Captain Ash
SARRISH
MAIN SPACEPORT
Jerec Asyr
Coren Starchaser
Gren Blidh
Milla Kryst
Okkeus Dainlei
Aeson Keel
Unlike the party that was still running on Imynusoph, the events of the race on Sarrish were more subdued. A crowd of locals who had been following the events and were thrilled that they were included had started up a party of their own, with support from the local Guildhall, but it was smaller and less raucously chaotic than the one at the race's start and, presumably, the race's end. But still, at the space port cantina there was a battle of the bands duking it out for who could be the loudest and the cantina owner had dropped the prices on booze, just a tiny bit, enough to make it feel like buying far more than usual was the same price as before.
Along the edge of the spaceport, merchants from Sarrish and the local systems had set up pop-up booths and blankets with race memorabilia and touristy things as the small crowd pressed against the edge of the port, waving pennants and custom t-shirts with their favored racer. Some had even started up competing chants to pit against the volume of the bands in the cantina not far away.
Along the docked ships, the Guild inspectors were rushing about their business to inspect each ship before the next leg, as well as the new updates and tweaks the racers may have chosen to utilize for the next leg, as well ensuring fuel was topped up. Not that things couldn't go wrong when put under the strain of a race, as the last leg had proven, but this would at least help make sure nobody was going to explode into a ball of flame the first time they dropped out of hyperspace. Funerals were expensive after all.
When the time came, the loudspeakers set up blared to life, the speaker being a Troig representative for the Merchant-Captain's Guild.
"And here are, devoted spacer fans of the galaxy! The first leg of the race is completed and we find ourselves at the edge of the Core!" The first head spoke, waving its set of hands wildly.
"Thought by many to be cursed, these regions have been at the forefront of a brutal religious war fought between Jedi with their political supporters and the Sith and their soldiers for decades as various iterations and successor states to the Galactic Republic have snatched at Coruscant for the symbolic victory. Who knows what might happen on this leg? The Core has seen treachery, massacre, brutal battles, raids, even assaults from ancient supernatural beings who dwell beyond the grav-"
"It's not cursed!" The first head spoke up again, cutting off his partner head. "Think about it, man, it's the middle of the galaxy. Anyone going anywhere in the fastest way possible is going to come through here."
"Hush, Breeble, you're ruining my dramatic narrative."
"Oh, shut up Brox. We're race announcers not hosts on some pseudohistorical late-night holo-channel."
The cameras quickly switched to a Zabrak in a ship captain's uniform as the four hands of the original commentator started to fly at the different heads. The Iridonian woman cleared her throat awkwardly as she moved to one side, to move the camera farther away from the original commentators.
"Welcome, everyone to the second leg of the Imynusoph Run! While only slightly longer in total distance, we expect this run to take significantly longer, given the unstable political situation in the Core, derived from the multiple wars whose front lines this leg will run very close to, and the shifting and uncertain political situation across the Coreward powers, but even moreso from the high amount of traffic that passes through here. While Imynusoph and Sarrish are small, out-of-the-way worlds, this next leg ends on the legendary world of Carida, long known for its militancy and the importance it places on its military history and traditions. After that, the ancient ecumenopolis world of Taris! Many of the great wonders of the galaxy can be found through this region for the intrepid tourist willing to risk traveling through an unstable region, but it is still highly worth a visit, not only for the business and commercial prospects but the history and culture that developed here as well.
Racers, start your engines!"
Six holo-displays appeared in the air, with each racer's time accounted for, and a larger display counting down to the launching point.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" With that, a horn would blow and great cheers erupted from the onlookers as the second leg of the race began.
MAIN SPACEPORT
Jerec Asyr
Coren Starchaser
Gren Blidh
Milla Kryst
Okkeus Dainlei
Aeson Keel
Unlike the party that was still running on Imynusoph, the events of the race on Sarrish were more subdued. A crowd of locals who had been following the events and were thrilled that they were included had started up a party of their own, with support from the local Guildhall, but it was smaller and less raucously chaotic than the one at the race's start and, presumably, the race's end. But still, at the space port cantina there was a battle of the bands duking it out for who could be the loudest and the cantina owner had dropped the prices on booze, just a tiny bit, enough to make it feel like buying far more than usual was the same price as before.
Along the edge of the spaceport, merchants from Sarrish and the local systems had set up pop-up booths and blankets with race memorabilia and touristy things as the small crowd pressed against the edge of the port, waving pennants and custom t-shirts with their favored racer. Some had even started up competing chants to pit against the volume of the bands in the cantina not far away.
Along the docked ships, the Guild inspectors were rushing about their business to inspect each ship before the next leg, as well as the new updates and tweaks the racers may have chosen to utilize for the next leg, as well ensuring fuel was topped up. Not that things couldn't go wrong when put under the strain of a race, as the last leg had proven, but this would at least help make sure nobody was going to explode into a ball of flame the first time they dropped out of hyperspace. Funerals were expensive after all.
When the time came, the loudspeakers set up blared to life, the speaker being a Troig representative for the Merchant-Captain's Guild.
"And here are, devoted spacer fans of the galaxy! The first leg of the race is completed and we find ourselves at the edge of the Core!" The first head spoke, waving its set of hands wildly.
"Thought by many to be cursed, these regions have been at the forefront of a brutal religious war fought between Jedi with their political supporters and the Sith and their soldiers for decades as various iterations and successor states to the Galactic Republic have snatched at Coruscant for the symbolic victory. Who knows what might happen on this leg? The Core has seen treachery, massacre, brutal battles, raids, even assaults from ancient supernatural beings who dwell beyond the grav-"
"It's not cursed!" The first head spoke up again, cutting off his partner head. "Think about it, man, it's the middle of the galaxy. Anyone going anywhere in the fastest way possible is going to come through here."
"Hush, Breeble, you're ruining my dramatic narrative."
"Oh, shut up Brox. We're race announcers not hosts on some pseudohistorical late-night holo-channel."
The cameras quickly switched to a Zabrak in a ship captain's uniform as the four hands of the original commentator started to fly at the different heads. The Iridonian woman cleared her throat awkwardly as she moved to one side, to move the camera farther away from the original commentators.
"Welcome, everyone to the second leg of the Imynusoph Run! While only slightly longer in total distance, we expect this run to take significantly longer, given the unstable political situation in the Core, derived from the multiple wars whose front lines this leg will run very close to, and the shifting and uncertain political situation across the Coreward powers, but even moreso from the high amount of traffic that passes through here. While Imynusoph and Sarrish are small, out-of-the-way worlds, this next leg ends on the legendary world of Carida, long known for its militancy and the importance it places on its military history and traditions. After that, the ancient ecumenopolis world of Taris! Many of the great wonders of the galaxy can be found through this region for the intrepid tourist willing to risk traveling through an unstable region, but it is still highly worth a visit, not only for the business and commercial prospects but the history and culture that developed here as well.
Racers, start your engines!"
Six holo-displays appeared in the air, with each racer's time accounted for, and a larger display counting down to the launching point.
"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" With that, a horn would blow and great cheers erupted from the onlookers as the second leg of the race began.
