Phun and Games [OS Dominion of Phu]

[Setzi Lunelle]

1/20​

Phu is a planet located in the Colonies, which is home to the Phuii also known as the Bardottans. The terrain is primarily canyons and misty cliffs, but for an inexplicable reason the Phuii like games, sports, cards, and gambling, so the planet has become a tourist attraction for the galaxy's populace who enjoy recreation. Of course, the One Sith style of recreation includes pillaging, looting, burning, maiming, torturing and seizing. But if that isn't isn’t your cup of tea (and if it’s not shame on you!), the frivolous and whimsical atmosphere of podracing can provide a nice distraction.

The Super Phun Galaxy Classic is the most highly anticipated pod race of the year on Phu. The prize? 750,000 credits and the esteemed title of Super Phun Champion. The favorite to win? A Phuii native named Walka Shar, who was sponsored by Morpho Sports Complex owner, Tmoxin Temi of the Techno Union. Embedded in the deep canyons of Phu, half of the difficult race track took place among jagged, red rocks and tunnels, and the other half was in a rundown metropolitan area nearby. Racers would need to complete the course, avoiding hazards like sharp turns, obstacles and fellow racers.

Of course, while eager and joyous Phuii would celebrate the annual race, the One Sith would be rapidly descending to the planet to unequivocally conquer the planet. Even the race itself would not be immune from members of the Sith wanting to cause mayhem or sabotage.

Dominion Objectives

Spoiler

Objective A: Seize the Guo Mines
In the heart of the Phu canyons there is valuable ore and gem quarries. Seize the Guo mining station which is operated by a Phuii foreman named Qi'wak. It’s your assignment to storm the mines, takeover operations, install a new foreman, raid and pillage the area for wealthy gems and other treasure. As with any semi-desert planet, large dust storms can roll through at any time and in recent years, Pru has experienced some of the worst ones in its history. At any point in time a crippling, blinding dust storm will be sweeping through the area. Bring some emergency supplies just in case you get stuck there.

Objective B: Race in the Super Phun Galaxy Classic
(The Techno Union is providing IC opposition in this objective)
Phu is known as a gaming world. The recreation industry thrives here, including all of the galaxy’s most popular sports - swoopdueling, shock ball and pod-racing to name a few. A historic podrace is about to take place called the The Super Phun Galaxy Classic, which features the best podracers from the Unknown Regions to the Deep Core. Hapan executive, Tmoxin Temi’s Phuii podracers are among them. Sponsored by Morpho Sports Complex on Lok, she has brought (and bought) an elite Phuiin podracers to win the grand prize of 750,000 credits. Do you think you can beat the Morpho racer? Cheating, bribing the judges, murdering the competition and using the Force to give you the advantage is encouraged.

Objective C: Hunt the Phuii for Sport
Since gaming is a huge part of Phu, take part in hunting down any Phuii for sport. This three-toed dinosaur-like species can be found about anywhere on the planet, loping innocently along their way. Kill, capture or enslave them like you were on your own private Sith Safari.

Objective D: Do your own Sith thing.

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OOC thread to coordinate duels and racing opponent/s: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/72389-phun-and-games-ooc-for-os-dominion-of-phu/


[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Akatan Adasca"] [member="Zola"] [member="Leilani Paaie"] [member="Dietrich Klein"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: Whoever
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 0.05

What was one more podracer zipping through the canyon streets of Phu? When podracing formed such a crucial part of the planet's engagement with the 'verse as a whole, the vehicles were fething near ubiquitous. In pieces, under repair, fully or partially functional - you could get any kind of podracer or relevant component here on phu-slash-Bardotta. So the dingy duraplast nacelles of Jorus' racer excited no attention whatsoever as long as he chose his course properly.

And he was pretty fething good at choosing courses.

