Podrace PODRACE: The Korriban Breakneck (open to spectating and gambling)

[Ki'Ranna]

Location: Korriban Race Track, Leg 1-2 Support Area
Position: Supporting Jax Thio
OOC Roll: None, N/A as Support

Each leg of the track had an area designated for the crew or support personnel to occupy out of the way from the racers. In the worst case scenario of a crash you needed to be close at hand to have any hope of salvaging an otherwise horrific situation. Best case were momentary engine problems that could be fixed. Maybe you didn't come in first, but at least you weren't completely out, right?

Kira leaned back against her transport with her red eyes on the track waiting for the racers to narrowly missing on another in the merging. The Force would be with Jax, of that the young woman had no doubt. Death wasn't his fate today. As for everyone else, however, who could say?

With the batting of her eyes, Kira stood upright and turned her head to look behind -- away from the track.

A sharp backwards kick of her foot set a long shaft into the air from where it'd been clipped to the side of the vehicle. Kira whipped around and vaulted over her hovercar as her right hand snatching the length out of the air. Brow set and lips thinned, the young Force Sensitive darted across the sand toward another craft and its occupant.

The clueless victim was that of the track medic whose skills were too valuable to lose now. Their eyes widened in the believe they were the target before Kira leaped atop the back half of their transportation and to the dunes beyond. As her feet touched the treacherous soil once more, one end of the staff ignited into a short lightsaber-like blade. Kira twirled the pike in her hand as the young Tuk'ata drew near.

Who said pod-racing was boring?

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

Once again, Aktur Seii relaxed in the comfortable surrounds of his part-owned nightclub, reclined on an obscenely comfortable booth seat. He was dressed as typically as ever, in a finely made and pressed business suit, while he nursed another glass of fine liquor in one hand. The other casually scrolled through some data on a thigh-rested datapad, as he observed some stock exchange trends. His eyes shifted, as he saw the podrace begin on the holo-screen positioned central on the booth table, and he smiled as he stated:

"Ah, here we go."

Across from the crime lord were several individuals, who watched the same screen, shifted in their seats and prepared for the race. This time the individuals had placed side bets, all, and wanted to see who would come out on top. Aktur, for his part in the side action, was once again betting on the young redheaded humanoid from the last race - Kyra Perl - and he expected her performance to do equally well...

Until the vehicle smoked and stalled, when others raced away.

Hm.

The business associates chuckled and laughed, as their preferences soared ahead. Still, Aktur was unperturbed and waited patiently as he saw a mechanic working on the vehicle of Ms. Perl. Within short order, the redheaded racer shot out of the starting blocks and was in hot pursuit of the other racers.

"There we go," Aktur murmured as he watched the high angle of the track, enough to see the progress of all involved from high overhead via droid broadcaster. "Don't fail me now, not when you did so well last time..."

"You have a stake in this one, right, Aktur?" One of the associates said suddenly, as she looked over from a wine. "Sponsorship?"

"Indeed, GalaxiCorp is offering additional prize money," Aktur responded, with a nod, as he sipped the liquor from his own glass. "An additional five thousand credits to the winner."

"Oh? Is the podracing scene something we should look into?" Another sentient in the booth asked. "If you've taken interest, that usually means we should..."

"Perhaps. The racing organization is doing well establishing itself, but it remains to be seen if I can turn that to my personal benefit." The crime lord responded simply, his voice low and his dark eyes on the screen. "Yet, for GalaxiCorp, any opportunity for brand recognition is a good one."

The associates considered, then resumed watching...

Jorus Q. Merrill | Kyra Perl | Yula Perl​

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Location: Uhhhh
Podracer: Things are sketchy but we're still moving forward
Equipment: Crap, did I forget knee pads?
Partner: "Do you see what I see, Daiya ?!"

Spoiler: That was a close one

Sum of previous rolls: 40

As Cassus crossed the narrow canyon, rubble rolling down into the chasm and causing hazards, he began to slow down in an abundance of caution.

