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Public The Nar Shaddaa Cutthroat! (help me test a simplified racing system)

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NAR SHADDAA!
A SPEEDER BIKE RACE!


LEG ONE: SPACEPORT, UNAUTHORIZED
LEG TWO: MILE-HIGH SKYSCRAPERS
LEG THREE: SEWAGE LEVEL
LEG FOUR: HUTT PLEASURE DOMES

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The moment the light turned green, Skeevi and a dozen-plus other racers surged out of hiding from a bulk freighter's cargo doors.

In the jostling mess, metal and plasteel grated, sparked, chewed up against the edges of the landed ships.

Skeevi fought for control, shrieking pure adrenaline, and punched their speeder bike clear through a customs shack from sheer exuberance.

Leg 1: Tails
Running Total: 0


You might recognize this as a derivative of the Modified Hoth Ruleset, just with simpler 'rolls,' a different approach to sabotage, more crashes (and ways out of crashes) and more room for choice.

Nar Shaddaa Cutthroat Rules

Start on a route with 3-5 legs. One leg = one post.

Flip a coin once per post (honour system). If you want you can use the dice roller, with even=heads and odd=tails. Final total of heads wins the race.

At the start or end of each post, note which leg you're on, whether you got heads or tails for that leg, and your running total.

Special events that can impact your posts:
  • If you get tails three legs in a row, you crash horribly (you're out) unless another racer hangs back (-1 to their running total of heads in their next round) to somehow help you stay in the race.
    • If someone helps you and then you get tails a fourth time in a row, you definitely crash horribly.
  • If you get heads two legs in a row, you gain a chance to kark a nearby racer (-1 to their running total of heads in their next round).
    • 'Nearby' means you both have the same number of heads regardless of what legs you're on.
    • Karking might be ramming, banter, shooting, flashing, taunting, sabotage, Force, whatever. You write the attempt, they write whatever hit they take.
    • Karking can't be saved for later legs. Use it or lose it.
    • You can only get karked once per race.
    • Getting karked does not count as tails for purposes of crashing horribly.
If there's a tie at the finish line, roll a d6 to resolve it (evens vs odds in a two-way tie, 1-2 vs 3-4 vs 5-6 in a three-way tie). Please resolve four-way ties with a chaotic shootout.
 
Nar Shaddaa was a sketchy frakking world, that was true, and Dani was a Lady of Naboo, another fact. But she was a racer, and wanted to be a racer full time. She was here to make some credits, and hopefully a fast credit.

Her Laser Nine was all primed and ready.

As the race started? She leapt off the line. Ready to go and fight for her position.

Leg 1: Tails
Total: 0
 
Iona, by some stroke of luck, somehow ended upon a swoop bike once part of the Pyke Syndicate. Was she a racer? Nope. Did she know anything about swoop bikes? Also nope. Yet she wanted credits and such a thing as credits could be hard to obtain when one was just a very poor student traveling the hyperlanes and assisting refugees and distributing food.

Worth it morally. Not so much in the pocketbook.

The race started and she lurched forward, finding herself in the middle of the pack and trying to not overthink things.

Leg One : Heads
Total : 1
 
Skeevi angled up along a superfreighter's flank, trailing the pack and streaming customs-droid debris.

The race shot up at a steep angle into Nar Shaddaa's deferred maintenance nightmare: skyscrapers as dense and smog-choked as anywhere on Coruscant or Denon.

Another bike crashed into a vast billboard and fell away sparking. Skeevi surged ahead.

Leg 2: Heads (had no coin so flipped an old shoe)
Total: 1


Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser
 
Was this race legal? She was doubting it. But she was here and she was racing. Shaking her head as she barely managed to get out of the space port, and having caught some engine wash, her Laser Nine’s paint was going to need some touch up. And she’d have to get that done before returning to Naboo, lest her family sees her banged up swoop…

Frak.

This moon, like so many of the Core Worlds was a nightmare. A nightmare of canyons made by buildings. Sure, she’d taken her N-1 through some risky maneuvers, but those were canyons, filled with… well, not people in the walls.

She kicked her swoop and turned it to slide up one of the structures.

Holding it together, she was watching the other races.

Leg 2: Heads (Can’t let Jon out do me so flipped a baby toothbrush package, there were witnesses)
Total: 1

Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser
 
Iona had to pull back on the accelerator, just as the swoop bikes in front of her hit a billboard. Debris went everywhere, showering them with metal bits in the center of the back. Drifting off to the right, she noticed one surging ahead, using the billboard crash to their advantage. The Mirialan teenager was just trying not to crash herself. She'd never hear the end of it from her cousin. Or her mechanic father.

Staying to the right, sparks and debris gone, she accelerated once more, surging forward in an attempt to make up for lost ground.

Leg Two : Tails (You two are weird, just use google's flip a coin...)
Total : One

Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill
 
LEG THREE: SEWAGE LEVEL

The bikes shot down the side of a skyscraper and through a breach in a titanic sewage collector, thence into a dizzyingly dense waste reclamatory region where one's own vomit was a flight hazard. Skeevi, being inured to such things from their many years as a scavenger on an equally benighted metropolis world, only gagged gently.