Above him, an ace in the sleeve, flew the cloaked freighter Gypsymoth. His longtime copilot Beyyr had the helm. The 'Moth was the evacuation ship; it was up to Jorus, on the ground, to find the Dagoyans near the rendezvous point. The racer also helped cover whatever noise or breeze the cloaked freighter might make.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Jorus Merrill"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The One Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Post: 1/20[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]If Merrill was about a ten on a scale of then when it came to choosing courses Rekali was probably a solid seven, maybe an eight on a [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]very[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] good day.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sam wasn’t a big member of the Underground, but Ember’s granddaughter was and family was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things. So when she asked for his help in some emergency operation he had come as quickly as possible -- quick enough to catch up with Merrill who pitched in what the situation was. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Sith at it again. Phu. Dagoyan Masters. They had heard of other Sith operations throughout the Galaxy, they usually didn’t leave any survivors and that was where the Underground came in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]So here he was. Trailing Merrill on the way to… wherever it was. Sad thing that the Fringe weren’t around anymore. Word had it there was an old understanding between the two, they probably could have directed them right to ‘em.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But whatcha gonna do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]All they needed to do was follow Jorus’ hot trail and hope he would get them where they needed to go, without a bunch of complications.[/SIZE]

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: Other Racers
Posts: [1/20]

Dietrich was lacking in many areas however, cheating and technology were two areas where Dietrich were not. Dietrich never liked playing fair. He of all people should understand that the world was not fair and anyone who thought so was either a result of a very sheltered upbringing or just a karking idiot. Either way, people like that are often not long for this world.

750 thousand credits was no petty cash so it was only natural that Dietrich had modifications made to his podracer to help him deal with his opponent or opponents. These modifications included a shield generator, light lasers and a set of high powered thrusters that was the lightest he could find but unfortunately they were a bit bulky. Should the modifications to the podracer prove insufficient, Dietrich had three DataPads mounted in the cockpit that would serve not only as screens for the cameras he had installed on the sides and back of the podracer but also as a means for him to slice should the need arise. In addition to this as a last resort, Dietrich had also brought 5 EMP grenades and 3 regular grenades.

Dietrich sat in the podracer as he waited for the opposition to arrive, analysing anyone who could be a potential opponent.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Race!
Allies: The White Racer (The Pod)
Enemies: Other racers
Location: The starting line
1/20
The white racer, snow colored suit. Mythos was unrecognizable in this crowded area as his helmet and suit kept his entire body covered. He could hear the whispers, "mystery racer" "is he a chiss?" "what is a chiss doing all the way out here?' All valid questions.

Truth be he was not a chiss and the reason why that was even a question was because of the symbol of house chaf upon the right side of his podracer and the obvious chiss design. He was going to race in the name of Sarvchi not Atrisia today. With a single wave of his gloved hand the crowd cheered his jump into the pod racer. Mythos was a great pilot, be it a speeder, podracer or ship he knew how to handle himself behind the wheel, yet apart from the rush and adrenaline of the race there was another reason he was here. He gazed at the cameras and galaxy wide broadcasting.

Would she see him? That was the only question in his mind. He was not just going to race, he was going to win, Sarchi was going to win the classic. She would have to raise an eyebrow then... if not well... It was still going to be a fun race he knew as much, the force would guide him and give him an extra edge in the race.

He activated the engines and repulsors. Ready for the go mark as the loud roar of the engines did little to mask to roar of the crowd that surrounded them.

 

[Eldaah Aderyn]

Objective: Do her own thing
Allies: None currently
Enemies: None currently
Location: Phuii gambling center

Post: 1/20

She hated games of chance, but she wasn't here to play. Some other Sith were participating in a race here, some taking the mines ... she had other plans and directives in her head. Sitting in a corner, mask and helmet on as always of course, she had deployed her probe droids around the establishment to locate a certain target.

Voices, with all manner of emotions flowed around her, but she was ignoring all of that as Probe Two located her target. A Phu had been identified as Force Sensitive and she had been sent to ... collect him and now there he was, sitting at a gambling table and most likely using the Force to cheat and win at cards. Such a waste of talent ... that would change though. That would definitely change.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 0.10

The Gypsymoth's cloak was hibridium-based, multi-bubble overlap, with a tiny periscope to compensate for the double-blind. Up there, Beyyr was flying in total darkness at noon, flying by the minimal visual and sensor data from the periscope. It was that periscope that allowed Jorus to communicate with his ship via his flight helmet's comm. Beyyr growled out a status update: one of Alec's cousins or something was on his way as backup. No comm contact with him yet, though, not on the periscope or via Jorus' encrypted helmet comm. It had a range of a good fifty klicks. The Underground middleman had assured Beyyr that this Rekali could get that close, but details were sketchy.