Not because of the threat of avalanches, but because he was beginning to see double. Or at least, that's what it appeared like as he entered the Ritual Circle of Darth Kwabhonga. It seemed as though dozens of races appeared whizzing past him as fog or dust swirled around him. There wasn't much in the world that put fear into the young Akovin's heart, but he knew you weren't supposed to go barreling through complicated terrain at hundreds kilometers per hour while tripping out of your mind.

"Daiya, are you seeing any of this?" He transmitted to his partner frantically.

Jorus Q. Merrill Eleena Salwa Kovacs Kyra Perl Yula Perl Okkeus Dainlei MA-F6R Slider Ki'Ranna Jax Thio Dani Stellaris Aryn Teth Koda Fett

 

[Daiya]

Spoiler

Previous Cassus Akovin roll: 8
Current Daiya support roll: 12

Her eyes were wider than seemed possible as Daiya scanned the racing field through her macrobinoculars. Her tension had relaxed once she saw Cassus' podracer emerge from the tomb. Now out of the canyon, the teen held her breath again as his pod began to slow down and weave a little too wildly.

"Seeing what, Cassus?" Daiya pulled the magnifiers away, squinting out towards the third leg of the track. She moved her face back against the macrobinoculars, holding the comlink up. "I just see you driving worse than me. And that's saying something."

Daiya's heart skipped a beat when she didn't hear anything from the boy. No snarky quip? No bashful admission? Something really was wrong with Pool Boy this time.

"I see you heading right for the column instead of the arch, does that help? Steer to your lef—no, your other left. That's it." Daiya still wasn't sure if he was pulling her leg, but the last thing she wanted to see was him going up in a fireball on a smelly Sith planet. At least, she thought it smelled.

"Alittlemore,alittlemore...aaaaaand you're through!"

 

[Jorus Q. Merrill]

Jorus hunkered down with the pit droids and kept dragging Eleena Salwa 's racer off the track.

"Better luck next time," he yelled back at the Twi'lek pilot. "You flew a damn fine race at the Ison Coathook, shame this one went sideways."

RACER	SUPPORT (you can still sign up)	FIRST LEG	SECOND LEG	THIRD LEG	FOURTH LEG	TOTAL
Cassus Akovin	Daiya (reroll used)	18	14	8->12
Kellum Velos	Dooc Beybey (reroll used)	16	18
Lawton Vega ( Kovacs )	none yet	16	12
Eleena Salwa	MA-F6R (reroll used)	4	6 -> 2	-	-	6
Dani Stellaris	none yet	fly you fools	fly you fools
Jax Thio	Ki'Ranna	10	16
Slider	none yet	15	3
Kyra Perl	Yula Perl (reroll used)	1 -> 19	2	5
Aryn Teth	Koda Fett	fly you fools	fly you fools
Okkeus Dainlei	none yet	15	fly you fools

 

[Kyra Perl]

Leg 3: Done.
The whole thruster broke off, leaving Kyra to drive in erratic circles that certainly would have gotten her killed if not for the fact that she was already in the back of the line.

"Yulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The frantic call over the calms reached no one, her support crew already gone to eat a corn dog.

"Oh for force's sake--" she ripped the wires from the console and let the whole cursed thing die where it stood. The race pit crew picked up on the signal and all rolled out, coming in to remove her and the useless heap from the race.

She hadn't stood a chance from the start. "It's sabotage, I'm telling you," was what she said to every pit crew that would listen. But they didn't care. The race went on and she walked back to the stands with red cheeks and chest full of embarrassment.

"Where's my damn sister?" Wisely, Yula was no where to be found.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Korriban, Jax's Podracer
Equipment: Galactic Alliance Pilot Suit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Ki'Ranna

(OOC: Dice Roll: 16 https://dice.virtuworld.net/?sides=20 )


From the monitor, Jax could see thrusters ready for another acceleration. Thankfully he managed to modify his Pod engines heavily in order to increased the thrust speed. That addition more than made up for his slow start, from the corner of his eye, Jax could see Kyra Perl 's thrusters going haywire causing her to spin violently out of control and out of the race. Poor girl.... Jax hoped she wasn't seriously hurt.

