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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…

Tags:
Eaton Waters | Kivah | Kurt Korrado | Jericho Dragr | Ronhar Tane

 

[Velzari Tharn]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
NO TAKESIES BACKSIES​

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In the seclusion of their bubble, Velzari grinned. His face could be seen by all, but what brightened his mood was unknown to the room outside the device’s forcefield.

His sharp eyes bored into Mauve as he relived that moment aboard Keenan Station. The iron was hot and eager to taste her flesh after the clusterfuck that transpired on Wielu. He spared her the brandishing and a life on the run from Black Sun headhunters… with the expectation that she’d pay him back tenfold for the loss of three Republic systems.

And then, the Republic came knocking on her door—on Nar Shaddaa, which made it his front-fucking-door.

Every Vigo has a plan for the day an enemy creeps in and gets close enough to grab her by the hair and drag her to “justice.” Some simply kill themselves by gunshot or pill; others hang themselves in prison. Some are strong enough to endure the pain of imprisonment on backwater worlds where the powers of “peace” and “goodness” excuse torture, so long as it never hits the Holonet News circuit.

Then there was Mauve du Vain.

The Underlord was told she arranged her own death in the event that she was compromised. A Sith assassin, nearby in the shadows, would eliminate her at a moment’s notice. He was told that’s what became of her. Executed to prevent capture.

But Velzari is no fool. He has his own eyes and ears, both of which are far keener than a freelance Sith’s. He knew Mauve was alive—and even more, that she was in the hands of the Royals.

Now she was here, asking if he’d intervene in her desire for revenge.

Velzari shook his head.

“Arris is not a Vigo,” the Underlord stated. He’d have handled her himself if she were. “She’s extended no hospitality from Black Sun that you cannot rip away. It’s the princess whose blessing you need, not mine; if Varanin sees value in this scheme of yours, capitalize.”

He made a subtle nod toward the white-haired Sith. A smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes remained sharply focused on Mauve. It was as if he were reading a book behind her eyes.

“Ensure your benefactors are on the same page. Do not jeopardize my organization, or the brand will seem a blessing compared to the fate you’ll find waiting for you.”

An unspoken “do you understand?” was written across his furrowed brows.

Tags: Mauve du Vain | Quinn Varanin​

 

[Kinley Pryse]

You've been hit by... you've been struck by...

Wanted posters of Kinley Pryse don't list a reward. They list a warning.​

"The race looks pretty damn fast to me,"

"Trust me, a hit of this and the world will be going in slow motion babe."

Kinley winked at her as the other woman reached into her purse. When the credits were exchanged Kinley handed over a little baggie, this time with a saphire blue colored spice inside.

"Genuine, premium stuff. You have some good connections. We may be doing business again in the fsuture, Miss...... Pryse."

"I'm always open for business." She took a sip of her water bottle and let her eyes trail out over the race. Two sales already. Today was shaping up to be just fine.





Rixa Sahan Dragr

A Smooth Criminal

 

[Tales of the Underworld]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
BOONTA EVE CLASSIC

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The sandstorm blew in harsh and angry. A being without proper face protection—goggles, a rebreather, or at least a wrap of some kind—would find it very difficult to see or breathe. Luckily, most of the racers were prepared.

But even still, traveling this fast through a Tatooinian sandstorm was a challenge regardless of eyewear.

The sand carries unexpected weight that tugged at the pods and disorients the racer. It can clog vents, obscure obstacles, and even carry small pieces of debris that become projectiles when flying toward an unsuspecting pilot.

“Some of our racers are just now entering the cloud… stars, these are some crazy bastards!”

“The crazier the better!”

Holo-cameras panned the length of the Dune Sea, scanning for the first sign of a racer emerging from the dust. And then came Eaton Waters in the lead, having pulled ahead of Kurt Korrado amidst the deadly storm.

Speeding behind them and tying for second place is Das , but her gains are not the only ones being made.

The other three racers are neck and neck for third place. Kivah , Ronhar Tane , and Jericho Dragr are making their way through the sandstorm with caution that costs them speed but spares their lives.