The Dagoyan Masters would be, ideally, waiting in a cliffside cavern. Jorus had the funny feeling that the Gypsymoth was going to play host to a metric fethton more warm bodies than just the half-dozen Masters. What kind of spiritual leaders would leave their acolytes, to say nothing of their children? The 'Moth was specced for indefinite transport of four crew and six passengers, but a hundred fifty tons' worth of cargo hold had been temporarily converted to hold more. That space would probably wind up getting used. Like a sardine can.

The podracer skimmed along a cliffside dirt road, a good hundred metres above the bottom of a canyon.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: None
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 2/20

Tmoxin Temi, sponsor of Walka Shar, a female Phuii and reigning champion of the Super Phun Galaxy Classic, strode over to Shar's pod to wish her luck before the race. The Phuii was a near-celebrity on the planet - images and posters of her were everywhere, and she carried 10-3 odds of winning the title again. The long-necked alien only spoke Huttese, so a protocal droid was nearby to facilitate conversation between the two.

Flanked by Mirari bodyguard droids, wearing oversized sunglasses to protect her brown eyes from the sun, Tmoxin spoke to the Phuii: "If you win this race, Morpho will sponsor you on a galaxy tour, all expenses paid. I have faith in you, Walka," she said. Phuii merely nodded and grabbed the controls of her pod. She wasn't used to all of this fanfare, nor this sponsorship by important galaxy figures. All she wanted to do was race along the track which made her famous. She knew every inch by heart and could run the course blindfolded.

A klaxon sounded a warning, so Tmoxin quickly took her place in a climate controlled VIP booth, where a bottle of champagne was uncorked and another more expensive bottle sat chilled in ice for when Walka made it over the finish line first.

The pods were lining up. In only a few minutes, the race would begin...

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Objective: Have Some Fun Racin'
Allies: Custom Kitevge Pod
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] || [member="Lord Mythos"] || [member="Dietrich Klein"] ||
Gear: Casual Attire + Mandalorian Helmet & (x2) S7 Straight Shot

Post: 1/20

Kyber had just finished prepping his scrapheap of a pod with a fresh coat of green paint before topping it off with a fancy little tribal design from his home village in Kashyyyk in white. He was proud of his work and what he had accomplished in so little time. His pod definitely wasn't the biggest nor was it the most menacing, but there was no doubt that it was the fastest. With pure speed and agility in his mind Kyber fitted only the barebones of armor plating on this bad boy, focusing mainly on sustained power. That meant intakes galore. To keep this compact beasts cooled he needed cool air intakes and exhausts fitted on each engine in multitude, not to mention the engines on the cockpit itself. A little added bonus he fitted were retro boosters and fine steering boosters on the sides of his engines and pod. The pod itself wasn't even like most others, taking a leaning forward approach like some of the more power-oriented speederbikes instead of a recined one.

Last but not least Kyber gave the pod a special fine-tuning to protect against any foul play. See, the pod wasn't managed at all by an internal computer, the whole thing was manual meaning that all an EMP would do is give it a stall before his safeties kicked in and bring it right back into working order. Obviously if people were going to use EMP's Kyber wasn't safe by himself in there, so he made sure to don himself with both his blaster pistols just in case. He didn't wear any armor, however, not wanting to reduce speed. The only 'armor' he had on was his Mandalorian helmet, to protect his head from sunlight and enemies alike.

As he waited at the starting line he brought a paper version of the map out of his pocket and stuck it right to his dashboard, going over it in ink with the best routes, likely dangers, as well as and areas enemies may be hiding or foul play might ensue. After finishing up with that he heard the warning horn and got himself in position and ready to start the race...

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: B
Allies: ?
Enemies: [member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Posts: [2/20]

'How fascinating' Dietrich thought as he saw Walka Shar approach her podracer. Shar was a celebrity on Phu, and had a reputation for being a damn good racer. 'This is going to be quite an interesting race,' Dietrch thought to himself.