"Alright BB," Jax said beginning to accelerate his Podracer again. "That last minute mod has really been boon for me. Keeping pace with the leaders going into the last leg!"

<I need a 3rd place finish Jax!> BB-12 whirred. <Surely you're competent enough to get at least that!>

Jax smirked. "You know me," Jax said slowing his Podracer a bit while he took a sharp turn by some ancient Sith ruins. Though Jax suspected it was some blown-up building left over from the Stygnan Campaign judging by its more modern look. "I settle for nothing less than 1st place!"

As the racers came from the sharp turn, Jax performed another burst of acceleration trying to catch up with the leaders. The last leg was on the horizon and he needed to step up. It was now or never.

 

[Ki'Ranna]

Location: Korriban Race Track, Leg 2-3 Support Area
Position: Supporting Jax Thio
OOC Roll: None, N/A as Support

Ah, the Ritual Circle of Darth Kwabhonga said to be full of terrifying illuuusiooons. Was that the reason for Kyra Perl's spin out. Oh, yes, almost certainly. Nothing to do with anything Ki'Ranna had done. No, not nefarious, underhanded acts were wrought by her hand.

Though could they really be considered nefarious or underhanded? This was pod-racing. Kira wasn't a veteran of the sport, but the unwritten rules were pretty apparent. Like watching Wooks on Ice 'check' a Human into the wall. Whatever would the Wook team do with one of their own in the penalty box while the Human would be lucky if they could walk again?

Truly, the only regret Kira had was just how many more racers were still in the game -- and how many of them were ahead of Jax.

Maybe that was the illusion. There weren't any other racers. No, that'd be too easy. Though that did cause Kira to lean forward atop the hood of her hovervan. What if the track was the illusion? Some of those thick stone pillars could literally appear out of thin air. It would be difficult to meet Master if he were thin as a Sith's excuses and just as heated.

Just a little more, Kira thought as she slipped down to jump to the end and await the foretelling of Jax's fate. The finisher was certain to be a show what with everyone scheduled to literally plow straight into a dune. Interesting twist to the game that. Congratulations, you won -- oh, but you suffocated buried in a sand dune. Too bad. Guess the sponsors got to keep the prizes they'd dangled for their amusement.

 

[Kellum Velos]

Podrace: [1d20]=4
Leg 3

Kellum continued speeding ahead in his podrace, until he hit the ritual circle of Darth Kwabhonga. Upon reaching the circle however, Kellum found it was more than it seemed. Larger on the inside than the outside. Kellum veered left, right, left, and yet another left, slaloming around the ritual ground to avoid rocks, edifices, and horrible beasts. This diversion took time, precious time before Kellum realized what had happened. He had completed the circle.

"Oh kark it all " Kellum cursed before returning to the main track. He'd been passed by Cassus Akovin . There was significant ground to make up.

 

[Slider]

KORRIBAN CIRCUIT
Podracer: The Wheelhouse
OOC Roll - Leg 2: 4 (oof (again))​

Before entering the ritual circle, Slider was confident in his ability to overcome any illusions that may try to trick him. He knew about it beforehand, had prepared himself to not trust his senses, but let his memory of the track carry him through this leg. He even closed his eyes, not wanting to let visual mirages trick him into veering.

But he hadn't prepared himself for the overwhelming feeling of darkness that washed over him.

His bones felt cold as he piloted into the circle, as something sinister passed over the podrace. Slider felt his breath hitch, and his hands jiggle on the controls, veering him off course slightly. He had to open his eyes to course correct, and what he saw, he couldn't even begin to describe. Horrors that made him question... everything.

The Bereth-Aku didn't open his eyes again until he was out of the third leg, too far behind the other racers to even consider placing. But the reptilian racer maintained a stiff upper lip, determined to finish strong.

Slider would kick himself later if he didn't follow through.

