perform ergonomic assessments on a wealth and asset management company's headquarters, was more complicated than if there was only cash involved. In Denon's case, the lease on the fourth floor of the Aura at College Park can be terminated in a month's notice, in which case he'd have to pay cash for the portion of the year he used on the lease or to perform ergonomic assessments on a pro-rated basis. The Jawa didn't feel it was proper here to just ask his assessors to fly Bluth if at all practicable, because it often wasn't.

"It can be terminated at no penalty"

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: 1

Lori skipped, yes SKIPPED to the Gosper 1 that was designated for her. With her helmet clutched in the hook of her arm, no one could mistake the huge grin on her face. Quietly she spoke a little mantra over and over as she bypassed the crews of the other space racers; "I'm gonna wiiiiiiiin...I'm gonna wiiiiiin..."

She chuckled to herself as she passed her twin brother [member="Caedyn Arenais"] buckling himself into a Titan 547. Of course he picked the SAFEST option. He wasn't a fan of her flying, especially her dead-drop maneuver, so it made perfect sense that he'd go for something that could take a hit or two.

Her own Gosper 1 stood before her, it's body sleek in design and built for speed. Oh yes!! Lori grinned to the crew and climbed up the small ladder and getting into the cockpit. She adjusted the seat so that she could be propped a little more forward, giving herself better vision through the plexiglass. She then buckled herself in and plopped on her helmet before eyeing the controls. There were some buttons and switches that she was unfamiliar with, but she should be able to figure it out. "Just go with what you know, Lori..." Yes, she talked to herself sometimes. As of late she was her own companion on her journey to find her place in the Galaxy.

The EMP button was clearly marked. That was good. She'd have one ready to use with Cae's name on it. And the other two....She looked to her right and spotted [member="Zye Woden"] . That son of a nerf-herder. What was he doing here?! No doubt he just wanted the credits so that he could buy better clothes instead of stealing them off the corpses of those that he killed. Well, not if she could help it! He'd never stop bragging if he noticed that she was racing too and had beaten her! Lori grinned to herself. Maybe she'll save the other two EMP's just for him! Yeah!

She flicked on the ignition, squealing in delight at the sound and power of the engines as they roared to life. The sound dimmed down to a low rumble as the engine idled. Lori nudged it closer to the starting line, watching the pit crew and following their directions. Her hands then gripped the controls as she mentally prepared herself. "Focus, Lori! Focus!..This'll be a piece of cake."

[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Beth Australis-Mantis"] [member="Anweald Bermann"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She had decided on going out and quickly buying a race suit, brought blue in color, with black stripes she started out towards her ship. She looked to the prince and gave a grin, she couldnt help but feel herself get a little competitive agaisnt the prince, but it would be in good fun besides her plan was to simply put the trophy in a case along side her other memorabilia...

She looked over the side of the delcron x...she smiled as she adjusted her flight helmet and nodded to herself, she climbed in ans momentarily she saw the flash of fighter controls before back to the racer. She blinked and sighed as she shook her head before she settled on in and sealed the cockpit smilkmg she flicked the controls and listened to the start up as she settled back into the seat and gave a smile guiding the craft to he starting line as she grinned

She was more then ready