The other opponent to show up was Kyber Saluura. Unfortunately there was not much information about him except for his age and that he was raised by wookies in Kashyyyk. Dietrich looked over to Kyber's podracer and then turned his attention to one of his DataPads in an attempt to hack into his podracer. However, to Dietrich's disappointment and annoyance, it was not managed by a computer. Kyber was a problem Dietrich needed to deal with as soon as possible.

Dietrich put his helmet on, the race would be beginning shortly. His helmet was a basic one, nothing special save for the RevoTech logo on the side. To ensure his standard issue military blaster was working properly, Dietrich fired three shots towards Kyber's podracer. "Good," Dietrich muttered to himself when the blaster fired smoothly. Dietrich then turned on the shield generator and reached down to ensure he had brought the standard issue military sniper rifle he had purchased off a vendor on a HoloNet.

Dietrich was ready, DataPad in hand, he didn't care about speed, he just wanted to relieve his opponents of their vehicles for an easier victory.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: Money
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Opponents: Xenophobia
Post: 1/20

Phu was brighter than he had expected. A sort of irritating brightness, he wondered whose idea it was to have a race here. Could they not find something closer to pastel or earthen? This glaring orange, it was insulting. He even had to wear sun glasses, blocking out vision of his light violet eyes. That was fine, most people weren't worthy of making eye contact with him. It was an aggression thing, he had plenty to go around. For the meek, that could be off putting. And off putting was bad for business.

But he had purchased tickets to the VIP booth, the only place he truly belonged. And even then, it felt a bit unsettling. There was dust in places it shouldn't be and while the climate was controlled, it was a tad bit too warm for him. He regretted the suit of silver gray, platinum blond hair held back in it's own luscious waves. The sort where women can't decide if they're jealous or hungry. Not that he cared, he was here for business. Always for business, never for anything else. Opening up the gold case, he popped a tablet between his teeth, feeling his eyes dilate in immediate response to the stimulant.

"Sir, have you made any bets?"
​"Who said you could talk to me?" He held his hand against his chest, offended. Scoffing, he looked around and no one seemed to be offended. Plebeians. Pulling out credits, he handed them to the man. "Put it on the pretty one."
"Umm, I don't do bets."
"I said..." He glared. "The pretty one." Where there pretty pod racers? Probably not.

Looking around, the crustacean scurrying off to place the bet, Akatan looked around. At least he better be, money was money. He spotted a woman sitting, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. Tilting his head, he approached. "I'm sorry, the VIP section is a bit more...populated than I had hoped. Would you mind if I sat?" He waved to the seat next to her.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 3/20

After the warning klaxon sounded, all of the racers lined up at the starting point. The crowd roared. And with a bang, the race had begun!

"Annnnd theiirr off!" said the Super Phun Galaxy Classic announcer. Walka Shar, the Huttese-speaking Phuii native roared ahead in her sleek, souped up pod, quickly taking the lead. She zipped into the canyons as though she had built the dusty, red rocks with her own three-fingered hands. She had this one in the bag already.

Tmoxin was pleased as her racer pulled ahead of the pack. Watching on a holo-monitor, the Hapan was engrossed in the race and sipped champagne. Until a young, blonde haired man sat beside her with the tentative countenance of "is this seat taken?" She nodded and he sat. The Hapan executive pushed her over-sized sunglasses to the top of her head. The sun had brought out her freckles, and a flush of alcohol-fueled redness blossomed on her pale cheeks.

And by the maker, at least someone around here spoke Galactic Basic.

"Of course, please sit," she said, welcoming the newcomer with a glass of champagne.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Race
Allies: The White Racer
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Location: Race Track
2/20
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hv5iRQuHzw
Mythos punched his racer as soon as the mark was hit and the instant burst of ion engines send his back slamming against the white leather chair. High tech screen lit up as his racer screamed past the awesome track. Engines on full throttle Mythos banked left and pulled the right thruster aligning perfectly behind the pack leader and closing in speedily.

He was concerned with only one thing. Speed.

