Kiskla didn't feel any sort of trepidation being in Fringe territory. Well, more realistically, she didn't feel any trepidation being in any territory. It's not that she was disrespectful, she was just..well; reality wasn't really a thing. But, she hadn't really heard anything from The Fringe since aiding in their elections. Except for the Treaty of Telos, which went better than the Republic deserved. She hoped that was enough for those who had more weight in political influence than herself, recognized that.
But! That was only part of the reason she was found sitting perched on a furry mammal. The other parts? No idea. Who cared. She was here now, and slightly uncomfortable. She was doing her best to connect with the creature, but it was no RZ1 A-Wing that she was so familiar with. In fact, she could hear this thing's stomach more than any engine ever created! Nervously, she glanced about at the other competitors and recognized..none. Oh, one! She recognized @[member="Ashin Varanin"], but not before she and her elephantine creature were kicking up dust. And so were the other contestants, which meant she and 'ol ... 'ol...bantha had to get moving.
"What's your name..?" Kiskla whispered, leaning forward and nervously running her fingers through it's matted hair as if trying to befriend the bantha. Typically, she didn't receive a response. It also didn't respond to her heels knocking it's sides, insisting that it move forward. "Oh come on.." the blonde girl murmured, shifting her weight in agitation with a thrust of her hips against the saddle, urging to beast to get moving and forget about it's desire to lunch. Had nobody maintained this guy? Her light eyes above the sash that covered her lower mouth (to prevent inhaling too much dust) tracked the rest of the racers. They were accelerating quickly.
"Hey, hey, you see that? Your friends are way faster than you. You should really get going." She pat between it's horns, thinking about how to motivate it without having to penetrate it's mind. But she felt like it didn't speak basic.
From the sidelines, there were a few chuckles. Kiskla sniffed irritably.
"They're going to get lunch before you. At this rate, there'll be no award food left when you get to the finish line." Along with this pep talk, Kiskla reached to the non-sentient's mind and projected an idea that it would starve if it didn't move. And that there were delicious morsels waiting at the finish line. That somehow, seemed to inspire the creature. It's long tongue snapped from it's mouth and at the hand of the Jedi that was petting it. She yipped in surprise and recoiled, just as the massive, hairy creature rumbled forward. Her body shook and quivered, and she scrambled to hold on and re-centre her balance.
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