Podrace Serolonis Riot Racing 5000

[Ronhar Tane]

Apparently I don't know how to use this site.

Spoiler: Roll log

Rolled once on July 30th, got a very lucky 17 to start.
Rolled twice (on accident) on August 2nd. Got a 15 and a 14.

Ronhar was feeling rather confident as he proceeded to the second leg of Podrace, though he hadn't been able to secure the lead. He was just behind two other podracers, Damien Dooku and Tansu Treicolt . Still, he was confident that he would be able to secure victory, as his neural implants allowed far faster reaction times than most comparable beings. With them, he could even keep up with a Jedi...not that he really wanted to!

Regardless, Ronhar made good progress through the so-called "Hall of Misfortune", easily navigating between the swinging turbine blades and old security turrets. Not even the discharge conduits could slow him down!

Yet still, he was unable to take the lead. That would have to change.

Ronhar tried to line himself behind both Dooku and Treicolt, aiming his laser cannons the best he could. He had to be careful, for even a single stray laser bolt could obliterate his own engines if he misjudged his shot. Of course, aiming the cannons were easier said then done as Ronhar's podracer sped along at high speed. Every time he had them in his sights, he had to make an adjustment to his course to serve away from some sort of obstacle on the track. Not to mention, someone had released a bunch of lizard creatures all over the place, though they didn't seem especially interested in Ronhar.

Regardless, Ronhar knew he had to make something happen. If he could just get a shot...

There, an opportunity! For the briefest of moments, Ronhar found his podracer perfectly aligned with that of Dooku and Treicolt.

He fired, sending green blasts of laser energy hurtling down the track at his competitors. With some luck, he might even hit one of them, maybe even both!

It would be up to Lady Luck to decide for him...

 

[Nala]

Location: Seralonis

Tags: Everyone

A cloud of grit and engine smoke blasted over Nala's canopy, caking the glass in a thin film. Through the grime, someone's ( Davik Haize ) pod zipped past, a smug, bobbing silhouette as he pulled ahead.

Her face remained impassive, hands steady. Only her arm shifted. Slowly, methodically, she unholstered the blaster tucked beside her seat, adjusted its angle over the dashboard, and squeezed off a clean bolt.

KRRAK!

The shot sailed wide by mere centimeters, sizzling against the track wall just behind Davik's engine plume. He didn't even flinch. If anything, Nala was pretty sure she saw a mocking wave. The blaster vanished back into its holster.

"Fine," she murmured. "Let's play."

She slammed her heel down on the boost pedal, shoving the podracer forward. The cockpit snarled angrily, the engines screaming in protest before obeying her command. The Hall of Misfortune yawned open ahead.

Fan blades the size of gunships rotated with lethal indifference. Nala didn't hesitate. She counted beats in her head: one, two, drift. Then she cut the throttle just enough to let the first blade pass by, air screaming as it grazed her hull. The second was trickier, she barely threaded the needle, sparks licking across the left stabilizer fin. The third set came faster than expected. She corkscrewed just under the first blade and banked sharply, her tail fin scraping the tunnel wall with a crunch that shook the cockpit.

A red light blinked: Stabilizer misalignment. Again.

"Not now," she spat, punching the diagnostics panel. It didn't help, but the gesture felt good anyway.

The tunnel flared again. Conduits lined the walls, pulsing erratically like veins ready to burst. Blue arcs of electricity jumped across the corridor, snapping wildly through the air. Nala ducked low in the seat on instinct as a bolt of energy cracked just over the canopy. Her pod dipped, and for a moment she felt weightless, skimming the bottom of the track. Too close. Her jaw clenched.

Then came the turrets.

Rusty and long-forgotten, the first one jerked to life and loosed an ion bolt at a Rodian racer ahead, striking clean and spinning the poor soul straight into the wall. Flames bloomed. Cheers erupted from the spectators above.

Nala didn't smile, but her targeting visor dropped into place.

She swung her podracer sideways around a banking turn, sighted a clunky, too-bright podracer with flared wings and fired.

KRANG!

The blaster bolt sheared off the left wing. The racer wobbled, spun once, then crashed into a column with an explosion of fire and twisted durasteel. Nala surged past, eyes focused, heart steady.

Two more racers ahead, green and gold pods moving in tandem. Idiots. She swung wide, drew a line, and sent two bolts into the lead one's rear thruster. It erupted in sparks, careened into its partner, and both spun out in a tangled knot of flame and limbs.

Her path cleared.