He fell fully into the force, his muscles relaxing and tightening repeatedly as he clicked the buttons beside his handle and engaged the after burners multiplying the speed of the white racer and steering hard to the left aiming at the gap in the next corner to pass the lead and get to first place. What the white racer lacked in acceleration it made up in top speed, Mythos built it using special formula prototype parts scavenged from black market contacts, what resulted was a highly unstable, highly illegal ion engine that overclocked in a repeating rotatory overdrive.

It sounded like several tie-fighters next to each other flying by, the sound of the flimsy yet well built parts were drowned out in Mythos' ears due to the extreme scream of the Twin Ion engine. His body pressed hard against the seat as the speedometer over blew out of control and warning sounds glared off inside the cockpit. Overheat was close, yet Mythos punched the racer harder and faster at the coming curve aiming at the wall and his hand firmly gasping the popper breaks. His timing would have to be perfect, seconds before he hit the wall he would hit the poppers and the racer would use the shallow hill as a ramp and jump over the lead smashing down at full speed.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: Money
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Opponents: Xenophobia
Post: 2/20

Polite, but not Arkanian. Shame. He smiled in response to her manners, a measure of etiquette he didn't expect. Even in the VIP booth, one of prestige and leisure could expect only so much. But she got a smile, what more could she want! Sitting down, he took the champagne in hand and took a drink. No need for smelling, the bubbly took out the character. Soda pop of wine, he drank but didn't expect much. It was alright. But more importantly, he watched behind tinted shades as the woman was entranced in the sports event.

Call him a bigot, but he didn't quite expect that. Not because she was a woman, presumably, but because she seemed on a different station from those who would take to gambling. Beneath the lot, he smiled with the show of just a bit of teeth at the surprise. He liked being surprised, so long as it wasn't something that impacted him negatively. Good surprises were good. Bad surprises were astronomically bad and needed immediate correction.

Looking up towards the screen, he tried to figure out what was going on. Turning to the woman, he laughed, feigning some sort of embarrassment. Akatan, embarrassed? Banish the thought. "I'm sorry...could you help me with something?" He turned back to the screen and gesticulated towards it. "I bet on the pretty one but from these angles, I can't seem to make out which one that is."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 0.15

The podracer skidded around a bent cliff outcropping. Its repulsors clung to the dirt precipice, barely. To his chagrin, Jorus was reminding himself of the old parable about hiring shippers for the Kessel Run. How close can you get, was the interview question. Fourteen parsecs, thirteen - but you don't hire those men, not if the stuff needs to get where it's going. You hire the guy who stays as far from the black hole as he can. Words to live by, in ethics and in shipping, and he'd used the analogy as Master of First Knowledge. But when it came time to put the principle into practice, he was steering far too close to the edge.

He decelerated by a cave mouth on the cliffside. The rendezvous point - but not a soul in sight. And yet his gut said this was the place to be.

He eased the podracer into the cave and signaled for the 'Moth to touch down on the shelf just outside. The cloaked freighter moved to land, and out came [member="Samael Rekali"], visible in an instant. Presumably there'd been some kind of rendezvous while Jorus had been managing the pod.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 4/20

Walka Shar ignited her pod engines, and she was off. In the lead, but quickly she was overtaken by the White Racer.

---

Meanwhile... Tmoxin assessed her new visitor. She didn't need to gamble today like some plebian. She owned the front-runner of the race. There was no need to purchase anything more. She only needed to watch and wait. And enjoy the fruits of her labor.

And this man besides her, she was sure he was pestering him for odds on the race or something similar. He probably had a high stakes bet on the Super Phun Galaxy Classic. Too bad, Walka Shar was going to win.

"My dear," Tmoxin said, sipping her champagne. "The prettiest racer is the one who is going to win. Clearly my racer," she said, with a quick glance of the VIP booth, a territorial look in her eyes.

 

[Akatan Adasca]

Objective: Money
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"]
Opponents: Xenophobia
Post: 3/20

"Is that the case?" He said with a smile, looking back to the screen. He squinted, looking for the headers above the cars indicating their names. Blast, he had most assuredly lost his money. From the speed of things, Walka Shar was doing extremely well. Too bad it wasn't a pretty creature. Unless his little pay roll lackey enjoyed that side of gnarly phuii, which...gross. He shook his head, mentally, as a gesture to himself of his own disdain for that particular species. Not even close to Arkanian.