 

[BB2]

Wrong Account, please ignore, or delete

 

[Dooc Beybey]

OOC support for Kellum Velos Kellum Velos
Re-roll for leg 3 : [1d20] = 8 (sorry I couldn't get ya more buddy)

Dooc was dangerous close to sober when he awoke ... in a pod racer

"Wa cha oue, cha bookie ooocei" (Where the feth am I) He said in his native language

Crawling out from some hidden compartment he saw the imposing figure of Kellum at the controls of the multi engine sled. Some might panic waking up in a one man pod, going at break neck speeds, with a meniscusing looking stranger. Dooc call it a Thursday and this was only the twenty seventh strangest situation he had woken up to.

Looking behind them he saw the trails of many races closing. Glancing up front he could make out only one.

"Woo eee cha a lolli" (Hey we are doing pretty good) he said to the driver complimenting his progress.

But second is not good enough. Dooc pondered if he could help. Looking at the engines before the pod he notice one had an energy modulator had saken loose and was sparking causing precious power and thrust to be lost.

"Too bookie oookie, ya ya if if gu snoka!" (You keep driving magic man, I got this) Docc said as he jumped out of the pod and on to the sparking engine.

The wind whipped through his fur as he pulled himself over to the flapping part. Pulling a roll of gaffee tape from his belt pouch and began securing the faulty modulator. Soon his work was done and the engine returned to full power helping Kellum speed forward and close some of the distance with Cassus Akovin Cassus Akovin .

"Woo chee lama ding ru hyruken ya susa linki" (Drive magic man, catch that jive turkey!) Dooc screamed while riding the engine like a bucking Bantha.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Location: Skidskidskrrrrrrt!
Podracer: Rapid deteriation imminent
Equipment: Uhhhhhh
Partner: "Thanks, Daiya , but I think my lucks run out..."

Spoiler: This'll be close!

Sum of previous rolls: 49

"Seeing what, Cassus?"
"I just see you driving worse than me. And that's saying something."
"I see you heading right for the column instead of the arch, does that help? Steer to your lef—no, your other left. That's it."
"Alittlemore,alittlemore...aaaaaand you're through!"

"Thanks, Daiya, not sure what was-" KRPRFFFFFFF-

"Kriff," Cassus rapidly saw sensors blinking and smoke rising, he still had forward momentum and was carrying into the fourth leg. Smoke billowed behind him, but he was being bombarded with vapors of a different kind emanating from the Tempting Oasis of Kaaash. Something did tug in his throat, looking for a drink in all of this hot oil-smelling air, it would have been refreshing to take a dip in the pool, but he was much too busy trying to keep his machine from rapidly disassembling. Maybe he'd take a dip after he prevented an unexpected total engine failure/explosion.

"Damn," He cursed again, as the straightaway to the Pillowesque Dunes of Darth Shiid, appeared after the bend. Luckily, some of the smoke from his podracer wafted and overpowered the vapors from the Oasis, giving him a clear enough place of mind to punch as much power as was available in his engines to power through the sandy ascent through the Dunes.

If he won all today, it would be through the sheer chance of crossing the finish line before his Podracer inevitably detonated...


Jorus Q. Merrill Eleena Salwa Kovacs Kyra Perl Yula Perl Okkeus Dainlei MA-F6R Slider Ki'Ranna Jax Thio Dani Stellaris Aryn Teth Koda Fett

 

[Kellum Velos]

Podrace: [1d20]=17
Total: 59

Kellum didn't quite remember how the Ewok Dooc Beybey got on his pod, but he was quite thankful the Ewok was there. The Ewok noticed a loose part on the port pod and, without a lick of hesitation, jumped into it and started applying some adhesive strips.

The Ewok had courage worthy of a swoop biker. Or a sith for that matter.

The fix helped Kellum considerably, stabilizing the engines and allowing Kellum to 'put the pedal to the metal' so to speak. The Tempting Oasis of Kaaash promised undeniable pleasures, but Kellum had steeled his mind after falling at the ritual circle. The minor vergence had little effect on Kellum, who pushed through the straightaway, past the finish line, and straight into the pillowesque dunes of Darth Shiid. Sand erupted as the pod collided.

It would take a moment for the sand to clear and places to be announced, but Kellum felt confident.