“Up next is my favorite leg of the race!” the alien announcer swooned. “If Jag Crag Gorge and the Laguna Caves aren’t deadly enough, there’s Tusken Ridge to deal with!”

“Our Republic sponsors would like us to tell you to keep your heads down—but where’s the fun in that?! Go on, poke your dome up and give those Tusken’s a fresh melon to burst!”

Bloodshed! Fire! Carnage! The fans were more than eager to see someone die on the track. Will the racers oblige them?

LEG 3 CURVEBALL: CHEATERS AND SABOTEURS
Through generous donations to the First Bank of Nar Shaddaa , several racers have either CHEATED by improving their own odds or SABOTAGED another racer to impede their progress!

On Leg 3…

• if you CHEATED, +1 will be added to your result
• if you SABOTAGED another racer, DM FBONS with the name of your target; -2 from their result
• we will calculate for you
• yes, you can go below 1 or above 6 depending on your rolls!
• Send a courtesy DM to you sabotage target to give you a heads up
• Don’t forget to describe your cheat/sabo in your post!

Spoiler: Podrace Dice Rules

• The Boonta Eve Classic (902) is a single-lap race consisting of four legs
• Each leg, roll 1d6
  • If you're using Discord dice, please link a screenshot of your roll (or use the dice bot in the BSS server!)
  • If you're using Chaos dice, no need to link; we will see it at the bottom of your post
• The results of your rolls will be added together. The winner will be the racer with the highest total number at the end of the race
  • If there is a tie, a tiebreaker lap will take place (four more rolls) to determine the winner
• CHEATING: A racer may CHEAT by paying 5,000 UCs to First Bank of Nar Shaddaa - this enables you to add +2 to your final total
• SABOTAGE: A racer may SABOTAGE another racer by paying 10,000 UCs to First Bank of Nar Shaddaa - this enables you to -2 from an opponent's final total
• GRAND PRIZE: The winner will receive 50,000 UCs and x1 custom podracer/speeder/speederbike submission of unique quality, to be made by BSS staff

Spoiler: Racetrack

Spoiler: Racer Placements

Racer	Leg 1	Leg 2	Leg 3	Leg 4	Final Total
Das	2	2(+1)			5
Eaton Waters	4	4(+1)			9
Jericho Dragr	1	3(-2)			2
Kivah	3	1(-2)			2
Kurt Korrado	6	1(-2)			5
Ronhar Tane	1	3(-2)			2

Tags: Das | Eaton Waters | Jericho Dragr | Kivah | Kurt Korrado | Ronhar Tane​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Second nature. It was why pilots from his world were feared. The youth of Pamarthe were thrown into some watercraft pretty much in the nursery, and taught to operate it. Sailing vessels, self-propelled water skimmers, personal submersibles. All of this translating into a variety of other craft, from airspeeders, to starfighters, to freighters and shuttles. Pamarthe was, according to some, as the best pilots the galaxy had to offer, unless you were talking to a Corellian, then Pamarthe was number two.

Right now? Eaton didn't care what the other worlds said.

All he cared about was that storm and getting through it. Goggles were keeping his eyes clear, but the scarf he wore was moving, still keeping him damp, but allowing sand and dust to scratch his face. He'd be fine. And if he won? It didn't matter what his face looked like, there were always fans willing for some one-on-one, or if he was lucky two-on-one time with a Boonta Eve champion. If he loses? His pride and face would both be in shambles. One was easier to recover from.

He hated losing races. Hated how Brooke was so much better at it, more calculating, and probably had used the Force to cheat and win the wind.

Now he was learning that, but here? At these speeds? Hell if the Force would do much aside from protect him from dying.

Hopefully.

Through the storm, that he could do. And remembering the pre-race notes, the ones his droids gave him. Pod racing really could use a co-driver, but that wasn't a luxury he had. Tusken in the upcoming area, he had to keep his head down, and race clean.

Head down. Throttle up.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
MOS ESPA, TATOOINE
OBJECTIVE I: BOONTA EVE CLASSIC

"Thank you for banking with the First Bank of Nar Shaddaa . Your account has been successfully opened. We look forward to your continued patronage in the future."

