Private Rally Racing

[Natima Vando]

Location: Korriban, Valley of the Dark Lords.

Sitting on the front of her SkyArch Speeder, Natima couldn't help but wonder how many Sith were going to be complaining about the little race that was being set up. Not that she cared. The tomb inhabitants were long since dead. The Academy couldn't do much to her, and she had no master to lecture her on the 'fine points of Sith Etiquette' or whatever the hell they pattered on about. Her opponent she would be facing had yet to arrive, but she had plans to proceed even if it would only be her. The reconnaissance droid had already marked the beacons, a route tracing through the tomb lay out, into the ravine, then back to the entrance of the old academy grounds. It would be dangerous, certainly so, but the fun would be out of this world.

The shapeshifter looked to the small mirror in hand, studying her features for a flaw that she might have overlooked in her work; it was so difficult to get these things right at times. Natima Vando, that was the name she had been going with for the last few years. It was strange, how the lie merged into being the person. She had lived other lives before, with a husband, with a wife; no children though thankfully. Yet that was all gone and in the past. There would be no more way to reconnect with her past loves, no way to resettle those old ties. It made her wonder though, how long would the thrill last? How long could this go on? Would she end up running away again? Leave people out to dry? It wouldn't be the first time she had done it, but could it be her last? It was a good question. One that she would put off answering for as long as possible. After all, why worry about what may or may not happen?

Serixibis

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, Valley of the Dark Lords.
\\. Natima Vando
\\. Go fast.

A race.

While it was true the locals were less than pleased with the concept of a pair of speeder bikes tearing through the Valley to Serixibis the chance at a distraction had it's own appeal. Adding to that the fact that she had been challenged and her participation was almost guaranteed.

The shriek of two turbine engines heralds her arrival if the plume of red dust kicking up over the next ridgeline wasn't indicator enough that something was on its way. Sailing clear over the rocky outcropping and coming to a stop beside Natima's SkyArch was a Khoehng Model 3, painted the typical black and dark red of Korriban's sith and decorated with a repeating runic motif in High Sith. Sitting in the low seat was Natima's opponent, a fire-haired Acolyte dressed in a skin-tight armored racing suit that left little to the imagination, except, perhaps, for the risks involved.

"Clear to the far side of the Valley, out and around again? That should be simple enough for this challenge. What will the prize be? You were confident enough in challenging me so I can only assume you have something of value to compete for."​

 

[Natima Vando]

She heard the engine before she saw the dust it kicked up. A smile stretched across Natima's features, as she turned her heard to see what was thundering down towards her. It was her challenger, seemed she wasn't a coward after all. Though she was a fan of the racing suit the woman had brought, it wouldn't help her much here. "I like the look, suits you well, Red." She complimented the woman, leaning back on her bike, taking the small helmet she had and cradled it in her arms. What were going to be the terms of this little race of theirs? "Oh, I do. I figured that the winner has to show the loser a secret. Perhaps something a master has shown us, maybe a technique we developed on our own. Would keep things interesting I would say." Taking the helmet, she bunched her red hair up, before sliding the helmet back over it. It fit rather snuggly, though she could always just 'make' it fit to her body if she wished. She decided against it though, would be a waste of effort.

The navigation on her speeder began to ping, indicating that the Droid had finished setting its markers. Taking the small navigation device she held, she would toss it to the pureblood. "Plug that into your speeder. It'll guide you to the beacons." She advised, before setting herself up on the speeder bike. "Once you have that plugged in, we can go off from the count of three. Just like you said, through the valley, out, and again. Nice and clean." She hadn't done a race like this in a while. Needless to say, Natima was excited. Especially if she won, having to get that pureblood to spill some secrets would be enjoyable.

Serixibis

 

[Serixibis]

\\. Korriban, Valley of the Dark Lords.
\\. Natima Vando

The engines of her Khoehng whine, protesting against the dust and grit filtering through its intake chutes as the rumbling vehicle comes to a stop beside Natima. The rider sitting low in the saddle catches the offered navigation plug, slotting it into the console as the onboard computer charts out the pre-arranged beacons.

Briefly checking the arrangement of the beacons on the display Serixibis nods in approval, only half-listening to the Apprentice as she details her wager. She shifts in her seat then, tight leather creaking with the motion as the corded muscles of her thighs tense and flex beneath the material. A heavy boot comes up, pushing against the acceleration pedal and causing the engines to flare to life while in neutral, the turbines kept hot and primed as the vehicle revs up.

"On three it is, then. And I accept your wager although I doubt there is anything you can teach me."​

 

[Natima Vando]

The Pureblood had attitude alright, the whole high and mighty routine. Natima could did it, she always like the hard to get ones after all. Chuckling she'd wink to the Sith, before reeving up her bike. "Oh, you'd be surprised what I know about 'Red'. Try to beat me, maybe you'll find out." She retorted, before getting back onto the bike. It wasn't long before the referee for the race would return. The small probe droid returned, as with a press of a switch, Natima would give it the count down to recite, and it played to it's program as she intended.

'Race will begin in, Three, Two, One.' As the count down would end, Natima would punch it on her speeder, leaping forward with a might roar, as she would beeline it for the first checkpoint on her nav. Red sand kicked up in her wake, as she hoped to leave the Sith in the dust; literally. She used to do this stuff on Nar Shaddaa and Hutta, back when she was a hot shot Twi'lek. Now? This was just for kicks, though truth be told she hadn't been refining her skills like a pro racer would have. Still, she was confident she could best the little Pureblood, and as she dodged between the ruins of Sith of past eras, she only felt more certain of this. She would give a quick look back, trying to see where 'Red' had gotten off to; hopefully she hadn't bitten off more than she could chew here.

Serixibis