Splatter of a thousand noxiousnesses congealed upon vehicles and racers alike, all the better to arm and armor them for the final and fancified leg of the race...

Leg Three: Tails (had no coin so spun a knife)
Total: 1

Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris
 
She really needed to check with the race officials. Dani had run some pretty weird courses but this wasn't just weird. This was a health hazard. Luckily for her she had her helmet.

It at least protected against the gray water being dumped from the passing yacht. Slowing down the Naboo had to flush some air back through the repulsor engine to kick out the waste.

And throw up in her mouth a little.

From what she remembered by the big water tank, which was actually a waste tak, she was close to the end.

Leg 3
Tails (used Ouija board, contacted great great uncle Ted. Asked if he understood an iPhone had all sorts of cat pictures on the internet. He said no. Figure that's a tails)

Total 1


Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser
Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill
 
When racing, Iona didn't expect to be covered in various bits of excrement floated down from all corners of Nar Shadda. She had a helmet on, a very small miracle, but regular spacers attire didn't account for for a Hutt's worth of dirty toilet water raining down all at once. The Mirialan was certain it was payback for something she did in the universe. A little extreme but the universe had decided this was her punishment for past transgressions.

Unlike the others, Iona was going to use the smelly water to her advantage. She didn't try to zig,zag, and avoid it. Nope. Headfirst right into it. Windshield wipers on her visor would have been nice.

Leg Three : Heads (Consulted a veggie puff and it said nothing. Google's flip a coin says heads. Weirdos.)
Total : Two

Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris | Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill (have you considering changing your name to Skeevi Nicks? No?)
 
And up again, ears popping — up a tremendous outflow and through a service door opened by bribery.

The upper level of a Huttese pleasure dome was awash with dignitaries, courtiers, guards, servants both droid and enslaved, gladiators at play, all of which recoiled from the speeder bikes. Spattering sewage, Skeevi skewed through great lords and clouds of fancy smoke. Snatched a necklace off a Hutt in passing too. Gunfire banged and hissed and Skeevi steered by instinct as much as skill, right through a gladiator brawl.

Someone tossed a thermal detonator at the pleasure dome wall right beside an upmarket authentic Huttese street meat kiosk. The explosion was a precise white-hot sphere that left a round hole in the wall, through which Skeevi accelerated: the finish line or close enough.

Leg Four: Heads (used the oogle thing Iona keeps talking about)
Total: 2

Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser
 
There was a chance she was too posh for this type of race. A real good chance. As she followed the course, she was also noting that for a poodoo covered moon there was a lot of excess and what Dani could only say was corporate greed.

Definitely counter to her up bringing and personal life approach. Dani used most of her credits to help others.

Well the credits she won anyway. Couldn't always funnel her inheritance to these groups.

Still. Pleasure domes? With Hutts? Some things couldn't be unseen. Just like the white flash of a grenade. Was that the way out? Her swoop skimmed over a fountain with clear water, removing the majority of the gunk from before, all while heading up and out.

Leg 4
Found a thing called a "coin". The flip had a face.
So that's a head

Total:2


Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser
 
Covered in the sewage wastes of Nar Shadda, Iona was slowly pulling forward towards the front of the pack thanks to her now horrible smell. It was perhaps an advantage but a very, very horrible one. One she didn't to repeat. Pushing the accelerator, she was soon inside a Hutt pleasure dome. Being young and naive, Iona nearly crashed when she happened to catch a Hutt in some type of harness device....wait....what?

Thankfully she was going so fast she couldn't tell what was happening or dwell on the fact that subconsciously she was going to remember this some way, some how at the most inopportune time. Was she nearing the end? Someone was in front of her and she couldn't tell, her visor on her helmet still bearing bits of toilet paper.

Leg Four : Heads (Flipped my cell phone, landed screenside up. Assuming thats its head.)
Total : Three


 
The finish line was a getaway car, or rather a big freighter swooping low to grab them all as they exited the pleasure dome. Skeevi made that final jump, not last but sure not first, and swooshes the bike to a halt. They wiped their faceplate with the back of their glove, a redistribution of smear.

Against the inner wall of the cargo hold, a screen blared Iona Starchaser Iona Starchaser 's face in shocking indigo.

WINNER
WINNER
WINNER
PRIZE POT: 372CR

"Hot shavvit," said Skeevi, impressed. Three hundred credits was a lot.

Dani Stellaris Dani Stellaris
 
Smelly, covered in sewage, Iona couldn't believe she won. She never won anything. Didn't even use the Force - not that she was very proficient in its use anyway. Getting off the borrowed bike(wonder if they want it back now?) she collected her winnings. Over three hundred credits was nothing to sneeze at. Certainly would buy a lot of bowls of gluk on her travels.

"Thank you! Couldn't have done it..uh..without the the Hutts."

With that, she shuffled off to find a shower.

 

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