Ronhar naturally had zero intention of trusting a band of thieves and criminals with his hard earned credits, but he did have a vested interest in winning this race. That was why, as much as it had pained him, he had wired 10,000 credits to the Black Sun. After all, if he was going to attempt to sabotage the frontrunner of the race, he needed to make sure that they wouldn't interfere with his attempts. If anything, his small "donation" to the bank had actually enabled him to do something particularly nasty.

That was what that coded message was about: confirmation that the Holodroid piloting an exact copy of Eaton Waters 's Podracer was currently en route to attack him and hopefully take him out of the race, one way or another. With luck, that Holodroid would then be able to assist Ronhar for the rest of the race, assuming it didn't crash or get destroyed. With the amount of credits that Ronhar had "invested", he certainly hoped he would get his money's worth.

But all that would be useless if Ronhar himself didn't get going. Now on Leg 3 of the Boonta Eve Classic, Ronhar was going to have to make up some serious ground if he wanted to have any chance of winning this thing. Ronhar flipped some switches on the control panel of his TIE Podracer, getting ready to activate his vehicle's booster function. He just had to wait for the right moment to pop the Injectrine, since this particular leg of the race was rather windy and one false move would send him crashing into the walls of the canyon.

As Ronhar rounded the corner into the Laguna Caves, he decided that that would be his best opportunity. Slamming his Booster Meter switch forward, Ronhar rocketed forward, accelerating at an alarmingly fast pace as he tried to overtake the current leader of the race. At the very least, the damage that his Podracer had suffered didn't seem to be slowing him down in the slightest, but the fact that he was now exposed to the elements with nothing in between him and his now shattered cockpit viewport did worry Ronhar somewhat.

Still, now wasn't really the time for him to worry about that. He had a race to win after all, and the only thing he needed to focus on was not crashing!

TAGS:
Das
Eaton Waters
Jericho Dragr
Kivah
Kurt Korrado

Spoiler: Shennigans

The Holodroid I sent after Eaton Waters is my sabotage attempt and the Injectrine boost is my cheat attempt!

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[Jericho Dragr]

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OBJECTIVE 1:
BOONTA EVE CLASSIC

The blasted sandstorm was another pain in the afterburners. Jericho knew luck just wasn't on his side today. Beginner's luck never applied to races. He chuckled to himself; he did find it rather amusing after all. Certainly nothing to be upset over. Hardly anyone ever won their very first podrace. And he was having fun, despite all the mishaps. And if he really thought about it... How many people could say they got to race a pod through a sandstorm on Tatooine? That alone would be bragging rights amongst his brethren.

But first, he had to get through it. The pod was built to withstand snowstorms, so it should theoretically be fine in a sandstorm, but they weren't exactly the same. Sand just was not something one could test against on Kestri. His vision was fine. His systems could easily use alternate methods of sight. It was a matter of keeping the engines clear and running and battling against the raging wind. And though he was technically exposed, his armor kept the sand off his skin.

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And, surprisingly, it seemed lucked had decided to smile on Jericho. He found a break in the storm and guided his racer through. Seemed the next leg would be a breeze after all, though he could not tell where the other racers were at the moment. Maybe he wouldn't finish last after all!

Spoiler

Unbeknownst to Jericho, his brother Sahan Dragr had paid off sabotage to all the other racers, and help Jericho out a bit, in whatever manner Black Sun found befitting. It was nothing personal, it was just that Sahan knew how the Black Sun operated. You had to grease a few palms in order to get any kind of fair shake. Even then it was iffy. It was Sahan's way of levelling the playing field. So, it technically wasn't cheating. More like counter-cheating. Either way, he had no intention of telling Jericho, if he could help it.

 

[Das]

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

​

In the (relative) safety of the Boonta's third leg, Das felt like she could breath. Not well enough to drop her mask and goggles, but any amount of respite from the sandstorm was good enough for her. She whipped her speeder through some tight turns, but the Laguna Caves turned out to be a rather breezy straight shot. Here, she could clear her head as she eased into a comfortable pace that afforded enough room to react should the walls close in or cut hard one direction or the other.

