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[Adelle Bastiel]

Sundari
Tags: Racers

Adelle still wasn’t sure how she let herself get talked into this. She guided her Halberd-441 to the starting line, heartbeat loud in her ears. Contests and challenges never worked out for her so why was she trying to race? Publicly, at that. Phantom she had safely set in the stands, asking her clan sister Ruusan to watch over the spukami.

Ruusan had, of course, teased her about the ending of the race and that Aselia could help celebrate or console as needed.

Her new girlfriend lined up next to her, red and black armor on the red and black BARC speeder bike, looking almost predatory in the harsh lights of the track. A bit of pride warmed her heart, even as she fought to settle her nerves. Adelle offered a small nod and faced the hovering droid that floated, its signal red and steady. The light slowly began to blink then grew faster as it turned yellow. Adelle leaned forward, tensing as she waited for the next change.

Green.

Adelle hit the acceleration, eyes and focus on the track ahead.

 

[Siv Kryze]

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SUNDARI​

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Siv Kryze did not come to Sundari for celebration.

The war in the Outer Rim was done—at least for now. The fires had burned, the enemies had broken, and the silence that followed should have been peace. He did not trust it. Peace dulled warriors. Slowed reflexes. Softened instinct. And Siv had not survived this long by allowing himself to grow comfortable in the quiet.

So he stood at the starting line instead.

The B&W-17 Racing Swoop beneath him thrummed with restrained violence, its frame sleek and unforgiving, a machine built for those who understood that speed was not freedom—it was responsibility. His gloved hands rested steady on the controls, posture low, composed, as if the chaos around him had already been accounted for.

His gaze shifted, briefly. To the competition.

He recognized some by stance alone. The way they held themselves told more than armor or name ever could. Some leaned too eagerly into their machines, chasing the rush before it had even begun. Others were rigid, controlled—but tense. Afraid to lose more than they were willing to risk.

And then there were a few—

Measured.

One in particular caught his attention. Adelle Bastiel . The way she steadied herself, the tension in her posture not of fear, but of discipline trying to overcome it. That mattered more than confidence ever would.Siv said nothing, but he noted her. Not as an opponent. As someone worth watching.

His focus returned forward as the droid hovered into view, the red light casting a glow across the line of riders. The noise of the crowd pressed in, distant and irrelevant. None of it mattered.

Only the moment. Only the control. A slow breath filled his lungs, then left just as steadily.

"This is how it starts," he murmured under his breath.

Not a race.

A test.

The light shifted.

 

[Tessa Thayne]

Jonah​

Enceri was alive in a way Tessa hadn’t seen before. It was one of a few places she’d made smuggling runs to and from as tension between borders had risen,slipping goods through them to help keep people’s livelihoods ticking over. Being unaffiliated with either party had made it easier to find things people needed, at the time, she would have said it was just easy money, but her rates had been far too low for that to be entirely true.

The smile that pulled at her lips was hidden behind her t-visor. Lanterns reflecting off the forest green beskar’gam as she moved through the crowd to meet Jonah, his black armour a stark contrast to the colour that was scattered throughout the market. He hadn’t exactly been thrilled at the suggestion of shopping, but seeing as he seemed to be developing a habit of putting them into tight cramped spaces without any of the fun, it was only fair she make him pay..

Tessa reached to pull her buy’ce off as she approached, shaking her hair free, the soft smile turning into a teasing smirk.

“I’m impressed. I was half expecting you to bail.” Her head tilted slightly. “You ready?”

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