Private Slow as an Errey

[Daavid Pocari]

Kaido

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It'd been a rough storm the night before. The Wardens had warned them all, but stubborn sailors held to their beliefs and they paid the price. Today was to be the first day of the Five Pillars, a five-leg race around the planet. But now? With a sigh, Daavid looked at the watercraft assembled at the docks, their wrecks floating in pieces with everything not made from the strongest of durasteel chewed through, devoured, and shat on. The wooden docks were all but rendered to splinters and planks left floating along with the wrecks and the scattered bodies of unfortunate lesser skyeels caught up int he feeding frenzy.

"Shouldn't 'ave been no Glow Storms this late in the season. Ain't been one in weeks. Why now of all days?"

"Bad omen that."

Daavid frowned at the sailors. If they had heeded the call the race would still be on. It still might be, as a few southerners, unused to the horrors of Glow Storms, had heeded the call and kept their vessels locked away in storm sheltered bays or aboard their fancy ships. His own vessel was among them, safe from the skyeel menace. His boots thumped on the metal portion of what was left of the dock and he clapped a hand on the two ruminating sailors' shoulders.

"Blessed by the mhara that you two are that you weren't caught out in it. From what I heard it was a bad one." The older of the two sailors, an Aqualish by the name of Fen, grumbled. The other sailor, a Gilliand, not Crolute - there were only female Gilliands, the males were Crolutes, by the name of Shessa shrugged Daavid off

"How're we supposed to race now?"

"You don't," came an extremely posh voice. The three looked up the stairs leading down to the docks to find a Pantoran man dressed in a crimson suit. Fen growled something fowl in his native tongue. It had something to do with skyeel shit and the Pantoran's nether regions, but Daavid did his best to ignore it.

"What's that s'possed to mean?" Shessa hissed, stomping forward.

"It's simple, you don't have a boat, you can't start the race. I'm sure there are others that heeded the warnings." the Pantoran shrugged, "It isn't our fault you mongrels didn't."

"MONGRLS?!" Daavid had to call on the Force to keep Shessa from storming up the stairs, his grip on her large wrist steadfast.

"Hold Shessa, hoooold."

 

[Kaido]

Daavid Pocari

Kaido was curiously exploring the local area with a twitching nose, taking in all the fresh new scents and sights. He was touring the greater galaxy far from home with a minor entourage on his ship, and this planet was among one of the places he'd wanted to see. He rather enjoyed spectating competitive events and was drawn by the little race the locals were going to have. He'd stayed aboard his yacht until the weather was kind and calm enough to venture out and explore. The young Catarri was keen on spending some of his wealth on pleasurable ventures, and exploring the would-be competitors seemed like a rustic way of immersing himself in the local culture and customs.

He was examining the magnificent patterns along the bodies of the lesser skyeels that lay scattered.

His spotted tail swayed behind him as he padded along the water's edge, soft-tufted ears swiveling like satellites listening to the nearby talk. It sparked his interest, and icy blue eyes shifted towards those speaking.

He observed the exchange with curiosity, wondering if insulting the competition was a tradition here or if it was just plain rude. It seemed a little rude to him.

Keen and quickly fleeting glances shifted to the man seemingly impressed they could hold the other back so easily as it appeared. He kept his distance from those speaking.

That long spotted tail flicked this way and that at the tip as his ears started to pin backwards, curious to see if things might escalate further.

"It must be a pretty nice prize that goes to the winner to attract this much attention; I wonder what it is... " he mused aloud.

 

[Daavid Pocari]

Kaido
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The Pantoran huffed and walked back up the stairs, likely headed back to his vessel to wait out the riddens of the storm. The light rain pitter pattered on the deck. If he didn't get out of it soon he'd be stuck under a drier for hours. With a sigh, Daavid let go of his charge. She snatched her arm away and stormed back up the stairs as well.

"Thank you Master Jedi," the Aqualish grumbled, bobbing his head a few times as he followed the other racer. Daavid smiled and nodded in reply. Turning, he faced the wrecks and sighed.

"What a storming mess," he muttered, hands on hips. A gust of wind blew, sending his long dreadlocs tumbling around his face. He used a hand to push them back out of his face, grimacing. There wasn't much he could do here about the lost ships, but the Pantoran was right. The race would go on. He turned to head back to his ship and noticed the white-haired youth watching from above. Another racer? They definitely weren't a local.

"You lose a ship too?" He kicked a plank of stormleavings and shrugged. "Sorry to say, it's likely sailing for Speyr Balley now."