Her goggles were streaked with soot, a stabilizer shrieked for calibration, and the pod itself groaned under the strain. But Nala pressed forward like death in motion.

She exited the Hall of Misfortune trailing smoke, bolts, and shattered dreams. Back in the pack? Not anymore.

Spoiler

Section 1 - 3/20
Section 2 - 11/20
Total - 14

 

[Koda Fett]

Personal honour and code be damned, Fett was a sore loser. This was no hunt.

He trailed behind from the start and cursed something foul beneath his breath, beneath his helmet. He made up for some distance once the pain of the initial blundered start passed, but it was not going to place him in a position to win that Black Crown. Not yet, at least.

Passing into the Hall of Misfortune, Fett gunned it. He tore between the spinning blades and watched as the sparks of electricity littered the ground around him, reflecting in the black T-visor as he leaned further forwards. The old security turrets almost struck him with their ion blasts, causing Fett to weave aside and lose his pace. He could have sworn again but seeing that Dooku kid, he opted for something else.

Fett drew a gun and began blasting.

Damien Dooku

Dice Roll (Re-Roll from @Razmir Tezhyn ): 15

Total: 21

 

[Damien Dooku]

SEROLONIS RIOT 5000
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Damien's eyes tunneled into the track ahead of him, his grip on the sticks vacuum-sealed around the grips as he pressed down on the pedals just enough to stabilize his speed within the margins of dangerous of suicidal. To the average denizen of podracing, the all-black repulsorcraft was moving like a demon stuck within a Class One Hyperdrive jump, its sleek frame and all-charcoal aesthetic making it indistinguishable from a blur. The pilot inside was even more of a mystery, the cameras surrounding the venue most likely having a tough enough time to peer through the tinted glass that kept the dust and sand from pelting his face throughout the race.

A smile remained planted on his face through it all, with Damien veering in danger-close to the only racer who'd kept up with him from the start. He peered across to their pod, spotting the long golden-locks and eventually catching a brief glance at a pair of eyes that immediately brought a blush to his face. Damien shook the feeling off a second later, refocusing back onto the track despite the urge to call out and say something witty ,or maybe funny-- anything really to impress that woman again while the adrenaline was coursing through his vein. His game plan would come to a halt immediately upon feeling his pod shake beneath him, a stream of green bolts of energy pelting the dirt around both him and Tansu Treicolt as the next closest racer decided to take the opportunity to fire at them from behind.

"You Hutt-suckin' rancor bait!"

Damien yelled over his shoulder, though likely his words were drowned out from by the thrum of their engines. Damien veered to the left, dodging antoher set of green bolts before deaccelerating just enough to line himself up with Ronhar Tane . The scoundrel whipped his pistol out from beneath his jacket and lined his gun up to the pilot behind the glass with devilish grin curling up to his lips. His finger pressed down on the trigger for a few seconds, charging the shot until a disruptor bolt was ready to fire.

Right before he let the shot go free, Damien veered his gun away from the racer and let loose the disruptor blast towards one of the struts connecting their pod to their engines. He slid the pistol back into his jacket, bringing his hand to the corner of his brow in a quick salute towards Ronhar for the sole purpose of being petty. Both hands returned to the controls right after, his boots slamming back down on the pedals as another radiant burst of light erupted out from his pod's engines.

The sudden entrance of a fourth interloper, who himself also began to shoot at Damien as well, made him decide against continuing his petty streak in favor of making a move to regain his lead. Damien's chest pressed back into his seat once more as he jetted past Tansu once more, but this time purposefully swinging his pod to the right and pushing up yet more dust to throw into the path of both her and the growing number of racers coming up behind them.

His engine's gauge was pushing thoroughly past the red, yet still he maintained his momentum despite the warning klaxons starting to threaten him from the dashboard. Damien leaned forwards, forcing himself to lock-in to the track ahead of him, and more importantly the rotating blades that would probably kill him if he were a bit off his game. Instead of slowing down to counteract their presence, Damien waited till his window of action was nearly over before reacting.

BOOM!

At the very last moment the scoundrel slammed down on the auxiliary boosters, accelerating his pod to a velocity that made everything from the bolts to the panels start to rattle across his vehicle. He deactivated the auxiliary thrusters on each wing, barreling past the blades with speed and finesse whilst intermittently weaving from left to right to throw off any incoming blaster fire from behind him. He was sitting in a comfortable lead for now at the head of the pack, and was showing no signs of wanting to slow his roll.

Morrow Tansu Treicolt Talin Treicolt Koda Fett Ronhar Tane Nala Klar Braze Davik Haize Kyric

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