Osiris Thul
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Duke Osiris lowered his blast visor after taking a power lance from one of his house's squires. Difficult to balance all that armor astride a swoop bike without practice. He couldn't hear another engine across the tilting field over his own durasteel steed's temperamental roars. That would change soon enough. Although their top acceleration was limited these competitions did not lack risk.
Starting banners waved and Thul felt a squire thump on the swoop chassis. He throttled up enjoying the sudden rush of exhilaration that accompanied being launched into a near collision course at high speeds. It required deceptive strength to lower the heavy lance into an attack posture. Timing was everything in a joust. Enough variables to challenge even his Jedi training. Osiris struck in the blink of an eye, blasting the rival knight off their speeder with a low charge as he passed.
Smoking armor tumbled but after a few seconds the knight groaned and tried to sit up. House Thul's master slowed down enough to toss his lance into the hands of a squire, lifting the blast visor back up as he did so. His eyebrows arched at the sight of a most unexpected new spectator. Duke Osiris took a victory lap around the tilt before cutting engine power and dismounting. He bent down on one knee.
"Your Majesty, this is a rare honor."