Captain Ash
TARIS
Jerec Asyr
Coren Starchaser
Gren Blidh
Milla Kryst
Okkeus Dainlei
Aeson Keel
"We are here for the penultimate leg of the first inaugural Imynusoph Run!" Aeshi said into the holocam over the cheers of the crowd. "This leg and the final stretch are the last two chances for the lagging racers to make up their lead. At this point, there's less than a twenty-hour gap between the lead racers and those near the rear."
She paused for emphasis as the crowd around her waved and cheered. They were in one of the main Taris spaceports on the upper levels of the city. A very urban world, it was the last stop before the long leg that ran up along the border between the New Imperial Order and the Sith Empire. While the previous leg had darted along a multitude of intergalactic borders, this one was running just behind the front lines.
"While twenty hours sounds like a lot, with this leg running along what has become a war zone, anything can happen. And in the final leg, that will be truly wild space along much of the length of the Tingel Arm, back behind the far border of the Sith Empire and their splinter governments. That leaves plenty of time for some folks to play catch-up, with some luck on their part."
While there were celebrations and revelries going on, they were more subdued than at Carida, given their rather precarious position and the uncertainty of flying through NIO territory, which had not spread that far when the race had been arranged. She'd heard rumors that several groups were planning on using the race as a basis to stage protests against the NIO-GA alliance. She didn't mind it, certainly, she'd be seeding the entire route with Underground relays if she were going that way. But it did make the situation rather precarious. Spacers were not known for their compatibility with imperial regimes.
"But for now, this is the last mostly secure leg of the race! After Ord Thoden, it will be true wild territory to travel through!"
She let the commentary die down and stepped away to where the ships awaited on their line. All around, neon signs began the ten minute countdown.
"Racers, prepare your engines!" The crowd yelled as they chanted out the minutes as they crept past. When the horn sounded, the racers would be free to launch.
Jerec Asyr
Coren Starchaser
Gren Blidh
Milla Kryst
Okkeus Dainlei
Aeson Keel
"We are here for the penultimate leg of the first inaugural Imynusoph Run!" Aeshi said into the holocam over the cheers of the crowd. "This leg and the final stretch are the last two chances for the lagging racers to make up their lead. At this point, there's less than a twenty-hour gap between the lead racers and those near the rear."
She paused for emphasis as the crowd around her waved and cheered. They were in one of the main Taris spaceports on the upper levels of the city. A very urban world, it was the last stop before the long leg that ran up along the border between the New Imperial Order and the Sith Empire. While the previous leg had darted along a multitude of intergalactic borders, this one was running just behind the front lines.
"While twenty hours sounds like a lot, with this leg running along what has become a war zone, anything can happen. And in the final leg, that will be truly wild space along much of the length of the Tingel Arm, back behind the far border of the Sith Empire and their splinter governments. That leaves plenty of time for some folks to play catch-up, with some luck on their part."
While there were celebrations and revelries going on, they were more subdued than at Carida, given their rather precarious position and the uncertainty of flying through NIO territory, which had not spread that far when the race had been arranged. She'd heard rumors that several groups were planning on using the race as a basis to stage protests against the NIO-GA alliance. She didn't mind it, certainly, she'd be seeding the entire route with Underground relays if she were going that way. But it did make the situation rather precarious. Spacers were not known for their compatibility with imperial regimes.
"But for now, this is the last mostly secure leg of the race! After Ord Thoden, it will be true wild territory to travel through!"
She let the commentary die down and stepped away to where the ships awaited on their line. All around, neon signs began the ten minute countdown.
"Racers, prepare your engines!" The crowd yelled as they chanted out the minutes as they crept past. When the horn sounded, the racers would be free to launch.
