Race Queen
Time: 0730 Hours
Location: Pit Garage, Andra II Sports Craft Race Course - Andra II Sphere, Scintilla
Wearing: FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit (No Helmet)
The pit garages were animated with activity in the early hours of the morning as the technicians, engineers, droids, and mechanics of the nascent Wild Hunt Speed Corps and various civilian racing teams were preparing their pilots’ machines for another day of testing at the track. For her part, Eleena had arrived early. While she lacked the technical skill set which would allow her to work on her own machine, her presence there was nevertheless a boon, as she could give direct feedback to her engineers as they made changes to her swoop, informing them how well it handled and to what extent adjustments needed to be executed in order to optimize the bike for the demands of her riding style. Nevertheless, the diminutive Twi’lek pilot-cadet had quite a bit of spare time as she waited for her technicians to finish the work on her swoop. Like most First United products, the Loralora was a sensitive craft, laden with advanced electronics and other delicate technologies which could be set wrong under an indelicate hand. That left Eleena with more time than she knew what to do with, which for that morning, meant waiting in the offices behind the garages, munching on a breakfast of fried porg and pancakes while reading a particularly dry self-improvement novel.
It went without saying that controlling a bike at supersonic speeds demanded a surprisingly high amount of calories.
Taking a deep breath, Eleena set her book down and moved to finish her breakfast so that it would have time to digest before she got onto the track. Having only graduated from pilot training in the last week, Eleena was eager to ride, filled with the determination of a young Cadet as she sought to prove her skills to her peers. It was tempered by nothing, but many would consider that kind of attitude to be dangerous, especially when it came to machines that were more dangerous and demanding to handle than most starfighters. She was still recovering from a concussion suffered from an accident during training, in addition to a broken rib and a twisted ankle.
While her peers considered her to be among the best pilots in the class, she had already built up an unshakeable reputation for frequent crashes and wipeouts, her presence immediately associated with a graveyard of totaled or busted swoops, while she herself came up with barely a scratch, if she got lucky.
Eleena sometimes wondered how much her technicians hated her for it.
Domino
Location: Pit Garage, Andra II Sports Craft Race Course - Andra II Sphere, Scintilla
Wearing: FAE/A-03 Repulsor Craft Riding Suit (No Helmet)
The pit garages were animated with activity in the early hours of the morning as the technicians, engineers, droids, and mechanics of the nascent Wild Hunt Speed Corps and various civilian racing teams were preparing their pilots’ machines for another day of testing at the track. For her part, Eleena had arrived early. While she lacked the technical skill set which would allow her to work on her own machine, her presence there was nevertheless a boon, as she could give direct feedback to her engineers as they made changes to her swoop, informing them how well it handled and to what extent adjustments needed to be executed in order to optimize the bike for the demands of her riding style. Nevertheless, the diminutive Twi’lek pilot-cadet had quite a bit of spare time as she waited for her technicians to finish the work on her swoop. Like most First United products, the Loralora was a sensitive craft, laden with advanced electronics and other delicate technologies which could be set wrong under an indelicate hand. That left Eleena with more time than she knew what to do with, which for that morning, meant waiting in the offices behind the garages, munching on a breakfast of fried porg and pancakes while reading a particularly dry self-improvement novel.
It went without saying that controlling a bike at supersonic speeds demanded a surprisingly high amount of calories.
Taking a deep breath, Eleena set her book down and moved to finish her breakfast so that it would have time to digest before she got onto the track. Having only graduated from pilot training in the last week, Eleena was eager to ride, filled with the determination of a young Cadet as she sought to prove her skills to her peers. It was tempered by nothing, but many would consider that kind of attitude to be dangerous, especially when it came to machines that were more dangerous and demanding to handle than most starfighters. She was still recovering from a concussion suffered from an accident during training, in addition to a broken rib and a twisted ankle.
While her peers considered her to be among the best pilots in the class, she had already built up an unshakeable reputation for frequent crashes and wipeouts, her presence immediately associated with a graveyard of totaled or busted swoops, while she herself came up with barely a scratch, if she got lucky.
Eleena sometimes wondered how much her technicians hated her for it.
Domino
