Okay, I am okay with spectators but keep the conversation on track with the story please! Also, are all the racers still participating?
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A 'den
The Demolition Expert with one brain cell.
Now Racers, get ready! Be steady!
A 'den gripped the throttle tightly in anticipation.
aaaannnnd....GO!!!"
A 'den twisted his wrist and the bike did a wheelie as it sped forward for a little while, leaving A 'den on the ground on his back. He hadn't expected the bike to be as powerful as it was.
A 'den gripped the throttle tightly in anticipation.
aaaannnnd....GO!!!"
A 'den twisted his wrist and the bike did a wheelie as it sped forward for a little while, leaving A 'den on the ground on his back. He hadn't expected the bike to be as powerful as it was.
The Neimoidian couldn't help but chortle as he watched a Mandalorian shoot off his bike, leaving him in the dust. His eyes still on Jorn, he awaited either his loss or his victory. Hopefully the former. The race was stagnating, with very little incident. He would have paid a fair sum to see someone crash or a bike explode. Trudging back towards his yacht in boredom, he decided he would enjoy some drinks until the race ended. Hopefully the race would turn in Jorn's favour, lest he taste the blaster fire of the 2 Mark IV Assault droids waiting in the stands.
(OCC: Yes, just slow [which is no good for a race, lol])
*reserved for the moment, give me like, 30. Haha*
*reserved for the moment, give me like, 30. Haha*
@[member="Viqi Gal"]
The Trandoshan hissed in annoyance at the Duro who dared to try to blatantly sell his junk useless to him, and waved his clawed hand menacing towards him for him to shoo away. "I don't want any of your junk, Echuta!" If he pressed his sales, Cra'dosk could get angry, very angry indeed.
The Trandoshan hissed in annoyance at the Duro who dared to try to blatantly sell his junk useless to him, and waved his clawed hand menacing towards him for him to shoo away. "I don't want any of your junk, Echuta!" If he pressed his sales, Cra'dosk could get angry, very angry indeed.
Mmm, interesting. A sandstorm. He would have to find someway of turning that into an advantage of his. Regardless however, MAD blasted off if only a tad later than the rest, but not enough to be behind. He had a fairly good bike, but it was stilled used. From zero to 600 kilometers an hour MAD hunkered down into his bike, while he observed the other idiots. A familiar Mando tussled around with a Twi'lek, continuely ramming into him, until eventually getting past him. As he left the scene, MAD had two thoughts about just blasting the incompetant racer out of the race right then and there, though he imagined that it wouldn't look good. It was about pleasing the mob, not about eliminating the competition. Though doing the other was important too. So as an unfamiliar Keter came up to his target and eliminated another racer, the Mercenary shrugged and got up close to the Twi'lek, and joined the bullying band wagon, and rather than shooting him, or cutting his head off while passing by, or ramming him, he simply took him off. Literally, took him off. He got up next to him, and just before he could react to swerve for a ram, he reached out with one hand, held him by his jugular, and ripped him off by the throat. Behind him fire erupted in his vehicles explosion, giving his menacing armor a harsh like-glare should it be viewed from his face.Zev Stargo said:
Explosions, that's what the crowd loved. Especially when they were spread out through the day, or event, whatever the hell their at. So at least two racers down, and one of them in a grand fireball up close and personal to the crowd... well, relatively anyway. While Keter zeroed in on Jorn, MAD zeroed in on Keter. He sped towards his slower vehicle. He primed his blasters to take him out, though he wouldn't use them... not yet. Or perhaps not at all, because although he had not problem using questionable technology in a race, it would probably be better as a final kill; that last trick for the crowd, the only suprise that hadn't seen yet. Right now was far too soon for another explosion. Fairly soon though that'd be in Waldo's flats.
Jorn felt a pair of eyes on his back and knew that somebody was targeting him somewhere. He however didn't think that there would be snipers. Instead Jorn did a bootlegger turn with his pistol aimed in front of him. it was a simple twist with his hips and legs to pull the bike around so he was driving backwards. It was mainly open plains so he knew he wouldn't run into anything. He aimed at the engine housing on Keters bike and fired two shots before flipping back around in one smooth single motion.
Jorn had slowed down some when he did that from the drag of the wheels. he pulled back on the throttle even harder to speed away. he didnt want to have debris flying into the back of his head now did he?
Jorn had slowed down some when he did that from the drag of the wheels. he pulled back on the throttle even harder to speed away. he didnt want to have debris flying into the back of his head now did he?
