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[Sahan Dragr]

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Spoiler: GEAR

Kestrisaur Hide Utility Belt and Jacket
O'dteyase Saranuhlr
Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

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"Carsunum laced with Lesai. That will get you where you need to go my friend."

Sahan took the back he was handed. He pulled out a pinch, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb. His sunglasses scanned the purple-tinted black powder. "Genuine, premium stuff. You have some good connections. We may be doing business again in the future, Miss..." A scan of her face gave a ping from the Howl_Runner.exe program. "Pryse." He pressed the pinch of spice under his tongue. Not something anyone would normally want to do, but Sahan somehow knew he'd be fine. He pocketed the rest.

"I see you have a bounty posted. I can help with that," he said as Pryse pushed another sale on a blonde woman. The blonde had the vibe of a pirate. Once upon a time, Sahan would have automatically been against any such thing as these types. But this was no longer Enclave territory. Those days were long gone. His lawman days were long gone.

"The race looks pretty damn fast to me,"

Sahan couldn't help but laugh. "Those speeds are nothing. The fastest pod can maybe just barely crack Mach I, if even that." Not that he would ever pilot one. He may have built the racer Jericho was using, but he hated piloting anything other than his own beskar'gam. Piloting felt unnatural, while his armor was a second skin. Unfortunately, that armor was currently in major need of repair, which was why he was not currently wearing it. But if he had it... He could reach a max speed of Mach VII and leave these podracers in the dust. He'd eventually finish rebuilding it. First, he had to finalize the blueprints on the upgrades.

 

[Jericho Dragr]

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OBJECTIVE 1:
BOONTA EVE CLASSIC

Jericho was finally able to get the pod under control, thanks to linking to the system, diagnosing the engine failure, and boosting the power enough to clear them out and get them firing properly. By this point, he was nearly dead last, aside from any who had failed to start at all. He was now learning that racing was not just about reaction and skill, but sheer luck. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Still, he was able to boost on ahead and clear the mesa and valley without trouble. He didn't want to gain too much speed, because he needed to navigate the canyon ahead. Thankfully, this pod was not just fast but also had great handling. He rounded Butte City headed toward the Dune Sea...

And saw the massive sandstorm raging across the area. How in Manda? That had not been there when the race started!

 

[Das]

//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=TATOOINE...
//:...objective=2.0...

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Not as fast a start as she’d like, but at least she wasn’t last. She didn’t get cocky, though; Das knew that could change very quickly on a track this dangerous.

She hit Beggar’s Canyon hard and fast, keeping to the outer edge to avoid giving herself whiplash as she rounded the curves into Butte City. The tail of her pod smacked the rough stone walls of the canyon as she exited the narrow channel, hard enough to send sparks flying but not so hard that she lost control. A little correction in the pilot’s seat kept her steady.

The canyon soon opened to reveal the Dune Sea. It spread outward in all directions and went for miles until it died into a heat-hazed horizon that shimmered like an ocean of sand beneath Tatooine’s twin suns. Das soared only a brief glance at the natural landscape before laser-focusing on the Dunes ahead… that’s when she noticed the ugly side of the desert’s beauty: a massive cloud of angry dust swirling toward them.

Luckily, Das already had a pair of goggles strapped over her eyes. They were nearly airtight, which helped keep sand from blinding her at this speed. The lenses were tinted pink—her favorite color—to dim the sunlight. For an added layer of protection, she tugged at the shemagh around her neck and pulled it over the bottom half of her face. It wasn’t a techy rebreather like she wore on Etti or Denon, but it’d have to do.

She hunkered down, sped up, and headed straight through the cloud. It may slow her down, but it was still faster to go through it than around. On the other side of the Dune Sea was the Arch Canyon, the last landmark of this leg; she just needed to reach the stony waypoint and she’d be clear of the sandstorm…

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