Kelsie Sylvan
Tired Trigger Finger
It hadn't even started, and the crowd was already roaring.
Kelsie finished her last minute checks of the rig she'd be driving today -- it was the frame of a Strikebreaker repulsor vehicle, but those old things had been meant for riot control and police work. An odd choice for this particular event, but with the modifications she'd made, she boasted that her little transport was the best on the track today. She'd removed the passenger compartment and most of the cargo space, practically halving the speeder's size. Her crew for this one was small, anyways, they didn't need too much space; one of them would be hanging on to the rungs she'd installed on the outside of the speeder to repel boarders. With so much weight taken off the Strikebreaker, plus the modifications she'd made to the repulsors, they'd be able to keep pace with any other rig on the track. Of course, it wouldn't be complete with a whack load of weapons, a Tibanna-X afterburner, and a few other tricks she'd built for this job.
Kelsie had bet on herself, of course, but due to being rather new to this particular sporting event, the odds weren't entirely in her favor. Still, the appearance fee and winnings from podium placements were enough to set someone up for a long time. That was ignoring the potential... occupational hazards that came with participating in this event.
People from across the galaxy had gathered for the 4808th -- 4809th? -- Jervo's World Battle Car race. Despite the current influence of the Alliance over Pantalomin, this particular potentially-fatal sport was still in practice and had been for years. Tons of people came to Jervo's World for the swoop racing, of course, but there was something a little more exciting about the battle cars. Guns galore, boarding battles, all with the enormous different environments on the Jervo's World circuit. There was nothing more exciting. For the racers, the potential payoff for this race was enough for most not to think too hard about the potential risk of losing their lives.
Still, Kelsie was careful, so she'd bought a fair bit of equipment for her crew: blaster-protective vests, harnesses to stay on, and a few other bits and bobs. She stepped out of the speeder and into the pit where her team was waiting. "You lot ready to win this?" She grinned to them all. "Look at this team! We're gonna do great."
Feel free to join however you see fit! Spectator, Kelsie's crew, another team, whatever you want! Throughout the race I'll be throwing in information about the track, but if you want to spice things up, go for it!
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