"You there you crazy Ewok?" Kellum called for Dooc. He hoped the bear was alright

Jorus Q. Merrill Cassus Akovin Kovacs Kyra Perl Yula Perl Okkeus Dainlei Slider Ki'Ranna Jax Thio Dani Stellaris Koda Fett Aryn Teth Eleena Salwa MA-F6R

 

[Dooc Beybey]

OOC: Ending the race, just having fun (as support to Kellum Velos )

"EEEeeeee CCCChhhhhaaaa Wwwwaaammmaaa!" Doc Screamed back in reply as sand kicked up from the massive engine blasted every inch of his body.

To night was not going to me fun, you think sand is tough to get out of swimming trunks, just imagine the amount of shampoo it is going to take to get it our of a meter tall furry body. But that would be for another day. He could here the pod racer they were chasing was close, he didn't know how close but they were in it to win it!

"CHABOOKEE YOI NOLA OKELEE!" (We got this magic man! Floor it!)

 

[Kovacs]

PERSONA: 'Lawton Vega', a REAL REBEL

Then came the SHTA-BAZUUN SACRIFICIAL STEPS. He shunted power from the engines into his repulsors, one of it was a bit wonky after the dreadfull fall. Last thing he wanted was to skid down the SACRIFICIAL STEPS and be stranded on Korriban. The passing was smooth as smooth as it could be on SACRIFICIAL STEPS. But if that was bad, the hairpin at the GREATER LEVIATHAN SLAIN BY SEYDON OF ARDA HIMSELF was just worse. How could a monster of such size exist and how in the galaxy could a single man with a sword best it?

Admiring the dreadful sight in wonder, 'Lawton' nearly understeered into the rising rock outcrops to the sides. He breaked softly giving enough gravitational grip to his speeder to steer out of the second leg and into the third.

Sand avalanched came crashing from above forcing him to move left, right, right, left and right again while willing the speeder to stay under the control of his hands. Since it's Korriban, that wasn't simply enough. Everything had to be extra. The RITUAL CIRCLE stood ominously up ahead until skantly-dressed figures of Zeltron and Twi'lek females materialized seemingly from nowhere.

The Leviathan was some work of wonder but this... this was a masterpiece. Beautiful. So beautiful he slowed down and nearly stopped. Leave a number and all that. That's what rebels do, right? Lover boy scoundrels and all that. He plucked a holocard from the inside of his jacket and was about to throw one to the convention of ladies when their arms lashed at him in the form of dark side tendrils.

He almost swallowed his tongue and hit the gas almost crying out for his mother. The 'rebel' barely caught the U turn adjacent to the Oasis, thinking he really needed some water to quen this thirst that someday may be the reason for his demise. The final stretch was coming up and with a few taps on his control sticks, he sent all residual power into the engines for the final stretch. A sandstorm picked up in his trail, leaving him blind right up to the finish line.

Slider Jax Thio Jorus Q. Merrill Cassus Akovin Kyra Perl Okkeus Dainlei Kellum Velos Eleena Salwa

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Korriban, Jax's Podracer
Equipment: Galactic Alliance Pilot Suit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Ki'Ranna

(OOC: Dice Roll: 17 https://dice.virtuworld.net/?sides=20 )


"Great," Jax muttered seeing his HUD showing his right engine starting to overheat. "I thought I told BB-12 to check the cooling system on that Pod!" He should have never trusted BB-12 with checking the Podracer, hell he should never have trusted him with anything ever again. The more the years pass, the lazier and more gluttonous BB-12 gotten. Now and days he's more concerned about gambling rather than helping prepare the Pod for the damn race!

The Jedi Master pressed the green button allowing the AI to auto repair the engine. The Podracer started to slow down a bit, but Jax still maintained pace. He weaved passed another racer his eye still watching his engine starting to cool down. Rapid beeps were heard in Jax's cockpit, looking at the monitor, Jax saw that the engine was successfully cooled off. Pressing a few buttons, Jax performed another burst of acceleration rushing the finish line. He was almost there......