Several places had changed back there in the storm. Some racers who were behind her were now in the lead, and vice versa. Damn. But she didn't let the place swapping get her down; as much as she liked winning, there was still plenty of fun to be had as the loser. Someone else would be dipping into the winnings to buy drinks, for example.

Das grinned to herself, but she didn't wear the expression too long.

Tusken Ridge marked the end of this leg, and it was probably more dangerous than the sandstorm. These guys—or are they things?—have rifles. The sand was awful, but at least it doesn't shoot at you...

Tags:
Eaton Waters | Kivah | Kurt Korrado | Jericho Dragr | Ronhar Tane​

 

[Tales of the Underworld]

BLACK SUN SYNDICATE
BOONTA EVE CLASSIC

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The crowd screamed without cessation as the racers zoomed through the third leg of the Boonta Eve Classic and neared the final stretch. For many, the finish line was within sight. For others, they never made it farther than Tusken Ridge.

"Alright, folks!" the alien announcer called. "These racers have made it through some dangerous bends, deadly terrain, a massive sandstorm, and a band of angry Tusken Raiders!"

"That's right! All they need to do now is survive the Coil and Chute. Then, it's the homestretch run across the Hutt Flatts back to Mos Espa Arena!"

If it was even possible, the screaming intensified.

The Flatts were usually where most racers tried cheating or sabotaging the others. In a squeaky-clean star system, such acts would be met with nosy investigations, law enforcement, fines, and even arrests; here on Tatooine, playing dirty wasn't just the norm, it was expected. In the stands of Mos Espa Arena, bets were placed and credits were put on the line.

Odds were looking good for Eaton Waters as he entered the fourth leg, but he did so with an anomaly on his tail—a spitting-image duplicate of not only his form, but his craft, too! Following close behind was Das , the green-haired teen from Denon, and the Mandalorian known as Jericho Dragr . Last but certainly gaining speed was the Imperial, Ronhar Tane .

The crowd would notice the holographic faces of Kivah and Kurt Korrado go from blue to grey, and rather than fear for their lives, even more bets were placed: did they die in the sandstorm, get sniped by a Tusken, crash into the canyon wall, or simply sneak out of the race when no one could see?

So many questions, thoughts, and possibilities. But one reigned above the rest: who would win the 902 Boonta Eve Classic?

Spoiler: Podrace Dice Rules

• The Boonta Eve Classic (902) is a single-lap race consisting of four legs
• Each leg, roll 1d6
  • If you're using Discord dice, please link a screenshot of your roll (or use the dice bot in the BSS server!)
  • If you're using Chaos dice, no need to link; we will see it at the bottom of your post
• The results of your rolls will be added together. The winner will be the racer with the highest total number at the end of the race
  • If there is a tie, a tiebreaker lap will take place (four more rolls) to determine the winner
• GRAND PRIZE: The winner will receive 50,000 UCs and x1 custom podracer/speeder/speederbike submission of unique quality, to be made by BSS staff

Spoiler: Racetrack

Spoiler: Racer Placements

Racer	Leg 1	Leg 2	Leg 3	Leg 4	Final Total
Das	2	2(+1)	4		9
Eaton Waters	4	4(+1)	4	(-2)	13
Jericho Dragr	1	3(-2)	6		8
Kivah	3	1(-2)	???		2
Kurt Korrado	6	1(-2)	???		5
Ronhar Tane	1	3(-2)	4		6

Tags: Das | Eaton Waters | Jericho Dragr | Kivah | Kurt Korrado | Ronhar Tane​

 

[Eaton Waters]

Doing alright here. The air was dry but the focus was there. Was it something that he had learned from anything but his life as a sailor and then a thief? The world got busy, it got loud. But if you focused strictly on what you were doing? One could get through nearly everything.

Pulling out of Tusken Ridge, he was on what he felt was the home stretch. Looking around as he hit The Coil he saw something he wasn’t expecting… himself? A deep breath and he shook his head.

No, he was seeing himself. That was not good. Force message? Was this his sister’s doing? Some Jedi?

Keep it together, Eaton. Riding with what he could only say was his ghost, he was fighting it through the Chute, pulling his attention off the race. But that was when he saw it.

The Flats. Tightening his grip, a deep breath, one more look at the him and he pushed the throttle.