Smiling, he facially shrugged and sipped the soda pop. "Too bad for me I suppose." Was it? He threw away the credits, assuming his bet didn't win. He didn't really need the money. When you are bathing in, can you really notice when a few drops leak out from the crack in the porcelain tub. Nevertheless, he smirked as he turned back to the projection of the race. It was a dirty sport, he thought, with all that dust and mud flinging around. Big zappers of energy through fuselage, strung together with what looked like twine. Awful dangerous, not the sort of predicament he'd put himself in. Just imagine the headline. Noble member of the Adasca family killed in podracer accident, more at 9. He shuddered at the thought.

Moving the champagne to his other hand, he held his out to the woman gingerly and lackadaisical. "Akatan Adasca, of Adascorp. Pleasure."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Objective: Evacuate the Dagoyan Masters
Allies: [member="Samael Rekali"]
Enemies: The One Sith
Post: 0.20

Jorus' boots hit the floor of the cave. The podracer shifted as its last bits of momentum wound down, and he stepped away from the idling beast. A glowrod illuminated the chamber. It led deeper, and there were footprints, but he couldn't see a soul. With a grimace, he knelt and picked up a pebble, then chucked it back out the mouth of the cave. It vanished with a dull 'tink' sound as it entered the cloaking bubble and rapped against the Gypsymoth's canopy: a prearranged signal that something wasn't right. He exchanged a glance with Samael.

Jorus drew Taralkaar, hyperlight dancing around the narrow blade, and pressed into the cave on foot. His gut still said this was the right place, though all he saw was a row of abandoned crypts with no special darkness about them.

Not knowing why, he stepped sideways abruptly. Air puffed beside his cheek, a burst of powder splattered on a stone wall, and a pebble skittered as an invisible foot struck it.

He knew the history: the Frangawl cult had been wiped out more than once, most recently by the Lords of the Fringe in hopes that the Dagoyan would share their arts. That, and because the Fringe had stolen the Frangawl artifacts that turned human sacrifice into a viable Force Drain ritual. The Frangawl could go invisible, and use strange powders to knock out their victims. They'd been known to prioritize Dagoyan Masters as targets. Jorus' cybernetic eyes searched the crypt and found nothing.

"Feth."

 

[cheshire_kitty]

Objective: Win the race
Allies: N/A
Opponents: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Lord Mythos"] | [member="Kyber Salurra"]
Posts: [3/20]

Dietrich’s podracer was neither the fastest nor much superior to the one of his rivals in many ways; however, a fair victory was not what he aimed for. By the end of the race, the track was going to be littered with remnants of his rivals and if everything goes smoothly – Dietrich will cross the finish line with no rivals remaining. In preparation for this race, Dietrich had put together a program to autopilot his podracer and dodge any obstacles that may appear in front of him so that his hands would be free to sabotage the other racers. Unfortunately, this left him vulnerable to attacks from the each side and behind but switching from autopilot to manual was simple for Dietrich.

Dietrich’s racer sped off on as the lights lit up indicating for the race to begin. Once Dietrich ensured his autopilot program was running smoothly, he opened up an app on his DataPad and started typing away, trying to hack into the computer of Walka’s podracer.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Objective: Win the Super Phun Galaxy Classic for Morpho Sports Complex
Allies: [member="Akatan Adasca"]
Opponents: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dietrich Klein"]
Post: 5/20

When Mr. Adasca tossed away his credits like a candy wrapper, Tmoxin gave him a quizzical look. To throw credits away like that meant one thing - he was filthy rich. Suddenly the race faded to the background, her interest piqued by the businessman. The roaring of the crowd suggested Walka Shar was still in the lead, but she couldn't be sure. Taking another sip of champagne, Tmoxin pressed a button and a serving droid whirred over with appetizers.

"Adascorp," said the Hapan executive. "I apologize. I'm not familiar with that name. What is it that you produce?"

She wondered if he knew who she was. Tmoxin wasn't fond of plastering her own face directly next to her company logo. But she and Morpho Sports Complex were the biggest sponsors of the race today. And if he wasn't aware of that, he would find out very soon.