“Oh great, more pipes!” Voroll moaned as he started onto the next area: The Gateway to Vengeance. An ominous name that filled the 20 year old with little hope. Yet he had to continue onwards to beat the “Force bugs” his team had so affectionately named some comrades more prone to using the Force.
The name stuck despite his understanding of their reasons; the Force was a tool to be used to achieve ones goals. In this case winning this course was a goal, as was moving a pipe to slow down another team. They had the means to gain an advantage, so they used it. There were no honourable or noble actions where the Force was concerned. Only ones that gained advantages.
He pressed onwards, towards a horizontal pipe surrounded on each side by narrow, close-fitted metal tubes, like walls. It was a squeeze, and those with a claustrophobic disposition would have difficulty passing through it. But he pushed himself through, stepping carefully to avoid his foot slipping through the occasional gap in the wall of pipes.
This walled-walkway eventually came to an end, so he had to get inventive. Despite not being able to use the Force to aid him, or any knowledge on doing so, he pushed himself up the pipes using his back and feet. He slid up them and eventually swapped his left foot to the other side so that each foot held him against adjacent walls. His gloved hands pulled and feet alternated until he reached the top of them. From there he could see @[member="Jared Starchaser"] making his way to the end of the Carcass Crossfire and he assumed @[member="Veino Garn "] was somewhere close-by, but obscured by pipes in other directions.