As the speeders zip into Waldo's Pass the storm kicks up, blinding sand is whipping about like a inland hurricane. Not including the PC characters there are still six other competitors. Just when it seemed that the only external issue to be faced was the sand storm, a hail of plasma bolts cut through the tan clouds and the horrifying war cry of Tuskan raiders echoed off the rocks
Keter
The Renegade
@[member="Jorn Mair"] @[member="MAD"]
Keter could see the storm ahead as they sped into Waldo's flats. Not a problem. He had scanned the racetrack beforehand and uploaded the geography of the terrain into his eyes. Phantom shapes of crags and outcrops formed in his vision, lying over the actual rocks. Even if his actual visibility ceased, he would not be blind. His red eyes glowed with intensity as he leaned low over his bike.
And then Jorn pulled off his trick maneuver. Keter gritted his teeth as he saw the man's finger tighten on the trigger of his blaster. The blond swore and hugged his swoop bike as he rolled over. This part of the plains would be free of anything that he could catch himself on, and he barrel rolled his bike out of the way of Jorn's shots, letting them fly past into MAD. It never paid to hug someones tail too close. But he had lost his slipstream, and the armor clad racer overtook him as he regained control and balance.
Keter could see the storm ahead as they sped into Waldo's flats. Not a problem. He had scanned the racetrack beforehand and uploaded the geography of the terrain into his eyes. Phantom shapes of crags and outcrops formed in his vision, lying over the actual rocks. Even if his actual visibility ceased, he would not be blind. His red eyes glowed with intensity as he leaned low over his bike.
And then Jorn pulled off his trick maneuver. Keter gritted his teeth as he saw the man's finger tighten on the trigger of his blaster. The blond swore and hugged his swoop bike as he rolled over. This part of the plains would be free of anything that he could catch himself on, and he barrel rolled his bike out of the way of Jorn's shots, letting them fly past into MAD. It never paid to hug someones tail too close. But he had lost his slipstream, and the armor clad racer overtook him as he regained control and balance.
A 'den
The Demolition Expert with one brain cell.
A 'den got back on to his feet and ran over to his bike. "Looks like I lost this race." He put the bike up right and got on. Then he did a turned his bike hard to the left and twisted the throttle. The bike shot off in the direction of the other competitors, so fast that A 'den knew that he wouldn't be able to turn or do anything, but go straight.
MAD watched intently before him as the familiar Mando pulled some dangerously stupid stunt so early on against a slightly slower Keter. It was as if he wanted to die off the quickest. Again he restrained himself from eliminating him as a threat permenantly as he sped ever closer to the competition, ever observant. Jorn may have had the lead for now, but his little stunt slowed him down enough for an opening. Unfortunately that opening was cut short as Keter veered to avoid his opponants attack, directly in front of him. MAD, with his great reflex's despite the speeds they were at, was able to sneak by as to not become a wreckage. He was able to get past him with only a small speed drop while veering around, directly behind his old buddy Jorn.
The storm really started to kick in now, though that was of no disadvantage to him. Like Keter, he was already equipt for most situations, much like this one. His helmet, more similar to a Mandalorian, had a fairly advanced HUD system that would be able to clearly cut through the blinding harshness of the storm. The only problem he forsaw was the winds. At speeds like these, wind became more deadly, esspecially when you're in a fight for your life with 9 other racers through a pariless trek through the desert canyon. But just as he thought everything was to his advantage and nothing could harm him except for human error, unfamiliar sounds erupted everywhere ominously in an aggressive tone, just as plasma bolts started to litter the flats.
Not risking anything, he disengaged from behind Jorn and veered off farther away on the flats, just as he engaged his stealth. Just like that, the Desert Shadow turned into a ghost rider as his vehicle appeared to be unmanned. He continued at speed through the flats, hoping that his bike matched the sand enough as to not draw much attention to himself. He continued on the correct path view a map in the top left hand corner of his helmet. He looked around him as his vision changed to penetrate the harsh sand, obstructing his view.
The storm really started to kick in now, though that was of no disadvantage to him. Like Keter, he was already equipt for most situations, much like this one. His helmet, more similar to a Mandalorian, had a fairly advanced HUD system that would be able to clearly cut through the blinding harshness of the storm. The only problem he forsaw was the winds. At speeds like these, wind became more deadly, esspecially when you're in a fight for your life with 9 other racers through a pariless trek through the desert canyon. But just as he thought everything was to his advantage and nothing could harm him except for human error, unfamiliar sounds erupted everywhere ominously in an aggressive tone, just as plasma bolts started to litter the flats.
