| Posted by GM (Paul) on 12-03-2001 | |
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PAZURKA - Izlot Aren
The Sand-Sea Open...
The reality of Lerros Group's conception of sportsmanship sent Xebidos spiralling into a morass of glum reflection. Upon leaving the discouraging briefing, the Twi'lek twigged his hopes on the prospect of finding a racer more worthy of his support - or reprieve from his nuisance-value interference. He'd always planned to canvas his fellow competitors, anyway. Now there was simply a broader agenda to his pre-race scout mission.
"Always," Teri smiled, balancing on tiptoes to give the Twi'lek a lingering, hero's kiss farewell. "We've still got our pit-passes so we'll meet you back here to celebrate after the race."
As Teri and Ahrkid left for the concourse, Xebidos redirected his attention to the Lerros datapad. First on his to meet list was his own supposed target: Ctulu Katzl. Lafrarian, only eighteen. Slight and relatively short, she'd taken to sky-slicing with all the equanimity one might expect from a being of her bird-like heritage. Short as it was, her public history made engrossing reading. Ctulu's career started only a few months ago on Tordare, picked up on an OutRight recruitment drive by her present manager, Padre Porcho...
The Fameltian clapped and rubbed his hands gleefully, small eyes bright as he paced about the pits like an expectant father. He let his two companions eddy around him, never noticing his hindrance to their labours. The team was small, but talented - the best his company had to offer. It was only right that he manage his elite unit personally. They were buoyed by his presence and devotion! And it never hurt to be handy to the rostrum come the final lap. For Padre Porcho, Race Day was his day. He wanted to be part of it, from the morning's thrill of nervous excitement to the oh-so delicious winning at the end. Well, usually...
"Come, come, let's not dally," Padre good-naturedly prodded a grease-smeared young human in passing. He pointed at the small, smooth-edged sky slicer - Pink Thunder - sitting propped up for maintenance. "All readings tip-top? Our little bird all ready to fly?" He beamed over his shoulder at Ctulu.
Crouching down with sonic driver in hand, Daren threw Padre an obligatory nod before directing a hopeful smile the Lafrarian's way.
"She's running smooth, Cee. You'll knock the sockets off those brutes, one way or another."
"Excellent, excellent! Well done, Daren!" Padre enthused. "Such news baits the ne plus ultra of my heart's desire! Another win, mymymy..."
The Fameltian's exuberance trailed off in surprise as a stranger pushed through the curtain of their dugout. A Twi'lek, with only one headtail. A competitor! And he wanted a word or two with Ctulu...
. Have fun you kids, race'll start once you're done here. Felice, use what you know about Pazurka and the race and everything to settle in however you like. You'll see I didn't prompt your C much here because I don't really know her yet. So have at it!
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"That's all. It will be finished tomorrow, and will no doubt be the finest literary work since William Shakespeare's Gay Boys in Bondage." - Joss Whedon, footnote to Buffy the Vampire Slayer pilot draft