 

[Ki'Ranna]

Location: Korriban Race Track, Finish Line
Position: Supporting Jax Thio
OOC Roll: None, N/A as Support

Kira drummed her fingers atop the hood of her vehicle. Video of the race track had her wondering who else had been working the pods. There hadn't been time to tamper with so many without being caught. Whoever it was -- or whatever deity felt like interfering -- they'd left Jax alone, which suited her fine.

As the pods swept into view for their last run for the race, she leaned forward to watch. Whatever happened next, the Master seemed on course to finish near the fore. It would be delightful if he came first -- little else would elevate one's mood so much -- but so near the front would at least keep him from feeling slighted. A welcome relief for Kira. Had he been forced out as some others had it would have made for an awkward introduction.

 

[Okkeus Dainlei]

Korriban Circuit
Podracer
Jorus Q. Merrill | Cassus Akovin | Kellum Velos | Kovacs | Eleena Salwa | Jax Thio | Slider | Ki'Ranna |
Dooc Beybey | Daiya | Kyra Perl

​

By the time his podracer landed by the next section of the route, the other racers seemed to be long gone.

Maybe it was the smarter choice to go through the tomb. But that wasn’t important right now. What was is trying to catch back up to all of them. Slamming the control knobs forward the podracer lurched forward with a grunt. That didn’t sound good.

Dropping down the staircase the Knight was greeted with an extremely tight corner. The force was not on his side with his reaction skills. Missing the first part of the hairpin the pod’s left engine skidded off of the cliff, along with the racer.

“Son of a…”

The curse was drowned out the sound of metal scraping against the cliff side. Large gashes were made on the engine and the pod, resulting in fluids shooting out everywhere.

Eventually the rest of the podracer heaved it’s way back onto the trap. Not without losing some important parts. The speed was defiantly decreasing, and he still had a lot of race left.

Continuing down by the canyon, the Knight started to see what avalanches the announcer was talking about. Rocks were falling left, right, and center. The pod zigzagged around most of them, only receiving a few more scrapes.

This was his last shot. Once he rounded the final corner the other racers started to appear. Jamming the accelerator forward the pod lurched once again. This time though it began to pick up more speed. Dust flew off of the pod along with a mixture of fuel, sweat, parts, and oil. The whole pod shook with each meter travelled.

Finally the podracer flew across the finish line, the repulsers finally giving out. Crashing to the ground, the Knight clung onto the crash webbing. After a few seconds of waiting the pod settled into the dirt.

Now that was podracing.

Spoiler: Rolls. I had to include the entire thing.

 

[Aktur Seii]

THE NEXUS
DENON

"Such a shame... your little redheaded racer has burned out." One of the associates said, Jes'ia the Corellian, as she sipped her drink. "Guess you didn't have as good a feeling as you thought? Should we question your business choice, too?"

Aktur glanced over, his brown eyes more akin to black, as he let out a smile. It wasn't wholly pleasant. The associate blinked and looked away, as she pretended to look over the club crowd. The crime lord, however, maintained the stare for just several moments longer, making the sentient sweat, and to remind her that such blatant familiarity was walking a fine line...

"Unfortunately, extenuating circumstances can result in unexpected changes," Aktur said in a silky smooth voice, as he inhaled and relaxed. He eased back on the chair and sipped his own drink, thoroughly aware of the unease of his associates. Which he enjoyed. "That said, if you aren't willing to back your decision in business - or anything, really - and crumple at the first sign of obstacle, you aren't suited for this line of work."

The crime lord of Crimson Dawn glanced back to Jes'ia, one eyebrow perked.

"And gloating can be amusing, enjoyable even I admit... so long as you don't provoke the wrong sentient. Check yourself."

Nonetheless, the race continued in earnest. From across the table, the other several associates of assorted species and homeworlds shifted, as though giving Jes'ia more space. It seemed they didn't want to be near the magnet for Aktur's ire, and was probably one of the most sensible decisions they could have made, in all honesty...

"Let's see who wins, hm?"

Jorus Q. Merrill | Kyra Perl | Yula Perl​