Not risking anything, he disengaged from behind Jorn and veered off farther away on the flats, just as he engaged his stealth. Just like that, the Desert Shadow turned into a ghost rider as his vehicle appeared to be unmanned. He continued at speed through the flats, hoping that his bike matched the sand enough as to not draw much attention to himself. He continued on the correct path view a map in the top left hand corner of his helmet. He looked around him as his vision changed to penetrate the harsh sand, obstructing his view.
The Eternal Queen
Feena was very carefully ignoring the weirdo that chose to disturb them. Why would anybody buy junk at a race? The man was clearly disturbed. The best she could do was avoid looking at him and watch the race over the Trandoshans shoulder like she was nervously doing before.
The storm was picking up, Plasma bolts were being fired at the racers, but that was not the only problem. One of the racers, the one Keter had been following, shot at him twice. Her heart skipped a beat and she whimpered out loud, tearing at the beaded edge of her scarf. She honestly thought she was going to watch her fiance die before their wedding for a moment. Thankfully, he was better than she gave him credit for. He was always better than she gave him credit for.
She sighed in relief as he regained control. He had fallen behind a bit, but he was alive. For now, that was enough. He just needed to finish the race and win if he could.
The storm was picking up, Plasma bolts were being fired at the racers, but that was not the only problem. One of the racers, the one Keter had been following, shot at him twice. Her heart skipped a beat and she whimpered out loud, tearing at the beaded edge of her scarf. She honestly thought she was going to watch her fiance die before their wedding for a moment. Thankfully, he was better than she gave him credit for. He was always better than she gave him credit for.
She sighed in relief as he regained control. He had fallen behind a bit, but he was alive. For now, that was enough. He just needed to finish the race and win if he could.
Daxton Bane
Character
Daxton hummed softly to himself as the wind began to pick up, and sand began to swirl on the ground below. He barely blinked now, as his concentration focused totally on the track ahead of him. It would be impossible to spot his position, given that the sand storm was coming and the clothes he choose intentionally blended with the dry desert sand.
He had considered mining the track, but where was the fun in that? Besides there was no way he could ensure that his target would hit the mine. No the sniper's rifle was better. A more personal approach. It tapped them on the shoulder and say hey mate, someone is going to make your day a whole lot worst that it is. The image brought a smile on Daxton's face, as he imagined how his prey would look when he started blasting away.
Relaxing slightly he continued humming the old Sith revolutionary song softly to himself.
"By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric kettel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the Sharia
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
Sharia don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharia don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah"
He had considered mining the track, but where was the fun in that? Besides there was no way he could ensure that his target would hit the mine. No the sniper's rifle was better. A more personal approach. It tapped them on the shoulder and say hey mate, someone is going to make your day a whole lot worst that it is. The image brought a smile on Daxton's face, as he imagined how his prey would look when he started blasting away.
Relaxing slightly he continued humming the old Sith revolutionary song softly to himself.
"By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric kettel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the Sharia
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
Sharia don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
Sharia don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah"
OCC: I'll post again soon, but is anyone still in this? I haven't seen any activity in days
OOC: Ill post
IC: Jorn sped up some more. If he wanted to leave them behind he was going to try and be near the top. here was about 3 to 5 other people ahead of them. With his heat vision on he looked at the competitor ahead of him. Jorn wanted to take the guy out so he wouldn't have another guy try and ram into him later. he didn't want to bring out his pistols again for a while unless he had to. and at the speed he was going he was more likely going to miss or even have the blaster shot fly back at him from the extreme speeds.
Jorn didn't want to burn the engine on his bike. So he slowly crept up on the man in front of him. The clothes he was wearing were sandy brown and looked like he was exploring the desert. With that Jorn rammed his own bike on the back section of the speeder to spin him around. Since he was not ready for the twirl the man went off balance and fell off making his bike spin out of control and fly back to the people that were behind him. He smiled as he looked behind to see derbies flying everywhere.
IC: Jorn sped up some more. If he wanted to leave them behind he was going to try and be near the top. here was about 3 to 5 other people ahead of them. With his heat vision on he looked at the competitor ahead of him. Jorn wanted to take the guy out so he wouldn't have another guy try and ram into him later. he didn't want to bring out his pistols again for a while unless he had to. and at the speed he was going he was more likely going to miss or even have the blaster shot fly back at him from the extreme speeds.
Jorn didn't want to burn the engine on his bike. So he slowly crept up on the man in front of him. The clothes he was wearing were sandy brown and looked like he was exploring the desert. With that Jorn rammed his own bike on the back section of the speeder to spin him around. Since he was not ready for the twirl the man went off balance and fell off making his bike spin out of control and fly back to the people that were behind him. He smiled as he looked behind to see derbies flying everywhere.